In control. A Vampire Royalty Roleplay (Accepting)

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(Bump <3)

[Red weasel]

.:Vampire:.
UserName: annabel19
Name: Amaranth
Gender:female
Real Age: 1653
Age when turned: 21
Crush: open
Personality: She's quiet, usually reserving most her conversation, for only people she deems worthy. She very judgmental, but hide it behind a fake smile. She seem alot nicer and graceful than she is
History: She worked he way with knowledge and power.
Picture/description:
Siblings: She refuse to speak of them
Kingdom:Azlera
Position: Queen
Other:

.:Vampire:.
UserName:
Name:Boris
Gender: male
Real Age: 77
Age when turned: 16
Crush: open
Personality: Secretive. He quiet on the surface, and can also seem very quiet but on the inside he has a secret malice.
History: Being 77 make him fell young. But hes seen a lot more than he cares to tell. Usually if he tells you something it's to scare you. He won't by any chance tell you how he got his rank
Picture/description:
Siblings: none that are known
Kingdom:Myrtle
Position:prince
Other:

((sorry it took a while, usually takes me a whlie to makes these, hope i didn't do anything wrong))

[Trick;]

(S'Okay. And accepted. Your already on the front page)

[Red weasel]

((awesome!~ so do i just jump in?))

[Trick;]

(Sure. There are plenty of people is Azlera, and both my Myrtle people are available...)

[Red weasel]

((ok~))

Amaranth moved around the castle, her skirt flowing behind her as she walked. He hand dragged against the wall until she made she poked her head outside. She decided the weather was nice enough and went out. She let a small smile part from her lips. This was a rare sight, she never let anyone see her smile. She quickly diminished that smile.

Boris decided he wanted to mess with someone today. He made his way out into the village, he scanned the crowed looking for someone who looked fun. His ice blue eyes flickered from person to person. He has a mental smirk at the whole idea, he loved playing games with people.

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Emma sat up from the small Myrtle pond, clean from the days work. Her neck didn't hurt as it normally did; having not been drunk from yet. She sighed, sitting on the bench, and looked up at the clouds that rolled by.

Aaliyah continued skipping down the sidewalk, beside the park. She stopped in front of a large-ish tree, and brushed her hand against the rough bark. On a second thought, she grabbed on to the nearest branch and pulled, climbing to a sturdy branch and sitting down.

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(Bump)

[Red weasel]

Boris looked around, but as usual he lost interest quick. He made his retreat back to the castle. He shifted a hand in his pocket his eyes scanning everything he could see. He made his way to the garden, he liked the feel of it, the air of calm. He like the peace of it, even though he usually didn't like peace.

Amaranth made her way to the garden. The colors always made her happy. But she never let it show. She bent over and slid her finger across a flower. Her mind went at ease at the touch, the feel of it. The smoothness made he pleased.

[Trick;]

(Can only do so many at once. On my IPhone.)

Emma swings her legs under the bench, them barely brushing the ground. She tapped a slow, steady beat against the cold stone bench, and started whistling to go along with it. It was a tune from her childhood.