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Cherubs, Fairies, Soul Keepers, Angels; They've been deemed them all. Even considered evil in some beliefs. Alas, the truth has remained hidden from humanity. Until now...
Not a creature of god, or a mystical being of earth, Angels are truly known as an entirely different species. Fallon; angel-like creatures taking residence in an entire different realm and time. Our beliefs have tricked us..
Fallon are known to be the image we have drawn them to be. Humanoid beings possessing large wings. Unlike what we've learned, their wings are a large source of their power and presence. There are many things to these beings we have been mislead about. Residing in the realm of Nisroc, a land of different time, Fallon are creatures of intellectual strength. They reside in civilizations they have built, golden and marble castles. Ruling the realm, is the king; Muriel. Beneath him, is the royal adviser and the royal family, the princes and princesses of Nisroc. The ranks or classes differ little from humans, and with each class, comes a different wing color..
1. King/Queen; Rulers of Nisroc. Celestial wings.
2. Royal Advisor; Runs the chores of the castle and the staff. Takes orders from the king, and keeps the royal family out of trouble. Glass wings.
3. Royal Family; Princes&Princesses of Nisroc. Pure white wings.
4. Royal Guardians; Archangels of sorts. Protect the castle and run the armies. Golden wings.
5. Guards/Militia; Warriors of Nisroc. Brown wings.
6. Victorians; Upper class angels. Often found in the castle during the day and are usually friends with the royal family. Silver wings.
7. Middle Class; Shopkeepers, workers, normal Fallon. Different wing colors. Limited to; Blue, purple, pink, Green.
8. Lower class; Castle staff, servants, the poor. Rather unattractive wings, usually dark brown.
9. The Whispers; Vile, malice-filled beings. Some believe they aren't even Fallon. Normally hide in the darkest depths of Nisroc's land. Some dwell beneath in the sewers. Evil&dangerous predators. Bat wings.
10. The Fallen; Rebellious Fallon. Betrayers and back stabbers. Most are notorious villains and murderers. Wings are black.
11. Outsiders; Fallon left out by others due to their mutation; Mixed colored wings. Most Fallon have an array of different hues of ONE color in their wings. Such as, Guardians have light golds mixed with dark golds. But, on a rare occasion, a Fallon will be born with two completely opposite colors in their wings, sometimes more. They are hated by most due to their mutation. It is not due to parents, as a guardian can mate with a middle class, and the child will be born with the higher classes color. It's a random mutation, only 4 cases have been recorded, but there may be more.
Nisroc consists of large, open lands with rivers, mountains, canyons, valleys, snow, grasslands, deserts, etc. The creatures within Nisroc's lands are mythical of course. Griffins, water serpents, etc. But, are not limited to them. It also is home to regular animals such as deer and horses. Nisroc has a rather large, center village known as Soaringstone. The village is large, cobbled, and old fashioned with shops and stables. Towering over the village, is Castle Nisroc, home to the Royal Family. It's golden depths and marbled details glimmer beneath the sun.
The Realm is hard to access from other times in space, but simple to leave. No one dares leave, however, for it is forbidden unless the king says otherwise. There are the occasional banishments, done to those worthy. To access Nisroc, you must beg the gate keeper, Lurien, to allow access, though he is ordered to keep all out unless the king says otherwise.
Fallon's most prized possession is their wings, which are different than believed. The wings are visible constantly on Nisroc, but in other realms, only appear when in use, a power is being used, or when chosen to be shown. Other than that, they are invisible. They hold much power, which is why Outsiders are so fiercely degraded.
But alas, even godly kingdoms have faults. A traitor hides within the kingdom, spilling secrets to the Fallen and to the whispers. A rebellion is rising, and even some citizens have been convinced to join against the king under an unknown leader. Whispers have grown more.fierce, and though the fallen take residence on earth, or on another realm, most fear the unknown leaders powers, and rumors of a spell being found can return the fallen to Nisroc, leading to the entire kingdoms downfall.
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Characters
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Nathaniel
Prince of Nosric
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Samuel
Prince of Nosric
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Zherne/Fox "Silvertongue" Farlou
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Nathaniel; Prince of Nosric
"I will see this kingdom destroyed, before having it in the likes of your hands."
Age; 21
Gender; Male
Rank; Royal Family
Description; Tall, lean and toned, large cheek bones and slicked back ebony hair. Crystal eyes.
Personality; Reclusive and solitary, Nathaniel prefers books to socialization. He is a bit snappy, and quite the fighter, though he is intellectually advanced.
History; Nathaniel never was liked by the kingdom. His wings often struck fear in others. Growing up alongside Samuel, the two are brothers though Nathaniel is the younger one. The two were often in trouble for playing rough or arguing though they were inseparable. As they grew, competition for power swelled within one of them, and Nathaniel found his life growing merrier. The throne was promised to him, he married a beautiful fallon by the name of Azmay, all loved him, his brother and him were close. Then, one day, it all fell apart. Muriel chose age over prep, and Samuel was promised the throne. Samuel and Nathaniel's relationship faltered as they spent more time apart. Nathaniel grew more annoyed and short tempered as he was thrown into never ending work to protect the kingdom, Azmay failed to bare children, and during a late night argument between the two, Nathaniel struck Azmay. Thus, beginning his downfall. The two divorced, and Nathaniel found his hatred for others growing worse. He looked at Samuel with disgust, and the kingdom soon grew to fear him, or atleast remain wary.
Relations; Samuel-Brother Muriel-Father Luria-Mother/deceased
Habits; Reading, rolling eyes
Power; Fire, can create small flames and tends to grow heated when angry
Other; He is an outsider. His wings consist of white, silver, and black. The ebony layer caused most to hate him due to it being the Fallen's color, though his royal blood kept him higher ranked.
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Samuel; Prince of Nosric
"Sacrifice is what I will make, but we're blood and we will prevail."
Age; 22
Gender; Male
Rank; Royal Family
Description; Tall, Built, masculine. Stubble with similar hair to Nathaniel
Personality; Humble and humorous, Samuel finds pleasure in kindness. He is loved by most, but is judged by his past. A large portion of the kingdom deems him unworthy of the throne
History; Growing up, Samuel stood by Nathaniel, always sticking up for him when his wings became an issue. Samuel was born with pure whie wings, but never judged his brother. As they aged, Nathaniel was promised the throne due to his readiness, and due to Samuels mistake. An accident led to whispers entering the castle and killing many staff. Samuel was accused, and though an accident was on trial. He was found not guilty, and soon after was promised the throne due to his older age. Him and Nathaniel soon grew apart, though he does care for his brother.
Relations; Nathaniel-Brother Muriel-Father Luria-Mother/deceased
Habits; Hugs to hard, tends to be cocky
Power; Brute strength. He was born far stronger than most
Other; N/A
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Zherne/Fox "Silvertongue" Farlou
"You don't have to touch to hurt somebody."
Name
Zherne/Fox "Silvertongue" Farlou
Age
20
Gender
Female
Rank
Outsider
Description
Zherne has a pretty, slender face with slightly messy silver hair that ends near her chest. She's rather tall and has a pair of piercing amber eyes. Her complexion is darker than most and she's rather thin, almost close to a starved look. Usually wears grey clothes and always has a black cloak around her shoulders wherever she goes, and has a plain silver ring on her index finger. On her face and arms are strange, white markings, carefully drawn in lines and spirals. Her voice is as smooth as wine and holds a menacing tone.
Her wings are black/grey mixed with a dark sea green.
Personality
She's depicted as a cold-hearted and cruel being, with no thought for others. Some call her a physopath as she tends to threaten and hurt those who 'get in her way' without hesitation, going so far as to break their arm if they just tell her to stop. She's usually silent and hardly ever talks unless she has the need to. Though she's mostly calm even in the weirdest situations, when she loses her temper she's horribly violent. Her words are usually sarcastic and sometimes make no sense at all.
Despite this, she still has that small, hidden bit of the kind and adventurous child in her.
History
Being born with a strange color on her wings, she her past wasn't all rainbows and happiness. When her parents (Not a very kindly couple) found out that their child had the wings of an outsider, they abandoned her in a lonely street and left. The baby was however found by a you g boy who was merely 5 Years Old and was brought back to his apprentice, a compassion old woman.
She grew up with the two of them until the woman died from old age. She became close to the boy and the two children grew. They helped each other whenever one was in trouble. However, as she was an outsider, she was faced with many bullying and insults hurled her way. Like any kid, she was at first a doormat, allowing herself to be pushed around and more than often relied on her best and only friend. The boy suddenly disappeared one day - she woke up to find nobody in the tiny house they lived in - and Zherne broke, crying and mourning for her friend whom she thought dead. After a few weeks, she toughened and became as she is now, cold and cruel, fighting back against her bullies until she almost killed a few of them. It did fend them off, but not the way she wanted when she was an innocent child - to be ignored and not bothered with. This time, they were horrified and afraid of her, and gossips spread of her being the 'Devil.'
As she grew she ran out of food and resorted to stealing and living in a rundown house at a dark part of Nisroc. Eventually she stayed there, growing secluded from everybody else.
Relations
Family
?Aglea [Mother, Status unknown]
?Farlou [Father, Status Unknown]
?Siblings unknown
Close friends
???? [Status unknown, believed to be dead.]
Spouse
None
Habits
?Tends to shake her hands a lot while waiting.
?Likes to trace the white markings on her arms and face.
?Has a strange fascination about any bird-related creature and likes to stare at them.
Power
She wields the power of Ice.
Other
?Though her name is Zherne, many know her by the nickname "Fox".
?The weird markings on her face was something she had when she was a child, from a game she and her friend used to play a lot.
?She's called a Silvertongue as she tends to twist words to her favor.
?Doesn't like to talk about her wings. (Or any wings, for that matter.)
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Nathaniel; Prince of Nosric
Status; Slightly Intoxicated. Highly annoyed.
The raging voice of the crowd and the bright sunlight heating the balcony blinded Nathaniel's crystalline gaze for a mere moment before a hasty scene of vicious blinks adjusted his buzzed eye sight. He finally stepped out onto the balcony, his father and brother already standing in position. A hand instinctively raised up to shield his eyes from the sun, as he stepped aside to stand beside Samuel, who raised a curious brow at his brother. Muriel gazed Nathaniel's way for a moment,,before brushing off his son's disrespectful entrance and gazing down at the large crowd below. All residents of Nisroc's kingdom were called for the meeting, making all the painful faces even worse for Nathaniel's drunken state. To save his face, he focused his gaze on his father's boots. Muriel shifted his arms, before beginning his speech. "Citizens of Nisroc, friends, brothers, sisters; We have all been aware of the recent rumors. A rebellion is building up, and even rumors of a traitor being amongst the castle residents."
"Seems you've forgotten your duties as a Prince, brother."
Samuel's urgent whisper pulled Nathaniel from his drunken stare. "You're one to scold, brother." He replied, hissing the last word, "Besides, who's to say I wasn't catching up on my reading and became a tad drowsy." Samuel scoffed half-heartedly. "I don't believe books can leave crimson lipstick marks on your neck." Nathaniel raised a brow, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe the red.makeup from his neck in surprise. "What can I say, you have your kingly duties, I have my wine and women."
"We have never been more protected, more safe. As king, I assure you we are in no danger."
Samuel's smile parted his lips, "I've never met someone so capable of being a perverted, sexually powered drunk, and be so classy and sophisticated as you."
"And to update our kingdom on the current status of our situation, is your Prince, and my son; Nathaniel."
Nathaniel sent his brother a mischievous smirk, "There are simply no others like me." Muriel stepped aside, allowing Nathaniel to approach the edge of the balcony.
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Samuel; Prince of Nosric
Status; Healthy and conscious
Nathaniel's twisted smirk pulled a a wave or worry through Samuel. Nathaniel was classy, high strung, and highly short tempered. His mischievous glimmer within his gaze was never a good thing. His brother's large, multi-colored wings shifted behind him as he gazed down at the crowd. It was odd seeing him like that. The entire family possessed ivory, flawless wings, except for Nathaniel. It would have been much simpler if he hand white and grey wings, perhaps even white and brown. Sadly, his brother was born with the fallen's color. He was hated for it, and this was obvious as the crowd gazed up at him with faces of worry and fear.
"Citizens of Nisroc, I'm sure you are all worried with these rumors mucking around. We have guards raised at every post, and-"
A sudden citizen spoke up, "Prince Samuel should be the one to speak. He is our future king." Another voice mocked the first, and soon half the crowd cheered for my appearance. Nathaniel's hands gripped the ebony bars of the railing, his jaw locking in anger. I understood, not only was the crowd refusing to hear him, Muriel turned the cold shoulder, despite Nathaniel's desperate gaze. "Nathaniel." I whispered urgently, the smell of burning metal filled the air as his hands soon were veiled in a red haze, the ebony bar melting against his hands. With each cheer, he grew far more fearsome looking, his eyes growing colder until finally..
"Enough!"
Nathaniel's hands completely devoured the metal railing, it's remnants spilling to the ground, liquefied. As his voice rang out over the crowd, his wings sprung out, taking up the rest of the balcony in a mix of ivory, silver, and ebony feathers. The crowd fell silent, their eyes locked onto the ebony part of his wings as he bared his teeth in angst. This was odd, Nathaniel never revealed his wings spread out to anyone. Not even Azmay saw them fully. "I am your prince." he hissed, "And I will have your respect. One way, or another."
"Nathaniel!" Muriel scolded, stepping towards his son, only to be frozen by a sharp gaze tossed by Nathaniel. Slowly, he retracted his wings, shifting them, and without another word, he turned, shoving his way past me and back into the castle.
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Zherne/Fox "Silvertongue" Farlou
StatsA small sigh escaped the Outsider's lips as she looked down upon the sea of people, their gold, brown and whatever bright colored wings sticking out like a sore thumb. Amber eyes soon flickered away, up to the balcony where the royal family stood, the King and his two sons, Nathaniel and Samuel. Her gaze lingered a little longer on the three before she finally decided it wasn't such a good idea to fly while the speech was going on and moved to land somewhere in the back of the crowd.
She dropped with a light thump, wings immediately folding themselves back, as though trying to hide from the peering eyes. Zherne's eyes narrowed dangerously and her lips turned in a ferocious snarl when a few citizens of Nisroc gasped and parted a circle around her as though she was the plague herself. She resisted the urge to knife somebody in the gut and chose instead to focus on the Royal Family, ignoring the hushed whispers and nervous glances cast her way. She crossed her arms, moving to lean on a pillar as the King's words began to echo around the crowd.
Zherne smirked as she listened, eyes fixated on the balcony. "Never been more safe"? Oh, that was rich. She had seen and heard what the Whispers were doing. Many a time she was nearly tempted to join them. It would be satisfying to see the idiotic, overly-arrogant people of Nisroc fall, whimper in pain as the place broke down into chaos. Her tongue flickered out to wet her lips quickly, before a sudden yell from Nathaniel broke her out of her thoughts. When her sight did focus, she noticed the railing of the balcony turned to a slopping mess, dripping down onto the floor like molten lava. Her gaze shifted slightly to rest on the youngest Prince's multi-colored wings, and a light scoff made its way past her lips. Zherne stared at them for a moment longer, not really fazed that it was a different color - it was just that she hadn't seen the Prince's wings at all. Soon enough, she looked away, over the large crowd as the Prince stormed back into the castle, out of sight from everybody.
Well, this was a nice turn of events. She made a quick note to go to the valley and tell... Him. A delicate, long-fingered hand reached up to trace the white, slightly-raised markings on her left arm, schooling her face into an impassive one.
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Melody Hardwing
"Melody! Fix your hair so that dreadful tattoo is hidden!" A sharp hiss brushed past Melody's ear coming from her mother. She did what she was told, but slightly ruffled her wings in annoyance resulting in an elbow jab from the older Fallon. Melody smiled up at the father and son standing on the balcony above them, despite this, her mind still wondered where Nathaniel was. As if by magic, he stumbled into view beside his family, his movements slow and clumsy. Melody sighed, he was clearly drunk and her sharp gaze picked up a smear of red across the Prince's neck. For a moment she panicked, assuming it was blood but then recognised it to be lipstick. She rolled her blue eyes, frustrated with herself at the naive assumption.
The girl listened politely to Muriel's words, nodding in agreement whenever her mother's stern gaze landed on her to avoid more scolding. Her attention, however, increased when Nathaniel began to speak. It hardly surprised her when multiple cries of protest came from the crowd, but her perfect brows furrowed as she turned to see many outraged faces. "I wouldn't be so surprised, Melody. He had it coming in that state that he is in." Melody whipped around to meet the gaze of her mother. "Mother! How would you handle being in his place at this time?" She kept her tone even, although her fists were clenched. Turning back to the balcony, she exhaled a sigh of disappointment as the prince stood with his wings outstretched. Melody had seen his wings before, they had never bothered her in the slightest, but she had always been concerned for other people's reactions. He then turned and left, leaving the metal railings in front of the family as only a pool of molten metal. She wanted to help, but stayed back to let things cool down a little, literally.
Melody chewed on her lower lip as chaos began to unfold, a faint drone of her mother's voice signified that she was being told off, but at this moment of time, she was deep in thought. Someone pushing their way past her brought her back to the present and she turned around to examine the crowd out of curiosity. Most of the people she recognised and were given a nod in greeting from her, but one Fallon seemed to stand out. There was a woman leaning against a pillar, she had silver hair and dark grey wings. But they were not the reason Melody stopped to stare. The woman had strange white patterns running up her arms and over her face, they were weirdly beautiful. The 21-year-old snapped out of her trance-like stare and she quickly looked away, embarrassed by her rudeness.
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Liza Frost
"Dreams can only come true if you truly believe."
Age; 19 Years
Gender; Female
Rank; Outsider
Description; Liza has dirty blond hair with beautiful curls and green eyes. She has a slender build but she still has some muscle though it's not visible. Her cheeks have a rosey appeal when she's happy. Her lips are full and she has a natural pink tint to the them.
Personality; Liza, despite being an outsider, is very kind and gentle. She enjoys to help people if if they don't accept it. She is more on the quiet side, though. She keeps to herself most of the time and doesn't usually start any conversation, with an exception of seeing if someone needs help. She enjoys to observe others, and since she's quiet, often is never seen. She always tries to be as nice as possible even with others being rude to her but sometimes she does snap.
History; She prefers not to tell.
Relations; She has none.
Habits; She tends to bite her lip when she thinks.
She cries when she's really mad/angry/frustrated
She is constantly doing something with her hands.
Power; She has the power to mess with shadows and create them.
Other; She is often called Shadow by some people
She tends to randomly form shadows when she's sleeping.
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Nathaniel; Prince of Nisroc
Status; Currently intoxicated and angry. Slightly hurt.
Nathaniel's wings hugged his back tightly as he shoved through the balcony doors, powerfully entering the long hallway on it's other side. His long, ebony cape flowed behind him, his thin lips pulled down into a scarred frown, a memorable line stretching from just beneath his nose, across his mouth, and down to the middle of his chin. It wasn't the only scar he had, and it certainly wasn't to no avail.
The sky grew dark with ash and dust, the ground decorated in small sparks of fire. The ground shook with built up rage as another bomb collided with the hard earth, sending more than half the militia through the dirt riddled air. The two brothers rolled backwards, landing heavily a few yards from one another, their bodies both weak from fight. Though both were exhausted and had barely recuperated from the harsh explosion, the first words past the youngster's thin, split lips were his brother's name, repeated twice in an urgent plea for a reply. "Samuel,...Samuel!?" Nathaniel rolled onto his hands, a harsh series of dry hacks escaping his throat as his eyes strained to see past the wall of dust. The sound of swords clashing and yells of pain screamed out beneath the ringing within his ears. "Nathan?" Samuel's weak voice coughed out a reply a few feet away, spitting out the nickname Nathaniel had loved at one time.
But now learned to hate.
"I'm here, brother." The youngster coughed out a reply. The two were quite skilled at fighting, even at the mere age of 17 their father often put them on the front lines; and they loved fighting together. The war between the Fallon and the Whispers raged on constantly. "Come now." Nathaniel growled, stumbling to Samuel's side and yanking him to his feet. The two faced on another, taking a moment to catch their breath. "You look tired, is that failure I see?" Samuel slurred out. "I'll die before I fail in front of you, brother." Nathaniel teased back. Samuel paused, his eyes locking onto his brother's. "Do you mean that..?" The two brothers were easy to categorize; Samuel, the bronze out of the two. His strength and charm led him to a life of worthy. The strong hero with a gentle smile. And Nathaniel; the silver tongue charmer with a quick reaction and a wicked mind. Though equally skilled in battle, he used his intellect and powers before weapons. So, to hear such words come from Nathaniel was rare. But, Before the youngest could answer, the familiar shrieking war cry of a whisper sounded behind Samuel. Fear and angst swelled within the two as the creature raised a weapon, aiming it at Samuel's head. With a sudden growl, and a powerful push, Nathaniel sent Samuel to the ground, the sword connecting with his face instead. Samuel let out a pleaful cry as Nathaniel stumbled backwards, falling to the ground as crimson blood dripped off his chin.
Thus resulting in the large scar upon Nathaniel's mouth. And the large scratch wound upon his shoulder? Falling off of a cliff after being knocked unconscious while protecting his brother once again. "Brother! Brother wait!" Nathaniel ignored his brothers pleas. "Nathaniel!" Muriel barked after him, to no avail. "Brother, stop." Samuel spat the order, pulling Nathaniel to a stop. Slowly, and dangerously, he turned to face the room. Muriel stood beside Samuel as Karina gripped the youngest siblings hand in the corner.
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Status; Conscious and Healthy
Samuel remained glued to the balcony, his eyes staring at the pool of molten, ebony railing upon the ground. Small gasps from the crowd caught his attention and he slowly scanned the large group of people, his eyes landing on one figure in particular. The familiar, ivory hair of Melody stood out amongst the crowd. Giving her a gentle wave, he motioned for the girl to come inside, only to pause as his eyes landed on something else. Another figure, at the edge of the crowd. Their wings gripped their sides, but their color was obvious. An outsider. "Samuel." Muriel growled, catching his son's attention before following after Nathaniel, and hesitantly, Samuel did the same. Entering the building once more, Karina held Vanessa tightly in the corner. Vanessa was the youngest of all the siblings, and often looked down on due to having a different mother. Muriel froze in the middle of the room as Nathaniel stalked away. After several pleading calls, Samuel hesitated, but barked out an order, pulling Nathaniel to a stop. "What the hell was that out there?" Samuel hissed. " I don't need to justify myself to you." Nathaniel replied sharply. "You pretend as if everyone hates you, brother. Must I remind you that you are an adult, and you are-"
"Not going to be ordered around by a power hungry brute such as yourself?" he interrupted. "I am your future king!" Samuel's voice raised into a yell, but was no match for Nathaniel's broken reply, "I will see this kingdom's demise before it's ruled by someone like you!" The walls shook with rage as the yells subsided. All in the room fell quiet at Nathaniel's words, some shocked by his tear glazed eyes while other's were to afraid to push further due to his hands already glowing with flame. A sudden yelp sounded from Vanessa as she wiggled from Karinas grip. "Nathi!" she squealed, charging at the boy with her arms wide open. Nathaniel, even in his rage filled state, bent down to pick the girl up, placing her head in the crook of his neck. Her small, four year old body was tiny in his arms. Vanessa always preferred Nathaniel. Most likely due to him being different like her. And Nathaniel loved spending time with the young girl. To young to understand judgement, to sweet to put a label on anyone. Not to mention the child's powers were that of water, allowing her icy skin to instantly cool down Nathaniel's hands. "The Summer Ball is tonight. I'll expect you there with no outbursts." Muriel muttered. Nathaniel gave us each one last glance, before turning and beginning to carry the girl away. "What if someone asks for you?" Samuel called out. Often times, guests will arrive early to meet the royal family. "Send them to my chambers." he replied coldly.
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Zherne/Fox "Silvertongue" Farlou
StatsZherne muttered a strange word under her breath as the crowd became a little louder, as to be predicted now that the whole 'meeting' was stopped due to Nathaniel. The Outsider stood where she was for a while, staring at the balcony's destroyed railings before she felt something weird on her back, as if a strange fog just pressed down onto her. Was somebody...
Quickly, the silver-haired lady whipped her head around, fierce amber eyes searching the crowd for someone. She thought she felt a pair of eyes openly staring at her... Though, then again she wouldn't be surprised if it was just some dumb Fallon who couldn't take the fact that there was a 'Lower rank' in their midst. She let her gaze sweep over the large group of people, though it abruptly landed on a Fallon with silver wings; A Victorian. She observed the lady for a moment or two, eyes narrowing in slight suspicion before she shifted slightly, moving around the pillar slightly so she was more out of sight. She gave a quick look back at the balcony to see what had happened, and watched as the remaining members of the family moved back into the castle, away from sight, probably to chase after to younger, wayward prince. Fox pursed her lips in thought, running a thin hand through her silver hair, pushing it back and away from her face.
As much as she wanted to get out of here, she decided to linger around a moment longer - that couldn't hurt. She didn't have anything else to do anyway, other than head over to the secluded valley and do her regular thing, which could be rather boring sometimes, especially when you've lost your mind and you're doing childish activities with somebody who isn't there. She chuckled to herself at the thought, the proceeded to push herself off from the pillar, walking at the side where there were less people, and she didn't have to push and shove just to get through. She hummed a haunting tune to herself, one that would make a child's bones quake as she looked at the various Fallon, observing as though they were just scenery to be looked at. Well, She really didn't have anything else to do, did she?
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Melody Hardwing
It was hard to ignore the feeling of eyes on her back, but Melody managed to avoid turning around as she excused her absence from her mother. Just as she took a step away, her mother lightly brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "I think everyone needs a little soothing." This was basically the code for Melody to start singing. After a brief nod in response, a soft tune started to escape from her slightly parted lips. There were no words involved, just notes that folded together in sweet harmony. Almost immediately, the flustered crowds started to become still, but there was still the drone of hushed whispers buzzing through the air.
The Victorian took her time as she made her way to where she assumed the royal family would be. She knew the castle and it's grounds like the back of her hand, the workers there were used to her roaming the hallways. But today, the corridors were empty and the young woman's singing bounced off of the walls. Despite the light tone of her song, a frown had formed on her lips as the seconds that seemed like hours passed. Finally reaching her destination, she hesitated before knocking softly on the large doors twice before entering.
Melody's singing came to an abrupt stop as her gaze landed first on Nathaniel, who was carrying Vanessa. What shocked her most was his tear-glazed eyes and her mouth opened to a small 'o' of surprise. Her ears just managed to pick up mention of the Summer Ball and her eyes lifted to Muriel, she dipped down in a polite curtsey. Feeling guilty of barging in, she trained her sapphire eyes on the floor in front of her, chewing on her lower lip.
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Thanks! I'll post when I get the chance.))
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(Awaiting Taylor to post.(: )
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[[Alright, thanks for letting me know]]
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Analyse
Princess of Nisroc
"ou don't need to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. You can't be a master of your future if you're still a slave to your past."
Early hours of the morning the young Princess had carried out her regular routine; getting up theb getting bathed and washed, afterwards she would get dressed. Always visiting her horse Stanton and giving him the care he needed, and often taking him on morning rides through the villages and through the fields - where she would have the odd conversation with him, although despite this being a gift she rarely used it as most seen her as 'crazy' when she spoke to the unhuman kind. But today was a day when she needed to rush, her father had ordered everyone to a meeting where she had rushed back.
Standing on the large balcony Analyse kept her posture straight - hands behind her back as her hands interlocked, he long hair falling over the front of her shoulders as she watched her felllow family members join her and her father. A smile had quickly crept across the young womans face as she dipped her head in greeting to her brothers - she rarely seen them in the mornings as she was always out early seeining to her equine friend. Her multi-coloured looking eyes rested upon the woman her father had recently married - her little sister Venessa closely behind. Smiling she bend down ever so slightly and waved at her younger sister who took a place beside her, one hand still behind her back and the other over Ven's shoulder. Her father had begun to speak.
As she quietly listened the 20-year old began to glance around, examining many people who were stood in the crowd, especially someone she knew rather well - Melody. A close friend to the royal family. A smile stretched across her lips as she dipped her head at the light-haired girl, but her eyes slowly faded off as she glanced around the vast lands of Nosric, her fathers words continuing to venture into her early as most listened quietly. But once Samuel stepped up, it appeared Nathaniel and him had a small situation on their hands - and outrage browk. The balcony had slowly began to crumble and the two brothers stormed inside, their father chasing after them and it appeared Karina and Venessa were already gone - she hurried after with her eyes narrowed.
With her eyes narrowed, Anna had stormed inside after the family - a dissappointed look across her face, her blue dress trailing ever so slightly across the floor as she entered the room of the bickering brothers, but although things had esculated quickly they also seemed to do the same calming down. Letting out a sigh she took seat on a wooden cushioned chair in the room - her back straight up and her legs crossed as she listened. She would usualy have butted in, but she decided to let her father handle it - besides it had gotten out of hand, which made her often block it out.
But, a familiar voice soon echoed up the corridors, a once she recognised rather well - turning she glanced at her father as he spoke, he deep voice slightly overpowering the visitors. "Can we just get along for one? The ball's later and I'm sure everyone wants to see us 'all' there!" she spoke up glancing at everyone, and the singing voice soon got louder "Here's Melody.." she spoke - sitting up, and as she sensed the young gurl entered the room.
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Hey guys, just informing you that I won't be able to post for a few days, due to a camp I have going on. However, I'll be back by three days, and will try to catch up soon! :3 Thanks for understanding.)
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I couldn't find a better picture of Liza's wings so I figured I'd just kind of describe them until I could find a different picture. They are black as shown in the picture and they have a light blue and green hue on the tips of each feather you could say.))
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Liza Frost
"Dreams can only come true if you truly believe."
Liza stood crowded in a group of people as the meeting had progressed. Her hood was down but her wings were still covered. Everybody likely knew she was an outsider though, but she had cared less what they knew. She brushed pass a few people to get better look at what was going on on the balcony. She didn't get to see anything besides the two princes storming off with the other members of the royal family going after them. She shook her head and began to back out of the crowd, accidentally bumping into a middle-class. She was shoved rather rudely and she turned around to face the woman. "My apologies." She said and brushed by her. She hated to get into any quarrels and didn't need one today. It was clear it was already a tough day for everyone, what with their royal family disappearing into the castle. Liza managed to get past everyone and cut into an alley of sorts. Her eyes were glued ahead as she cut into another alley. She had made it near the outskirts of the kingdom soon enough and had entered a small shack she called home. She removed her cloak to reveal her odd colored wings and rested it on a table before sitting near the small fire place and retrieving a leather backed book. She opened it up, without thinking about the mandatory meeting she was told to attend, and began to read the words written within it.
Sorry if I made any mistakes. I'm exhausted. I had band camp this morning, lol, and believe it or not I took a nap after wards.))
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Samuel
Status; Conscious and Upset
A low growl slipped past Samuel's lips. Of course he loved his brother, and half the time it was him who was left hurt after a fight. But it wasn't rare that he grew angry with his sibling. Nathaniel turned, exiting the room and no doubt heading to his chambers. With a step forward, Samuel intended to follow, only to freeze at his sister's familiar voice. With a hesitant sigh, Samuel let his shoulders fall in defeat, "You're right, Analyse. Let's just hope Nathaniel intends to attend as well." Muriel raised a brow, "I'm sure your brother has good intentions. He simply is wayward." Samuel opened his mouth, intending to reply when a soft hum interrupted. And as Analyse announced, The familiar Victorian slipped into the room. "Melody, How nice to see you." Karina smiled at the girl. "Yes," Muriel muttered, "It's been a few days. Our halls have been silent without your songs."
"Yes, perhaps you have a tune to soothe Nathaniel?" Samuel teased. A pregnant pause followed before Muriel questioned, "Indeed. Perhaps you could speak to the boy, Melody? He isn't in the sanest of moods and I fear anyone else would be in danger in his presence." Samuel frowned, "Yes. Melody always had a way of comfort. Plus, I doubt he'd strike a woman." Immediately after they left his mouth, he regretted his words. Muriel coughed in discomfort, "Do be careful, dear." He added.
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Nathaniel
Status; Buzzed and Upset
With a final growl, Nathaniel held Vanessa close, exiting the room hastily only to pull to a stop at the familiar figure before him. Melody, a well known victorian and a close friend of the family. He hesitated, unsure if he should speak, before choosing the lesser and pushing past. Upon entering his chambers, Vanessa wiggled from his grasp, climbing higher upon his shoulders. Nathaniel's chambers were vast and magnificent. An array of teals and blacks, tapestries draped about and glorious lights strewn about. A large wall possessed a book shelf, and upon passing it, Vanessa stood atop Nathaniel's shoulders, snatching a wooden sword from a shelf and sitting back down atop him as he approached a large mahogany desk. Atop the desk were papers and books. Vanessa waisted no time in agiley climbing down from Nathaniel's shoulders and pushing the items from the desk top, standing atop it herself and picking up two large items behind the desk. A small box, a hole carved into one side which she slipped into as armor before setting up the other box, an enemy. Nathaniel plopped down in the large black chair beside the desk, flipping open a book as Vanessa swished her sword at the box, screaming words in her soft voice, "Die fiend!!" Nathaniel was used to watching Vanessa, it was no surprise. The girl loved being with him,,and often allowed him to read whilst she played.
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Melody Hardwing
"It is a pleasure, as always, Karina." Melody responded to the older woman's greeting. Muriel was right, she hadn't been in the castle grounds in a while. The truth was that she had been dreadfully ill, she had not been able to leave her house in her weakened state for at least two weeks. It had been somewhat a miracle that she recovered enough to be able to attend the meeting. "Indeed. Perhaps you could speak to the boy, Melody? He isn't in the sanest of moods and I fear anyone else would be in danger in his presence." Although the words had been carefully chosen, all of it was scarily true. Nathaniel was unpredictable in his moods, and despite him never threatening or striking Melody, it was always a possibility. This side of him had never caused her to be truly afraid of him due to her knowledge that his softer side was always there to coax out. Melody began to side-step towards the door, managing a quiet chuckle at Samuel's unintentionally harsh comment. It was just like him to try and fail to lighten the mood. "Do be careful, dear." These words caused her to pause as she pulled open the door. "Am I not always?" She smiled and slipped out of the door and into the corridor.
Melody's light footsteps echoed through the hall as she made her way to the one place she knew Nathaniel would be. She bit her lower lip as she reached the prince's chambers. Her knuckles bounced off the door three times and pushed it open, taking a step inside, but so that her body was only half inside. "It's only me, so you don't have to throw a book on fire at me." A small smile appeared on her face as she fully entered his chambers. Her eyes drifted to Vanessa, her smile softening. She loved Vanessa like her own sister. "You probably think I came to sing you to your senses." She exaggerated on the word 'senses'. "But that wouldn't be fair on you. So I came to talk, catch up. Whatever you want to call it."
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[[Sorry no photos, my phones acting up]]
Analyse
Princess of Nisroc
As Analyse had zoned out listeing to the beautiful sounds of Melody's singing coming from the halls her head quickly turned, watchig as the light haired woman entered, Nathaniel not even stopping to speak at the family friend and instead stormed out. Shaking her head, the Princess let out a sigh and shook her head in dissappointment - Nathaniel was prone to going into moods, which caused the brothers to have some falling out - she knew they were both at one anothers throats but she hated seeing both of them upset. Although, it was hard to tell with her older brother as he locked himself away in the chambers.
Letting out one more sigh her gazed had fixed upon her other brother - Samuel. Smiling, she nodded her head as he agreed to her hoping for her brother to come to the ball - but once again her father spoke reassuring words. Smiling, she heightened her posture once again "I do hope so father, it would be terrible for him to miss out. Hopefully this will loosen him up" she spoke in her familiar soft tone - glancing at the large doors watching as Nathaniel turned a corner and was now out of sight. Running her soft fingers through her hair she then began to play with the pendant on her neck.
Karina being the first to greet the victiorian who the royal family knew rather well her father and brother speaking soon after. She listened quietly as they suggested the young woman to go and speak to her brother, considering he often listened to female figures - especially Melody as she thought. "Hello, Melody." she greeted, deciding not to overwhelm the girl with questions or conversations - but she quickly left agreeing to the kind.
Rasining her hand Analyse had covered her mouth, her lips slightly parting as a burst of air rushed past her lips - a cough to clear her throat preventing her voice from going raspy. Turning on the wooden stool, she placed her hands on her lap then looked at her father with a smile "So, father - what time need be at the ball?" she questioned. Analyse needed to see to Stanton and take him for a run, she would then need to get ready for the ball - she was rather excited for the upcoming event, she had a chance to dress up in her best frock.
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(I apologize my father has gone into the hospital and I will update as soon as I can)