Starfall-Human & Creature Fantasy RP(late medieval) semilit

[azhefa.]

[Sorry watching a movie >.< and that's fine Trigger (: I understand]

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____Faction: The Highborne
____Rank: Youth
____Race: Female Human
____Shards: 0

Alex was about to reply to Ariel before she ran off. "Wait Ary..." Alex said, slightly annoyed by her friend as she ran off into town. Swearing under her breath, Alexandra ran after her. Ariel was quick, but so was Alex. They ran through town, zigzagging their way through alleyways and streets. At first, Alex didn't care where they were, but then things started to get weird. The buildings got progressively older and decayed; overgrowth seemed to begin to retake what man has claimed from the earth. Alex had a strange feeling that things were getting darker the further they went, the shadows seemed to creep into the streets like vines on a cobblestone wall.
Alex turned at the corner of a road and was preparing to tell Ary to turn around, but her friend vanished. Alex walked down the street quietly, she had a bad feeling about this place, nothing seemed friendly here. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew down the streets, at least, what Alex thought was a gust of wind. She whipped around startled, expecting to see someone behind her; nothing but a leaf rolled down the streets. "Ary" Alex said, slightly fearful "I don't think we should be here". Alex began to wonder where her friend was, she couldn't have gotten far she thought as she began to open nearby rotten doors.

____Faction: Other
____Race: Male Dyre Lion
____Shards: 1

Kivuli was sitting on the roof, trying his best to relax in the cool breeze under the night's sky. However, he didn't have this luxury for long. Kivuli's ears perked up as he heard talking down in front of the bakery. Son of a... Kivuli thought to himself angrilly, looking down at his hand, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Turning to his clawed for, Kivuli crept along his roof silently. Kivuli's clawed form was not something he favored for combat, not that he wasn't powerful with it, but bladed form just gave him more attack options. However, his clawed form gave him the benefit of silence. On four legs, he was much more quiet than on two, more nimble as well.
Kivuli contemplated if he could take down the enemies which approached him, but he had his doubts. The blood magic left him much more tired than normal, the risk would be too great. Running was out of the question as well, they would just track him down once more. He decided diplomacy was the only choice. Kivuli jumped over to an adjacent roof silently and turned back to his clawed form to attach the star shard to a necklace and place it around his neck. Turning back to clawed form, Kivuli walked along the new rooftop, its shingled top was shaped like an upside down V. He sat at the top corner of the roof next to a chimney and sat down. His cloak and tail flew in the breeze. The moonlight glinted off the metallic surface of Kivuli's mask; behind them sat light blue eyes which shined in the illuminance, their focused calmly on the nearby rooftop as they awaited their new guests.
Kivuli began to lick his injured paw calmly.

____Faction: The Legion
____Rank: The King
____Race: Human
____Shards: 0

The king sat on his soft velvet chair at the end of a long table, its carvings were that of a master craftsman. Golden trimming ran along its edges, reflecting the candlelight in the room back at him and those around him. The rooftop was a large dome with large arch shaped windows under it, these allowed the moonlight to cause shafts of light to enter into the room. It was the kings meeting hall, and around him were his knights. The king stood up and looked at each of his knights in the face, "You all know why we're here" he said "and I'm looking for anyone with a solution." The king wasn't desperate, but he was tired. The sheer size of the kingdom in combination with clans, magic, dragons, and "starfall" was extremely tiresome.

[azhefa.]

Age: 357 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Dragon
Alliegance: Legion
Rank: Dragon
Mate: None
With: King Joseph

She snorts at a few knights that give her annoyed looks when she pushes past them, the dragon flicks her tail a little and sends them cowering so they don't get hit with the spaded club-like knob on the end of it. Ember rumbles a chuckle as she curls her rather large body around King Joseph's chair, careful to keep her sharp claws and head horns under control so they don't scratch or tear the pretty cloth. She purrs at Joseph and lays her head in his lap, it was nearly the size of a horse's with long horns jutting from the top that point towards her back.

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
human;; male;; nineteen;; no allegiance;; no shards
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

Now safely inside the great palace, Regulus stepped into the deep shadows to his left and thought. The duke had given him directions to where the room was that he needed to steal from, but those directions were from the front door. He couldn't risk going down there. But this room was directly above the entrance hall, two floors up. He was already on the right level. If he crept out of the room and along the hallway until he found the sixth door on his right, then went through and emerged into another corridor, he would be nearly then. There, he would have to find the fourth door on the left, and he'd be where he needed to be.

The room the thief was in now was an unused guest room, by the looks of it, and the servants had just left the light on by accident. Slipping out of the room silently, the young man crept along at quite a pace; the king would be back any moment, and he was keen not to be found. Taking the sixth door, Regulus continued until he reached the fourth door on his left. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of a rather large hound, growling and marking loudly.

"Just my luck." This room was almost directly above the king's meeting hall. If anyone was there, they'd here this dog. Knocking an arrow into place, he pulled the bowstring taut and THACK, it hit the dog in the side of the neck. It slumped down on it's side with a THUD. Racing past the unmoving furry body, he glanced around for the item he was searching for: a pure gold statue of a famous king sitting astride a great steed. The stallion's mane was laced with silver, as was it's tail. The man's eyes were glistening jewels of emerald and the sword in his scabbard had a handle crafted of jade. A carefully constructed, rare piece that would be worth riches on it's own. In his haste, however, Regulus knocked and sculpture beside it, a heavy ivory cart pulled by two horses with a man's whip lashing through the air, to the floor with a massive bang. One horse's head fell off, the other lost two legs. The man's arm fell off and a wheel came loose. Grimacing, Regulus shoved his prize into his sack and looked for a way out; he couldn't go through the door, surely, but there was no window!

[azhefa.]

Age: 357 years
Gender: Female
Species: Fire Dragon
Alliegance: Legion
Rank: Dragon
Mate: None
With: King Joseph + Regulus

The dragon's eyes start to close slowly as the king speaks to the knights around the room, the low humming tone was very soothing to her. She twitches a little when she hears a dog barking, the stupid beast was always yapping about something it seems so Ember ignores it until she hears a faint thud. The dragon's eyes snap open and she lifts her head, hissing rather loudly, a sound that can chill blood and send fear down to the bone in humans. Ember looks around the room and hears faint steps above them followed by a loud bang which makes the dragon roar since she knows no one should be in the room above them, it was the king's room where his precious things were kept. She uncurls herself from King Joseph's chair and is out the door in less than a moment, moving up the stairs in a rush of loud scraping and noise, headed straight for the room Regulus was in.

[Dark.]

{I hope this is okay ^^

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Qᴜᴇᴇɴ Kᴀᴛᴀʟɪɴᴀ Bʀᴀᴅsʜᴀᴡ
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Nᴀᴍᴇ ➵ Katalina Bradshaw (née Davenport)

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ➵ Almost everyone, par the King, will simply refer to her as The Queen, Your Majesty or Your Highness. However, to her closest friends, and King Joseph, she is known affectionately as Kat.

Aɢᴇ ➵ Kat is thirty-two years old.

Rᴀᴄᴇ ➵ Human.

Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ➵ The Legion.

Rᴀɴᴋ ➵ Kat is the Queen of the Legion. She was married to King Joseph on her sixteenth birthday, and publically crowned the following day.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ ➵ Kat is no magician. She has a strange fascination in the magics however, and is envious of the power that they bring. Under normal circumstances she tolerates magic, despite it being outlawed. She does however have one hatred, and that is dragons; she looks at them as no more than mere animals and hates that they are allowed within the castle. She does not have exactly the same feeling about Dyre's, though does believe they are generally inferior to human beings.
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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ➵ Manipulative;; Almost anyone who has spoke to Kat must admit that their is some degree of cunning about her. She has a certain knack for getting people to do exactly what she wants them too; whether they themselves were for or against the idea. Kat can also snake herself out of unsavoury situations with only her words; though this is not hard - she is the second most powerful person in all of Zianna. Often people have no choice but to listen to her. One skill she has honed above all others is the ability to lie and show a facade. On public appearances, she still appears as the sweet, innocent Queen she was sixteen years ago. Behind closed doors, she could not be more different.

Controlling;; Kat likes to be in control, of herself and others. So much of her life has been determined by others, that she has spent the last few years reclaiming control where she can. She likes obtaining knowledge, as in her mind, knowledge is the truest source of power. She can be greedy, and if she see's something she wants, she will try and take it; no matter what the price she has to pay.

Flirtacious;; Kat is almost dangerously flirtacious. She still keeps a loving relationship with her husband, despite the fact that various stresses have put strains on the relationship in recent years. When her husband is around, she will harmlessly flirt with his guards; however when his back is turned she can become a lot more seductive. Seduction is a technique she uses most of the time to get what she wants, and she has become very skilled at it.

Unforgiving;; If you cross Kat, be prepared to get your comeuppance. She is lethally unforgiving and will never forget someone who wrongs her. In her mind, treachery is the worst sin. As a result of this belief system, she does not trust people very easily. That said, she comes across as perfectly trustworthy; meaning that people tend to confide in her, without her returning the favor.

Misundertood;; Above all, Kat is misunderstood. She comes across as cold and devious; however she never was before. Grief runs deep through her veins, causing her to even come across as a little mad at times. It is not uncommon for her to become hysterical at times or even volatile in moments of anger. Sometimes, flickers of the old, younger Kat shine through; moments of tenderness, compassion or just happiness. However these moments are seldom and far out shadowed by her erratic moments.
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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ➵ It is undeniable that Kat has a certain beauty about her. Her face is sharp, with defined features. Her cheekbones are prominent, turning a subtle shade of pink when she blushes. Her lips a soft, and where there once was a smile there is now a straight line; emotionless and discerning. Her eyebrows are normally raised. Her eyes are a piercing blue, framed by thick, black eyelashes. Normally, they regard you with a cold stare; however at times they regain their old twinkle, lighting up her face.

Kat's hair is a soft blonde colour, that looks platinum in some lights. It cascades down to just below her shoulder blades, with a slight wave. It is always shining and soft to the touch. Rarely is her hair down. Normally, Kat's hair is plaited and colied around on the top of her head in an intricate, yet tasteful design. A small circlet rests on top of her head normally, in place of her heavy crown. It is made of gold, with no elaboration par a small emerald at the front.

She stands at 5' 6" with a slight yet womanly figure. Kat has a narrow waist with narrow hips. Proportionate shoulders carry an ample bust. Her legs are long. Kat's hands are small and soft, they could almost be described as delicate. She has never done any hard labour in her life, nor has she fired a bow or swung a sword. Her skin is pale; but not pasty or sickly.

Usually, she wears fitted gowns; woven from silk with accents of lace and spun gold or silver. Jeweled rings and bracelets adorn her wrists, and earrings hang from her ears. Normally an elaborate necklace hangs around her neck. Her dresses are normally acceptably conservative; her shoulders are covered and only a teasing amount of cleavage is shown. A corset is usually worn beneath her dress, in order to furthur cinch in her waist.
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ➵ From the day she was born, Katelina was betrothed to King Joseph. Her father was a wealthy Lord who had been causing trouble for the King. In order to settle thier differences, Lord Davenport, Kat's father, had pledged to swear fealty to the King, on one condition - the King wed his daughter when she came of age. They agreed and the pledge was made. It was a great honour for a Lord's daughter to marry the King.

As soon as Kat's father deemed it acceptable, at the age of six, Kat was brought to court to live with her father in the Castle. She was a playful and happy child; always polite and laughing. She enjoyed playing with the servant's children and got on with everyone in the castle; courtiers and servants alike.

As time went on she began to grow and blossom into a beautiful young maiden. She was shy and unaware of the affect she had on the young Lords and the stablelads. Of course, noone tried to hard to win her affection, as, just like her, they were well aware that she was bethrothed to the King.

Her wedding day came on her sixteenth birthday. Naturally, she was more than a little nervous; she was marrying the King - a man nearly two decades her senior. She'd never contemplated other options. Kat didn't love the King, it was just something she had to do. Ever since she was too young to comprehend, she was told she was to marry the King.

The wedding went well and the day next day she awoke, to her small coronation. She was crowned officially as Queen by the King himself infront of a gathering of civilians in the King's Plaza. For her first years, she was a much loved Queen, always happy, always smiling; and, over time, she began to love Joseph, not just as her King, but as her husband.

Then she fell pregnant. At 21, she was scared when the nursemaid told her. It was a daunting task; she would be carrying the future heir to the throne. However, two months in, Kat miscarried. She felt a sense of loss, one that she wasn't expecting. She grieved for a little while, before returning back to her old self.

The next time she fell pregnant was at the age of 25. Kat was excited this time, though a little dubious. Above all, she wanted to give Joseph a son. This time, it was five months into the pregnancy when she miscarried. Naturally, she grieved worse this time. Although she got over it, part of her was missing. The twinkle in her eye perhaps.

The final time she fell pregnant, she was 28, and had many misgivings. But, the pregnancy seemed to go well. Kat begin to become more bubbly and happy once again. Alas, all good things must come to an end. It was a week from her due date and Kat was big with child. She still refused to let people help her. She was making her way down a flight of stairs in the castle from her bedchamber; sick of being on bedrest. However, she tripped on her skirts and fell down the steps. The fall caused her to go into labour. She gave birth to a stillborn son. The delivery maid said that he will have died in the fall. Kat could never forgive herself.

She never cried, she never grieved. Instead, she grew from it; turning her into the cunning piece of work she is today. She will not look to the past for answers and instead looks to the future; a future in which she has more control, and more power.
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Aʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴀᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ,
ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅʀʏ?
Iᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs,
ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴇ?

Iғ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ

Character (c) Me
Face Claim - Charlize Theron | The Evil Queen from Snow White & The Huntsman
Song Lyrics - Bad Blood by Bastille

Favourite Animal ; a toss up between wolves and Gypsy Vanners.

[Dark.]

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Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ Sɴᴏᴡ
Kɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Hɪɢʜʙᴏʀɴᴇ
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Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rafe
Aɢᴇ: 29
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Highborne
Rᴀᴄᴇ: Human

Rafe moved as quietly as possible, checking the opposite side of the bakery to Jax. His bowstring was taught as he aimed it into the shadows. He could smell nothing but the overpowering scent of stale damp. It clung to his throat, and he fought to restrain himself from coughing. It was clear that the bakery floor was deserted. He frowned, irritated. Nobody could just vanish.

Then something glinted in the moonlight that had flooded in through the now open doorway. Rafe put out his hand his fingertips tracing the cold metal. An iron rung. The iron was wedged deep into the stonework and looked secure enough. Rafe tilted his head and followed the rungs upward. They climbed high, up into the rafters and to the roof. His vision wasn't too good in the darkness, but he was sure he coud make out the feint outine of a trapdoor leading out onto the rooftops.

Rafe removed the arrow from his bow and thread it back into his quiver, before reattaching the bow safely onto his back, "Jax." he hissed, pointing upward towards the trapdoor. Then he pulled his dagger from it's sheath and bit the blade beneath his teeth, before starting to climb.

The rungs were painfully cold to the touch and some were a little unstable, but Rafe kept climbling. When he reached the top he pushed roughly at the trap door. It took two heftly blows for him to thrust it open. The trapdoor swung open, clanging on the roof as Rafe heaved himself up and out onto the rooftop. He was painfully aware of the position he was putting himself in now. Once he was up, he transferred the dagger from his teeth to his right hand and surveyed the roof. His back was turned on Kivuli.

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(Accepted Dark.)

[Keriae]

(I was thinking, maybe because Regulus is creating so much noise, the King and Queen could go up and maybe the Queen flirts with him?)

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____Faction: Other
____Race: Male Dyre Lion
____Shards: 1

Kivuli watched as the man pushed his way up onto the adjacent rooftop. He studied him quickly to try to figure out who he stood with. He wasn't wearing any of the fancy legion armor, nor did he wear anything of the religious type, so he must be either part of the Highborne or be an other. The man was undoubtedly in shape and confident with his movements, Kivuli figured that under normal circumstances he could dance with him in battle, but not now; but he still had the power of the shard at his disposal.
"So who are you and why do you follow a shadow?" Kivuli said calmly, still licking his paw, he swept his tail to the left gracefully.