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capella vimmand is the youngest
of the vimmand children, and p-
robably the most unusual. wher-
eas her older siblings are headst-
rong, and powerful, capella is q-
uiet, and physically weak. she d-
oes not fight battles with her fis-
ts, she does not see the point in
it. instead, capella plays mind g-
ames. she destroys her victims
mentally, and lets them comple-
te their own destruction physic-
ally. although capella is very frig-
htening in this way, it doesn't m-
ake her unlovable. in fact, she is
a very good, and loyal friend to
have. if you are her friend, she
will certainly back you up in any
given situation. she has no desi-
re to rule as her brother does, or
force him off the throne like her
sister wishes. the responsibility
of ruling was never meant to be
her's. her fear does lay in the c-
hance that she may have to rule
one day if altair and valkyrie co-
ntinue down the paths of war a-
nd destruction they're following.

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name; capella vimmand
n.name; ella to family
age; seventeen years old
planet; centauri

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good traits; loyal, quiet,
lovable, supportive
bad traits; manipulative,
underestimated

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crush; costar
friends; valkyrie, solace,
turias, gaia
enemies; amara, altair
family; father, deceased;
mother, alive; older bro-
ther, altair; older sister,
valkyrie

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polaris nakkhar is as incorruptible as royalty gets. he is
the second prince of al'nair but want no part in it. from
a young age while his older brother accepted the role of
the nakkhar heir he wanted to throw it all away. but ins-
tead he gave it all away. he has been travelling the uni-
verse and helping people and creatures alike where he
could. he isn't involved in the intergalactic politics and
isn't even sure what is he doing in the capital with all
the other heirs. but as long as he is here he might at
least help his brother to get what he wants.
we forgot they tax our heads and put weight on our
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this is castor nakkar, occasionally called cast by friends. he
is the oldest son of the nakkar bloodline. he's tall, standing at
six feet exactly, and weighs roughly one hundred seventy
pounds. castor is a very quiet and serious soul. he doesn't
speak often, but those 'what if' thoughts always swarm his
mind. he follows his father philosphy of pray for the best
and prepare for the worst. since his father fell ill, castor has
taken his father's place unofficially as king of al na'ir. all that
is left for castor to gain is the crown. despite all of his power,
castor has a modest heart. he doesn't boast over his status;
he has earned nothing that's been given to him. he would
rather not be king, but it seems that he is the only one up to the
task. if he should gain the power of the galactic court, he has
promised himself to rule as he would want a king to rule: with
wisdom, honesty, kindness, bravery, and selflessness.

[maroon']

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turias lives a life of frustration. his head is alive
and whirling with heaps of ideas and plans. he was
always a critical thinker. dispite these wonderful
ideas being promptly thought up in his brains
fortresses, they are never recognized. while his
ideas may be a tad reckless, some are nothing
short of genius. he believes they are genius
himself, so when he truely has faith in his plans,
he does them on his own accord.

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name turias nakkar
age eighteen
role youngest prince of al na'ir
+ traits intelligent, independent,
perseverant, cordial, compassionate
- traits reckless, irritable,
naive, bashful,
height 5'11
weight one hundred, fifty-three pounds
build lean, skinny
friends valkyrie, capella, pyson
foes castor, amara
crush[s] valkyrie, mixed feeling to solace
family castor, polaris
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gender girl, lady, female
planet war-crazed centauri
age nineteen years young
height an imposing five ten
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valkyrie vimmand is the second youngest child of the vimmand children. she is a very bold character who refuses to take no for an answer. having come from the war oriented planet of centauri, she finds it very hard not to take the lead in various situations. her biggest foe is her older brother who currently wears the crown of centauri. according to valkyrie, that crown belongs to her. she does not care if altair is her brother, she wants to take the crown away from him. she also wants the crown of the universe. to say she is power-hungry is a complete understatement.
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B E N T L Y

alias' » am's, amy
age » eighteen
gender » female
planet » the lovely earth
role » princess of earth
parents » aramis and lilliana bently
family » mother (alive); father (unknown); grams (alive); baby cousin x3 (alive)
g. traits » caring, kind, warm-hearted, musical
b. traits » shy, nervous, extremely loyal
crush » turias (sorry I just love dave franco!)
background » Born and raised in brighton, england Amara grew up with her three male cousins, her aunt and uncle, her mother and her grams. As a child, she was told stories of how father was charming and loving however inside she believed that he had abandoned both her and her mother. Amara often caught the eye of many boys throughout school life but never had time to date. She has a twelve year old female white and brown border collie named Bandit because she would always steal food as a pup. Since she was 10, Amara has helped her mother with her cake and sweet shop on the Brighton Pier. When she was 17, Amara graduated top of her class at Brighton college with triple distinctions in Biology, History and Music. During free time she writes song and the music to go with them. She's not a very sporty girl as she prefers the Arts such as music, dance etc. She has always dreamed of becoming a professional singer/songwriter but has chosen to stay and help out her mother's business. It wasn't long ago that she found out the truth about her father and who she really is. And now Amara hates/loathes the idea of leaving her mother alone
face claim » blake lively

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[location] the ship, the bridgexx[tagged] capella & valkyriexx[mood] prepared


travelling had become something he was quite accustomed to. it was rather peaceful, and watching as the vast universe passed by out the window made him feel ambitious. there was so many places to go, so many places to see. that was always something a king wanted to hear, because it meant one thing: control. all in all, life was a game of seizing and controlling, but the poor word choice made it sound so disgusting, and evil. now that altair sat here thinking about it, there wasn't a better way to put it. people wanted it to sound like a terrible thing. but why?

he easily got lost in the stars as they quickly passed by, paying no mind to his two sisters who sat across from him. they were all so estranged. it was the way it had been for years, it just didn't bother him anymore. he couldn't let it bother him. there was no way of getting to them at this point, he was too late. the silence was soon broken by the smooth voice of the vagaen who was on board with them. she wore all white, which popped against her dark blue, smooth skin. her black hair fell down her shoulders, and a tail followed behind her. her eyes were all black with white pupils, it was quite frightening if you weren't accustomed to the extensive vagaen race.

"your majesty." her voice was high, but not to the point of irritation. altair's eyes quickly looked up at her. "the designers wanted to put your cape on, we will be landing here shortly." she spoke with confidence, it was good to be talked to that way for once. altair slowly stood up, he towered above her at six foot even. she must have been at least five two. "alright." he simply said. "let them in." he added. the airtight doors opened, and two more vagaens walked in. one was tall, lanky with reptile like skin, and the other was short and stocky. she appeared to be made of a rock hard substance.

altair didn't say another word, he just held his arms out to the side, and allowed the vagaens to adjust his golden cuffs, and then stand behind him to put on his long, black robe. the robe flowed down his back, and was connected to a golden collar that started at his collar bones, and went all the way up to his jawline. the piece of metal was intricately decorated with swirls, and other elaborate patterns. black armor covered his torso, his shoulders, and his arms, and on his wrists were golden cuffs that stopped at the palm of his hand, but ran up the back of it in an arrow shape. the armor was trimmed with gold, and made his torso look rather muscular.

his thighs and shins were also protected with armor. when they placed his golden crown atop his head, he looked liked a king fit for battle. that must have been their intentions. "on now." he said to the vagaens as he lowered his arm, pulling the golden ring they placed on his pinkie down just a bit more. it was quiet once more, and altair felt himself sigh. he turned to look at his sisters. "we'll be landing soon." he said, urging them to stand with him without doing, or saying more. it was probably the first thing he had said directly to them in weeks.

the ride became rather bumpy, but altair still stood strong. in no time, the ship quieted down, and the bright light that flooded into the windows signaled that they had landed safely. he took a couple steps towards the door with his arms behind his back. he let out one last final sigh, and fixed a intimidating look onto his face, one that would certainly assure his 'competitors' that he meant business. the doors slid open, and the light flooded in. cheers filled the air from the domitians below. they were a mixture of faces, but one thing drew them all together: their enthusiasm, and the fact that they all wore white.

"domitian awaits." altair said to his sisters without bothering to look back at them as he walked down the steps of the space craft to stand on what seemed to be a large stage, but when he gave it a closer look, he realized it was just a very large bridge, one that stood tall over a large waterfall, and led to the gorgeous palace just ahead. he couldn't wait to get there, but he stood in his designated area where the other heirs would soon join him. he was patient enough for the wait, but not too eager to meet all of them.

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capella sat beside the window rather annoyed with the current situation. for once in a very long time the three vimmand children, well she still considered a child and they adults, were together yet none of them attempted conversation. she of course didn't expect her siblings to, and she had no desire for a forced formal talk with altair. if she wished to speak with valkyrie she'd simply wait until he wasn't there. that wouldn't be hard to wait until considering he rarely graced them with his presence. his duty as king obviously came above them, since he wears his crown upon his head nothing else mattered. the wretched thing destroyed her father and now her brother. in her opinion it was a curse and yet her sister so desperately wished to get her hands on it. that would forever be something she could not comprehend.

at the entrance of the lower race of centauri inhabitants she turned her attention to them. with no emotion openly displayed on her face she watched as altair was fitted into his clothing. half way through his dressing a woman with the most bizarre skin, green as moss and as fuzzy too, came for her requesting she come with her to be dressed. capella complied, not bothering to utter a word of dismissal or even a glance backwards as she exited. her own attire was as well in her planet's colors; black and gold. she had had her dressed custom made by one of the finest makers. his reputation was well deserved. the gown was black made of a material she had never seen before but was immediately fond of. the gown was strapless with a straight cut concealing her chest. it was tight fitted all the way down to the top of her thighs before the material poofed out around her. starting at the top it was covered with flecks of genuine gold and slowly it faded as it descended the dress until the bottom was pure black.

standing and staring at her reflection, capella couldn't help but frown at her eyes. she disliked how bright and noticeable they were sometimes. they most definitely clashed with her dress. while she stood examining her reflection, her hair was pulled into an up do of curls and fly-aways. her hair could never be tamed. placed on top of her head was a small gold crown with a single black diamond given to her by her father on her tenth birthday. it was the only jewelry she would wear. satisfied with her appearance she returned to the main section, not even reacting to the shudder of the ship.

altair's ease and attitude pinched a nerve as she scowled after him. if her eyes truly were magical he would be in immense pain at the moment. instead she had to watch her king brother leave and enter into the crowd of admirers. once he was gone she turned to her sister. "I am going to go as well. I will see you out there." she spoke shortly before turning and departing herself. she was definitely nervous. she was the youngest of the royals and that to her seemed like more pressure. people might expect her to mess up do to that. gracefully descending the stairs she couldn't help the expression of awe that crossed her face. it was astonishing how many people were there. of course she knew they were likely here for the more notable royals here, her brother being one of them. even valkyrie, but doubtfully herself. she was just third in line.

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Castor gazed out at the ocean of darkness and the burning lights. The universe and the world as he knew it. He sighed as he wondered about it's fate, what would happen to every single person inhabiting it. It worried him to think of it falling into the wrong hands. It was one of his darkest fears: not being the leader his father would want him to be, allowing a tyrant to come to power under his watch. Darker still was the thought that Castor himself could be that tyrant.
creedwashereHis brown eyes found his brothers. They all resembled their father to one extent or another. He was a noble man, Castor reminded himself. An honorable and honest man. A man that lay in a silk bed with a crown on his head and counting his heartbeats. It was wrong. The King of Al Na'ir deserved to die on his feet, not as the bedridden bones that remained of their father. Castor swallowed. Soon their faces would be all they had left of their father.
creedwashereCastor had watched his father everyday since he could remember. All his life, he had known that one day the crown would be his. He had wanted nothing more than to be as great a king as he possibly could, a king like his father. When he was a young boy, he hadn't know the crown would come at the cost of his father's life. Finding out the truth had sent him into a spell of silence and rejection that only their mother could talk him out of. He had cried then, and Castor knew in his heart that he was still that same boy. He would have rejected the crown until the day he died if it meant his father would live. But that was child's play; nothing could save his father now.
creedwashereIt wasn't long after that his thoughts were interrupted with the announcement that they were about to arrive. Castor found his heart in his throat as he stood in front of the mirror. The suit was of white silk so blinding it made him want to run from himself. Pure gold silk made up the lapels, the jacket lining, and the cufflinks. The shirt underneath the jacket was a purple so deep it seemed to be black. Castor rubbed the back of his neck, remembering his father wearing this exact suit on all sorts of occasions. He sighed quietly, placing his golden circlet atop his head.
creedwashereWhite light flooded through the windows at either side of him. He could hear the crowds of Domitian cheering with a singular roar. It was breathtaking. The doors opened before him. Castor looked back to his brothers. "So it begins," he said, just loud enough to be heard over the scream of the crowds. He spotted the royal Centauri ship right away, then the nobles, with their black and gold blazing. Castor gave a single nod in recognition to the armored king and smiled pleasantly.

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xxxxx being a king wasn't exactly what you would call fun now, sure you get treated nicer by your followers, but that's about where the perks stop. next comes responsibility, leading everyone in a calm path to keep things running, making many of enemies just for existing, and all while juggling everyone's needs. the weight of dozens of planets had been dropped on pyson in one swift crash. the passing of his father during one of the takeovers was a tragic loss, true he was still mourning, but there were greater matters at hand now. the planets his father once ruled so easily were taking advantage of the new king, trying to break away and really hit home.

xxxxx pyson's emerald green eyes stared back at him from in front of the mirror, a kind vegaen smoothing his outfit, making a few touch ups here and there. the sight of the creature was something he was so easily used to, with all his traveling you could say he'd seen it all, no creature of the stars really scared him anymore. yet it was quite bothersome he'd gotten stuck with the rather slimy, chubby vegaen to make last minute adjustments. it only took the young king merely a second glance into the mirror to realize the magic they'd truly worked on him today. "wow..." the word slipped from his lips in an awed sort of whisper, earning a smile from the nice lady who continued to pick at his suit.

xxxxx for once in his life, pyson actually looked the role of a king, the dark circles and worry lines completely wiped from existence, his hair was nice and sleek, pushed up into a tad spikey due, making his powerfully green eyes stand out for once. what really got him was the way his suit, although appearing so fancy, actually worked as armor incognito. the silken, white jacket of his suit, only there to go with the brightly colored orange chest piece underneath. his pants, to match the jacket were also a silky white, tied all up together with a few small, patterned yellow stars dotting the whites of his suit. in this moment as the nice vegaen lady fixed his cuffs, and attached his long, normally orange cape, because capes were nice things and it tied together his outfit more, he truly appeared to look just like his father.

xxxxx thus having been given the courage to finally look the role of a good, strong leader pyson averted his gaze from the mirror, tipping his head slightly to the friendly lady who helped him, and turned towards the doors as they slowly folded open. he'd been aware that they'd already landed but hadn't much cared to exit yet. as the doors came to a stop, revealing the large bridge that would take each and every person to the same place to meet, he stepped out. eyes quickly marveling in the beauty of the place he'd almost forgotten to walk. sight seeing was almost a second nature to the young king as traveling planet to planet usually called for a good scoping out.

xxxxx pyson had finally made his way over to the gathering group of people, when a nervous wave struck him. allowing his eyes to flick from person to person he picked them out, trying names to every face, hopefully getting most right as his father had always taught him, knowing names was important. as he tried to recover from the wave of nervousness that had set in, he'd realized why it had. while he was off fighting to be king of the universe the planets his father worked so hard to control were crumbling at the seems of the laws that bound them to eachother. clenching his right hand in and out of a fist he finally stopped, standing tall next to the gathered group of people. saying absolutely nothing, rather just lost in his destructive thoughts.


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