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[Wolvine]

The Halidom of Marseilles has been prosperous for many years; allies grovel to keep goodwill, enemies cower to stay out of sight. The King has been fair, as fair as a rich man can be to his peasants, and all have enough to stay alive. That is, until recently. A mysterious sickness has begun plaguing the Halidom, one not even the best healers can find a cure, and many have begun to succumb to it. There is rumour that the King himself has contracted the sickness, and panic is beginning to bubble away under the calm shell of Marseilles. Coupled with the outside threat of the Empire of Pryvale and the growing possibility of treason, Marseilles is looking weaker and weaker each day. How long until the great kingdom falls?

[Wolvine]

The Halidom of Marseilles is a large and somewhat foreboding place. Arranged in a loose circle formation, it is possible to see the Royal Castle from almost every part of the town, a large, handsome building that towers over every other structure. The area surrounding the entrance to the castle is the land of the wealthy and upper middle class. Separating the richer rings from the poorer areas is the market area, a gigantic strip wherein all the shops and stalls are placed, progressively getting shadier and cheaper the closer to the poor areas they lie. Some miles from the poorest of the houses begin the farming lands, dotted irregularly around the empire.

The town itself is situated near a forested area, due east, and the water supply comes from a large river, extensions of which flow through some parts of the town and large parts of the farms that surround the main body of Marseilles. Most of the animals there are non predatory, being mostly deer and pheasants, however there is the occasional wild boar. Most carnivores are foxes or weasels, that pose no threat to the Halidom. The nearest town is the small Eastwall, that lies under the protection of the Halidom. Aspendale is the nearest great power, a town that has long been known for producing powerful mages and potions, and has been neutral for centuries. The Empire of Pryvale is two day's march Southwest, and is a gigantic city that lies in the shade of an enormous mountain, making it impenetrable except by the front, where it is heavily guarded if one manages to cross the pine forest where there is rumoured to be monsters.

[Wolvine]

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Full Name
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| If Available
Aɢᴇ|
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ|
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Rank in society, for example, knight, peasant, healer, lord, royalty, mage, ect.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| If you wish to create a town/kingdom nearby the Halidom PM me about it, chances are I'll say yes.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| At least 3 sentences please. Be sure to cover build, eye and hair colour, distinguishing features and habitual wear, especially if they're a mage or a knight.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| At least 3 sentences.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| History, at least 3 sentences
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| Optional

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>>literacy and posting This is a semi-literate roleplay. All I ask is that you are able to provide us with four or more, well written, detailed sentences to work with. Not much, right? If you want to write more, it's alright with me. Now, because I only ask for four sentences- writers block won't be much of an excuse. It's not too difficult to think of four sentences, right? Now for posting, I ask that you don't include any Fontmeme or photos in your posts, as it is considered spam. Nice headers composed entirely of text however, are in fact encouraged.

>>forms and characters The maximum amount of characters you are able to have in this roleplay is five(may increase, lets see how we go). Minimum is obviously one! It is not required that you play a male and a female but please try to keep them even. I will not hesitate in not accepting you. It'll keep the roleplay less cluttered this way, easier to maintain, and the sooner we'll be able to start. All I ask is that you don't have your two characters fall in love. What fun is that? You can use your own forms if you like, and it is absolutely not a requirement to use the one supplied, however it must include all the information in it. Also, make sure to finish your forms before you post, and there is no need to reserve spots as this rp has no limit.

>>keeping it PG Cussing should be kept to a minimum, as this is a family-friendly site. All I ask is that you star out vowels if your character cusses- and try and keep from cussing every post. We’d like to keep this kid-friendly, thanks! Make sure you don't drop any f-bombs, that’s a nasty word. Same with romance scenes, kissing is fine, but if it starts getting too intimate then please fade or go to pms. It makes the air a little awkward for the rest of us to read through those things, and yet again- this is a child friendly site.

>>topic control I, Wolvine, and Jade Harley. are rulers of these ‘ere roleplay, Ergo, when we ask you to change something, or inform you of a rule-change, we do expect you to listen to us. Please!

If you want to have a position of power/influence in the RP, such as a member of a royal family, or if you with to know about how magical this rp is allowed to get, don't hesitate to pm me. If you're creating a new town/kingdom, you'll need to provide details on appearance and how far away it is from the Halidom, but if you want to play a royal (not a lord or duke) you'll need to supply a stripped down form; personality, name, age, gender, briefest of histories and an rp sample if you haven't rp'd on the topic before.

Basic idea {c} (Wolvine & Jade Harley.)
Rules {c} ThunderStarStorm
Pictures {c} respective owners

>>the royal household
King Tybalt, seventy six, Ruler of Marseilles, NPC
Prince Julias, seventeen, Fifth in line, Wolvine [x]
Vincent James Cartwright, twenty, servant to the Prince, queenadorkable [x]

>>the nobles
Alexander Louis Bonfils, twenty nine, Duke of Bymere, Keriae [x]

>>the knighthood
Lionel the Valient, twenty eight, knight, Wolvine [x]
Maria Alexis, eighteen, squire, Jade Harley. [x]
Rowen J. Slysbern, twenty three, knight, .:J.Sparrow:. [x]
Scarlett Jackson, nineteen, knight, 彡ＫＯＶＵ彡 [x]

>>the mages
Arren Van Boxlaer, nineteen, Lightning, Wolvine [x]
Morrigan Fair, seventeen, Necromancer, akitcougar [x]
Cecil James Cartwright, twenty, light, queenadorkable [x]


>>the commonwealth
Laurence "Law" Louve, mid-twenties, Merchant, Wolvine [x]
Anastas Volkov, twenty eight, Mercenary, akitcougar [x]
Iden Elizabeth Maxwell, twenty five, healer, queenadorkable [x]

>>the outsiders
Queen Ryia, thirty two, Queen of Pryvale, Wolvine [x]
Haylin Seo, seventeen, Prince of Yangsan, Jade Harley. [x]



Categories shall be added as needed.
This RP is clearly historically inaccurate, so don't feel to pressured into thinking about names (I'm not even sure people had last names back then, just professions) but do not name your character something ridiculously modern. I'd like to emphasise this; this is a historically inaccurate rp, and so it is absolutely ok for your character to be of an ethnicity that would probably not have been in European medieval times. The same holds true for sexual preference and gender; though it is likely there will be prejudice in certain jobs for those of a certain gender/preference to be in a job, in this rp it will not be impossible.

disclaimer; this is a completely fictional landscape. there are strong elements of fantasy in this rp, and all places, characters and events are completely made-up, despite the fact they may share names with real places.

This post is very sloppy, I'll fix it up when I have a little more time. Sorry.

[Wolvine]

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Laurence Louve
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| Law
Aɢᴇ| Appears to be in his mid-twenties
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Pansexual
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Law is, legitimately, an amateur artist. He is far more widely known for his ability to get anything and everything. He is a well renown name in the Black Market, though his prices aren’t always exactly… fair.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Marseilles
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Law is typically regarded as a handsome man, his somewhat aristocratic appearance a novelty for most of the middle and lower class he deals with. His hair is cropped fairly short, a nonchalant style with too much expertise to be genuinely careless. Laurence carries himself with confidence, grace often compared to that of a cat; composed, a touch arrogant, but secretive, sly. His eyes, the icy-blue that they are, have learnt to mimic sincerity, compassion, even when none is felt, and he has managed to train himself to such a degree that most find his gaze inviting, warm, friendly. He has a small quantity of facial that he keeps well-shaped, his clothes whilst lacking in the flashy style of the nobles, is clearly of fine quality, subtle hints that he is not quite as poor as some.He is 6 foot, taller than the average peasant, almost at the point of being a nobleman’s height.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Law has a heavy appreciation of sarcasm and irony (a clear example being his nickname) and doesn’t hesitate to show it. He is often snarky and sardonic, having his own brand of depreciating humour. He considers himself to be an artist, and spends many hours honing his skills. He enjoys metalwork in particular, and is always on the lookout of possible supplies for a piece when hunting down his wares. He normally keeps a cool and calm composure, and uses this along with his wit and looks to charm his clients, an effect that works particularly well on the younger population. Law is incredibly talented at luring people into a false sense of security. He can jibe and flatter most people into giving him pretty much whatever he wants. He has a short temper however, and is quick to snap, especially when it involves his art. While he is not malicious in intent, he is slippery and cannot really be trusted. Obviously he doesn’t hold to his morals completely, but he has a soft spot for children, and is reluctant to kill. One of his main strengths is that Law knows everyone. You need someone to babysit your three-legged horse? He knows someone. Need a sea serpent’s tail doused in virgin blood? He can have it for you by next Tuesday. Looking for a spy to tell you what your enemy is having for his next meal? No problem, so long as he gets a cut. Law is somewhat arrogant about his own abilities, and so can be easily fooled or angered. He had little to no proper education, and so all his knowledge comes from what he has picked up; streetwise, yes, knowledgeable about literature, not so much, which irritates him a bit.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ|The reason for Law’s aristocratic appearance is due to the fact that his grandfather was, in fact, a nobleman. His mother, who had been born out of wedlock to a peasant seamstress, grew with hardly enough to eat. She was pushed around by her stepbrothers (her mother married again) and shunned by most of the community. She met and fell for a wandering man, who impregnated her but quite promptly left the Halidom and never returned.
And so, Laurence Louve entered the world.
His mother raised him on her own, working long hours in a variety of jobs in order to ensure she and her son had enough to eat (she did not always succeed). Laurence started having to bring himself up mostly from about the age of seven. He would do out and try and sell whatever some tradesman offered him, earning a pitiful share. As he grew older, Laurence learnt about the ways of the traders, and started listening in on conversations. He started to learn how to cajole people into buying things, how to coax a tight-fisted Lord to part with his wallet for a lame horse. At age sixteen, he left his home with only a little money, hoping it would lift some pressure off his mother’s shoulders and that he’d maybe be able to find a line of work.
He returned eighteen months later, laden with goods (some legal, some not) that he claimed came from far off lands, and sold them for a massive profit. This was repeated, though in shorter busts, him leaving for perhaps four months, and then two, and then but five weeks. Eventually, he ceased leaving the Halidom for more than a few days, answering those who asked that he’d found a supplier.
Surprisingly, Law doesn’t keep most of the money himself; he thinks he owes a debt to his mother (who is now retired and living in rather pleasant accommodation, although she doesn’t approve entirely of what she gathers her son does) and send most of it to her. He keeps enough to allow him to live comfortably, which is of course, far better than most of the citizens of the Halidom.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| This is Law. I'll probably refer to him as Bohemian Scum/Charismatic Hipster.

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Form: Wolvine
Gif from Away We Stay (2010)
David Gandy is ridiculously handsome i hate him a professional model and actor.

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Arren Van Boxlaer
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| Arren is short enough, surely?
Aɢᴇ| 19
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Female
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Probably heterosexual (she has only ever been attracted to males in the past at least), which might be a little conflicting.
ʀᴏʟᴇ| A mage, particularly skilled in lightning spells, and therefore has a fairly solid grasp on the more basic elements of fire and air.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Kingdom of Aseres
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| For a female, she is relatively broad shouldered, but for the gender she conceals herself as she is considered somewhat of a lightweight.Arren stands at around 5’7, a height common for the more malnourished, however she is seen as being short as she is a magician, who usually are far more well fed. Her brown hair is styled (or rather, purposefully not) in order to disguise her gender, which she also does by using cloths and bandages as binders to hide away her chest. Aided by her gender-neutral name, the end result is a convincing, if slightly weedy looking man. She is heavily tattooed, as is the custom for magic users from where she hails, a series of swirls and runes running from her neck down her spine, pausing to curl around her arms before continuing to her legs, coming to a halt at her ankles, in varying tones of blue. She wears a silver crow pendant on a simple chain, the only truly personal item she owns.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| When first encountering Arren, she is normally seen as meek and shy, which perhaps is true to some extent when it comes to strangers outside of combat situations. However, the more comfortable she is with someone, the more it is revealed that she is insufferable. She is frequently snappish and sarcastic, and makes flippant comments all the time. Arren is bad at expressing what she means. Extraordinarily bad. Her words don’t come out quite as she means them, and as a result, she can offend people when she doesn’t mean to. She is stubborn and blunt when conversing, and as such many don’t actually like her. Once one sees past the shell of cynicism she’s built up to protect herself, she is gentle and kind-hearted, a thoughtful person who strives to please her friends. It’s a shame she doesn’t have many.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Arren was born outside of the Halidom, in the Kingdom of Aseres, a place that lies many weeks travel due East. Her family was poor, but they lived in the outskirts of the Kingdom on a farm, and so were free of the horrors of more urban poverty. Her mother died giving birth to her younger brother, which broke her father’s heart, and more importantly, his compassion. He became drunken and violent, abusive to both his children, but Arren in particular, as she often protected her sibling, who she brought up instead of their parents. When she was 14, her father sent her to train to be a mage, however in Aseres, only males can learn these skills, and so she created her male persona. Two years later, her father died (committed suicide). She finished her training but months after, and after ensuring her brother’s health, left to wander. She has decided to settle in the Halidom for now, but maintains her masculine persona, as she feels that she would be treated with less respect, which is to some extent true.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| I like Stephen. So sue me.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Athena Wilson
Form: Wolvine
She's a professional model. A super cute one too.

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Lionel Rames the Bara Valiant
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| He is occasionally known as Leo, but only by close friends (and certain bratty young princes wishing to disrespect him)
Aɢᴇ| 28
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Asexual
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Knight
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Ravencry, however has lived in Marseilles for most of his life.
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Lionel is a large, imposing man. Having been well-fed and hard-worked, Lionel has reached the towering height of 6'4, which along with his broad shoulders and heavily muscled figure, provide for a highly intimidating appearance. He has hazel eyes, and his black hair is shaved close to his head in order to avoid catching on his helmet. His crest has a fox with two swords behind it with a golden background. His armour is surprisingly modest for all his fame, a simple dark armour. His helmet's faceplate's raised edge gives him a stern look, which accurately reflects his features most of the time. He has a large scar down his back, a memento of an encounter with a particularly ferocious bandit.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Lionel is a stoic, composed character. Little rattles him, or at least so it seems, as he is capable of appearing completely impassive no matter what his emotion. This attitude is usually reserved towards enemies and acquaintances, and though he is known for his somewhat silent-but-strong personality, this drops a little when amongst close friends. Though he rarely flat out laughs, he does smile with moderate frequency and even allow the occasional chuckle. His humour is always deadpan, and he is a master at delivering sarcastic comments with not a flicker of expression. He is generally well-liked, however there are those who have problems with his quiet manner and his tendency to stick to rules. He is easily embarrassed, though this is hard to note unless with someone who knows his usual manner well. Lionel is unquestionably loyal, even to the point of self-destructiveness, willing to sacrifice himself for anything he deems worthy.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Lionel was born in the small and poor town of Ravencry, to a seamstress and a blacksmith who were of relative wealth compared to many of Ravencry's inhabitants. His father, seeking better employment, brought his family to Marseilles, where he worked as a blacksmith (one of the best) to the knights. Lionel grew surrounded by the Halidom's heroes, and so naturally looked up to them. He began his squireship at age six. Due to not being the son of a noble or even a merchant, there was much controversy about this, however so respected was his father at his trade, that it was allowed, albeit with some hesitance. It proved to be the right choice however, as Lionel soon became one of the most promising squires. He became a full-fledged knight at 21, like most, and from then began making a name for himself. Lionel the Valiant soon became a renown name in Marseilles, and even in surrounding towns. He is content with his moderate success.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| I'm going to call him Bara Knight from now to eternity. He has a Courser horse named Blackfly.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Gaspar Jorge
Form: Wolvine
Gaspar Jorge is a professional model. A very attractive professional model.

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Queen Ryia
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| Ill-advised.
Aɢᴇ| 32
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Female
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Aromantic
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Queen of Pryvale
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Pryvale
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Ryia is generally agreed to be beautiful in a dangerous, viper-like way. She is graceful and powerful, her movements almost always akin to a predator considering an attack. Her features are deceptively delicate, completely at odds with her nature, and she appears to be a petite and fragile woman. She uses her gentle features to her advantage, but also enjoys the contrast between them and the way she walks, talks, acts, and dresses. Her clothes are elegant, expensive, of course, but they also are subtly aggressive, with small enhancements that do things such as make her appear taller, or pronounce her cheekbones. She is fairly short, especially for royalty, reaching a modest 5'5. Her hair is dark, as are her eyes.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Ryia is a highly intelligent, ruthless woman. She is charismatic, sardonic and mildly sadistic in her behaviour. She is however, undoubtedly devoted to her kingdom and their success, and she is a supporter of Utilitarianism, as in to say, in her eyes the ends very much justify the means. She is highly arrogant, to the point of borderline megalomania, and highly vengeful. She is fair to those who she deems deserve it, and is an excellent actress, able to suppress her great pride if she must in order to appear submissive. She is always two steps ahead of her enemies, and makes it her business to know theirs in order to stay in this situation.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Ryia is in fact, not born of the royal family. She married the heir to the throne in order to get where she is now. Three years after his ascension to the throne, he died in mysterious circumstances, and she remained on the throne, as the royal bloodline was so thin that there was no suitable heir after him. She has ruled well if firmly, although she appears to have a grudge against the Halidom for reasons that are unknown to all but her.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| There is more to the history that shall be revealed as it becomes relevant.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Ming Xi
Form: Wolvine
Ming Xi is a professional (and flawless wow she's so pretty) model

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Prince Merek Juilas of Marseilles
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| He goes by his second name, Julias, because seriously, Merek?
Aɢᴇ| Seventeen
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Ambiguous
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Prince of Marseilles. The changes of him inheriting the throne are slim however, as there is his grandfather, his aunt (who is unmarried and has no children) and his father all before him.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Marseilles
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Julias has fairly long dusty brown hair and a pallid complexion brought on from spending little time outdoors. His eyes are dark, and he is generally considered handsome in a cute, puppy-like sort of way, which upsets him because he should be feared. Julias wears fine clothes, frequently of his personal preferred silver and the royal family's blue, and though he is prideful of his heritage, does not usually don his crown.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Julias is often described (behind his back) as snotty, arrogant and irritating, which is, to be frank, true. He is spoilt and arrogant, and most of the Halidom breathes secretive sighs of relief that there is ample time for him to grow before he is even considered for the crown, if he ever does get it. He is childish and impulsive, and dreadfully argumentative, which is only made worse with his habit of being ludicrously smug when he comes out on top. He is rather superficial and dismissive of most people, regardless of rank. He is polite enough to complete strangers, but acquaintances are treated to his rudeness that drives most away before they get to the point at which Julias ceases to be dismissive and rude, and starts behaving in a more friendly manner. He is secretly very lonely, but his pride will not allow him to admit it. He is not cruel, despite his rude remarks, and is often kind to peasants after having spent time berating them.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Julias is your typical prince. He is not the oldest nor the youngest of his generation, but he is the gem of his own family. With a silver spoon in his mouth, he has never had to work for a thing in his life, which is possibly why he has reacted with such horror now that he's had to initiate what is essentially Princeing 101.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| All Hail Prince Brat

Credits:
Faceclaim: Francisco Lachowski
Form: Wolvine
Francisco Lachowski is a professional model who sorta looks like a puppy

[Jade Harley.]

{ my form is done as heckie deckie }

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Maria Alexis
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| None
Aɢᴇ| Eighteen, born December 31st
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Female
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Pansexual
ʀᴏʟᴇ| She's the peasant knight.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Central Marseilles
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Maria is a very slim girl for a knight. At first glance you'd think damsel in distress but she can actually pack quite a punch. She has dark brown hair that, when straightened ends just above her shoulders and has dark green eyes. Her skin is a bit pale but not so that it is considered strange. Usually when she is a companion sort of bodyguard for members of the royal family she will wear light weight armor unless it is a more dangerous assignment, in that case she wears her normal knight attire. Even though she is a knight, you would think that he preferred weapon would be something heavy hitting, such as an axe, but Maria has her personal lightweight sword which she calls the Mystletainn. There are some strange runes carved onto the silver blade of the sword which is razor sharp and the handle is a gold and light brown design.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Maria had always aspired to be a somebody. She never wanted to remain in the life of a peasant and she never wanted to remain a 'no good lying backstabbing thief'. Her lower class life had made her tough, and nothing really surprises her anymore. It also made her a bit cheery and optimistic in attempts to convince herself that after everything bad something good would always come. She's one of those people you really want to hate but can't bring yourself to do so because they have a good vibe about them where ever they go. The girl is often quite loud and annoying because she is very curious, her knowledge seeking causes her to gossip a lot too and sometimes she can't keep her mouth shut. By now you'd probably think something like, "Woah so unrealistic, isn't she supposed to be a peasant who got treated really badly because of poverty??" Well excuuuuuse me I didn't know this was your character. Anyway, unlike what some people think at first glance she is lazy and does not like doing chores, she has done them most of her life and even though the girl is good at them, she feels like she will be reduced to a nobody if she gets people asking her to clean and cook. Maria is also a great liar, not that she would flaunt that around. Come on, you really think you'd be able to survive if you didn't lie, cheat and steal? You'd probably be living in the sewers like that.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| The girl didn't start out great. From day one she was on the streets with only her older brother to take care of her as her mother was working as a 'lady of the night'. It was the only way that they could earn enough to feed all three mouths and as the kids grew old enough to work (and steal) they went to seek out jobs as well. Her father had died before she was born so she did not really know him. Eventually her mother died too of some unknown sickness. The girl was devastated when it was happening, the illness had started with her mother hands. They turned dark and purple and very cold. It eventually made it's way to wear her heart was and that was how she died. Slowly, painfully but luckily, not alone. Her brother, grew a very big disliking for the royal family so he went to work as an expensive escort while Maria moved towards the path of justice. Lionel, the knight is her mentor sort of tutor and she is not actually a knight but one in training so a squire. She and him were assigned to guard and accompany Prince Merek and Prince Haylin where ever they go.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| Kind of a messed up girl.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Annie Monroe from The Like
Form: loud laughing

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Haylin Seo
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| None given
Aɢᴇ| Seventeen, born February 14th
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| What? What are you talking about??
ʀᴏʟᴇ| He is a prince of a foreign kingdom
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| The kingdom of Yangsan
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| The boy has slightly shaggy hair that is black. His eyes are brown or a light hazel. Sometimes he gets playfully teased by his parents when smiling for having a feminine face, especially when wearing a changshan because you cannot see his build very well. He has quite a lean build, he is not overly muscular but he is not weak as well. Compared to the average he is tall being at 6'0 or 183 centimeters. Haylin's skin is very pale, some people joke about him being a vampire sometimes. Haylin usually wears a dark red or dark grey baggy changshan or a chinese dress for males which end five inches above his ankles. The sleeves get bigger as they go down the arm and the cuffs of his sleeves are gold or silver. It is diagonally buttoned with two gold or silver buttons and the trimming goes down his right side. He wears a gold or silver sash that is tied around his waist and the ends end a few inches above his knee. The changshan splits on the sides right beneath his sash and right after the split there is one button that goes across it. His outfit also consists of white trouser that are slightly baggy and black flats. Slightly below his left wrist, Yuhan wears a silver and he also keeps a dagger hidden just in case. If he is not wearing his changshan he is usually forced into royal attire from Marseilles.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Haylin strives for elegance. He is a perfectionist and will not rest until whatever he is doing has reached a certain level of excellence. His grades are always exceptional and he's always striving for more. He has trouble lying while Maria feels no guilt for doing so. Haylin is sometimes rude because he's always honest and straightforward. He does not like being treated as a pushover and does not like people who are stupid and lazy. Though he's always honest, sarcasm is an entirely different thing and he likes to think that he uses it quite well. If someone thinks of themselves as high and mighty when they have no right to do so he does not have a guilty conscience for kicking them down. The boy is not actually a heartless monster, if he sees anyone in trouble he will help them. This means that he gets scolded quite a lot for involving himself in other people's business.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Haylin had very strict parents, in all those movies you see such caring parents and strict tutors but not for this one. They would scold him for not being the best in whatever he was doing, despite being the youngest son our of three and if he was not doing well they would hire tutors to fill his schedules and such to help him get back up on his feet. Whenever the boy tried to help someone who was struggling or in trouble his parents would tell him that he was avoiding his studies and to make sure that he would not fail hired the best scholars in their kingdom to teach him. Only when they saw that he started having a consistency of excellent grades did they allow him with free time. And now Haylin is studying with Prince Merek to learn about foreign affairs. Bother parents of both princes agreed that it would be a good idea, especially since Merek does not have many friends. Maria and Lionel, squire and knight have been assigned to guard them for the fear that someone is planning an to kill of the princes of Marseilles.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| None of this is meant to be historically accurate because this rp takes place in a made up kingdom, thank u

Credits:
Faceclaim: Wong Jong Jin
Form: HAHAHAHAHAHA oF COURSE

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{{ Saving this for mah form! c:

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Rowen J. Slysbern
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| "Ro, if you really must shorten it."
Aɢᴇ| Twenty three
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| "Straight as an arrow."
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Knight
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Marseilles
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Rowen is a bit taller than most and measures up to six foot, three inches and weights 195 pounds. Ro is not overly muscular like a body builder, but he isn't scrawny or lanky. He is well toned, trimmed and athletic. He's a bit of a "big boned" guy with broad shoulders and a wide, tall stature. His most memorable features on his body would have to be his thick shoulders and strong jawline. Moving up to those deep, forest green eyes, one will notice Rowen's sandy blonde hair. His mop, as his mother affectionately used to call it, is riddled with natural light blonde highlights. Rowen likes to keep his hair a bit long, (hence the "mop" reference), but he never lets it go past his ears. It is usually a bit teased and fluffy; maintaining that perfect 'I just got out of bed' look. His crest is comprised of two stags, rearing up against a banner and crown in the foreground. His colors are forest green and an earthen brown. Rowen's armor is modest, and not overly decorated; As it was commissioned for function, not presence. It is of the normal sliver tone. His shield is another story. It is rather large and painted brightly with Rowen's colors.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Rowen is a bit of a laid-back guy; genuinely lively, optimistic and fun to be around. The others knights would say that Ro is the "jokester" of the group, always cracking one here or there; usually when it's not the appropriate time for a joke. This may be where his character comes into question. Rowen is a bit young for a knight, as he only completed his squire-ship a year previous. However, Ro has a big heart, the determination and willingness to learn. On the flip side, Rowen is very independent and has a headstrong nature. His pride is large and hates to admit when he is wrong. At times he can act rashly, especially if his judgement is clouded or he is defending his beliefs. This sometimes causes problems with the other Knights; as Rowen's acting before thinking and can get him into trouble from time to time. One thing to watch for is Rowen's fiery temper. He is known for being easily set off when in a stressful situation. When angry, he becomes very unpredictable in his actions and/or words. Despite his flaws, Rowen is completely loyal to the King and any cause given to him. Rowen does know that he may not always have the best ideas, or the best instinct for certain situations, but he is trying to change for the better.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Text Here
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| As all good knights have a form of transportation, Rowen owns a bay Quarter Horse Stallion named Archer But Rowen's prized possession is his fathers sword. It is a high quality blade, very large and sharp. The words "Miitaris Templi" are inscribed near the helm. Rowen is not quite sure what they mean, but he believes there may be some connection with the Knight's Templar.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Heath Ledger - from A Knight's Tale
Form: Wolvine
Heath Leader Image was found off Tumblr; the others images belong to their rightful owners

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Nᴀᴍᴇ| Scarlett Jackson
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| Scar, but only by people close to her.
Aɢᴇ| Nineteen, but she turns twenty soon.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Female
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Heterosexual
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Knight
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Eastwall
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Scarlett is known for her dark hair and piercing green eyes. She's very pale, throwing sharp contrast to her long black hair, and is of slim build. She's fairly tall, around 5'8. She's curvy, and sometimes uses this to her advantage when she needs a man to get something done. Her hair is generally straight, but falls in soft waves when not plaited to keep it out of her eyes when fighting. She's strong, despite her slim build, and can hold both a sword and keep a check on a strong horse easily. She's generally seen wearing a loose shirt with a thick leather belt over her midriff, dark breeches, and her long leather boots, if she's not wearing armour of some kind. She'll be seen wearing a light cloak of some kind if the weather's fine, if not she'll be wearing her heavier woollen cloak. Her sword will always be at her side, and she's usually armed to the teeth with a dagger tucked in her boots and various throwing knifes hidden in various places. If she's attending a formal occasion, she'll still keep some weapons on her, but not her sword.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Scarlett's spirited and quick-witted. She's a wild-card, and a bit rebellious but feircley loyal to her fellow knights and loved ones. She's smart, fiery, impulsive and independent, and has no trouble standing up to bullies, or anyone for that matter. She's a more of a 'shoot now ask questions later' kinda gal, and she can tend to rush into situations without thinking them through, which has led to her getting into some sticky situations. She's headstrong and a good leader, but she has a short temper and very little patience, making her a fierce opponent when angry.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Her mother died in childbirth, leaving her living alone with her father and three older brothers. Not seeing her any different to her three siblings, her father taught her how to swordfight, how to ride, how to shoot bows and crossbows and various survival skills. She spent her young teenage years sparring with her brothers and riding through the forests near her small town, and, aged eighteen, she set off to the Haildom to seek employment as a knight to help provide for her ageing father.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| She rides a dark dapple grey stallion known as Storm, and she has a large wolf-dog named Hunter.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Katie McGrath
Form: Wolvine
Katie is an actress, who starred in the BBC television program, Merlin.

[akitcougar]

Nᴀᴍᴇ| Anastas Volkov
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| "Stas"
Aɢᴇ| 28
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Male
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Straight, for the most part.
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Mercenary secretly, a Spy for Pryvale
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Pryvale-Marseilles border town

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Stas wears his dark brown hair shaggy and messy, although it is short enough that it doesn't get in his way. He also maintains a scruffy beard that adds to his overall rugged yet handsome look. His skin is tanned and yet surprisingly devoid of scars, save for a nasty burn scar right over his heart. He does not elaborate on what created this burn scar, only that he was stupid at the time. His eyes are a haunting blue that tends to reflect his moods, going dark when he is deadly calm and about to kill. Stas is tall, about 6’2”, with a body that is lean and strong.
Stas typically wears a black tunic and pants and a black hooded cloak. He only wears basic black leather armor, including greaves, gloves, shoulder armor, boots, and a bandolier that contains a variety of objects.
He always wears his primary weapon on his back, a blackwood bow, carved with intricate designs with no apparent function or image, and eagle feather fletched blackwood arrows with steel heads inside a simple black leather quiver.
He usually wears his secondary weapons, although there are a few occasions where he doesn't wear them. His secondary weapons include a simply designed sword with black leather handle and scabbard, dirk with similar design and handle to the sword, and two boot knives

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Anastas is a cold and calculating person, thinking through every move before advancing towards his personal goals. On the surface, he seems rather distant and aloof, but with a hidden allure that allows him to toy with hearts to get what he wants. In reality, he doesn't want to be around other people because he despises the emotions they make him feel. He acts exactly as others expect him to act, which gives him far greater freedom than one would think.
While Stas does enjoy receiving gold for his work, he far prefers information. His way of speaking reminds the listener that they should not trust a mercenary and simultaneously makes them trust him. He gets nervous when speaking for extended periods of time, although he channels that into his hands rather than his face.

Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Anastas was born on a Pryvalen border town, right across from the Halidom. He grew up as the son of the local hunter, Ulf Volkov and learned how to shoot a bow and skin an animal from his father. His mother died in childbirth. Stas was close to his father.
At sixteen, Stas was chosen as his town’s yearly sacrifice to their god. Instead of giving his only family to the Pryvale god, Ulf fought off the men who came to collect his son, giving Stas time to flee the town and across the border.
The first thing Stas did once he was safe in the Halidom was carve a new bow and make a living as a hunter. Over time, he found that gold was easier to come by as a mercenary, so he started hunting humans.
Stas became a successful mercenary over time, attracting the attention of powerful lords. He works for whoever hires him. He has recently acquired work as a bodyguard for a nobleman in the capital city.
Or, at least, that's the story he tells.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| Stas is a talented archer. He's passable with a sword, although he is nowhere near the best. He prefers to take out his targets from afar before they get close enough to attack him close range. His dirk and knives are primarily for self-defense and close-quarter... assignments.
He has a habit of dancing an old, worn silver coin across his knuckles while he talks. The faster it's moving, the more nervous he is.
When Stas came to court, he was accompanied by a golden eagle, Kuroc. Kuroc is Stas' eyes when he's out hunting, relaying information through years of nonverbal communication between the two. Kuroc seems to be mute, as he never makes a sound. His feathers provide fletching for Stas' arrows. Kuroc seems intelligent and just as calculating as his master, although he is more caring about others than Stas. It is unknown where Stas found Kuroc or, for that matter, how the two of them came to understand each other so well.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ| Morrigan Fair
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ| Ghost Speaker, the Wolf, Ghost, the Necromancer
Aɢᴇ| 17
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ| Female
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| Gay
ʀᴏʟᴇ| Mage. She specializes in necromancy and shape-shifting, although she can cast basic spells too.
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ| Northern Marseilles, near the mountains

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ| Morrigan wears her long, wild black hair in a braid that comes over her shoulder. Her eyes are a clear, pale blue and are usually called "ghost-like". She is covered in scars that seem to dance along her arms and torso. There is one scar that seems out of place, a bite mark on her right hand. She is slender and graceful and not all that tall at 5'3".
Morrigan typically wears a white underdress, a forest green overdress, and a warm brown cloak clasped with a silver wolf brooch she inherited from her mother. She wears no shoes at all, and her feet have hardened from walking everywhere. Around her waist is a leather belt with a silver dagger hanging off of it in a sheathe. Aside from the dagger, Morrigan carries no weapons. Her clothing is plain and well worn.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ| Morrigan is a warm and caring person, although she tends to distance herself from others since the death of her mother. Although distant, she always helps those in need, especially children. She is very self-sufficient. She tends to be honest but not blunt. She avoids other mages because she would be killed because of the type of magic she practices. Although she can be dark, Morrigan has a good heart and generally doesn't want to hurt people. Except for mages. She has no compunctions about killing mages.

Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ| Morrigan had the gift of magic since she was a small child. Her mother was a hedge witch and her father a traveling nobleman who she never knew. Morrigan's mother taught the girl everything she knew, but Morrigan soon outgrew her mother's guidance. Morrigan's talents were stronger and more noticeable in the area of magic commonly referred to as necromancy. She could not bring the dead back to life, but she could bring their ghosts up for short periods of time. Her village knew her well and would pay her to bring back lost family members and lovers so that the villagers could say goodbye.
Morrigan also inherited her mother's gift of shape-shifting. Morrigan can turn into a black wolf at will, although she cannot cast any magic while in that form.
The Mages Guild caught wind of her gifts, however. Since necromancy was illegal, they sought to capture Morrigan to try her for her supposed crimes. They burned her village and everyone there, but Morrigan fled as a wolf. Once the mages left, she circled back around to find her mother. When she saw the burned corpse, Morrigan tried to bring her mother back to life but only succeeded in draining some of her own life force, creating the scars on her body. She couldn't even bring back her ghost. The mages had sealed all the villagers' souls when they burned them. The Mages Guild continues to hunt for her, although she stays one step ahead of them as she travels from village to village.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ| In addition to summoning ghosts and shape-shifting, Morrigan can cast witchlight, small fireballs, and basic healing charms. She has not explored the darker side of necromancy beyond trying to bring her mother back. Several noblemen and women have quietly paid for her services to talk to ghosts in exchange for not reporting her to the Mages Guild.

Credits:
Faceclaim: Unknown for both. Found them on Google a while ago.
Form: Wolvine

[Keriae]

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name alexander louis bonfils
nickname alex
formal alexander bymere; duke
age twenty nine
gender male
dukedom duke of bymere
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build strong and tall
hair dark mocha, almost ebony in some lights
eyes chocolate
complexion fair
attire latest fashions, often in black
embellishments many rings
weapon crossbow
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good traits intelligent, witty, serious
bad traits pessimistic, arrogant
neutral seductive, flirty, suspitious
strongest skill crossbow
weakest skill diplomacy
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father pierre jacques bonfils
mother elisabeth françoise bonflis nee moreau
brother michel pierre bonfils
sister marie dominque bonfils
relationship widower; not currently courting
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the room flickered in the amber light of the waving candles. rumpled creamy bed sheets lay in a messy pile, looping over the slender porcelain ankles of the young woman as the blessed girdle around her swollen belly strained with the effort. a cool, wet rag was pressed to her sweaty forehead, and a warm cup of mulled ale was forced to her lips in an effort to keep her hydrated. many women bustled about, although the wet nurse was not present; she would only arrive once the babe had been born.

morning came and still the babe had not graced the world. the exhausted mother could not even look at the food on her plate for the very thought of eating made her stomach turn and flip. every now and again she groaned and yelled and gasped at her pain. soon it was evening but still the babe was not born.

eventually, upon the strike of three in the morning a soothing cry vibrated through the air, for a baby boy had been born and his sound was akin to a lion's roar. the baby was blessed by the priest, took his first vital drink from his tired mother and was then handed to the wet nurse who promised he would grow on her milk. in the coming weeks his mother was churched and then left her confinement with the strong babe held in her arms, named alexander louis bonfils for his mother's brother and his father's brother. there his proud father got his first glimpse of his second heir.


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the babe grew quickly on the wet nurses' milk and before long he was toddling around on his stubby legs, tiny fingers curled around the tips of his mother's slender digits. he could be spotted by her side as she moved around the french castle she called home with her ladies in waiting behind her, oohing and ahhing at his impish curiosity and his older brother keeping an eye on him with brotherly protectiveness. upon reaching three years of age he could be seen romping in the courtyard with his older brother while his mother watched from her sewing and a new wet nurse suckled their baby sister.


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at the age of nine the young boy had his first visit to the french royal court, accompanying his older brother and their parents. at twelve his witnessed his brother marry for the very first time and he himself followed at the older age of sixteen. alexander was married to lady jeanne marguerite maury, a girl, a child of only fourteen. consummation of their marriage was put off until she was seventeen and within months she was pregnant with their very first child. however, their baby, a little girl given the name of elisabeth after her mother, was born very, very early and did not survive the night. their second child was miscarried early on a year and a half later as she neared her twentieth birthday. six months later she was pregnant again and although she carried this baby to full term, the birth was long and difficult and both mother and newborn son died. the babe had been given the name of jacques nicolas. alexander has since moved on from her death and regularly attends court and any balls, finding himself many mistresses and many illegitimate children.

[Wolvine]

ooc: whoa! this got big quick. all characters so far accepted, they all look great. keriae, mind pm'ing me with details about normandie? just so i can add it to the settings post so we all know where we stand with it. i'll make a first post soon, but i'm running out of time at the moment (if someone wants to start before i get a first post in, go ahead, because if we wait for me we could be here forever)