[ＭＹ ＣＲＯＷＮ] my queen v2, open

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eighteen years ago, a terrible war ended in the kingdom of larenta. the king and queen of the country welcomed their son into the world months ater, and for a while, everything was perfect. that was until a far away country noticed that larenta was quickly gaining power, and became weary. the country, calaita, began making propaganda that caused tension in between the two countries. war threatened to break out, something that larenta couldn’t afford to have soon after the last one. with heavy hearts and great shame, the king and queen offered a marriage between their son and the princess of calaita. a royal ball is to be held in order to announce this engagement, and the high houses of larenta are to attend. but there are two sides to every story, and calaita is looking forward to share with everyone how they feel they’ve been wronged by larenta, and bring out a dark secret that has been buried for years. if only the prince can convince the princess to put her weapons down.

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larenta

marriages and family
when two people from different houses are married, it is usually not out of love, but for power. the woman will keep her maiden name, but move to their husband’s estate. they are highly expected to produce children, who will inherit their father’s ability and most of his traits. they will take his last name, and all of his power of something were to happen to him. each house has their own physical traits, and personality traits found here.

high lords
the high lords have their own house colors, seal, and govern their own fraction of land.
larent- navy blue and gold- the capital- seal
maegdon- silver and black- the national arsenal and front lines- seal
rivra- light blue and silver- the west ocean bay and river villages- seal
flanda- red and orange- the southern deserts seal
floria- green and white- the eastern prairies- seal
storon- purple and gray- the western mountain range- seal
woudona-white and yellow- the southern peasant slums- seal
snakeskin- green and black- the central woodlands- seal
velocitos- orange and black- the high moors- seal
fixitris- white and black- the southeast cliffs- seal

may add more later

calaita

marriages and family
marriages are for love, and not everyone is expected to be married. the woman will move to the man’s house but keep her maiden name. however, their children will have the mother’s power and will be forced to move to the mother’s former house as soon as they are five years old. they will also have the mother’s last name. the mother will have to stay with her husband at his estate.

high lords
each house has their own section of land. they have no specific traits or jobs, and are listed below in order from most powerful to least
harvun- royal family- the capital- illusion creation
masipa- all borders- super strength
calin- eastern jungles- shapeshifting
martic- northern prairies- gravity manipulation

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i only minor cussing will be allowed, and even that will be kept to a minimum
ii maximum of four characters for now
iii only two of your characters may be a royal
iv lgbtq+ is accepted, but in the roleplay, it will not be allowed, so same gender romances must be secret
v no killing other people’s characters unless you have their permission
vi pm me about relationships with characters such as crushes of forbidden romances so I can add it to relations.
vii reservations last 30 hours, the spot will be reopened if a competed form is not posted
viii post all ooc and forms on the discussion thread, please
ix no excessively designed posts please
x have fun

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larenta

larent- house of mind manipulation
king [1/1] tyberias larent|male|age|vela nova
queen [1/1] alexandria storon|female|39|atlanta,
crown prince [1/1] alois larent|male|18|vela nova
younger prince [1/1] arther larent|male|17|xx_._King_._xx
maegdon- house of metal manipulation [2/6]
marielle maegdon|female|16|apricotflyer
name|gender|age|moana,
rivra- house of water manipulation [1/5]
katherine rivra|female|age|xx_._King_._xx|
flanda- house of fire manipulation [1/5]
anastasia flanda|female|38|sodie pop
floria- house of plant manipulation [0/4]
name|gender|age|open
storon- house of weather manipulation [2/3]
isabella storon|female|17|sodie pop
ashwell storon|male|35|xx_._King_._xx
woudona- house of healing [1/5]
calla woudona|female|20|broken*
snakeskin- house of animal manipulation [1/3]
atrenia snakeskin|female|17|atlanta,
velocitos- house of super speed [0/3]
name|gender|age|open
fixitris- house of light manipulation [0/4]
name|gender|age|open

calaita

harvun- house of illusion
king [1/1]
kalmin harvun|male|42|broken*
princess [1/1]
hermione harvun|female|17|moana,
masipa- house of super strength [1/2]
bryce masipa|male|18|apricotflyer
caitroina masipa|female|18| lewis carrol

calin- house of shapeshifting [1/2]
name|gender|age|starfyr
martic- house of gravity manipulation [2/2]
vincent martic|male|18|vela nova
velonia martic|female|19|atlanta,

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𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐍
“call me callused, call me cold. you’re italic, I’m in bold. call me cocky, watch your tone”

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atrenia almost laughed when she walked into the ballroom to see extravagant gowns and shimmering tiaras. despite her mother’s requests, atrie was definetly not looking at the whole event with an open mind. the snakeksin wore a green dress that hugged her body, and it was a bit more... scandalous than what everyone else was wearing. a slit along the side of her leg went up as far as it possibly could, and her neckline plunged so deeply that it was almost revealing. if her mother saw her now, she would be grounded for life. the only hint of black on her body was two poisonous black mambas that twined along her wrists. they hardly moved, it almost looked as if they weren’t real. but they were, and it would be unfortunate if someone made her angry tonight. following her wake in wherever she walked was a black panther much like her own shadow. if she stepped ahead slightly, it mirrored her moves. atrenia had taken after her mother when it came to bold appearances. her tall heels that made her even taller seemed normal at first glance, but spiders crawled along them. atrenia wasn’t looking to hurt anyone, just to make a statement. silent protest against the current events.

she had spent the last week at the palace, and she was more than excited to go back home. it would all be possible once this stupid ball was over. atrenia stalked like the panther that followed her to a table with delicious looking food. she then picked up a cracker, knelt down, and fed it to her panther. “good boy, scaros.” she purred as the panther ate it, stroking its massive head.

𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂
“and i went tumbling down tryna reach your height. but I scream too loud when I speak my mind”

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velonia eyed the ballroom and everyone in it as if looking for an escape route. she had only agreed to come to this horrid shindig out of moral support for hermione. even worse, she had made the journey with felix of all people. scrunching her nose in obvious distaste at the thought of him, vel caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a shiny food platter. her black hair was in gentle waves, and golden eyeshadow caked her eyelids. her dress was black and simple, tonight wasn’t about her. as much as velonia loved the spotlight, she knew that this ball was all about hermione. not even she was jealous of that, she’d rather crush herself with her own ability rather than become a queen of larenta. her golden heels clicked on the shiny golden floor as she continued to loom around the massive room. everything was gold and navy, a not so subtle reminder that she was no longer tucked away in the safety of her house back in the parties of calaita. velonia was extremely homesick, a week in this filthy country was more than enough.

but velonia being velonia, she buried this deep down, and a convincing smile was placed on her face. she was as alluring as ever, mysterious in her own way. as she turned to go get a sip of water, her dress caught light and shimmered. when she reached the refreshment table, she used her ability to focus on the water, and a small, confined ball of it rose to her mouth. gravity manipulation had its perks, for example, not getting lipstick on your cup.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍
“happiness is like a flash of lightening. beautiful, bright, and gone before you blink. ”

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alexandria was running late already, and her hair still wasn’t done. as a servant tugged on it one last time, nearly pulling her out of her chair, she gritted her teeth. she was used to it by now, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable. finally, there was a braided crown on her head, and an actual crown latched to it. before the left, alex stared at herself in the mirror. over the years she had learned not to realize that she didn’t even recognize herself. alex had wanted the crown, and this was the price. however, she wouldn’t change anything if she could. her dark eyes flashed down to her dress, golden silk flowing down her body. her eyeliner was blue, and so was the pieces of fake hair woven into her actual golden braid on the top of her head. subconsciously, the queen lifted a hand and touched the blonde spirals. she had dyed it years ago, it was fading now.

realizing the time, alex thanked her servant, slipped her heels on, and left her room. she shared it with tyberias, though it was a mess now, with hair products and makeup covering the dresser. no worries, someone would clean it up. when alex finally made it to the ballroom, she sat on her throne, and looked around for alois. alexandria felt awful for making her only child do the one thing she had always wanted to end.

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Katherine Marie Rivera

34|Female|widowed|Location: Ballroom|Tag: Arthur & Open

Katherine walked down the hall into the ballroom, her long blue dress brushed against the floor. She wore a light blue gown that puffed out slightly at the waist but was tight at the top, upon it was lace that covered her neck and arms, She had her wedding ring and her husbands on a gold chain around her neck. Her hair was put into a bun that sat on top of her head. Walking beside her son she nodded towards him to go have fun, she continued to where the rest of the Rivera family was and stood next to her relatives chatting among them.

Arthur Jacob Larent

17|Male|Single|Location: Ballroom|Tag: Katherine & Open

Arthur adjusted his silver tux, it was trimmed in navy blue. His hair was slicked to the side with the front pushed up. As he walked with his mother he saw her nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek he took off to find his friends. He was not a fan of these big events, he seemed to always get in-trouble. Thinking, he remembered sneaking off into the secret passage ways with his friends and his father telling him they were not the be playing there, "Arthur Jacob Larent, what have I told you about running around in the passage ways! You could get hurt, now go find your mother please" A small tear rolled down his face as his fathers voice echoed in his head.

Ashwell Marcus Storon

35|Male|Single|Location: Hall/Ballroom|Tag: Open

It had been almost 21 years since Ash was in Larenta, he rode up to the palace on a black horse. He wore a grey cloak with a purple symbol on the back, walked up the palace steps he heard people muttering under their breaths as he entered the castle. Catching the eye of the guards he soon felt ones hand on him, "stop right there, only high lords and ladies are allowed pass". There was no way out of this so he spoke, "I must speak with the queen of Larenta, it is important" he said as the guards blocked him from passing anywhere. He kept his face covered so know one would know who he was and wouldn't try bringing him back to the place he was.

The years took a slight toll on him, he had a full beard, his hair was messy and long on the top but still slightly short on the side. All that could race through his mind was his sister, how he had missed all the years with her. Feeling his lightening bolt burn he could tell she was here, he learned that his sister and himself were so close that the lightening tattoos became their attachment for each other.

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He licked the bottom of his lip in thought as his eyes drifted around the extravagant ballroom. He's only ever heard of what it looked like from stories his father told him; and he never thought it could be so breathtaking and intimidating. Vincent was glad to be back in Larenta, especially since he could see his sister Calla, but the ride over here was less than ideal. He spared a glance over at his other sister, Velonia who seemed to wander aimlessly. He stifled a laugh at the thought of how miserable she must have felt being stuffed in Larenta; if only the girl could learn how to move on and accept what's been done.

He pushed some hair back out of his face as his eyes settled on the tables neatly set out. With a gentle flick of his hand, he watched as a glass set in front of a folded napkin begin to rise, before setting it back down. Nothing was here to restrict their powers; how interesting and brave. His eyes flickered from the table and around at the guests in the room, hoping he could spot someone from the crowd he knew.

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If his younger self could see him now, he'd be wondering why the hell he was doing this. Why he was breaking the promise he made eighteen years ago.
Tyberias let his eyes drift over his appearance in the mirror, never noticing just how old he was beginning to look. The stress took a toll on him, and it was bound to either get better or worse tonight. He shook his head, keeping himself from dwelling on the idea as he began to make his way out into the hallway. He would be lying if he said he was happy about tonight; in fact it was the complete opposite. He was forcing his own son into a marriage with another country in order to keep them from another war, nothing was great about it. If Ayron was still here, then maybe he'd still have the sense to negotiate rather than sacrifice his son. But ever since he died he felt as if a piece of him was gone, forever haunting his mind.

With a deep breath he composed himself and entered the ballroom, his eyes scanning the bunches of people in the ballroom. All here for one thing. He huffed as he toyed with the cuff of his suit, silently wishing his brother was here to tame the ever growing anger directed at himself for allowing this to happen.

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It felt unfamiliar, he looked unfamiliar.
The gently pressed suit felt foreign, but it carried a weight. It was the same one his father wore when he was to be wed off to some mysterious woman who would end up being his mother: albeit he actually wore a dress shirt underneath and closed the suit jacket unlike his father when he wore it so many years ago. The thought nearly brought a smile to his lips until he remembered he was in the same position. He allowed himself to take a few moments to prepare mentally before walking into the ballroom, his stomach nearly dropping at the magnitude of people who were attending.

He began toying with fingers, rubbing his thumb against his pointer finger; a habit he could blame his father for as he made his way deeper into the ballroom. He noted some familiar faces while the vast majority of them were foreign to him. His eyes eventually made their way to Arthur, his cousin who seemed to be just idly standing in the middle of the chaos. "Arthur!" he called as he approached him, smiling once he reached him, "Are you looking forward to this ending as much as I am?"

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍
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Apparently Julienne trusted her daughter enough to be at the palace, alone. She'd had too much stuff she had to be doing and so Marielle was sent instead. A young representative, a fresh face. Admittedly she wasn't even the only Maegdon there, nor the only Larentan representative. This was their country of course so it was much easier to gather more to be there. It still was kind of terrifying, and pressure Marielle didn't want. Maybe that was why she was still in her room, figuring out what to even wear. Metal was the easy option but she hated it, she'd seen Maegdon's wear it but it just made her skin itch. Multiple silver dresses were thrown across the bed of a guestroom they'd managed to spare for her. With a dramatic sigh, she checked the time, which made her shoot up in an instant. She pulled on a simple long and fitting dress, silver of course with black shoes that fit the colours of her house.

In one swift motion, her hair was in a ponytail and she was out the door, rushing to the ballroom. Of course, she was running late, the one time she actually cared about the expectations others had for her. Plus tonight was hopefully going to be fun! Especially if there was dancing involved. Mari slowed her pace once she reached the room and attempted not to look out of breath, considering she'd also run down in heels. Small heels, but still. It was easy to smile and walk in and already she was scanning the room for someone to interact with. Hopefully, her friends were close by, though Mari wouldn't object to talking to one of the Calaitans either. She couldn't help the curiosity bubbling up to meet them.

𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐀
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Bryce adjusted the collar of his dark blue suit, brown eyes surveying the people mingling within the ballroom. This ball seemed like it was going to be a drag and he was questioning how long he'd actually be able to stand it. All these tight smiles and attempted laughter, despite the fact many of the Calaitans here weren't very fond of Larenta. He didn't exactly hate them but he didn't like that they were just going to let Herminone to be arranged to the Larentan prince, without a choice. It seemed kind of wrong but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Bryce was just relieved he was able to come here as a representative and he was feeling a little safer being able to keep an eye on those he knew, some of those being his friends.

He was idling by the side of the massive room until his sharp eyes caught shimmering black, moving effortlessly. A smile crept onto his face, maybe this night wouldn't be awfully dull with the girl he'd known since childhood. Bryce strode over casually, adjusting his tasteful green tie as he did so. He was sporting his house colours tonight, as Velonia was too. She looked stunning in the striking tones of black and flashes of gold. "Been enjoying this miserable week so far, Vel?" he smirked, leaning against the refreshment table.