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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:11 pm
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  ❝ Quote Here ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Clarissa Brigidere Sworrenson ❖ Nicknames // Clare ❖ Gender // Female ❖ Age // Twenty -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Likes // Butterflies, Birds, People, Sweets, Books, Social Events ❖ Dislikes // Violence, Fighting, Storms, Cooking, Boats, False Pretenses ❖ Height // Five feet, six inches ❖ Weight // One hundred and thirty-five pounds ❖ Markings// any tattoos or scars -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // THe Southern King has always been a proud, pompous man. Beauty was what he valued- appearances, social standing, power. Though those of the Southern Nation are known for their kind dispositions, that does not mean they have no flaws. In fact, those with cruel natures are simply deceptive in their pride and vainity, as is the Southern King. So it was no suprise that he wed the most beautiful woman in the country. It was three years later that she became, rather unexpectedly, pregnant, and gave birth to Clarissa. Had the people not been so excited at the birth of their heir, he likely would've ridden himself of the child.
However, since he did not, he made sure Clare grew into the most beautiful daughter there was. It took a few years, but he soon grew to love her as any father would. Her mother, however, wanted nothing to do with the child. She was sweet and motherly only when in public. The rest of the time she was distant and cold. And, being the rich and beautiful woman she was, quite popular, as well. She would go to many a party and end up drinking the night away. Clare, only a young child at the time, would either be left home or accidently brought with. Even at this young age, Clare was weell aware of her mother's behavior. She knew she shouldn't be acting like this, that she was the queen and had appearances to uphold. So, she ended up taking care of her. Clare would clean her up, put her to bed, make excuses for her. Her lavish partying was main reason her father had the affair, and ended up having the illegitamate child.
After the affair, her mother became even more distant. Clare felt bad for her, and continued to take care of her, along with her half sister. She had grown attached to the little girl, and the motherly instincts that had grown from taking care of her mother ended up transferring to her, as well. As Clare grew up, she visited the Central Kingdom more often to see young Aria. The two grew quite close. Unfortunately, when the war spread south and took her own lands from her, Clare was unable to travel any longer. It would be several more years before father, and the kings of the other nations would get together and come up with a way to stop the war. Although Clare had grown into a beautiful and responsible princess, even she had, at first, wept at the idea of marrying a stranger. In her time, she'd had plenty of suitors, and like every young woman, dreamt of falling in love. Marrying for duty had not been something she'd expected she'd be doing. She was deeply saddened at this, but could not turn away from her duty. She agreed, and left her father (whom she had become quite close to in the times of war) and country behind. She is still quite sad and depressed at the thought of marrying some strange man from the Island Nation, and she wishes not to. However, like always, Clare has burried her complaints and will fulfil this peace agreement with a smile on her face. ❖ Personality// Clare is a person you can depend on. When she gives her word, she does her all to keep it. She comes across as a goodie-two-shoes, and she's alright with that. Clare sees no harm in wanting to do good! Her responsibility flows over into almost a motherly trait; she's very protective of loves ones, especially her sister, and always does her best to care for them. She be a tad nit-picky because of it; mother knows best, after all. But she's nurturing and tender, much more mature than her age. Clare's responsibility makes her determined to get things down, bringing words like stubborn and sometimes single minded to mind. But she'll do anything to avoid disappointing people. Clare, being a princess, has certain duties she is expected to fulfill. She does her best to give of a princess-like appearance and air or royalty. She will always put her country and people before herself, no matter what. It does not matter what the task is; whether she must attend a diplomat's ball and dance with truly horrible men, or marrying a man she has never met in hopes for peace. Clare realizes that in some ways, she is truly blessed; fine clothes and rare jewels, good food, luxurious parties to attend. But, sometimes, she becomes depressed. The pressures of her life gets to her, and sometimes she doesn't know if she can handle it. Deep down, she almost wishes she weren't a princess. Things would be much simpler; she could go where she wanted, do what she wanted, be with who she wanted. But she won't ever complain; Clare simply burries these feelings deeper and deeper everytime they arise, reminding herself that that isn't the situation, and that she shouldn't htink like that. ❖ Fears // Clare is very afraid of the water, as she can't swim. She also has a fear of disappointment. ❖ Miscellaneous // Clare has always had an odd fasincation with butterlies and birds. It is perhaps a side effect of her own lack of freedom. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Reku1495 ⊱ --------
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 4:48 am
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  ❝ Do Not Jest Me, I Am No One's Play Thing ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Lucas Elefseus Grigori ❖ Nicknames // Luke, Prince Elefseus ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Age // Twenty two -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Likes // Thunder storms, being alone, sparring, reading in a quiet corner, horse riding ❖ Dislikes // People, crowds, formal parties, social events, arranged marriages ❖ Height // Six feet ❖ Weight // One hundred fifty eight pounds ❖ Country// A rather vicious (though long healed) slash wound on his back as a result of sneaking out to the front lines of the war while he was not yet ready for it, and a stab wound above his heart which goes through the shoulder to the back. It has yet to truly fully heal, as it is only a year old, and it still pains him from time to time, but other than that he's perfectly fine. His hands are actually quite beautiful, with long fingers befitting a musician, but his palms are callous and rough from years of handling weapons, and many smaller scars adorn his body. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // Lucas's mother had been different to that of the other princes', and in reality he was born as the younger of twins. His mother had been a woman of lower class who had managed to catch the king's eye for a short while, though it had been long enough for her to conceive his twins, Lucas and Moira. In terms of social status, she was the lowest of all the king's lovers. She was actually a war prize, a woman of the northern mainland from an area the king had taken over. And, as history dictates, the king was not the sappy kind of man who did anything for the women he took. For the first few years of their lives, Lucas and Moira lived in poverty with their mother, though they had more than enough and were happy. It was during those years that Lucas befriended two boys, Orion and Leo, who would become his best friends.
But the king decided to shatter his happy illusion when he appeared one day in Lucas's home and demanded that he bring Lucas and Moira with him to raise them as proper royal children. Their mother didn't want to let them go, and the king cut her down, imprisoning her in the dungeons, taking her children away. Moira, Lucas's younger sister, fell deeply ill because of the worry she felt for her mother and because she was unhappy with her new living conditions, even though she had everything a girl could ever want. Meanwhile, the king merely left the twins to the maids and servants, not even bothering with them at all. Lucas grew to resent the people of the island, deeming them all ruthless barbarians, and the people of the mainland, whom he thought to be spineless saps who couldn't even fight against the island's king. His mother died from lack of care in the dungeons, and his sister died of depression soon after. Lucas grew callous against everything around him, even his half-brothers and especially his father. He became obsessed with power, training so hard with the sword he received the evidence on his hands and body.
He became quite the swordsman at a young age, and without letting anyone know, he snuck in to join the army's front lines in a war. It was there he met Orion and Leo once more. The three of them were nothing like how they were as children, but there was still that strong bond of friendship between them. Lucas was cold and demanding, with an air of authority neither of his former friends could go against. Orion was less of the cheerful musician Lucas had known, and Leo looked so much more older after fighting so many wars, but they were still friends; they could still laugh with each other and smile with each other. But Lucas wasn't even allowed that small ray of happiness, as they lost sight of each other during an attack. The next thing Lucas knew, he had the long, diagonal wound on his back, oozing blood through his armor, and Orion and Leo were both dead. Since that incident, he closed off his heart to others to avoid the pain of being hurt once more and retreated into a cold, heartless shell.
It has been many years since then, and Lucas has grown to become a formidable enemy among all swordsmen. While his older half-brother, the first prince, is known for political and speaking skills, charming people with pretty, decorated words, and his younger half brothers are known for musical abilities, hunting prowess, and a sharp eye in the arts, Lucas has risen to become one of the most powerful generals of his father's army. Killing is the only skill he can pride himself in, because he has become so callous to emotions. Victory is his only goal in life, not because he wants to become someone in his father's eyes, but for his own personal vengeance against himself; the more he kills, the more he believes he is proving to himself that his strength is unmatched and that he doesn't need any emotions or feelings to continue to live. Though he has grown to love his half-brothers (somewhat, as he knows that it wasn't their choice to be born to such a man like the island king), and is closer to them than to any other person, there is still a politely cold barrier between him and them. He hates the fact that he must 'marry' as he believes women are all a waste of time and space. His mother had been too weak to survive, despite being a northerner of the central mainland, the area where one of the toughest people lived (though ironically, he respects the northerners for their ability to fight back and survive and be independent, as they have been his toughest opponents in many wars), and his sister had been no better, though he loved and still loves her deep within his heart. He doesn't yet know which girl he has to marry, though whoever she is he hopes she will not drag him down with ideas about emotions and feelings and family love, as he knows women will do, though deep within the recesses of his heart, there is a part of him that is desperately hoping for someone to truly see him and love him for the person he was and wishes to become again, even though his current darkness has tainted him so much he does not think he can be saved... ❖ Personality// Lucas's personality is one of cold ruthlessness, almost to the point of violence if he is annoyed enough. He's not the kind of person you could just walk up to and talk about the weather. Although he hadn't started off as an anti-social person. He used to be quite friendly with locals, until the loss of his mother, his twin sister, and his two closest friends. All the same, his cold exterior and professional attitude turn people away. Lucas is intelligent and respectful to those he deems worthy and he maintains an outwardly professional demeanor, but is loyal and friendly to a select few (which is his brothers, deceased sister, and deceased best friends), with a dry sense of humor. He is confident to the point of arrogance, but as the prince who retains the title of the best swordsman alive, it could easily be argued he has the right to be. Well-spoken and somewhat graceful, Lucas is universally calm, collected, and in control. He can be frustrated and caught off guard, but this rarely happens. Despite all this, there are very few people who realize the depth of his sorrow that has caused him to become callous and unattached; but those who do and understand that, he will forever cherish. ❖ Fears // Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched;; Atychiphobia- Fear of failure;;Philophobia-Fear of emotional attachment, fear of being in or falling in love. ❖ Miscellaneous // He has a favorite stallion named Stiyl. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Hunter Crawl ⊱ --------
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 5:10 pm
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  ❝ My Story Of Eternity Is Ending ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Ariadne Lavina Kyrinis ❖ Nicknames // Aria or Lavi ❖ Gender // Female ❖ Age // Seventeen -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Likes // singing (alone), playing piano (and other various instruments), stuffed animals, dark chocolate, winter, cake ❖ Dislikes // heat, audiences, white chocolate, fighting (verbally and physically), being confined, caramel ❖ Height // four feet eleven inches (to anyone who ever asks; she insists that she's five feet) ❖ Weight // one hundred pounds ❖ Markings// she has burn scars on her back -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // Ariadne's birthday was probably nothing but trouble and bad news. Shortly after bringing the young girl out into the world, Ariadne's mother - who by no stretch of the imagination was a physically strong woman - died while cuddling her first and last child. Doctors soon discovered shortly after that Ariadne wasn't a very healthy child. In fact; calling her not-so-very-healthy is an understatement. Ariadne was diagnosed with anemia and grew to be quite troubling for the royal family as she grew up. ( common symptoms that Ariadne encounters due to this illness are; chest pain, shortness of breath, dizziness or light-headedness, problems concentrating, and fatigue which occasionally leads to her getting sick with fever ) Thankfully, she herself was no troublemaker but as she grew up she was constantly going in and out of bed. Ariadne always felt rather upset with herself, especially when it came down to her older half-sister (related because they both had the Southern King as their father).
Unfortunately, the Southern King wasn't exactly... enthused at the idea of a sickly young daughter (especially when said girl was the result of a one night stand). So he made to get rid of her until the Central King stepped in, offering to adopt the babe as their own daughter and give her his last name (the Central King and his wife tried many failed times to have a child of their own).
There was one certain incident that nearly shocked the whole palace. When Ariadne was eight years old, she was playing in her chambers with her nanny, but then the servant went out to fetch the youngest princess something to drink. After a few minutes when the nanny left, the butler came along to knock at her door to tell her that the king and queen wanted to see her. Since no other servant was around, Ariadne felt the obligation to answer the door herself. But when she stood up, she stood up too quickly, and immediately became dizzy, promptly fainting on the spot. You might have thought it wasn't really a big palace-shocking deal; but it was since Ariadne; in her unconsciousness, had fallen into.... the fireplace. What happened after that, Ariadne was never completely informed of and it passed by as a complete blur to her. But suffice to say, not only did she have a collection of burn scars on her back, she was never left alone if the palace members could help it.
News of the arranged marriage reached Ariadne's ears, she had a very difficult time believing about it. In fact, she still doesn't think much about it, thinking that it's just another new adventure with new challenges to face. ❖ Personality// Lavi is a bubbly, hyperactive girl who just can't seem to sit still for prolonged periods of time. She's has a tendency to come off quite childish due to her ability to unabashedly ask questions and ability to squee at any cute thing/being that crosses her path. Lavi is quite clueless to nearly everything, and gets distracted very easily. The word "focus" is not exactly in her dictionary as one must always be calling her attention back to whatever she's should be doing. An example of her short attention span is being able to drool over a cake in a bakery window, only to find that not even five seconds later she just jaywalked across the street to see bunnies up for adoption.
Lavi is sweet, spirited and energetic and is always jumping at the chance for some fun, which sometimes clashes with the more stoic people. She often refers to gloomy or annoying people as "big meanies" (which can be a slight pun on her height). Her cheerful outlook often makes a stark contrast, however, when she is sad or upset. Despite her outwardly happy exterior, she carries many insecurities, particularly when it comes to her own future and the safety of her fellow friends. Not to mention the fact that she is clumsy to the point where it's probably not very funny. She can trip over anything and everything and has a tendency to crash into people more often then she would like. ❖ Fears // Ranidaphobia (fear of frogs) & Necrophobia (fear of dead things) & Pyrophobia (fear of fire) ❖ Miscellaneous // she sleeps with an old battered stuffed cat - but she's not going to tell that to anyone anytime soon. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ ll Yuna-Chan ll ⊱ --------
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:45 pm
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- ❝ Don't Judge My Story Till You Read My Book ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯❖ Name // Kishi Elinor Tsuki ❖ Nicknames // Kishi❖ Gender // Female❖ Age // Twenty one-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯❖ Likes // at Flowers, Cats, Herbs, Spinces, Minerals and being alone❖ Dislikes // being married, the thought of being married, Social Events, cities and liars❖ Height // Five foot, six ❖ Weight // a hundred and thirteen pounds❖ Markings// A skull, roses and vine of thorns on her wrist, a peacock on her back and a large tattoo of red and light pink roses on her upper left outer thigh. The vines wrap around her thigh though. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯❖ Biography // Kishi was brought up in the Northern Kingdom, where the earthy setting was, the minerals such as gems, stones, crystals and different plants. She was a nature lover, a tree huger if you must say. She was always with her mother, tending to the gardens and learning about different stones. Even as a child she was rough and independent. Rough from her Father, Reasonable from her Mother but Independence was herself. Kishi never liked social events, crowds or anything to do with people. She rather spend her days with minerals and plants, studying what different stones, crystals and gems mean and the poisons and toxins the plants carried. Her mother grew very ill and died from a cut that had gotten infected. So Kishi kept up with not only her garden but her mothers, as a nice memorial. When she got older, she became a vegetarian.
As she grew older, she actually fell in love with a new town boy. He was kind, caring, took her roughness and let Kishi be independent. He loved the minerals and plants just as much as she did. The Princess loved the boy so much, that she had hopes in one day that they will be married. When the relationship became deep, he had an affair with her and his true colors came to the surface. The boy was a trickster, to see if he can fool the Roughest princess in the land. Hurt, torn and scarred, Kishi hated people. The boy told her secrets, her dreams and anything she didn't want anyone else to know all over the town. Feeling too exposed to her kingdom, she mainly stayed in doors and only came outside, avoiding people. Even the people that still cared about her after her secrets were exposed.
Now, whenever Kishi hears the wicked word- Marriage, her stomach turns and instantly says no. She gave her heart to someone she thought the loved and trusted but turn that love and trust into hate and distrust. It's hard for her to trust someone, especially a guy. Kishi has a hard time trusting guys, expect her father.
During the war, Kishi frowned that he kingdom was suffering. When she heard that she was going to be wedded off to a Prince, she had multiple attempts to run away. But obviously, they all failed. She didn't want to be stuck to some heart breaking lowlife Prince, but she had to for the sake of her Kingdom. But, will this Prince help the scarred Princess and show her that the L word, isn't a bad word? It was going to be one hell of a challenge.❖ Personality// Kishi is a very rough, independent girl but she can also be reasonable and listen to the other half of the story. She's so distant and likes to be away from other people because she doesn't want to be emotionally attached to anyone. Kishi will give someone a slight chance but will have to earn her trust. Kishi considers everyone a liar, until they gain her trust. She likes to sing, away from everyone. So no one will hear her and get emotionally attached.❖ Fears // Claustrophobia- Fear of confined spaces, Equinophobia- Fear of horses, Enochlophobia- Fear of crowds, Gamophobia- Fear of marriage and Malaxophobia- Fear of love play❖ Miscellaneous // Loves roses; ironically, the symbol of love.-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Scarlet Executor ⊱ --------
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:57 am
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  ❝ I Tried To Fly With Broken Wings And Nothing Was There To Support My Fall ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Revis [Re-vi] Eco Triste ❖ Nicknames // Revis, Revi, Prince Eco ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Age // Twenty four -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Likes // Reading, intelligent people, a good debate, his family (all of them), sweets ❖ Dislikes // Fighting, war, bloodshed, innocent lives being taken, violence, bitter tasting things ❖ Height // Six feet two inches ❖ Weight // A hundred and sixty one pounds ❖ Markings// Revis has a long jagged scar across his mid-section; the unfortunate result of a negotiation with Lucas gone wrong. But that had been the first and last time Lucas ever hurt him. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // Revis's mother had been the first woman the island king had married/taken. Granted, she was was an inhabitant of the island and she would always rightfully be the first queen, but the king was notorious for taking 'war prizes' from the lands that he had conquered, and that was how Revis ended up with four other younger half brothers. Revis was an only child (through his blood mother), and he was always glad that he wasn't alone anymore. But his formerly kind, loving mother, Mana, became paranoid; afraid that the position of heir would be taken from him as he was no longer the only male child. Revis himself wasn't very worried; he never wanted it in the first place. He never liked his father, and he didn't want to rule over the land his father had, but his mother had different ideas.
The first brother he had was Lucas, and immediately, Mana got to work trying to get rid of him and Moira. She was the one who told Moira about how the girl's mother had been locked up in the dungeon, starving and sick without anyone to care for her, leading to Moira's depression. She was the one who tricked Lucas into thinking she was a kind person, and helped sneak him out to the army, where he met Orion and Leo and received the wounds on his back and above his heart. Revis found this out immediately and forbid his mother from harming the twins anymore. It was too late for Moira, and she died, and Lucas became cold towards the world. Mana's paranoia would grow, and she would die before she got to see Revis's other half siblings, thankfully.
But Revis's life would never be the same. Though he was free of his mother's psychotic control, he would fall into the grasp of his equally disturbing father. Revis was forced to study politics and attend social events and parties. The king believed Revis to be easy to control, as he had listened to his mother's every word; but he hadn't known that Revis would actually be secretly rebellious. He was able to lure the king into a false sense of security, while in secret Revis plotted for all the political power to fall to him, all the support to fall to him, so that he could get rid of the tyrannical king without a problem in the far future. He never supported the war, and so when the mainland kings offered their daughters in return for peace, it had been Revis's godsend. It had been he who received the message from the mainland kings about the arranged marriage, and persuaded the king into accepting it. He knew that there was no way that his father could refrain from invading more lands; it was the perfect setup, the perfect excuse to get rid of the man. The best thing about it was, no one would expect the obedient, kind prince charming to rebel against his father. Revis had now secured the connections he needed to overthrow his father...He just has to wait for the right moment. ❖ Personality// Revis is rather sarcastic and find things to be fun in most ways, although he does show that he can be serious if needed. He has the strangest way of showing his humor. He always seems to have a reason to smile depsite facing his own potential death and losing people who he cares for. He is also usually very curious about new things, and often his curiosity gets the better of him and he ends up in compromising situations. He can be easily jealous when it comes to the ones he has his eye on, even though they themselves might not know it, as he is very secretive when it comes to his admiration and romantic feelings. Though awkward when trying to express his feelings, Revis can be very committed to someone for a very long period of time. He cares for everyone close to him, but deep inside he is instinctively a survivor. He can use anyone and everyone to get what he wants and isn't ashamed to do so, though in recent years he has grown a bit of a conscious. Even so, Revis is prepared to sacrifice anything for the greater good; even his own life. ❖ Fears // Aichmophobia- Fear of needles or pointed objects;; Clithrophobia or Cleithrophobia- Fear of being enclosed;; Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- Fear of being locked in an enclosed place ❖ Miscellaneous // Revis has perfect memorization; he can't forget anything he's read or seen, even the smallest detail, even if he wants to. It's kind of a pain, but he's gotten used to it over the course of his life, and it's been very helpful during debates and in politics. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Hunter Crawl ⊱ --------
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:15 am
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- ❝ Say That Again And I'll Show You Just What My Blade Can Do !! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯❖ Name // Cervantes Asta Serelagi ❖ Nicknames // Vanny, Sere; mostly Sere❖ Gender // Male❖ Age // Nineteen -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯❖ Likes // He loves animal, especially horse as he spends most of his time in the stables, even going so far as to sleeping in the stable with them if given the chance as he prefers spending time outdoor more than staying cooped up in the castle. He also favors hunting though only doing so for the necessity of food and not for the sport of it as many others tend to do. He will never kill an animal, not unless it was for food or that the situation calls for it anyway. Alone time are a plus and sleeping in are even better. Sere also takes pleasure in weapons training and sparing with the pages and squires. Its a great stress reliever, especially when he is feeling angry or troubled which happens pretty often. He enjoys cool weather and watching the rain.❖ Dislikes // Sere hates studying and is usually the brother who spends most of him time dodging the tutor their father sends them. Being a rule breaker, Sere hates restriction and being told what he can and cannot do. He despise social gatherings and royal events as well as he hates having to dress up in formal wears. Growing up, Sere always believed that actions spoke louder than words and he really hates people who would rather complain instead of getting things done. As loyalty and honesty are things he looks for in a person, especially those he can consider as his comrades and close friends, he does not take well to betrayal and hating anyone who will resort to doing such.❖ Height // five feet and eleven inches❖ Weight // one hundred and fifty-five pounds❖ Markings // He has no known tattoos but he does have his shares of scars. Along the back of his left leg sprouts a scar he obtain from his younger preteen year during a riding accident. Even to this moment, he walks with a pretty noticeable gait because of it. There are also a few battle scars here and there that he has gotten during his brief time in one of his father's many wars. His most recent scar is gotten from a hunting accident one month ago when he was shot in the back with an arrow. Apparently, one of the trainee squires he brought along with him was a very bad marksman.-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯❖ Biography // Cervantes Asta Serelagi was born to the daughter of a viscount who was the lord of a small country somewhere in the far north of The Islands. The people of that land were all country bred, all known for their rough speech yet gentle hearts. It was an inconspicuous little place that no one barely gave any notice to, not until the mighty king himself set foot upon its soil. The king had only been passing through, but when he set eyes upon the Lady Annabell, Sere's mother, the King had other plans in mind as he found himself captivated by his mother's fierce and fiery nature. Being country bred and all, Annabell was born and raise to be a independent woman. She was wild and untamed and the King found that to be a welcomed challenge, wishing to tame her and make her his. Eventually, after much chasing, the King did, for despite his mother's wild ways, her heart was innocent, knowing not of true love nor of the ways of the world outside her small country and she fell easily into his manipulative hands. His mother loved him truly however and it wasn't long before she was swept away to his castle and wed.
For the first few years of her time spent with the king within his castle, Annabell was actually quite content. She got along well enough with her three step-sons and unlike the King's previous three wives, which he showed much indifference too, the Island King remained somewhat attached, or rather, smitten, with Annabell and would always shower her with his good grace, a side to him that he rarely showed the others. Even following Sere's birth just one year later and his father having taken another wife again at that time, he still seemed to always make room for her. She was loyal, faithful, and never questioned his ways and just maybe- his father was thankful for that, especially for the fact that she did not turn out like his first queen, Mana. Of course, his mother did know that what the King did sometime was wrong. But deep in her still innocent heart, she could not forget the man who had long ago swept her off her feet and she loves him still despite it all. There was a mutual respect between them and it shows even now whenever the Island King would pay her a visit during his troubled times. It was not often, but it was enough for his mother as it showed that some part of her remained in his heart still.
Now, Sere's childhood was as great as it could ever be, aside from the princely things he had to do like boring book studies, learning proper etiquette, and strict weapon/combat training (the latter probably being the only thing he actually enjoyed). The only part of the day Sere looked forward to and took pleasure in was when he could spend time with his mother who had, by this time, chosen to live outside of the castle in a mansion the Island King had them built for her. It was located on a plot of land that was merely a days rides away on horseback. His mother was beginning to feel suffocated with her life within the palace and being the country woman she was, she long to return to her former life. Of course, knowing that returning to her country was not an option, she took the next best thing offered to her though with the exception that Sere remain within the Palace so that he could be raised as the Prince he was. Any objection he had was harshly snubbed away and he hated his father for it. No matter how hard he begged to see his mother, his father would always deny him and instead force him into his studies and training. This only caused the young prince to become even more bitter toward his father and maybe, that was exactly what the man wanted as his father seem to find much joy in his misfortune.
Despite the trouble his father tossed him, Sere was actually a very quick learner, taking well to almost any weapons and garnering praises from their weapon-master. He could almost best his second oldest brother. Almost being the key word. Sere practically spent the majority of his childhood with a weapon in one hand and the other, on a reigns of a horse. It was as if he was born to ride as the horses loved him and were always at their best under his care. Aside from not being able to see his mother, Sere was well enough content with his current fate. Fate was cruel however when Sere befell a terrible horse riding accident one unfortunate day. That day, Sere had been trying to sneak the horse out and pay his mother a visit. Expecting it all to go smooth, the young gilding he rode had suddenly gone wild instead, knocking the young twelve year old Sere off its back, the frighten animal then proceeding to trample the young prince and leaving him with a crush leg before the horse was shot down. His leg took many months to heal, the healer going so far as to say that he might never be able to ride, even stand for that matter, ever again. Etched into his mind, he could remember his father's look of disappointment then and his harsh words he spoke.
'Useless,' his father had said to him. 'A disable son is of no use to me!' It was quite a blow to hear such words from your own father. Then again, such was to be expected from a man such as he but that knowledge alone did not lessen the hurt he felt. Unable to accept those words and his fate, Sere pushed himself hard into rehabilitating his leg, wanting to prove to his father that he was not useless. Though Sere hated the man, he wanted to make his father proud of him, acknowledge him somehow or another. It was pride thing, something many would not understand unless in his position. It was a long and tiring year before he was finally able to walk somewhat normally again and a few months later, before he was then able to ride once more. Even to this moment, Sere is still seeking his father's approval. The fact that his father allows him monthly visits to his mother might just be a sign of acceptance but maybe Sere's just putting to much hope into it. He would have pondered more on that thought if not for all the recent happenings going on in The Islands. Kept busy enough with the news of the arriving Princesses and arrange marriages, Sere was definitely not looking forward to it but apparently, his mother think it would be a good idea however if he 'got hitched'. ❖ Personality // Sere is pretty temperamental. Easy to lash out, hard to reign in. He's that guy who wears all his emotions on his sleeves, out in the open and for all to see. He's reckless and hardheaded and will most likely lash out at people when feeling bothered or trouble with something. He is quick to jumping to conclusion and tends to never listen to what other people say and would end up saying things that he doesn't mean; Well, never expect him to never take back his words though. He's stubborn as ******** and hate admitting defeat. A man full of pride you could say. Though there are surprising moments when you can find Sere deep in thought and actually looking (and being) civil for once and not be like the a*****e he is. He'll have this look in his eyes that you just can't read. Those are the moments where you should actually be most very wary of. He's the most dangerous at such times. That's when training kicks in and he's a hair-triggered fool, ready to lash out at anyone or thing that poses a threat to him or those close to him. Probably the only time when you can get him to calm down or talk to him is when he is in the stables and brushing down the horses as it one of the thing he takes great pleasure in. It's a habit he picked up from his mother. Anyway- other than that though, he's got a pretty level head on his shoulder, something easily noted when he is out hunting. He is calm, collective and can prove to be a decent enough strategist when he takes the time to use his brain for once. Despite his obvious fault, you just can't help but come to like him... eventually. ❖ Fears // Though an animal lover, Sere has a fear of cats. Yes, you read it right. Cats. He hates them with a passion and will do all he can to just avoid coming into contact with one. Why? It is a mystery but it might have something to do with him being allergic to them or that he was practically mauled by one when he was a kid. He also has quite the fear for the supernatural. Despite his rough exterior, Sere is superstitious and simpleminded enough to be easily fool by ghost stories and the likes. ❖ Miscellaneous // Sere is usually always seen with his hunting partner, Aoife, a hawk he raised since birth. He has a favorite mare name Ashke. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Typical Kei ⊱ --------
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:32 am
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- ❝ Just Cause I'm Smart That Doesn't Mean I Can't Get A Girl ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯❖ Name // Sylver Kaz Griffon ❖ Nicknames // Kaz, Griff, The Eagle of the Isle, and the Street King (Formerly)❖ Gender // Male❖ Age // Nineteen-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯❖ Likes // Women, Playing Instruments, My Family, My Pet Eagle, New instruments❖ Dislikes // An Unkempt instrument, The idea for the marriage only the marriage, Being doubted because of my status in the family alone, Broken instruments, and Being forced to stay inside❖ Height // Six Foot One ❖ Weight // One Hundred and Ninety ❖ Markings// When he went out to see to the war personally along side his brothers Sylver volunteered for a suicide mission. To put it shortly the mission went off successfully buying time for his brothers but ended up getting burns from an explosion. It was because of this event that he got his nickname the Eagle of the Isle for not only his affinity to work alone but also for his ability to make a rather showy entrance and exit. Also he has notches on the back of his right arm from the time he was in jail in the Central Country.-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯❖ Biography // Being born in the middle of it all Sylver is technically the smartest of the five as does the stereotype with the middle child come. But that's not all, he's also the ladies man of the group always with seen an entourage of women behind him when he's outside. But it would be strange to start a story of this one from the end rather it would be best to start from the beginning. While obedience comes with the middle status but this has never been followed by Sylver. As a child he used to get into a lot of trouble doing things like sneaking out of the palace and such but most of the time he was never caught.
During his time Sylver would do a many number of things like play pranks on unsuspecting people, steal loose objects off of people, and normal trickster games with the other children of the street. While he was playing the role of the "Street King" it was during that this time he became a natural burglar, climber, runner, thief, a proficiency with knives and short swords, and intuition. All of these skills added to his already deadly arsenal of tricks up his sleeve. How ever everything was not perfect. When he was 16 and officially the leader of the group of thieves he and his group were commissioned to make a heist in the Central Country. While Sylver himself did not need the money he figured that it would be a good way to help his comrades get back on their feet. So with eagerness he took the job.
On the night of the heist how ever everything was going according to plan but then as it turned out the past came back to bite Sylver in the a**. The person who had commissioned him turned out to be someone Sylver had stolen something from a while back and they wanted payback. With out so much as a fight though they were taken prisoner and stayed there for about a month. After the month passed they broke out by starting a riot and then moving through the sewers while all the commotion was going on. After said incident the group officially disbanded and went separate ways. Sylver went back of course not so much different really but after that experience Sylver couldn't help but feel guilty about it all. How ever it wasn't long after his arrival back home that the war had started between the Island Nation and the World and soon he would have to set out once more. It seemed that fate wanted to tempt him once more for he had been sent back to the Central Country where he left most of it intact aside from the prison. After his quick return Sylver finds himself in a bond with a girl he doesn't even know by decree of his father. Sylver of course doesn't want to have his more free life end like this but he'd much rather see this alternative as opposed to a sea of blood. ❖ Personality// Sylver is very much a flirt. Rain, shine, hail, or tornado Sylver will do what flirt with a girl any time of day in any kind of condition. Being the middle child has it advantages as well. Not only is naturally smart but through his intuition comes comes a certain cunning about him but that doesn't stop him from still having a good amount of fun. While these traits have given Sylver a notable reputation good or bad, most of "fun" so to speak. While the sun may shine on one side of Sylver there's always a dark side to the coin Sylver can be a very drastic man to put it shortly, willing to put anything on the line to make sure something happens a specific way for he knows what failure shall always end in. He also has a very hard time trusting just about anybody that he doesn't know making him some what paranoid around other people at times even if they are women.❖ Fears // Sylver has a fear of being locked up in a cell or small room alone for he knows what that is like and even though it may have only been a month what he saw there still haunts him. He also has a fear of betrayal for he knows what it's like to be stabbed in the back in both ways. ❖ Miscellaneous // His cherished companion is an Eagle he has named Animus. Sylver also has a strange disliking for staying inside for long periods at a time which has caused him to do strange things like his sleeping accommodations for example one time he almost fell off the roof of a tower he had been sleeping on.-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ iSnakeeyes ⊱ --------
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:07 pm
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  ❝ Love and Loyalty Go Hand in Hand ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯ ❖ Name // Neres Allen Merens ❖ Nicknames // Neres is fine... ❖ Gender // Male ❖ Age // Eighteen -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯ ❖ Likes // Standing out in the rain without rain gear, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, pulling disappearing acts on the servants, hiding out in the garden, watching people from afar, and various other creepy things around the castle. If you happen to be at the castle one of these days and see a dark shadow pass by the hallway.... it is most likely Neres. He likes the color red, archery, throwing knives, and pulling pranks on people. Sweets are his best friend, as with outdoor trips, long strands of ribbons, and new throwing knives (he's always losing his for... obvious reasons). ❖ Dislikes // Swords, spears, huge knives of any kind (he's alright with smaller ones), excessive blood, rude people, and people who call him short. ❖ Height // Five feet five inches. ❖ Weight // One hundred and thirty pounds.❖ Markings// Neres has a birthmark in the shape of a long, winding snake on his upper torso and back. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯ ❖ Biography // For the most part, Neres has had a typical childhood for a prince, with some slight... changes. As it seems to be the case, all of his brothers came from different mothers or something, and Neres was pretty much the same way (evidently, the king had his share of flirting). His mother was one of the lucky ones, and had died in childbirth after giving birth to Neres. Neres, then, had no choice but to be raised up by his father in much the same way as the rest of his brothers. But thankfully, Neres was the youngest, and that meant that... he had a few perks, too, such as the fact that the servants were much too occupied with his older brothers to care too much for him, and so Neres grew up in a way that was a lot less strict and a lot more free than his brothers. That wasn't to say that Neres didn't have his share of the boring tutoring lessons, swordsmanship training courses (he skipped out on most of these by creeping out his teacher), and etiquette classes. And since Neres has a habit of hiding out in the garden and all sorts of places to avoid the lessons, which means that servants and instructors have spent a large amount of time chasing him down. All that time was wasted chasing him down, which explains why Neres might be a little uninformed and stupid at times, but he honestly doesn't care much for his intelligence level when his goal in life is to just have a good time, and find someone who won't mind his stalking tendencies. ❖ Personality// Most of the time, Neres is a pretty nice person. Okay, ignore his sarcasm and his pranks, and he's practically an angel. That is, until you get to really know him. That's when all the trouble starts. Neres can't help but get a little too attached to the people he likes; and if he's taking the person seriously, then he won't stop at trying to get them in any way possible. Stalking? Not a problem. Extreme stalking? That can get a little too creepy for most people, which would explain why the youngest prince here can't seem to grab a girlfriend and keep her to save his life. And it's not that he wants to scare them away, either; it's just that he wants to spend every moment of every day in his love's company. Too bad he can't understand the notion of personal space, though. Perhaps love is a little too mature for him, or maybe it's just that Neres is too immature for love. Neres has always been a jumpy sort of child. It seems like he gets sugar-high all day without the sugar (which gives you an idea of how things can get if he did get the glucose boost), and tends to be annoying because of this, too. You really have to wonder how he goes on like that all day, and then... when you meet up with him on one of his bad days, then you'll understand why. High days? Low days. Neres is the same way. There are a few days when he's just not feeling up to himself (especially after getting rejected by a girl or getting punished for some "harmless" practical joke) and will keep moping around until someone cheers him up with some of the things he likes. He spends quite a lot of time painting when he's not pulling pranks, so it won't be too surprising if he see him walking around with paint on his face, hands, or hair. Neres is also rather spoiled, being the youngest kid and all... and he is the type to resort to dirty methods to get what he wants. ❖ Fears // Neres is horribly afraid of being neglected and needs to have someone paying attention to him 24/7 or he swears he'll die of solitude (kinda hard to do when you're a spoiled prince, again). Neres is also afraid that people will betray or abandon him. ❖ Miscellaneous // Neres gets along well with animals, so don't be surprised if you find wriggling rabbits or birds moving around in his clothes after he's been in the gardens.... -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Pudding Earl ⊱ --------
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:18 pm
-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- ❝ Don't Be Humble; You Aren't That Great ! ❞ whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Basic Details . . . ↯❖ Name // Corinth Auburry Nereiminn❖ Nicknames // Cori❖ Gender // Female❖ Age // Eighteen-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Little Details . . . ↯❖ Likes // books, quiet places, small animals, heights, knowledge, long walks outside, tea, puzzles, flowers❖ Dislikes // loud noises, ignorant or stupid people, being wrong, being told what to do, excessive wealth, fairy tales, mornings❖ Height // Five feet, five inches❖ Weight // One hundred and eleven pounds❖ Markings// None that she knows of, though her fingers are generally sporting a paper cut or two.-------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ -------- whyareyouhighlightingthisthe Finer Details . . . ↯❖ Biography // Born to the loving king and queen of the Western Nation, Corinth has always been loved and appreciated. However, that feeling was not always mutual. From an early age she had more than a healthy curiousity. But whenever she had questions, the simple-minded people of the West like her father and mother would only ask her another question in return: "Now why would that matter to you?" They were certain that if Cori needed to know something, she would figure it out. Not many people of the West were brainiacs, and that was something they enjoyed. They simply accepted things for what they were, and rarely questioned them. Cori was quite different.
She grew a little resentful of her parents, and as soon as she was able to wander the castle without a hoard of servants behind her, she would lock herself up in the library for hours. She devoured every book she could, and when there were no more left, she'd sneak out and across the border to the Central Nation (the castle was located only a few miles from the border, anyways) and get new ones. Her parents were always busy with running the kingdom, and never would suspect their daughter of taking such trips.
They took the war hard. For such peace-loving people, the thought of fighting was appalling. It didn't take very long for them to be overrun. Even Corinth, who wasn't even fond of her own country, wept and mourned the defeat. After they'd been taken over, her father lost his conviction to be king. Cori stepped in when she could, and fought to have her voice heard in a time of need. Eventually, people began to take her seriously. But not seriously enough to consult her or even tell her about her father's peace meeting with the other kings. When she heard about what would be happening, she was furious. How dare they just give her away like that!? Cori refused to speak with anyone for days. The only thing keeping her from killing herself between the time she heard the news and left was the hope that maybe she'd actually be taken seriously and be able to have some intelligent conversation on the Island Nation. ❖ Personality// Those who don't know Cori would claim she has no personality. She seems consistently indifferent about everything, always walking around with such a neutral, 'nobody's home' sort of look on her face. She only speaks when spoken to, and even then it is clear she won't be holding any full blown conversations with anyone. She is almost cold towards others, brushing them off in favor of her personal library, where she spends most of her time. It is no secret, however, that Cori is perhaps one of the smartest people in her country. Though she'd argue this wasn't something that was hard to acheive, her knowledge is still quite extensive, and spans a mulitude of subjects. She knows a little about everything, and she isn't afraid to share that knowledge with you, generally tagged on to the back-side of her opinion. Being as smart as she is, Cori is quite opinionated on a lot of different topics, and has no problem sharing her thoughts with others, especially when she's in a foul mood. Generally one smart remark is enough to get people to leave her alone, but should they stay and argue with her, Cori's most outstanding feature appears- for all her cold quiet and logic, Cori cannot stand being doubted, wrong, or argued with, and her temper will flare up extraordinarily if such a thing were to occur. She can yell and scream and she becomes down right passionate. Knowledge is the only thing she cares about, and she'll defend her own to her last breath. But, to those who have stuck with Cori even after one of her explosions, they can slowly see the softy underneath. Cori really has a kind heart, it's just burried under all that stubborness and logic. She'd never abandon a friend (she knows she can't afford to; she has so few), and is actually always looking out for loved ones. ❖ Fears // After being nearly trampled by a horse when she was eight, Cori has since had a paralyzing fear of them. She can't even get close to them without having a panic attack. She's also not very fond of fire. ❖ Miscellaneous // Cori was very adament about bringing her cat, Mia, with her. She wanted at least one friendly face in this new country. -------- ⊰ ✿ ⊱ --------  xxx  xxx  -------- ⊰ Reku1495 ⊱ --------
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