Royalty in Disguise(Midieval/Kingdom RP, Semi Lit+)

[baron zemo.]

[[ Any of the guys greatly needed? ]]

[*Frozen*]

(The two nobles are needed, or the king's younger brother.)

[baron zemo.]

[[ I'll make a noble
And is the Fool's form okay(Him being a fairy and all)? Skeleton form, but will add more description later ^^ ]]

"Riddle me this..."
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N a m e ➺ The Fool. Nothing more, nothing less; he did have a name long ago, but he has never shared it.

A g e ➺ That's a odd question, but he is about 22, though he has the body of a late teen

D e s c r i p t i o n ➺ False appearances
Fool is borderline pale: Pale skin, white hair pale blue eyes; making him the best person to laugh it. He is tall and lanky, with delicate features and stark mannerisms. He seems to just be a puppet on strings most of the time, morphing to please whoever he is needed to please.

P e r s o n a l i t y ➺ Fool is a chameleon, despite his non-camouflaged physical appearance. He knows how to talk up a storm, sway people into his thinking and lead people off his scent. Around the nobles and royals, he is an eccentric, joking man just like he is told to be; degrading himself for the sake of the jest. However, around people he actually trusts(and that is the odd few), he is more calm and collected. The Fool is sauve and cool under pressure, mischievous on the most part and down right cheeky with authority. He considers himself alone in the world, not knowing how to fit in because he has to always be on his guard.

Being one of the few who is usually near the King due to his position, The Fool knows most of the current affairs surrounding the household.

His interests include fencing, exploring and The Arts. He is an avid painter, usually found with a spot of paint somewhere on his body.

H i s t o r y ➺ Fool would rather not talk about his history; hiding it in a tangled web of riddles and jests. Most know he isn't human enough to be considered human, but he doesn't elaborate on his eccentric tendencies.
He is actually a rogue fairy, running away from persecution after breaking an important magical shrine in a jest
He didn't voice his opinions, but he dreadfully despises the banishment of the Royals; wanting to help out as much as he can. Alas, who would need help from a Fool?

O t h e r ➺ Crush open :3
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"...Riddle me That."

"I can't look away..."
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N a m e ➺ Magnus Chivalry

A g e ➺ Looking bright for his age, Magnus is 19

D e s c r i p t i o n ➺ Braveheart
Magnus is tall, about 6'2, with dark brown hair and brown eyes to match. He does have a touch of stubble growing on his chin, usually keeping it cropped. With a strong and athletic build, Magnus is a brilliant fighter; preferring swords. He usually wears earthy clothing: Greens, Browns.

P e r s o n a l i t y ➺ Magnus is a charmer, well, when it comes to pleasing people he doesn't like. He doesn't seem to fit the noble description most of the time; acting humble and treating everyone with respect despite the class. He is a mediator between most fights; choosing no side until he is absolutely sure he is on the right one.
However, he has trouble voicing his true feelings; hiding them to keep people happy. This could be seen as cowardly, but he doesn't seem to be irked by it.

His hobbies include Animals, Literature, combat and dance; He writes his own short stories, but never shares them out of embarrassment.

H i s t o r y ➺ Magnus was born to a high class family as the only son, having to keep the integrity of The Chivalry's highly. He never wanted to be in that position; dreaming of joining The Musketeers or something along those lines. He met the King at a Gala, instantly getting into his inner circle with his intellectual reasoning. He didn't say anything in regards to the Stripping-Of-Titles regarding the other royals, but he was rather guilty and distant when it happened; not seeing the King for awhile. He actually likes the banished royals, helping them out secretly.

O t h e r ➺ Crush open :3
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"...From anyone who is helpless."

[*Frozen*]

(Accepted! I like the fool, he might be useful in a future rebellion, if he knows so much of the inner workings of the castle.)

[baron zemo.]

[[Thanks! :3 ]]

[Metronome]

So...

[*Frozen*]

(You guys want to go ahead and start? We can get the rest after we begin. I'll put my form below and one of you can begin.)

Name: Lily Grace Avalon
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Position: Princess
Description: Lily has long, straight, flowing golden hair snd bright blue eyes. She is slender and considered very beautiful by most every man in the land.
Personality: Lily is, in short, incrediblely spoiled, whiny, and stubborn. This mostly comes from being spoiled for all of her life, and being catered to. She is prone to telling off santons who doesn't do something exactly to her tastes and anyone who she dislikes, which are many.

[Metronome]

yespleaselet'sstart

[*Frozen*]

(Let's go!)
Lily woke as the sun climbed high enough to shine into her room and right into her eyes. "Ugh! Why didn't the maid close the drapes last night?" She sat up, thinking of the telling off she was going to give her when she next saw her. She leaned over and rang the bell that called for her attendant, and stood up and let her golden hair fall out of its nightcap. The attendant showed up at the door and went to get Lily's dress for the day, a pale pink satin with lace. The attendant helped her out of her nightgown and into the dress, not without a sharp command to mind that the lace didn't get ripped. Then she began to braid Li,y's hair into an elaborate style, and when she was done a Lily dismissed her and left the room, heading down the corridor to the dining hall.

[Whale_Shark]

Tatiana stitched in silence, getting up at dawn and gathering the unfinished work from yesterday. A simple suit vest, royal blue, black silk lining. Carefully she gathered what she needed and headed to work outside, sitting I'm the small porch around her shop and quarters. The chickens milled about and she looked around the yard.
Seeing she was some she smiled, humming an old Irish die sing from when she was a kid, imaging her life back in green.
Not these horrid grays and browns and beigh. Silently she wondered if she would be allowes a small garden. (Open)