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.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) WIP
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 02:24:30 am
(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?u=http%3a%2f%2ffeatures.cgsociety.org%2fnewgallerycrits%2fg52%2f403752%2f403752_1282472189_large.jpg&ehk=lpszo%2fSMTj0f%2fmVP3KfVmw&w=425&h=220&c=7&p=0&dpr=2&pid=1.7) Castle Nisroc towering over Soaringstone
Nisroc, much like any fantasy worlds is a complex realm. Home to not only Angel-like creatures known as Fallon, but several other species call the realm home. Castle Nisroc stands upon a large hill towering over the main city, Soaringstone. Nisroc, though seemingly heavenly, is based on medieval times. It's villages cobbled and despite their wings, most Fallon travel upon horseback. The other species within the realm are commonly used as workers within the city. They run market stalls and shops, care for the stress and etc.
(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080731083520/finalfantasy/images/thumb/4/4a/Winhill.jpg/480px-Winhill.jpg) Soaringstone's town square
Soaringstone is the largest city established within Nisroc. It stands below the castle and is home to a variety of species. The city's walls contain shops, stalls, stables, armories, training centers, medical housing, etc.
Within the city trains the hundreds of waves of the Fallon army. They protect the city against any and all threats made by the Fallen and any other dangers.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) WIP
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 03:32:03 am
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) WIP
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 03:40:28 am
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) WIP
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 05:53:53 am
A Short and stalky race of humanoids who tend to the harder and more hated jobs around Nisroc and occasionally work in the higher ranks. They have an immunity to unnatural magic.
A race of beautiful humanoids with sharpened ears. They tend to the markets and castle and have a knack for learning magic. They are immune to natural illness.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 06:17:47 am
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 06:38:58 am
(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/342/7/0/darxey_by_las_t-d6x5tba.jpg) Ruben; 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. Stands about 6'3, has a scar stretching across his lips and to his chin and one stretching across his collar bone.
Personality; Reclusive and solitary, Nathaniel prefers books to socialization. He is a bit snappy, and quite the fighter, though he is intellectually advanced. At a young age Ruben proved he had an extraordinary affinity for the academic fields of Psychology and mental manipulation. As a young child and seemed to bury himself in his books and magic to keep him distracted from issues with his father. His mother seemed to be the only person Ruben truly loved. After her death, The only person he could relate to was his brother Samuel until their fallout then he turned to his sister Valencia. Despite his strange seclusion when he was younger, he appeared sane until a mysterious tragedy claimed the queen and left him a shell of his former self due to losing the only person he cared for. He turned to Samuel for support only to soon draw away from even him. In his early adulthood, Ruben rejected any further love from his father and brother.
History; Ruben never was liked by the kingdom. His wings often struck fear in others. Growing up alongside Samuel, Ruben relied on him for support after their mother's death when Ruben was 10.
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4e7ufqqB11qem0fvo1_500.jpg) (Child Ruben) He was promised the throne due to his pure power and his readiness for it, though he is the younger of the two brothers. Ruben was trained day and night for the right to the throne often put through things some would consider inhumane. The two brothers were often in trouble for playing rough or arguing though they were inseparable. As they grew, competition for power swelled within one of them, though Ruben 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.
(http://i1362.photobucket.com/albums/r695/AbbyBriannaJoyce/Mobile%20Uploads/IMG_20150102_225416_zps3eba4ae7.jpg) (Teenage Ruben) As they aged the two brothers were thrown into war to lead the line by the king. The two were notorious for their skills on the battlefield. Things were looking up for Ruben. Then, one day, it all fell apart. Gable chose age over prep, and Samuel was promised the throne. Samuel and Ruben's relationship faltered as they spent more time apart. Ruben grew more annoyed and short tempered as he was thrown into never ending work to protect the kingdom, despite being denied the throne he worked so hard for. Azmay failed to bare children, and during a late night argument between the two, Ruben struck Azmay. Thus, beginning his downfall. The two divorced, and Ruben 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 Gable-Father Lillian-Mother/deceased Divinity-stepmother Valencia-halfsister 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. His horses name is Jax, its notorious for its temper.
(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/216/9/5/tero_by_las_t-d6go6pk.jpg) 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 Ruben, always sticking up for him when his wings became an issue. Samuel was born with pure white wings, but never judged his brother. As they aged, Ruben 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.
(http://www.digital-art-gallery.com/oid/112/640x853_19389_Legend_Of_The_Cryptids_2d_illustration_fantasy_warrior_steampunk_picture_image_digital_art.jpg) (Teenage Samuel) 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. The two brothers were thrown into war between the Fallon and the Fallen. After his promise to throne, Samuel and Ruben stepped out of the war. Him and Ruben soon grew apart, though he does care for his brother.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 03, 2015, 10:50:13 am
(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/248/b/b/bbb538fe5fd30281143be3291b45694a-d5dph03.jpg) Selene, The Servant Girl "She who considers herself the servant of her fellow beings Shall find the joy of self-expression. She who seeks self-expression Shall fall into the pit of arrogance."
Age: 20 years old Gender: Female. Rank: Lower Class- Servant of the Royal Family. Description: Long, red-brown hair tumbling down to her mid-back in loose waves. Her bright sapphire eyes draw the most attention, so she normally keeps them averted. She is slightly shorter than average height and she is very slender, although not skinny. She walks with a grace that only a servant could have and is often seen with as many as four trays glancing on her arms at once. It is rare to see her without dark circles under her eyes, but a spark of curiosity is always dancing wound her features.
Personality: Being a servant, Selene has been taught to not speak before spoken to; to only show emotion when alone; and to never stand out. She is very much a mystery to most, but many view her as the strong-silent type. Underneath her servant's manners, she is a stubborn and curious soul that can't help but get involved with things. She often does 'accidently' overhear the royal family's conversations and finds herself very much involved in their many trials and tribulations. If one would get to know her, she would be found to be fun-loving and daring with a surprisingly good sense of humour. She does have a dark side, where she can be snappy and insulting. She has received a good education unlike most servants and is very intelligent, often thinking of people's next move before it happens. Sometimes, although she normally does bite her tongue, she cannot help but speak out and express her opinion, leading to multiple occasions in which she has been very close to being 'sacked'.
History: Will reveal throughout the Roleplay cant be bothered coming up with one right now :3 Relations: None of particular significance. She is often seen as someone to listen to be the royal family; but would not be quite classed as a friend.
Habits: - Humming as she works. She secretly has a lovely singing voice. - Speaking out when she is not permitted to. - Breaking the rules.
Power: Selene can teleport short distances. For instance, she can 'bounce' from one room to another with ease. Although she can only teleport herself and whatever she is wearing; if she is holding something it will be dropped and left behind.
Other: - Would she live in the castle or in the lower class part of the town? ;3 - Unlike most servants, she speaks properly with the tongue of someone expected to be upper-class. - The majority of her wings are a dark grey colour, although the tips gradually turn purple. She has so far kept this hidden in the way she folds her wings and few know of her mutation.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 10:57:28 am
(Lovely app., accepted. She'd live within the castle.! Ill add her to the character list. We'll begin once atleast one more person joins!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 03, 2015, 11:05:22 am
Thank you! I can't wait to start!
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 03, 2015, 12:12:04 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(Do Elves have wings?)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 03, 2015, 04:34:59 pm
This roleplay looks amazing. Hope you don't mind if I make a royal advisor :3 ))
(http://i58BannedImageSite/24pm3rd.jpg) (http://i62BannedImageSite/19nzmv.jpg) Charlie Alex Thompson "If you always do what you've always done, you'll always be what you've always been." Age: 21 Gender: Male Species: Fallon Rank: Royal Advisor Description: Charlie is very lengthy and tall, standing at probably 6"1 give or take. His eyes are a deep pure brown with flicks of silver, which draws more attention to his eyes. His hair is a very dark brown(arguably black), often a few whisks falling over his forehead. His skin is rather pale, contrasting off his eyes.
Personality: Naturally, Charlie comes off as rather intimidating and intense to most. This is simply because of the way he carries himself. He prefers his solitude, and is usually very quiet. Not that he's shy, but he simply doesn't talk unless he sees a reason to. He's usually very mysterious to most, as many question how he even got to be a Royal Advisor due to that mischievous sparkle in his eye. Once you get to know him, he is very caring and adventurous. He's reasonably kind, but won't be if he sees a reason not to be. When he needs to be, Charlie can be extremely cold. Charlie is incredibly intelligent and witty, able to talk circles around most anyone. He is also very skilled in lying and spinning complex fibs on the spot. Additionally, Charlie can be quite the flirt when he wants to be, but ever since he became a Royal Advisor he shows it less and less. After you gain his hard to earn trust, he will protect you with his life.
History (optional): (making this really short just so you get the basic idea) Charlie was of course born into the role with his glass wings. His birth unfortunately killed his mother, and he never knew who his father was. He grew up in Nisroc homeless for a time. He hadn't been birthed inside the castle- so he didn't know to go there, or what his wings meant. Charlie received stares and a few gasps whenever he was out in the town. They had been gasping at his wings, but he didn't know that. As he grew up into a teenager, he became someone that the townspeople were weary of. He often picked fights with others, he stole, and he was a full on flirt. One day(when he was about 16) he was in a fight. People had gathered around them as they both struggled to take the upper hand in the fight. Charlie got knocked out. When he woke up, the crowd was gone and he was staring up at Nisroc guards. Instead of arresting him or anything of the sorts, they took him to the castle. The King surprisingly took pity on him because nobody had ever told him what he was or the importance he held. From then on he was trained to be a Royal Advisor. At first he was reluctant to do so, and often tried to get fired or escape. But he eventually learned to love the job. His personality straightened out and he became a much better person. Now he is an extremely trusted Royal Advisor, and would give his life for his job.
Relations: No siblings or parents to be mentioned. He knows the Royal Family rather well (since it's kind of his job). However wouldn't take it any further than work companions. Habits: -Runs his hand through his hair -Tugs at his sleeves when he's nervous -Hums when he works Power: Charlie, like most Fallon, can teleport short distances. He also possesses the natural ability to heal the wounded/ill. Charlie can't do much to heal anything fatal, but can heal smaller things. Other: -Has a slight British tinge to his voice
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Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 07:02:14 pm
(Love the apps! Both accepted I'll add them to the list then post a beginning post. Ill also add more details to the information post! Also, Phrogress, Elves dont have wings, and if you have any questions at all about things you're confused on just ask! ^-^)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 03, 2015, 07:56:17 pm
(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/216/9/5/tero_by_las_t-d6go6pk.jpg) Samuel Status; Currently excited & cheerful Whispers may have slunk about below the cities and the Fallen may be an everlasting threat, but nevertheless Nosric glowed with cheerful Fallon all curious and expectant on what was to come. King Gable called a town meeting within the castles garden to celebrate his youngest daughter's 5th birthday and the sun glimmered and danced about the city as the town's people gathered within the courtyard, standing on either side of a large aisle created by two lines of guards. The royal advisory and family awaited at the gates to the castles grounds, all mounted upon steeds to be escorted to the meeting. At the front of the miniature parade rode guards, behind them the royal advisory and so fourth. Mounted in the middle were the loved king Gable and Queen Divinity. At the back rode more royal guards and infront of them rode two brothers, one of white wings and one of shades of ebony. Samuel and Ruben approached their horses, Samuel glancing towards his brother's annoyed visage. "Rough morning?", Samuel questioned. "Nothing of your concern, brother. Ruben replied, patting his steeds well groomed mane. Samuel swung himself onto his horse, settling into the saddle just as Ruben sat in his. "You can be as reluctant as you wish, brother.", Samuel stated, grabbing the reigns in his hand, "But you'll need to open up one day. The kingdom misses it's-" Samuel paused as River's crystalline eyes shit up, meeting his in a cold stare. "Wipe the buzzed look off your lifeless grin, the lady of the hour wishes to speak to you." He stated, refusing to finish his other sentence. Ruben raised a brow, before glancing down beside Jax as Valencia reached up to him. Samuel smiled gently, it had been years since he had been capable of getting to Ruben, but Valencia never failed to. With that, he turned his horse as the parade began.
(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/342/7/0/darxey_by_las_t-d6x5tba.jpg) Ruben Status; Slightly intoxicated and annoyed The morning was glorious and to be celebrated, by not for Ruben. The prince sat within his saddle, staring down at the tiny girl below him. "Yes?" He questioned, raising an ebony brow. Valencia's golden hair and rosey cheeks shone beneath the sun as she pouted ever so slightly. "Up." She ordered. "Feisty aren't we.", Ruben muttered, reaching down to lift the girl into the saddle with ease. "I suppose I'll be your transportation into this forsaken celebration?" Valencia nodded, gripping tightly onto Ruben's hand that held the reigns to steady herself. "Very well, let's move." He muttered, urging Jax forward. He slid into the parade line beside Samuel just as the gates opened. The horses strolled forward, Jax in particular soaking in the glory as he raised his head. Samuel waved to the crowds, smiling and greeting whilst Ruben focused on just getting Jax yo the end of the yard, his wings folded tightly against his back. Upon the saddle, straight backed and pursed lips, Ruben looked like a powerful being, an authority of sorts. One would never guess his denial of the throne if they had not known it themselves. Finally reaching the end, Ruben slid off of Jax, lifting Valencia out of the saddle. She squirmed out of his grasp, eyes wide and curious before taking off around Jax and the guards. "Exuberant one, isn't she?" Samuel whispered, stepping beside Ruben. The younger brother raised a brow, "Nothing I can't handle." Just as he spoke the tiny girl ran back around, and in a fluid like motion Ruben snatched her up. "No more teasing the steeds let us go." He whispered to her, carrying her up the stairs and onto the balcony. King Gable and the queen stood ready at the railings to address the town. Valencia stood close beside Ruben, his gaze cold and bored. "Citizens!", Gable began, "We have come here today to celebrate the birthday of my lovely youngest, Princess Valencia." The crowd cheered and the girl slid ever further behind Ruben's leg. Her small, Gloriously white wings tightened against her back and shifting to stand aside, Ruben's wings shuffled against his back. Valencia squirmed back behind his leg, and Ruben sighed deeply as Gable continued. Despite reports of Whispers or Fallen, We prevail today to celebrate. Happy birthday my darling," he looked to Valencia, and slowly Gables eyes slid up to meet Ruben's cold dagger-like ones as he said "May you always get what you wish.." Gable, realizing his treading upon thin ice, turned back to the crowd, "Please! Mingle and approach us for any questions." With that, the crowds mixed and people began crowding the king and queen for questions. Ruben swiftly lifted the girl into his arms as Samuel approached, "I don't suppose you'll stay." Ruben placed the girl in Samuels arms, and without answering turned and began descending the staircase. Valencia squirmed out of Samuels arms, quickly catching up to Ruben and grabbing his leg tightly. Over the years, Ruben showed signs of solitude even against Valencia, but he never once denied the child's company. Ruben paused, glancing at the girl before continuing into the courtyard.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 03, 2015, 08:44:21 pm
(http://i62BannedImageSite/19nzmv.jpg)
Charlie
Warm morning air shined delicately down, a gentle breeze scraping against Charlie's face. He had gotten up very early that day to see that everything would be running smoothly for Miss Valencia's birthday. Running a hand through his hair, Charlie swung his leg over his horse and sat up high. He grabbed the reigns and held them idly as the King and Queen mounted their own steeds. A small sigh escaped him as he waited. His brown pools flicked over to the two princes who seemed to have tension arising between them. Charlie blinked, wishing the two would just start acting like brothers. Reality snapped at him and he kicked his horse forward along with the others. Once they got to the end of the yard, he swung his leg back over his horse and gently touched back down on the ground. He quietly followed the Royal Family up the balcony, and stood a ways back from them once King Gable began to speak. He put his hands behind his back and listened. Once the King finished his speech to Valencia, Charlie straightened himself up a bit. Running a hand through his hair again, he sighed. Simply watching the citizens and the Royals and the guards and everything that was going on. As usual, Charlie got himself a few stares and wary glances, but the were mostly interested in the Royals. His large glass wings shimmered in the sunlight. Charlie's wings were quite a spectacle apparently. His wings were called glass wings, but they definitely were not breakable like glass. He could bend and move his wings without so much as a strain. Charlie shook his head, dragging himself out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat, stiffening and standing up tall
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 03, 2015, 08:48:06 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
Meriel was running through the forest, her hood was covering her eyes, along with her head. The woman was making her way towards the city, wanting to watch the parade, probably shoot someone and break the balance. That would be fun, wouldn't it? Maybe, but that's how Meriel could tell what 'fun' means, literally. Her different way of thinking sometimes creeped people out, but it's just her. Sure she's different person, in both appearance and thinking, but she wouldn't be judged by it, not everyone's perfect.
She was thinking this when she was pacing through the bright shadows, safely reaching the town. She got into the group of people, who were cheering for the royals as if they are amazed by them. "Pity," she mumbled quietly, quickly making her way towards the large buildings. When she reached the bridge, Meriel rushed towards the end of it, hoping to not take much of attention to her so she would safely make it to the courtyard.
Indeed she safely crossed the bridge, reaching the castle's buildings within the minutes of traveling. She made a quick turn, heading into a ery small alleyway. Standing at the end of it, she looked around, then finally gripped a small rock, which she used as a help to climb up. Launching herself from wall to wall, she gripped the edge of the roof, climbing up and throwing herself onto the roof, from which she began to run closer to the courtyard.
After getting close as possible, she layed down onto the roof, her belly facing the brown material beneath. She took out her bow, one of her arrows as well, before she would load it into the string. She will shoot, after the first royal horse is seen, which turned out to be the oldest prince's horse. With a smirk, she tightened the string, aiming at the horse's leg.
The string twitched a bit, the arrow was send out flying towards the horse, with a hope it would hit and make it fall, along with the prince itself. If not, the arrow would then hit the ground in front of the horse, probably make it rear on it's hinds.
((Sorry if this is out of the sudden, I thought some action would spice up the beginning of the RP. If this is not acceptable, ignore what I posted.~))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 04, 2015, 12:46:14 am
Assuming the arrow hit the horse ^^ ))
(http://i58BannedImageSite/24pm3rd.jpg) Charlie
Charlie scanned the crowd and the courtyard. His deep brown eyes spotted a figure on top of a roof, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Feeling his wings tense a bit, he took a step or row away from the wall, eyes not leaving the figure. What happened next seemed to happen in a millisecond. There was a whooshing sound as an arrow flew through the air with dangerous precision. His eyes darted to where it landed. Prince Samuel's horse was struck in the leg with an arrow. An ear-splitting neigh could be heard as it reared up, arrow lodged in its leg. In a flash, Charlie spread his huge wings, and shot up in the air. He landed hard on his feet behind the girl. Charlie's glass wings stayed spread out threateningly. He stared down at the girl with a dangerous look in his eyes. The citizens in the courtyard were rattled, and unsure of how to respond. Some screamed, some ran, some hid, but most just stood there in shock. His fists were clenched, and his gaze unwavering from the stranger. "Who are you." He said in a quiet but sharp tone.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 04, 2015, 01:15:18 am
(Vask I actually planned for Samuel to be struck (: I'll handle things when it comes to Samuel but its perfectly okay for Charlie to have seen and approached the attacker!^-^ Ill await Concern to post before I repost!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 04, 2015, 03:55:09 am
Ah my mistake! I erased that certain part of the post for convenience. Thanks for tellin me :3 ))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 04, 2015, 08:28:25 pm
(We will await Concern one more day, when they come back we can catch them up!^-^)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 04, 2015, 10:32:20 pm
Alrighty. We're just waiting on Phrogress then :3 ))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 04, 2015, 10:41:09 pm
Sorry it's taken me so long to reply and the quality is so bad- I never realised I'd be quite this busy for the past few days! :3
For so early in the morning, the castle was teeming with servant and cooks and waitors all preparing for the celebration of Miss Valencia's birthday. Selene herself had just been getting in the way of things, apparently causing the bakers to burn their bread and the cleaners to have to start again on the floors. After a short time of trying to help, she finally sighed and stood by a window looking over the kingdom. If she narrowed her eyes, she could just about see the Royal Family mounting their horses for the parade. The sight made Selene smile. This was the day that all of the lies and the secrets and the rebellions could be forgotten. She felt a wave of fondness sweep over her towards the young Princess, she was possibly the only person that could bring the whole Kingdom together like this. "Selene." A sharp voice behind the brunette made her jump, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Sorry, ma'am. I was just-" She stopped herself as Greta, the cook and her boss, raised her hand for silence. "I know you want to be down there and, quite frankly, you're no help down here so I'm willing to let you go- as long as you are back here the second it finishes." Selene blinked in shock. "Really? Oh, thank you, ma'am!"
Pulling off her maid's cap and apron, Selene looked down at herself as she descended one of the many large staircases in the castle. Her grey dress would have to do for now, she sighed as she pulled the pins out from her hair and let it tumble down her back in loose ringlets. Glancing at her reflection in one of the passing windows of the castle, she realised that she no longer looked like a lady's maid, now more of a middle-class young lady. Taking a deep breath, a tug of nerves slowed her pace to a brisk walk as the sound of bustling people grew. Soon, the crowds of Fallon came into view, the many shades of wings merging into one beautiful colour display.
It did not take long for her to find a place amongst the crowd where she could see well enough. Craning her neck to see if anything was happening, a tug on her dress skirt caused her to look down to her right. A small, dark-haired little girl gazed up at her. "Excuse me, but I can't see." Selene's gaze softened as she bent down to the girl's height. "Where's your mother?" She asked, glancing around to see if she could see any frantic mother looking for her lost child. The girl shrugged and Selene sighed, straightening up and reaching down to scoop the child into her arms. Hoisting her up to a comfortable position, Selene turned her attention back to the parade. "What's your name, sweetheart?" She asked, addressing the girl that was half way between balancing on Selene's hip and resting in her arms. "Vondila, miss." The girl, Vondila, seemed comfortable enough so Selene relaxed. "I'm Selene. It's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled at the girl, her head snapping up as the sound of hooves followed by many cheers distracted her attention.
I'm just going to finish it there as I'm not quite sure what has really happened with the whole arrow thing xD Sorry haha ;3
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 04, 2015, 11:09:33 pm
(Its fine! We will wait to see if you post and if not we will take it slow and catch you up once you are able!^-^)
(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/216/9/5/tero_by_las_t-d6go6pk.jpg) Samuel Status; Currently excited & cheerful Few places held the warmth within their scolding crust like the war grounds of Ghell; a realm between Earth and Nisroc. For centuries the Fallen clashed against the Fallon's armies on the same stretch of scarred land. Samuel was no older than 18 when him and Ruben were forced into war by King Gable. Ruben was a young and fruitful age of 17, and despite his youth, he was a rambunctious fighter. The Fallen weren't simple enemies, their forces were great and their weapons were fierce. The explosion was one of many the brothers experienced, leaving them lying on the hot rubble of the planet's war ground. Samuel arched his back, his body aching from his heavy landing. Rolling onto his stomach, his teal gaze searched the smoke suffocated horizon for any sign of Ruben who had also been affected by the blast. "Ruben?" Samuels dry and hoarse voice sounded through the thick air. "Over here, brother." The weakened voice called from a small ditch within the ground. Samuel's hands pushed himself to his feet as he stumbled over to his brother, his eyes narrowed through the smoke. Ruben lay on his back, his hand clutching his chest as crimson blood trickled past his fingers. "You're hurt.", Samuel stated, kneeling beside Ruben. Despite his annoyed and fatigued visage, Ruben shook his head, "Not fatally. Help me up." Samuel grabbed his brother's free hand, yanking him to his feet. A weak yet hearty laugh slipped past Samuels lips, his hand Patting Ruben's back, "You're going to heal, no doubt. Careful not to scar that handsome face, it's the only thing going for you, brother." A grin parted Ruben's lips to reveal a warming smile. Suddenly, Ruben's gaze slid past Samuel, staring at something behind him. "Move!" He hissed, shoving Samuel aside and stepping forward just as a Fallen brought a sword down. A sword meant for Samuel, but a sword that met Ruben.
Samuel had made his way down to the horses, preparing to mount and leave when Ruben appeared. The young brother said something, but Samuel didn't hear. His eyes focused solely on the scar that stretched gruesomely across Ruben's lips. "Brother, are you daft in the head?" Ruben's brow furrowed in confusion, pulling Samuel back to reality. "Ah, no. Pardon, I'm taking my leave to go see to duties." Ruben nodded reluctantly, and stepped aside as Samuel launched himself onto the horse. "Brother, " Samuel caught Ruben's attention as he turned his horse, "You look a tad pale, you should get out more often."
(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/342/7/0/darxey_by_las_t-d6x5tba.jpg) Ruben Status; Slightly intoxicated and annoyed Ruben remained silent as Samuel walked his horse towards the gates. It was only once he was out of range that Ruben released a small gasp, his hand clutching his side. He regained his composure from the mystery pain, before turning his gaze to a shadow cast down upon the gardens. A small shape, peeking out over the shadow of the roof. Ruben followed the shape, his eyes landing upon a figure atop the roof. They laid down, their eyes and weapon aimed at one person. Just as Ruben narrowed his gaze further, a piercing ring sliced the air and a cry sounded from the eldest prince. Samuels horse reared, tossing the injured boy to the ground as the arrow sticking from his shoulder broke upon impact on the gardens sidewalk. The crowds gasped, surrounding the boy in a hurry to help. Ruben, on the other hand, slipped into the shadows, disappearing out of sight. It wasn't until the wind picked up as his wings gently landed him upon the roof right behind the attacker that his position was given up. The abomination-like set of wings that deemed him so unworthy his entire life remained unfurled, stretched out as he stood feet from the attacker. An elven girl. Anyone In the kingdom knew of the brothers reputation for fighting. They were highly skilled, but Samuel was far from Ruben. Ruben possessed a certain lack of compassion, one that opened his mind up to dozens of options in torture and fighting that Samuel deemed wrong. No doubt Ruben had every intention of killing the girl. His eyes practically glimmered with excitement at the thought. "I do believe you shot my brother." He stated, his wings slowly curling back to his sides. Ruben folded his arms behind his back studying the girl. His mind was made up, he would kill her no doubt and with that he stepped forward. Suddenly, he stopped, falling to one knee as his lips parted to gasp. Once again he clutched his side, stumbling back to his feet. He wouldn't kill her, not in this weak state. Not like this. But he would remember her face. Besides, it was already a risk, letting her see him like this. It was similar to spilling a secret. He bared his clenched teeth growling in annoyance before moving swiftly and abruptly. He shot up, taking off into the air, his outcast wings carrying him away.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 05, 2015, 01:21:12 am
(http://i57BannedImageSite/2econjk.jpg) Charlie
He stood his ground as the prince landed next to the girl. All he needed was a signal, and Charlie would do away with her, or Prince Ruben would. His deep brown eyes watched Ruben carefully, watching his movements. When Prince Ruben shot off into the air, Charlie looked back down at the elven female. "You're lucky." He said quietly. Charlie walked off of the roof and spread his wings lazily, gently gliding back down to the courtyard. His feet touched down on the ground, and he folded up his wings neatly. With dark eyes, he looked up at King Gable on the balcony. He have a simple nod to the King meaning 'it's safe'. Running a hand through his hair, he weaved through the crowd quietly. He found a bench near the back of the crowd and sat down. He folded his hands together and rested his elbows on his thighs. Sighing slightly he arched his back and looked down at the ground. All this excitement wore him out a bit. Clearing his throat, Charlie sat up taller, scanning the crowd carefully as his eyes flicked up to the balcony every now and again.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 05, 2015, 05:25:51 am
I'll post either after school or when I'm at school. Yet not sure.))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 05, 2015, 05:39:49 am
(Sounds good!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 05, 2015, 09:59:29 am
Selene was surprised at how relaxed everything was; at how many were smiling and laughing; and at how little was going wrong. Yes, it was the Princess' birthday, but that would be no excuse for rebels attacking. She flexed her sore arm that had carried Vondila just a few minutes before. It turned out that she had ran away from her mother, a stuck-up upper-class woman that did nothing so much as nod her head in thanks toward the brunette for taking care of her daughter. The oddly familiar sound of an arrow being shot snapped Selene back to reality, watching in horror as the arrow buried itself into the future king's shoulder.
The horse beneath him reared in a state of panic and as the eldest prince hit the ground, Selene started forward. Pushing past what seemed like an endless crowd of shocked Fallon, she finally reached Prince Samuel and bent down to where he was lying. "Master Samuel!" She stared in shock for a second at the wound on his shoulder. "You've been shot." She stated stupidly, before hastily picking up the ends of her skirts and tearing a large section of it off. Most would view it as indecent, but right now, she had no choice. "Should we not remove what's left of the arrow?" A voice behind her barely even registered in her mind. "No, it's the arrow that is stopping most of the bleeding. We leave it in for the healers to deal with." She pressed the rags of her dress onto the wound, a slow stream of blood was trickling from it but nothing fatal- just yet.
Selene turned to the man that was, most annoyingly, leaning over her shoulder to watch. Her blood was drumming in her ears, her mouth was dry and her hands were shaking from the adrenaline that pumped through her veins. "Take this and hold it onto the wound. Do not take it off." She stood up as the man nodded, taking the bloody rag from her. "But where are you going?" The man asked, panic laced into his voice. But Selene knew something that no one but a servant knew. She knew that the castle staff had needed extra help with organising the party for the Princess, so they had ordered in some extra help. The healers that were meant to be standing by at the parade were up in the castle. The castle in which no one knew what was going on in the courtyard below. "I'm going to get help."
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 05, 2015, 12:47:03 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
Meriel heard the voice behind her, she didn't even bother to turn around to see who decided to talk with her. The courtyard was full-filled with screams of both fear and surprise, and the rebel just layed there, on top of the roof, with a man right on her heels, literally. Meriel didn't even bother to answer as well, she knew that the man will eventually leave, and that indeed happened after some time.
Meriel only ironicly laughed at his last comment, before she slid another arrow out from the box. Out of no-where a younger prince arrived, and Meriel had to bring her bow low. She shot a cold glare into it's eyes, before he would shoot into the air. "Pathetic. Why do they even bother coming here if they will leave?" she mumbled quietly in sweet and gentle tone with this unknown accent, before she brought her bow up again, aiming this time at some homeless peasant. The arrow didn't let out any sounds, before it sliced into man's foot. With a quiet laugh, she shot up on her feet and began to gracefully, yet swiftly rush over the roofs, throwing herself down into the same alleyway before she would then rush towards the bridge.
When she was making her way over the bridge, she saw this dwarf, who had his head shaved, but he had long, brown beard. There were few braids that she noticed, and from them she could make out who it was. "Glad you made it out alive," he said, before he would point to another alleyway right next to the wall. With a smile, she rushed through the alleyway, before she would then jump off the cliff and land into a tree. Skilled woman managed to grab tree's branch, send herself flying on the ground. With a roll, she stopped, quickly vanishing behind some leaves which led into an unknown cavern which she called 'home'.
Who knows, maybe someone followed her all way, maybe she didn't even made it to her cavern, but she indeed left the city.
((I would like to make another character, if that's okay.))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 05, 2015, 03:22:04 pm
(http://i62BannedImageSite/2cmq075.jpg) Charlie
Hearing the gasps and screams from the crowd, Charlie believed there was more damage then he thought. Hopefully a Prince wasn't harmed. Putting his hands on the edge of the bench, he pushed himself to a standing position. Charlie weaved through he crowd again, making his way to the hurt Prince. People let him slip through the tight crowd surrounding the Prince. He saw a glimpse of a girl walking away from him. Charlie shook his head, stepping to the Prince. "Samuel..." He whispered under his breath. He turned his head towards the girl walking towards the castle. "Wait. Would you help me with him?" Charlie beckoned her over with a wave of his hand. "Would you hold him down for me?" He asked gently, kneeling down next to Samuel.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 05, 2015, 06:59:00 pm
(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/216/9/5/tero_by_las_t-d6go6pk.jpg) Samuel Status; injured War between the Fallons and the Fallen was a constant threat. The Fallen were led by an unknown leader, a shadow that never revealed a face. Only once had the two brothers come into contact with the figure. Samuel lost Ruben within the smoke, the fire that raged along the battlefield, leaving him injured and stumbling through the suffocating air. Clutching his no doubt broken ribs, Samuel proceeded forward through the raging war, all the while searching for his younger brother. Confusion rushed his mind, how was he alive? Moments ago, he remembered being shot with one of the notorious poisons the Fallen concocted, one that could no doubt kill within minutes. Ruben witnessed this, his brother said his goodbyes. How was he alive? "Ruben!", his voice traveled less Through the screaming anguish of the war grounds, but it was not needed. Samuel froze, his eyes widening as his mouth dropped open. He was speechless, paralyzed by the fear within him. Feet away stood a dark figure, cloaked in a cloud of shadow. It leaned over a second figure, whispering into his ear; Ruben. By the time Samuel coaxed the courage within him to proceed, Ruben stood alone, Still and quiet. Reaching Ruben's side, Samuel stumbled into him, seemingly yanking Ruben from his trance. "Ruben, what's going on.." Samuel breathed. Ruben slowly and hesitantly placed his arm around his brother who curled over in pain. Ruben allowed Samuel to lean against him, before fixating his gaze on the horizon. "Nothing Brother, you're okay. We're okay."
The pain radiated throughout Samuels arm, his teeth clenching in resistance. "Charlie," King Gable kneeled beside the advisor, "I have another job for you. Selene will retrieve the help we need. You've protected this family for years, track the attacker. This is my kingdom, and I will not have someone destroy it." Divinity lifted Samuel to his feet, passing him onto two guards. "Selene, go warn the medics. They should be in the reach overlooking the front gates." Watching Selene go retrieve help, Samuel was aided towards the castle.
(I hope you dont mind, im assuming Selene made it to the medics so I can rp this part. If its a problem ill change it!^-^)
(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/342/7/0/darxey_by_las_t-d6x5tba.jpg) Ruben Status; In pain, injured It was a blur mostly, a pain Ruben was used to. But not at this intensity. By the time he reached his destination, he was a mess of anger and pain. The reach was calm and quiet, the sun slipping in through the large balcony like door in the room. The lead medic, Klania, stood speaking to a servant girl, when the sun slowly suffocated from the room. A shadow slid over the room, and immediately, Klania knew the cause. She paused, turning just as the younger prince's large, abomination of wings came into view. Ruben flew into the reach, obviously in pain. He landed upon the ground, his feet weakly supporting him. His body collapsed onto the ground, rolling across the floor to a heavy and slow stop. Ruben's wings weakly sprawled across the floor as the prince growled in pain. "Oh no," Klania mumbled, Turing to the servant medics. "You three, go help your future king." The three girls hesitantly left the room, leaving Selene and Klania alone with the prince. "Help me get him onto the bed." Klania urged Selene. The medic aided the aching prince to a bed. In one swift move, she reached down, ripping the prince's tunic up the side before pulling it over to reveal the left side of his chest. A dark ebony hole sat dwelling on his side, his heavy breathing pulsating the wound. Dozens of root-like veins of ebony trailed out from the wound, exploring his chest and stomach. "You ignorant boy." Klania growled, "Selene, hand me the syringe over there." Reaching into her small pack upon her leg, Klania pulled out a small bottle, using the syringe to suck the medicine out before injecting it into the prince, who seemed to slowly down, before passing out due to pain. The ebony seemed to calm as the medicine explored his system. Breathing, Klania gazed at Selene over the sleeping prince, "There's a lot to explain before he wakes, but I hope you'll keep this between us."
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 05, 2015, 08:15:21 pm
The journey to the reach had all been a blur to Selene. She had taken a deep breath and 'bounced' -a nickname she used for teleporting- to where she was told to be. It had been possibly the largest teleportation she had made in her life and she had stumbled a small amount before regaining her balance and confronting the lead medic, Klania. She had managed to keep her tone calm and respectful, as she had been taught to do when speaking to those of higher class that her, while explaining to the medic of the scene outside. Klania had been oddly calm about the whole thing, but Selene guessed that it was part of her job.
The brunette was about to leave with the three other servants, but she stopped herself as groans of pain grew louder as they neared the reach. Selene's stomach twisted as Prince Ruben came into view, quite clearly in agony. She simply nodded as she was ordered to help the prince to the bed, and if she had struggled she had not shown it after the many long years of carrying heavy loads that normally only men would be expected to carry. Selene realised that she was being surprisingly calm about the whole ordeal and took a second to tie her mahogany locks into its usual servant's bun with only a ribbon. As Klania pulled away the material covering Master Ruben's torso, Selene bit her lip hard to prevent her from gasping. "Selene, hand me that syringe over there." The blue-eyed girl turned to where the woman had gestured to and lifted a large syringe, paling slightly at its size. She watched warily as the Prince calmed, falling into the unconscious state of healing.
"There's a lot to explain before he wakes, but I hope you'll keep this between us." Selene looked down at the now-sleeping prince and noticed with a hint of surprise at how peaceful he looked. Normally, his features would be laced with hatred or at least annoyance, but now he looked quite handsome if it wasn't for the gaping wound in his side. Selene had never known if she had liked Master Ruben or not. Although he was snappy and distant, he was also misunderstood and lonely; an outcast in his own kingdom. Tightening her wings behind her back, her mind flickered back to the fact that she, too, was an outcast. "Of course, ma'am. I understand."
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 06, 2015, 05:18:36 am
You'll have to skip me, there's nothing Meriel can do at the moment.))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 06, 2015, 06:04:10 am
(You can always add them to the mix whenever if you wish!^-^ jump back in when you are ready)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 06, 2015, 07:04:27 pm
(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/216/9/5/tero_by_las_t-d6go6pk.jpg) Samuel Status; Injured and Being treated
(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/342/7/0/darxey_by_las_t-d6x5tba.jpg) Ruben Status; In pain, injured Klania glanced once more at the sleeping Prince before motioning for the girl to follow. The medic made her way across the room and into a small side door leading into a bedroom. With a reluctant sigh, she sat within a wooden chair, urging the girl to sit across from her. "You've no doubt hear of the fears of war. The Fallen are dastardly beings. Creative too. They're capable of concocting vicious weapons, and for years Master Samuel and Ruben have been in the middle of it. You know, they weren't always like this. The two used to be inseparable." Klania's gaze slid to the floor, disappointment painted her visage. "Now, the two just bicker and avoid one another. And the entire kingdom has fallen for it." Klania leaned back as a medical helper entered the room and began shifting upon the shelves for medicine. "Just retrieving more supplies for Master Samuel." She announced. Klania nodded before continuing in a whisper, "The kingdom is split in an uneven line. Samuel is supported and cared for by Many. Ruben?" She paused, "I watched the two boys grow..the only person that boy cared for was his mother up until the queens death. After that, Samuel became his life."
"Wait, are you saying Samuel isn't worth following?" The helper turned, raising a brow. "There's a reason I was whispering." Klania hissed. "Master Ruben plays anyone who gets close, he's a manipulator and quite honestly, a psychopath." The girl defended. Klania smiled in a content peace, "Either go care for Samuel or you'll be strung up in the dungeons." The girl paused, her look of annoyance sliding into fear, before she snatched up her supplies and left. "See, everyone is quick to defend the eldest. It's not Samuels fault. He tried to be there for Ruben. But Ruben was never..right. He's had many things taken from him, many people who betrayed him. Samuel wasn't promised the throne, it wasn't his birthright. And after what Master Ruben was put through to deserve the throne, ...well anyone would be mad. The boys grew apart, and one day on the battlefield Samuel was shot with an acid like poison the Fallen make. He would no doubt die in minutes. Afterwards Ruben came across someone, he says it was the Fallens leader but no one has ever seen them. Some believe they lack one. So, Ruben did what any desperate brother would do. He made a deal." Klania froze as the room beside them filled with a noise. She leaned back peering through the doorway. Ruben shifted in the bed, before falling Still once more. "That was a year ago. He approached Me later that day and told me what he did. His brothers health for his toxin. He needed something to keep the poison at bay, something to keep it mild and someone he could trust. So yes, I helped him. Not many do. And I know how that feels. He took his brothers wound to bring him back to life and for a year he's strolled about here with a poison in his blood that spreads and rages about once a week if he doesn't take his medicine. And I still can't find anything to get rid of it completely. He's been through a lot,.. so do us a favour and keep this between us."
"Klania.." Rubens sleepy voice called out as the boy shifted in the bed. A smile spread on Klania's lips, "He'll wish to speak with you. Wait here." She whispered, standing and making her way into the room. She offered the boy a smile, watching as he slowly sat up, his hand unconsciously running through his ebony hair. "Slow down, this is your fault after all." She scolded, grabbing two viles that sat upon the table before setting them in his hand. "I was too busy to take it."
"I doubt your duties call for your demise." She added, and Slowly Ruben nodded. "She knows." He mumbled, his eyes glued to the ground as Klania worked on his bandages. "How did you know she was in here..?" Klania questioned. Ruben tossed her a look of dissapointment, "Give me credit, Klania." With that, he stood, facing the side bedroom. "Selene, come on out.." Klania called, gathering her supplies. "Be nice, you'd be surprised how willing she was to listen and help." She whispered, before making her way to a shelf to put the things up.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 07, 2015, 05:56:00 am
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
Meriel with a sigh stepped deeper into the cavern, warm lights began to struck on the walls and large area in front. With a smile she took off her backpack and tossed it on tom of small desk, before she would then take off her bow and box of arrows, hang the bow on the wall where her all bows were hanged, along with the box of arrows. She never took of her bow and best arrows to murder someone, she thinks that it is only waste of good food that you want to use to spill some blood.
The elven sighed again, dragging her feet towards her bed, in which she fell on quite softly. Her bed was stuffed with feathers, the blanket that she used to cover her body was stuffed with feathers too, so it is both soft and quite warm. In the same bed could fit two people in, but Meriel always jokes that the bed is too small for her.
"Ye stop layin' in yer bed, lazy lass!" she heard very distant, yet clear voice shout out in the middle of her room. Slowly rising her head, she shot a calm look at the dwarf whom helped her earlier. "Grulhann Stonebeard? What are you doing here?" she narrowed her brows into a frown before she would then rise herself up to a sitting pose, then she threw herself on her feet, stomping the dark wood just to walk towards very short dwarf. "I was just making sure nobody followed ye. Ye owe me som'thing," he said, slightly puffing out his chest with his arms tightly holding the sides of his belly. "Oh, right, that'll need to wait, I still haven't got money from my leader," she said with a sigh, throwing a calm glare towards the entrance of her home. "Who's yer leader anyways?" he asked, narrowing his brows too. "That's none of your concern, Grulhann," Meriel shot a cold glare at the dwarf, and he only shrugged and slowly turned around. "I'm going to th' tavern to look for some work," he turned around and loudly walked outside of the cave.
Meriel looked at him leaving, before she with a sigh turned around and ran towards her bows and arrows, grabbing one bow and one box of arrows, her backpack as well, before she would then rush towards the outside of the cave. "I'm coming with you." Meriel knew that the dwarf isn't going to the tavern to look for some job. He'll just get drunk and end up sleeping in reserved rooms. But Meriel was hoping to meet her leader there, he's the one whom kinda gave the offer to shoot the oldest prince for a quite good cost.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History (optional) Relations (friendships, romances, family. Feel free to be friends with my charries, they might just be friends back) Habits Power (fallon are the only ones capable of powers though other species can use trained magic) Other
MAJOR WIP
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 07, 2015, 09:15:15 am
Selene, still very much in shock after the events of the day, tried very hard to take in all of the information Klania had given her. Her mind seemed jammed up with questions, demanding to be answered, and it was giving her quite the headache. Determined not to show her current weakness to the lead medic, Selene bit her lip and pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, where they still begged for her attention. The helper that had interrupted their conversation provided a simple distraction and Selene's crystal gaze slid over her, her face blank and emotionless for now. As the girl spoke, the brunette began to drum her fingers on the wooden arm of her chair, her patience growing thin with the girl's argument. Her lips twitched in amusement as Klania dismissed the girl and she cocked her head slightly as the servant looked at her. Well, now she's in for it with the other servants. She had never been popular in the castle, being Greta's quite obvious favourite, and had often got herself a beating from the other servant girls out of jealousy.
"Klania..." Selene's head shot up when the Prince's familiar voice called out. Looking down at her dress, she examined the torn mess of her skirts. They weren't too indecent, perhaps showing an inch or two of her stockings, but she still fumbled with the material to try and cover up as much as she could anyway. As Klania arose, Selene opened her mouth to speak, "But..ma'am, I'm-" she sighed as the lead medic turned her back and approached Master Ruben in the other room. As she was called out, she took a deep breath and stood up, taking her time to the doorframe.
Upon meeting the Prince's gaze, the servant performed a quick curtsey out of mere habit. "Your Majesty." Her voice, as usual, remained calm and careful, revealing nothing but respect as she had been taught. After a few seconds of silence, Selene glanced down at the wound. "Does it hurt?" Realising the ignorance of the question, the girl's eyes flashed. "I mean- does it hurt all the time?" Her tone- now braver- held a hint of curiosity, as it would if she was having a normal conversation, and perhaps even a layer of concern was noticeable. She was now standing a few steps away from the doorframe and her wings were curled impossibly tightly against her back, so tightly that her muscles began to ache with the tension.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 07, 2015, 11:28:17 pm
Samuel's gaze slowly recovered as his mind awoke. His seemingly unconscious body ached whether due to the arrow or just the throw from the horse. A deep groan slipped past his lips as he pushed the blankets aside, turning his head to gaze at the bandaged shoulder. He laid within his chambers, and after a quick look about, he suspected the aids left after bandaging him. With that in mind, he swung his feet over the bed and stood followed by an annoyed groan and a popping of a locked bone. The castle, the citizens; were any hurt? His eyed slid across the room to his dresser where his usual clothing and armor lay folded. It took him only minutes to get dressed, not including the five minute pause he took to breathe and push aside the pain. Dressed and awake, he made his way out of the room and towards his father's throne. The castle was grand, if anyone were to explore it's depths for the first time they'd surely think the same. Its marbled and golden walls glimmered beneath royal red tapestries. It was only a matter of minutes before the eldest Prince rounded a corner only to be greeted with shouts and anger. He was nowhere near the throne room, but mighty close to the Medic chambers.
Silence filled the large room after the girl's abrupt questions. Her lack of fear for the Prince and pure unconscious bravery to use such a tone when speaking with an idol of anger and power worked as both a shock and a slight peak in interest in the boy. Ruben lowered his head, cocking it as if studying the girl. He was notorious for his skills in manipulation and human anatomy, capable of predicting not only a beings next moves but their past moves and actions. As if about to speak, his lips parted slightly, but yet he remained silent, simply turning to retrieve the clothing Klania offered him. The prince turned to a rather large mirror covering a part of the wall across from the balcony. In a fluid like motion he slipped into a grey tunic, before tossing on a long, overcoat-like robe of ebony. He shifted the coat to adjust it before a sudden movement of the shirt forced his wings out. The odd colored wings flared half length, flapping to adjust to the clothing before settling back at his side. "Immensely." He finally replied in a accented tone drooling with proper royalty and power. A hand reached up to brush back a loose strand of his ebony hair that Freed itself during his wing's adjustment, "One gets used to it after a year or so.." Ruben turned on his heels, his gaze piercing and cold. They slid from Selene to Klania and finally rested upon an unlit candle beside him. With the simple wave of his hand the candle lit into a bright flame. "Ah, better. I hate the dark." He muttered. "Yes, the poison taints the mind. You'll never be exactly the same until you're cured. There are many things you dislike now due to it's power." Klania replied from across the room.
Ruben's almost relaxed visage suddenly hardened. He stared through Klania as if daring her to speak more, "Don't pretend the poison did this to me." Klania kept her gaze steady with his as she moved closer, handing him another vile of medicine to which he slipped in his pocket. "Don't forget who you're speaking to." She whispered. "Yes." He muttered more to himself, before gazing sideways at the girl. "Selene, is it? You seem well educated, you speak with a higher vocabulary level than most works in the castle. How did you end up here?" Before he could receive an answer, the door to the room flew open. The force slammed the wooden door into the wall with a loud crash. Ruben turned on his heels, his wings flaring out to block the two women instinctively. "Furl your wings. Now." The voice approached the three, and hesitantly Ruben did so. Gable, followed by two guards stood in the room, Gables gaze unforgiving. "You ungrateful boy." Gable scolded, his deep voice threatening. Ruben lifted his chin, standing infront of the two girls. "And the reason this time would be?"
"You had the attacker and allowed them to escape!?" Gable yelled. "You what?" A third voice questioned weakly from the doorway. Samuel strolled in, his gaze betrayed and glued to Ruben. Ruben paused, his mind wandering to his wound. He was no match for her at the time but he couldn't tell them that. His wound was a secret. "I did what I had to do." Ruben retorted. "She tried to kill me..and you let her walk?" Samuel accused. Rubens gaze fell soft. His crystalline eyes uncertain as his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You truly believe I wouldn't have protected you if I could? " Samuels gaze slid to the scar upon Ruben's lip, and Slowly Samuel gazed away. "You may doubt my loyalty," his eyes flickered over to Gable, "-or my ability to lead-" they slid back to Samuel, "-but don't ever doubt my care for you."
"You've done things, Ruben. Things we hid from the towns to save you. Things that if they knew, they'd riot." Samuels eyes glazed over, his hand running down his face in anxiousness. "You-" Samuel paused, and Gable sent him a sharp look, "You just aren't the same anymore Ruben." Ruben's gaze would assumingly have grown sadder, yet the boy's visage only hardened and grew colder. "You're going to banish me?" Ruben questioned, almost daring the king. "No," Gable met his gaze, "I could never do that."
A disbelieving laugh slipped past the boys lips, and something within his icy gaze snapped "I didn't know you possessed forgiveness." Ruben stepped closer, "Don't pretend you have limits when it refers to me,..it never stopped you before." With that, Ruben whirled around, pausing to glance at Klania. She gazed at him with remorse. 'Thank you', he mouthed before looking to Selene. "Nice wings." He whispered, whether referring to her mutation or simply stating an opinion, he seemingly almost smiled before pushing towards the balcony. Without another word, he took off.
(Love the dwarf's quote, Phrogress.^-^
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 08, 2015, 03:01:51 am
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Sorry for the absence! Had some busy days. But I'm back now :3 ))
(http://i58BannedImageSite/29lzsyr.jpg) Charlie
Charlie heard the kings gruff yet soft voice in his ear over the worried chattering of the crowd. His eyes narrowed to hear what the king was saying. When he understood, Charlie simply nodded, a slightly intense look on his face. When the crowd had dispersed moderately, and the Prince had been aided to the castle, Charlie spread his wings. Without a word, he shot up into the air and out of the courtyard. He followed the path he had watched the attacker take from the roof. Charlie looked over the city with his large brown eyes, determination bolted through them. He was a pretty good tracker if he was determined. Charlie was good at getting the information without even using any violence. Persuasive words and money usually did the trick. His eyes twinkled when he saw the long hair of the women who had attacked the prince. He stuck to the air, silently following her from above. Once she leapt into the woods beyond the city, he landed on a high rooftop near the bridge. Charlie would wait a little to see if-and when-she would leave. He stayed visibly out of sight on the roof, watching the trees.
((Hope it's alright that Charlie tracked Arnarra. He won't find your cavern though))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 08, 2015, 05:24:50 am
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History (optional) Relations (friendships, romances, family. Feel free to be friends with my charries, they might just be friends back) Habits Power (fallon are the only ones capable of powers though other species can use trained magic) Other
MAJOR WIP
The dwarf shot cold gaze over his shoulder, addressing it to the elven right on his heels. With a cold, yet incredibly rough laugh he swung his gaze out from it's lil' socket right on his back. The blades of the axe were sharp, and seemingly they were somehow 'glowing', or reflecting moonlight by the very tips. The handler was covered in brown straps of leather, the very end of it had this some sort of right, which he used to freely spin the axe on his finger.
Weird dude he is. He preffers not fresh food than baked food, and yet he never is sick or gets one. Arnarra met him on one of her missions, when she had to ally with a dwarf and then steal some stuff from the kings. Though, Arnarra was the one who stole everything, Grulhann was drinking King's ale to the very last drop. Gladly, the elven managed to get their both arses out from Kingdom's territory safely, but she promised to herself to never ally with another dwarf ever again.
They both were heading for the tavern, which was very deep in the very corner of the town. Yet, while she was walking, she could already hear loud shouts and screams, causing her to only grunt at the sounds of drunk people. Arnarra despied drunk people, or even alcohol. The liquid only messed up their minds, but it never helped them to get rid of bad memories.
When they walked into the tavern, Arnarra felt different here, in this atmosphere than she felt outside. She stopped by the door, shooting a worried look at the outside, as if she finally understood what that feeling was. Someone was watching her, as she believes, but then she just closed the door and grabbed one of her daggers for her own safety. She walked through the crowd of alcoholics, her eyes were looking for that familiar face of her leader. She indeed saw a man with black mask in the very corner of the tavern. It's grey and yet unbrushed hair was standing upwards, and Meriel walked towards him. The man threw a bag of full-filled coins, and Meriel nodded her head, slowly walking away.
When Meriel turned around, the man cleared his throat, making Meriel turn back at him, shooting a cold glare at the note he was holding. Snatching it swiftly she faced the door, slowly heading outside with her knife tight in her grip.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 08, 2015, 07:49:04 am
Selene had not realised she had been holding her breath until the Prince had aimed a question towards her; opening her mouth to speak, she had let out a long breath, almost a sigh. She had been asked the question many times before, but she had long since come up with a fool-proof answer. The real story was much more brutal than the cover-up one. It had been many years since she had dared to even think of it, but now she could not help it. Her mind flashed back to the long cane coming down on her with such force, she screamed for the man to stop. Her father. The control freak. He would often strike her until her back was bloody with the same wretched cane because she had been seen and not heard, or her hair was unkept and messy. He liked everything to be perfect- her father. But nothing ever was good enough for him. She has been thirteen when she ran away with a suitcase containing her only comfortable dress and her teddy bear. Greta had found her lying huddled at the foot of the castle steps outside and taken her in. She was snapped out of her thoughts as the door burst open, causing her to openly wince.
As the King's face was revealed, Selene automatically bowed her head in respect, looking down at the floor as she was taught. With a jolt of embarrassment, she realised that she should have been doing the same with Master Ruben, but considering the circumstances the thought had slipped her mind. Already feeling a great amount of sympathy to the Prince, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from saying anything stupid in his defense. She dared a look upwards as the future king entered the room, and she darted a glance towards Klania, who seemed to be doing the same as her. The pain in her back was not becoming more that uncomfortable as she lightly shifted her wings to release them from their tension for just a second.
Raising her head completely as the Prince turned towards her, her eyes sparked with interest before she could avert her gaze. "Nice wings." Selene snapped her gaze back to Ruben, although her face was emotionless, her lips had paled and her cheeks had flushed. Years of keeping her mutation a secret and he had found out that easily? She watched after him as he turned and left, her head had began to hurt with exhaustion. After hesitating for a few seconds, Selene turned her gaze to Klania, "Greta will be looking for me, ma'am." She gave a quick nod of her head to the lead medic before turning to the royalty in the room. "Your highnesses." She bowed a small curtesy before turning to leave through the door behind her leading straight to the stairs for the servant's quarters.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 08, 2015, 11:54:39 pm
The room fell quiet as Ruben made his exit. Samuel took a step forward, hesitating as if tempted to follow his brother. "Let him go." Gable mumbled, "He's an adult and can make his own decisions." Samuel turned, gazing down as Selene bowed to Gable. He raised a brow, watching the girl leave as Gable greeted Klania. "I'll expect a reasoning for him being here." Gable announced. Klania's eyes narrowed, but she nodded. With the two distracted, Samuel turned on his heels following after the girl. "Selene is it?" He called out, limping to catch up to her. "I'm sure I've seen you about. What exactly was my brother doing in there?"
The forest always was a captivating place for Ruben. He however had no intent on spending his time there alone. "Greetings." The voice was seductive, soft, and alluring. Ruben paced within the clearing, pausing at the sound of her voice. "My little prince." She cooed, stepping out of the brush. Pale skin and Dark eyes. Her ebony curls fell past her even darker wings. A fallen, and not just any. The leader. "How's the boo boo?" Ruben narrowed his eyes in disgust. "Oh," she scolded gently, "Don't gaze at me like that. I've been good to you." She stepped closer with graceful strides. "I've helped you, my dear." Using her fingers she traced his Jawline. Ruben moved his chin up, snatching his face away. "You've gone cold on me, Ruben." She scolded. "You're twisted." He mumbled. "I see the truth," she corrected. "And you do too. You belong with us, Ruben. Your own father hates you..your brother." She smiled, "Well he feels the same."
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 09, 2015, 12:39:27 am
(http://i60BannedImageSite/33myir4.jpg) Charlie
Watching carefully over the rooftop, Charlie observed the girl walking into the tavern. There was way too many people in there to even think about approaching her. His wings were folded up tight on his back as he crouched low. Charlie waited only a few minutes before the girl re-appeared. There was barely anybody outside now except for a few passed out drunks slumped on the walls. He felt his entire body tense when he got a good look at her. Why, she didn't look like the 'brutal murder attempt' type at all. Charlie knew not to judge a book by its cover though. This girl had the nerve and the aim to shoot the Prince. Plus she must have snuck past all the guards to get up onto the roof. Charlie gave her credit for that. Standing up now, Charlie leaped off of the roof. He let his wings unfurl just a little to help him glide down. His feet touched down sharply right in front of the girl. ((Shortness))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 09, 2015, 06:58:56 am
It was hard for Selene not to roll her eyes when Master Samuel caught up to her. She was exhausted and surely her job was at risk more and more with every second to delayed eeturning to Greta. "I'm sure I've seen you about. What exactly was my brother doing in there?" A hint of annoyance crept up in Selene's mind, but she made sure it didn't reach her cool features. Not even a thank you? Well, welcome to the life a of a servant. "I'm sorry, sire, but I really do not know. I came up here to tell Miss Klania of your injury when he arrived. I was told to find some kind of bottles and jars from the bedroom." With a quick nod of her head, she gestured to the bedroom. "I could not hear a word they were saying." Selene was shocked that the lies could slip so easily from her tongue, but she realised with a jolt of panic, that Klania knew not of her hasty excuse. Straightening up her tired posture, the brunette tightened her wings against her back hopefully for the last time today. She could feel the bandages that were wound around her chest and back begin to slip, causing more of an abrupt pain in her shoulders. Shifting uncomfortably, she awaited the future king's dismissal, although she expected further questioning.
[Gah, so much shortness]
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 09, 2015, 07:11:15 am
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History (optional) Relations (friendships, romances, family. Feel free to be friends with my charries, they might just be friends back) Habits Power (fallon are the only ones capable of powers though other species can use trained magic) Other
MAJOR WIP
Meriel noticed a sillhouette rush down from the roof, her cold look seemed to get calmer at the very sight of glass wings. She crossed her arms on her chest, hiding the small knife in her armpit. It's the royal guard from today's event, and it is quite surprising to see him here, at this moment. He followed her that's for sure, Meriel bets that the guard will want a revenge of the prince, or he'll try to take her down, which won't be very easy for him. Meriel just stood there, blankly staring at the man as if she's asking 'What do you want?'.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 10, 2015, 02:34:31 am
Samuel's dented pride only lessened at the sight of the seemingly annoyed servant. Perhaps she was tired, or perhaps he read her wrong. Hesitantly, Samuel furrowed his brow. He nodded to her words, his gaze worried but slowly turned cold. "If there is anything you are keeping from me, I will find out." He whispered dangerously, "And im sure you're aware of the penalty to liars." With that, he stepped out of her way, his princely pride now returning. He sent Selene one more glance before beginning down the hallway. No doubt Gable will need him within the throne room.
"You know that family will be the death of you." The fallen girl hissed. He seductive trance heightened as she princes forward with an agile grace. Her fingertips danced across the prince's shoulders, sliding down to his wound. With a single tap, Ruben hissed. He lunged out of her grasp, growling at the smirk on her lips. "That poison will consume you." She warned, her tone playful. "But since you're so much more than anything I've met..ill give you this." Unfolding her fingers, a small bottle rolled in her palm. "Ale?" He questioned. "Safety." She replied, "The poison will consume you, medicine or not in a mere 24 hours. Take the drink, save yourself if you find yourself incapable if taking death peacefully. But it will allow your true horror to show. You won't care, compassion wont exist." Ruben grounded his teeth, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Take the high road, and die. Or fall to me, Ruben. I'll be waiting." Her curvy body slowly slid into the shade, her ebony outfit morphing into the darkness.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 10, 2015, 06:15:54 am
(http://i57BannedImageSite/531auf.jpg) Charlie
The street was quiet. Except for a few muffled conversations from inside the tavern. Nobody seemed to be coming out any time soon. Himself and the girl were virtually alone in the street. Giving a small sigh, Charlie walked around the girl slowly. Casually. His face was rather expressionless, somewhat in thought. Charlie stopped in front of the girl again, straightening and looking at her. "Why'd you try to shoot the Prince?" He asked simply, British tinge hanging in the question. His voice wasn't at all threatening. It was rather calm, and the slightest bit puzzled. "Forgive me, but you don't look like much of the Rebellion type." Charlie said, cocking an eyebrow slightly.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 10, 2015, 07:31:45 am
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: friend of Grulhann Stonebeard
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice.
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: 33 years old Gender: lad. Species: dwarf. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Grulhann is rather tall for his specie, very bulky and muscular lad who has top of his head bold. He also has orange beard and mustache, his beard has five braids, back of his head he has long hair still growing, and he attends Meriel to cut the tips of his beard and hair from time to time. He wears a lot of armor, as provided in the picture, and he as well carries a long sword and an axe on his back. His forehead and top of his head is tattooed by his old tribe, before the winged creatures took over the kingdom. Personality: Grulhann is very talented in combat battles, very strategic and quite loyal to Meriel only. He can be very stubborn, unfriendly and impolite, but if you get to know him better, he is quite a nice lad. Very nosy, though.
History: Meh.
Relations: friend of Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah. Habits: - Always ask for ale (beer). - Head-butt into a conversation that doesn't need him in. Power: nope. Other: Nothing.
WIP
Meriel just stood there, her blank look very slowly shifted into a sinister smile. The elven didn't want to answer, but this conversation might lead to something more interesting than just standing in one place. She went silent after his question, also his comment about her, but then she would laugh sarcastically and sweep past him. "We're always different from what we look like," she said in her usual soft tone, taking her dagger out and playing with in as she made her way back to the forest.
Meriel stopped not too far from the royal guard, turning back at him while she threw her dagger up and down, catching it very easily. "About the Prince... It's my job," she mumbled quietly, opening up to the stranger as if this is not a secret.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 10, 2015, 09:00:32 am
Master Samuel's words caused her to shiver. Did this count as betrayal? What if she went to prison? Her already-pale lips turned white as she bent down in a quick curtsey before hurrying down towards the stairs. With her feet scuffing the floor, she managed to trip a few times on the steps but clutched the stone walls to prevent her from falling. Reaching the servant's quarters after what seemed like forever, she slowed her pace as she made her way towards her own bedroom, past the point of caring about what Greta thinks of her. Closing the door swiftly behind her, Selene advanced toward the tall mirror in her room, wincing at her disheveled appearance. Her dress was torn and bloody from when she was in the courtyard, her hair was half-in and half-out of her usual servant's bun and her was was pale and pinched. The only thing about her that remained the same, as always, were her eyes. Still burning bright with a fierce determination and an icy beauty.
It would normally only take her a few minutes to change, but Selene had to tend to the problem of her wings. Removing the loosening bandages wrapped around her torso, she gritted her teeth as her blood-soaked shoulders were revealed. One of the many problems of having to hide her wings was that the way she folded them was not right for her body, resulting in the sharp feathers cutting into her skin and creating many deep wounds up and down her back. Stretching out her wings, tears came to her eyes as her locked muscles protested, but she continued to roll her shoulders and flap her wings a few times to get them to properly work again. Taking a cloth and hastily wiping away the blood on her back with some rubbing alcohol, she fetched another bandage from her drawers and bit her lip. This was the last one. Shaking her head, she started to bind the bandage tightly around her chest and back, tears now streaming down her face at the familiar pain.
With her dress on and her hair fixed and the usual look of pure determination set on her face, Selene made for the door. Opening it, she took a step back in both shock and fear. One, two, three, four of her fellow servant girls were crowded around her doorway. "Excuse me, please." Averting her gaze, the brunette tried to push past of the the girls in the middle, only resulting in getting pushed back unnecessarily hard. Clutching the doorframe, she sighed as she met the middle girl's gaze. "Is there a problem?" She smiled sweetly, only managing to make the once-angry girl now furious. "We heard that ye've been sucking up to the Royals." Selene did not expect what came next. All she could see was a clenched fist coming up towards her face and without even the time to wince, she was sprawling backwards and clutching her cheek. The four girls advanced on her, one of them closing the door behind them. Pushing her to the ground, they began to kick at her wherever they could. Curling up into a tight ball, Selene begged for it to be over. She had often been pushed around by the other girls, but never like this. When they finally stopped, she didn't relax until the door closed behind them. Do not cry. She would not let them see her cry. Shakily standing up, she clutched her aching ribs. Nothing seemed broken, although she had a nasty cut on her left cheekbone. Great.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 12, 2015, 01:41:29 am
(Will post tomorrow afternoon school!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 13, 2015, 04:21:16 pm
Bump :3))
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 13, 2015, 11:48:04 pm
The forest's chorus fell quiet into a distant hum as Ruben stood alone in the clearing. His crystalline gaze remained fixed on the short sprouts of greenery scattered about. The palm of his hand warmed the tiny bottle of liquid defeat as his fingers tightened around it. Immediately the wound on his side began to heat up, and his eyes closed in despair. She wasn't bluffing. Thin lips parted, his chest releasing a deep breath unconsciously held within him. A day. That wasn't long at all, and Ruben knew it. Slipping the bottle into his pocket, he gazed about as if unsure what to do. As if searching for any witnesses to the occurrence, someone he could perhaps ask help from. Yet, even if someone had witnessed something, he knew he wouldn't ask anything of them. For moments, he stood still in the clearing. His eyes shut, his breath calm.
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Klania gazed at the closed door. The medics chambers were now empty besides her. Gable had managed to interrogate her, but her answers remained the same. She always was a skilled liar. A deep sigh escaped her lips, and she turned to make her way to the back room. Her back turned to the balcony, she froze at the sound of flapping. Only once it fell silent did she turn. He stood as he always did. Tall, sharp, his ebony hair slicked back and his unwelcomed wings against his back. Ruben's gaze of anger and annoyance no longer showed, and instead an emotion That sent chills down Klania's back. Fear. "You didn't.." she whispered, her own eyes growing weary. Ruben opened his mouth to speak, but instead gazed away with despair. "I told you not to push her,..how long?" She questioned. "A day."
Klania's chest tightened, "Did she offer a deal?" Ruben paused, would he? "Course not." He conjured, gazing away from her. A sudden look of defeat crossed her visage, "There's a way. There always is." Ruben met her desperate eyes, the figure he'd grown to look at far different than others. She was one of the few to stand by him. "And if anyone can find it, you can." Ruben managed a false smile. Reassuringly, Klania nodded, before turning on her heels and reaching for a bookshelf no doubt to begin her research.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 15, 2015, 03:29:04 pm
My apologies for my absence! My internet here hasn't been great. I PMed Phrogress about my situation but it should be completely fixed by tomorrow))
(http://i60BannedImageSite/2e1zzgk.jpg) Charlie
He furrowed his brow slightly in thought. This girl was rather clever. "I can see that." He replied to the girl. As she walked away, he had a feeling she knew that Charlie would follow. He needed information. Coming back to the King with nothing wouldn't be the 'best' work day for him. Her job? Charlie let his hands rest at his sides, one finger tapping on his leg. "Your job, huh?" Charlie spoke up. "And who, pray tell, is your employer?" He walked forward after her at a leisurely pace, a calmness still resting on his face. Charlie's deep brown eyes raked over the girl carefully. She was rather tall and slim. Not quite his height. He simply studied her. Charlie wasn't sure where all her strength came from, but assumed she relied on agility due to her stature.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 15, 2015, 05:32:54 pm
Despite her exhaustion Selene still had a maid's duty to fulfill so, after cleaning the cut on her cheekbone, she exited her room and made her way to the kitchens. Every time she caught sight of one of the other maids, her guts twisted but she held her head up high. As she entered the kitchens, the familiar scent of baking settled her nerves as she slipped into line at her usual working table. Glancing at the list hanging from the wooden beam just above her head, she rolled her sleeves up and got to work. The food had to be understandably perfect to the last detail for the Princesses birthday and the quantities for even the smallest of snacks were large. She could feel the other servant's curious eyes on her, but the brunette managed to ignore them and slip into the hurried rythm of her work.
As she cut tiny leaf shapes from an array of tropical fruit, her mind wandered back to her first year here. She had, at first, loved the fact that she was living in the actual castle and would marvel at the seemingly endless riches within. That was until she had started work. Selene had not been used to waking up earlier than sunrise, but all servants were expected to wake up at 4am sharp and she had struggled to force her fatigued limbs from the creaky bed that she slept in. In the early days of her maid's job, she would follow Greta around everywhere, picking up on the smallest of things in the castle that the servants would do. For example, it was expected for any servant to turn away if any guest or resident of the castle passed them in the corridor and not draw attention to themselves. The younger Selene had asked, why should they act like merely a peice of furniture, but the older servants had just laughed at her naivety.
As the years had passed, Selene had grown accustomed to the hardships of a servant's life and each day found the back breaking work ever-so-slightly easier. Now, cleaning out the stables would only take her an hour at the most and preparing the countless amounts of extravagant foods for the Royals would be almost enjoyable. When no one was looking, she would often take a truffle or two and smuggle it out for after dinner. It was little luxuries like this that kept her smiling and her usual curious self.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 15, 2015, 07:18:49 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice (idek. There has been told that Elves have knack for learning magic, so I assume it's any magic that is possible. If not, can you please explain how the magic goes for elves?)
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History: Meh. Relations: Friend of Arnarra. Habits: Talking about beer or tavern, being very stubborn. Power: N/A. Other: Welp.
WIP
Meriel looked at the royal guard blankly, she didn't felt scared, or okay with his structure lingering around. Though, she didn't felt like leaking information she is tend to keep hidden to the royal guard. These pesky lil' brats form the city are nothing but trouble and problem, like a homeless dog who got attached to you. Yes, Meriel is indeed equalizing the royal guard with a dog. It's obvious she hates royal guards for her own reasons.
Meriel just stood there, sighing softy before she would cross her arms on her chest. "My employer is a very colorful unicorn with great, purple wings. Why do you think I will tell you, hm? Just because you're a royal guard for me you have no power outside the Castle's territory, nor inside of it," she mumbled rather coldly, glaring at him like the man in front of her is nothing less but an unwanted enemy.
Meanwhile the tavern's door shot open, loud laughs which were heard inside echoed out even loudier, causing Meriel to glance over royal guard's shoulder just to see Grulhann walk outside with a large mug in his hand. "Oi! Mer', th' tavern will soon end! Ye better get some of that ale!" the dwarf yelled to the woman, knowing she's around somewhere, but he only saw glass wings attached to a weird man which was standing in front of the elven. "A royal guard! Mer', ye didn't make up wi'h a royal guard!" the man dropped the mug on the ground, his brows narrowing down his eyes as he quickly reached for his hammer. Swinging it off his back, he held the large weapon in his hand as if it's nothing less but a feather. "No, I didn't. He just wanted to know what 'Go away' means," she gritted her teeth coldly to the royal guard, before walking past him towards the dwarf. "You dropped your mug," she mumbled quietly before she would crouch down, then jump into the air, grapping roof's top and use it to throw herself up on the building. "If anything you'll know where to meet me, StoneBeard," she said loudly to the dwarf, looking down at him just as he nodded his head. "I am going back to drink ale, lass. See ye later," he picked the mug off the ground, carrying it back to the loud tavern. He was obviously on edge, seemingly, he hated royal pesks too.
Meriel glanced at royal guard, before she would turn around and run towards the forest, attempting to flee from the royal guard.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 15, 2015, 07:56:59 pm
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 16, 2015, 12:35:58 am
As the days hours passed and the glorious halls of the castle soon feel lit only by the lights within its walls, Ruben's condition dramatically worsened. By the time the royal family gathered within the dining hall for dinner, he was absent. Gable and Divinity sat side by side while Samuel seated himself across from them and Valencia made herself comfortable standing at the tables edge, toying with the tables decor and cloth. "Where is your brother?" Divinity questioned, raising a brow at Samuel and Analyse. Samuel glanced about as if just noticing Ruben's absence. "I haven't seen him since this morning." Divinity's eyes flashed with worry, but subsided at Gables voice, "Leave the boy be, love. He's struggling with himself. He'll return when he's ready." The room filled with the fluttering of Valencia's tiny wings as she turned excitedly towards the doorway. She released some inaudible squeal before stumbling to the figure that entered the room, dragging a sense of ill being and pain with him. Nonetheless, Ruben swept the Child up into his arms without missing a beat, though his face scrunched as if in pain at her boisterous jump into his arms. His pale skin seemed even paler, and dark circles painted beneath his dull eyes. "Goodness, Child. Are you ill?" Divinity questioned. Ruben held the child on his hip, gazing at her with a Weak smile. "Tired, simple lack of rest." Ruben mumbled, stroking a hair from the smiling girls face. He bent down, placing her on the floor. As her feet hit the marble floors, Ruben seemed to gasp in pain, gripping his side as nonchalantly as he could conjure. With that, he managed his way to the table, sitting heavily in the chair beside the small girl.
(Accepted, of course its fine!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 16, 2015, 11:53:23 pm
{Thank you, may I get a quick re-cap?}
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 17, 2015, 12:26:36 am
(The kingdom celebrated the youngest princess' birthday where Arnarra shot Samuel with an arrow and Charlie went after her and her friend. Nathaniel revealed he's secretly hurt and Selene found out. The kingdom has a traitor somewhere in it's midst but its not a large threat yet. Now the royal family is seated at dinner where Nathaniel showed up, after being given a deal by asecret woman and has 24 hours to live .)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 17, 2015, 02:39:44 am
I was wondering if I could reserve a spot for a princess? I believe I was in the older version of this roleplay as a princess, or it was one quite similar. I was hoping to bring my character back.
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97GdezU37LQ/UkR3eAaE2qI/AAAAAAAAN3Y/rMAQrXUn-vY/s1600/Hair-Color-To-Look-Young.jpg) Analyse Princess of Nosric "You 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."
As usual Analyse had gotten up earlier than most in the castle. There was no reason to it she just seemed to be an early riser, which to her was a good thing since she didn't miss anything and was always ready in case something was to suddenly come up. If she remembered correctly she had overheard her father speaking with her mother and a few of the advisors about a meeting being held today, Ana wasn't completely sure why but she had overheard some gossip that yet a few more citizens has been murdered. Like most news she found out Analyse kept it to herself, not telling her bothers or sister and nor her friends. The only creature she actually told was Stanton. Having the ability to talk to animals and all did have its advantages. As she was getting dressed she was warned about the meeting starting in several minutes, meaning she'd have the last few minutes to put on her dress whilst they got her steed ready to ride along side her family. Even though this was a serious meeting, she was rather exciting for her. Not only would she be out the her family but she'd be able to see all of the towns people. A smile was sprawled across the young womans face as she danced around her room; twirling and whirling around, her puppy barking as she done so. Chuckling she knelt down the pet the young canine before heading towards her large wooden wardrobe and getting out a beautiful white dress. Grabbing it out she quickly pulled it on, one of the maids came in to her assistance and laced up the back "Thank you Gwenith, is my father ready for me now?" she smiled as she brushed down the dress "Yes m'am, they're are bringing your horses to the yard." the dark haired woman spoke softly as she smiled. Nodding Ana pushed herself up from the bed "Thank you. Could you make sure you keep and eye on Kobe and Indie, they love getting up to no good..." she chuckled as she left the room.
Hurrying down the many flights of stairs the young woman passed several members of the palace, dipping her head respectfully and muttering a simple, yet polite 'Hello' as she passed them, although it was rather rushed as the others were already mounting their horses. Keeping up the quick pace she managed to get outside before they had already left. Sighing in relief she approached the large black stallion known as Stanton. "Hey boy, excited for the big day?" she spoke softly as she hurled herself onto the equine "Sure am, I love seeing the towns people!" many people would see her as crazy when having conversations with the animals, because all they were able to hear way the neights, woofs and other sounds the animals would usually make. Nodding her head she smiled "It is quite amazing" she agreed as she roughly patted the equines sides. Soon enough they set off. She swayed and bobbed up and down gently in the saddle as they set off towards the gates, which were growing larger as they drew closer. Her eyes lit up as the gates were slowly opened, revealing the crowds of people.
As she wondered through the gates upon horse back with the rest of the palace members she rasied her hand and gave it a slow, gentle wave. A smile had grown across her face once again revealing her nice, white teeth. Whilst doing so she also nodded her head at the citizens in another form of a greeting. Suddenly they stopped, her eyes wondered around as she examined the area. Letting out a sigh she hurled herself off of her horse "I'll be back before you know it." she spoke quickly kissing the horses snout, after she had been lead up the long flight of stairs and up onto a balcony with the rest of her family - her and her two brothers were stood in a line whilst their younger sister seemed a run around, however she chuckled once Ruben snatched her up. Her gaze turned back onto the crowds below who seemed to now be silent as her father spoke, now and then people would cheer and jump up, waving their hands and shouting out one of the royals names to get their attention. Even though they were to remain still, Ana would wave at the younger ones who called out 'Princess' which brought a smile to her face. Standing in a rather calm manner she listened to what her father told the fellow crowds below.
{Skip to now and thank you for the recap}
It had only been a day or so/few hours(?) since her brother had been wounded whilst at the meeting. She hadn't seen anyone at the event, and she didn't even notice until the crowds began shoving one another and few began to panic. She had been questioning since to why would anyone want to shoot her brother? She knew they had enemies who probably wanted them dead, but how did they get into the kingdom? This did annoy her as her brother was completely innocent at the time, and she would sure venture out some time to find this foul being, but for now she'd remain around the kingdom in case her assistance was needed for anything. Whether it be helping at around their home, helping her brother, looking after the palace pets or looking after her little sister - she didn't mind which she'd still help out. Analyse was outside in the courtyard accompanied by Kobe and Indie and of course her trusty steed Stanton. The palace guards would often try and reason with the lass, but also slightly lecture her about allowing her horse to wonder around the courtyard without being tied up, but she didn't take much notice, he was well disciplined and done what ever she told him to. Besides he was no trouble. The pups were more danger than him. Watching the stallion carefully trot around the yard with the pups she chuckled. Indie and Kobe seemed to be bickering as to who was bigger, faster and stronger - Stanton also being involved but the older creature just laughed it off. Her eyes wondered onto the distant forests and she tilted her head, soon she would venture out since she hadn't in a while. Since she had been outside for several hours she decided to go indoors for a short while.
Lifting herself carefully onto her feet she looked towards the playing creatures, who came to a sudden stop in front of her. Grabbing the horses snout she ran her hand across "I'm going inside now and taking these rascals. just go around as you please, or your usual antics of visiting the horses in the small yard paddocks. Being a flirt with the mares..." she chuckled roughly patting his neck "I'll take you out later!" she quickly added. Nodding his head Stanton then stomped a hoof and reared up "Sure, just whistle!" the horse called before shooting off down one of the paths which lead towards the horses yard. Analyse quickly entering the house with the two pups, who then bolted down the corridors pushing and shoving one another, still playfully bickering. Chuckling at the duo she continued her way down the large halls, humming peacefully to herself.
Hearing a be ring the young womans eyes widened as she realized the time, this was when the family usually gathered for dinner. Looking down towards the two pups she coughed to get their attention "You two hurry along to the kitchen, I'm sure Gweneth will have your lunch prepared..." she smiled waiting for the two to hurry off "Food? Let's go!" the two barked whilst looking at one another, then quickly bolting down the corrido . Chuckling to herself she turned left and excelled into a quick jog, no one was outside of the room so they had more than likely already entered. Within minutes she arrived at the large wooden doors. Placing her hand on the hard surface she pushed one open and quietly entered the large dining room.
The corner of Analyses lips curled up into a smile as she placed her hand onto the heavy seat and pulled it out. Luckily the family hadn't began to eat, so she wasn't too late. Settling herself down in the seat she placed her hands on the side and pulled herself in, stomach now inches away from her stomach. The room remained in silence until their stepmother questioned the presence of her brother. Raising a brow Ana glanced arouns, now just noticing her brother wasn't here. Parting her lips to answer the womans question she was then stopped as Ruben spoke up, but she just simply nodded in agreement. Analyse sat for a few minutes glancing around, then quickly pulling her elbows off of the table she glanced towards the door. Samuel came wondering in looking rather I'll "Samuel, are you feeling any better? " she questioned, rather concerned for her brothers well being.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 17, 2015, 04:59:01 am
(http://i57BannedImageSite/2m84e3l.jpg) Charlie
He felt his eyes roll at the girls snarky comment. Although his version of polite was a little different, he knew he couldn't really use it on her any longer. Force wouldn't work any better. Charlie believed it would make things so much worse. Turning his head at the sound of a man, his brown eyes rested upon a short hardy looking man. Charlie didn't flinch at his presentation of the weapon. When the girl jumped to the roof he felt a little spark inside of him. He didn't know it, but it took him back to his younger days. Charlie let his polite Royal Advisor act drop sometimes on accident. As she turned and ran, a small smirk pulled at the edges of his lips. Charlie spread his wings and launched himself into the air. He whipped through the air, lowering himself to the girls level. The rush of the wind and the flight shoved his usual polite 'diplomatic' act down. Charlie flew right beside her as she ran, looking over at her. "This purple unicorn sounds like quite the creature to be reckoned with." He chuckled over the wind. Charlie wasn't going to lose so easily.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 17, 2015, 08:08:20 am
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice.
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History: Meh. Relations: Friend of Arnarra. Habits: Talking about beer or tavern, being very stubborn. Power: N/A. Other: Welp.
WIP
Meriel shot a cold gaze at the Royal Guard flying beside her, before she immedietly stopped and arched her arm, pointing her palm at the roayl guard. Her palm seemed to glow in bright red color, until a lrge ball of fire shoot right at the guard in an attempt to at least hit him or even blind him. That would be enough for Meriel to again attempt to flee.
If she would indeed hit the man, she would quickly jump down into the street and rush through the citizens, tyring tomix herself in with the crowd before heading towards the forest. The Royal Guard will be nothing but trouble on her heels, or he'll just be a dog who seeks a shelter.
If she would miss, Meriel would still try to mix herself with the citizen crowd in the street.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 17, 2015, 11:36:28 am
With a gleaming tray held balanced in her right hand and her left holding up the skirts of her dress, Selene hurried through the corridor without even stumbling. Whenever she had a tray in her hand, she noticed, her usual clumsy self seemed to slip away. Glancing in one of the many mirrors decorating the walls, she sighed. Her hair was lovely, twisted into a messy bun-like shape and weaved into a French braid just above. Greta had lended her one of her old dresses, one that was reserved as a servant's should be but still was quite eye-catching, bringing out the blue in her eyes. She would have looked kind of nice if it wasn't for the red line across her cheek; she looked like she has been in some sort of fight. But you were. The angry, vengeful part of her mind was pushed aside as she quickened her pace down the last corridor.
Joining the line of servants outside the double doors of the dining hall, the brunette adjusted the crystal wine beaker on her tray, taking a second to marvel at the beauty of the design. She could hear snickers behind her back, but instead of turning around she merely set back her shoulders and raised her head. The cut on her cheek burned, but she acted as if it was not there. Advancing forward as the doors opened, Selene hurried along and slipped into her usual routine of setting the table. She was normally the lead girl for serving the Royal Family at meal times so often did the majority of the work. She poured half a glass of the finest wine in each of the set out glasses except one in which she filled with grape juice enhanced with glitter to make it 'sparkle'. She smiled at the thought of young Princess Valencia's reaction towards this concoction and turned to leave the now-set table.
Unlike the other servants, she was permitted to stay during the meal in case the family needed anything. She had been the only one allowed to do this because, they said, she was small and easy to ignore. Deep down, Selene knew the real reason was that she had no one close to tell of the secrets she learned. Standing by her usual post next to the door, she kept her eyes down on her shoes and her wings tight agaisnt her back as the Royals entered. The demands given to Selene were never that hard to see to; if someone asked for a napkin, she would provide plenty. If someone wanted a new plate, she would slide over gracefully and silently, as she had been taught, collect the used plate and replace it with a shining new one. She couldn't help but linger her curious gaze over Prince Ruben's empty seat every so often, but each time she told herself not to get involved or worried.
She was refilling the Queen's glass of wine when the doors opened suddenly, causing her to jump and spill a tiny splash of the dark red liquid. Whispering sincere apologies, she scurried away to retrieve more napkins to clean up her mess. Selene did not dare look up, although she could already guess who had entered. Picking up the lace-trimmed cloth, a voice hissed at her from a tiny gap in the door. "It's been ten years since you've spilled a single drop of wine. What's wrong with you, girl?" It was, unmistakably, Greta's voice. A dark flush crept across Selene's cheeks as she sub-consciously touched the sore spot on her cheekbone. She was sick of lying. "Sorry, ma'am. I just don't know."
The room was silent as the servants entered and exited, filling the silver plates laid infront of the family and scattering. "You look bad." Valencia whispered in her tiny voice. Glancing at the small child, Ruben raised a brow. Not only did he notice his youngest sisters curious gaze, but Samuel fixated his eyes on Ruben as well with a sense of suspicion. "Thank you.", Ruben whispered sarcastically. Before Valencia could conjure a retort, the elder princess spoke up. Ruben turned his gaze to her, Analyse always was the more mature and solitary of the family. Yet, she seemed to show just as much care as any of them. "I'm well." He replied. Divinity remained tensed, struggling to wipe the red wine from her dress. "Seems this entire castle is under stress." She mumbled. "What is that?" Samuel questioned, narrowing his eyes at Ruben's collar. A small sliver of the black poison seemed to spread through his veins and up his neck, barely peeking out over his collar. Sweat beaded up at Ruben's brow, his pale skin and dead eyes giving him a ghostly look. "Simple scratch." He replied standing. "Darling please stay, we haven't had dinner as a family in ages." A disbelieving laugh escaped Ruben, "This isn't a family. This is a facade hanging on by a thread." With that, he turned, making his way into the kitchen no doubt to find Klania who ate in the back room with the rest. He made it half way through the kitchen before stumbling into the counter. A growl of annoyance and pain escaped his grinding teeth, as he leaned against the cold surface.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 17, 2015, 05:02:06 pm
(http://i62BannedImageSite/wrksq8.jpg) Charlie
His eyes widened a little bit at the fireball erupting from her hands. Charlie swooped upward a bit to avoid its blow that was seemed to be aimed right at his heart. He was sure he had gotten out of the flames path. A searing pain radiated through him as the flame met with his shoulder. Apparently he hadn't moved enough. Charlie let out a yell at the sudden pain. The flame quickly died and didn't injure anywhere else on him. Clenching his teeth, Charlie cursed under his breath and swerved a little bit as he regained himself. He flapped his wings hard once to keep himself up at her level. He'd have to try to heal himself as best he could once he had the time.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 17, 2015, 05:19:20 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice.
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History: Meh. Relations: Friend of Arnarra. Habits: Talking about beer or tavern, being very stubborn. Power: N/A. Other: Welp.
WIP
Meriel looked over her shoulder after she heard the loud yell, with a victorious grin she stopped and began to walk towards the gates. She succeed to flee from the royal guard and she's really happy that this time she didn't missed as usual.
After some time, she reached the quiet forest, slowly inhaling and exhaling the clean air. The elven then began to slowly heading towards trees, launch herself onto the branches and resting on top of them. The silence and calmness is something Meriel loved.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 17, 2015, 06:20:28 pm
(http://i58BannedImageSite/2w4iowk.jpg) Charlie
His eyes flashed with pain as he struggled to stay in the air. Charlie looked around, seeing the girl walk into the forest. He'd never find her in such a dense forest. Especially one he didn't know all too well. The burns on him ran halfway down his left upper arm, and just barely touched where his wings met his back. Charlie's wings felt the pulling pain of the burn as he flapped them slowly. He flew over the forest, planning to circle back around to the castle. Charlie moved his body to take a sharp turn and fly back to the castle. The pain of the burn strained on his wings and he felt them falter under the attempt to turn. Charlie's wings strained even more as he tried to fix his position in mid-air. He flinched in pain at the burn and the strain on his muscles. A sudden small gust of wing knocked him completely off balance and he fell out of the sky. The tree branches scratched his face and arms several times. When he neared the forest floor he habitually spread his wings to slow his fall. The sudden catch of wind hurt the base of his wings and he fell to his knees on the ground. Sighing with a bit of pain in his voice, he folded his wings and winced as he did so. Charlie stood up slowly, looking around at the trees. He was deep into a forest he knew almost nothing about, and was badly injured. He was sure the burn would take time to heal, which already messed with his flying a little. But the strain in his wings could get a lot worse, and he shouldn't attempt to fly at all for a while. The sunlight shined delicately through the canopy as Charlie looked around at the trees. Running a hand through his hair, he went and sat at the base of a tree, leaning against the trunk. He let his head fall back as he took some deep breathes. /great/ he thought to himself.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 17, 2015, 07:44:40 pm
((I will be a baddy and I will reply without waiting for everyone else. >:D))
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice.
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History: Meh. Relations: Friend of Arnarra. Habits: Talking about beer or tavern, being very stubborn. Power: N/A. Other: Welp.
WIP
Meriel was enjoying the silence, thought the birds were chirping and the wind was softly pushing the leaves above her ever-so-gently, until this incredibly loud slam down the trees, causing the elven to jump on her feet and hang onto the branch she was sitting on earlier. Her calm look shifted into cold glare, her muscles tensed and she was on edge. Meriel jumped from branch to branch, until she came to the place where something, or someone slammed themselves into the ground from the air.
Meriel noticed that same royal guard sit by the tree, leaves and twigs stuck into it's wings, along with scratches down his face and clothes. Meriel jumped from from the branch, laughing softly, yet loudly at this kind of view, crossing her arms on her chest. "I thought winged humans know how to fly," she commented quite sarcastically s she kept on laughing.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 17, 2015, 08:25:59 pm
I was wondering if I could reserve a spot for a princess? I believe I was in the older version of this roleplay as a princess, or it was one quite similar. I was hoping to bring my character back.
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97GdezU37LQ/UkR3eAaE2qI/AAAAAAAAN3Y/rMAQrXUn-vY/s1600/Hair-Color-To-Look-Young.jpg) Analyse Princess of Nosric "You 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."
Looking in the direction of her brother, Ruben she nodded her head at what he said. Not wanting to irritate the lad by asking him questions upon questions she decided to go by his answer "Well, if there is anything you need don't hesitate, alright?" she replied with a quick smile. Looking towards her little sister who sat opposite her she looked around and leant forward, sticking her tongue out and wiggling her head, Valencia doing it in return. Chuckling at her you get sister she then allowed her gaze to fall on to each family member as they spoke. Analyse remained silent, her and Val looking at one another with raised brows now and then. As she listened to the conversation she contonued to politely eat her food, when holding her glass to take a sip of wine her pinky was raised. Placing down the glass she shuffled a bit.
However the sudden sound of a chair scraping across the floor and a sudden laugh caused her head to turn and her gaze lock on Ruben. Tilting her head in confusion she watched as the lad walked out. Turning her attention on to Divinity and her father she sent them a questioning glance, wondering if they knew what was up with him. However, she didn't bother questioning them and instead returned to eating her dinner, elbows being kept off of the table like she was told when young. Looking towards Valencia who seemed to be playing with her food. "Hey, val!" she called, once getting her sisters attention she smiled "Maybe later I can take you to the stables, or you can bring Kobe and Indie on a walk?" she questioned. Vals face seemed to light up "Wow, really? I'd love to!" she grinned, now hurrying to eat her food.
Hearing a tut she raised a brow and turned her attention towards her step mother who shook her head and rolled her eyes " I'm not wanting Valencia associating with those foul creatures" her stepmother complained "It's only some fun, a princess does not want to be locked up in a tower a day. I myself didn't have to." she spoke a little irritated "And look how that ended, speaking to animals? Balmy I say, you are utterly crazy. She will be brought up like a proper, old fashioned princess." the older woman spoke harshly. Parting her lips Analyse scowled "How dare you! It's an ability, whether you like it or not. If father allowed you to bring us up we'd end up like miserable old haga! Valencia is my sister, therefore I am entitled to do so. I am supposedly her role mod. Or do you just say that in front of father?" she snapped, Ana didn't like causing a fuss, but Divinity had went to far. "An ability? It's stupidity, now act like a princess and hush." the women replied, acting rather stuck up. " My mother would have ran this palace differently. We were entitled to our own freedom. You're tearing this family apart, Ruben was right!" she snapped, pushing her chair out forcefully and slamming her fiats against the table. As she stormed out the room her father called - but she ignored it.
The ptincess let out a quiet growl as she slammed the huge door shut behind her, eyes narrowed as she stormed down the carridor. Feet stomping against the ground in anger. Many of the royal staff questioned Analyse on what was wrong, not feeling in a state to answer she just simply shook her head. Hurrying up a large flight of stairs the princess then stopped in her tracks in one of the less entered areas of the castle, where she'd usually come to clear her head. Pushing herself onto the marble floor she placed her hands on her head mumbling several unaudable sentences.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Vask on January 17, 2015, 11:27:09 pm
(http://i58BannedImageSite/33p4hte.jpg) Charlie
He opened his eyes at the sound of a light thump. Charlie lifted his head from the tree and saw the elven girl from earlier laughing at him. "Yeah yeah laugh it up." He said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He probably looked rather ridiculous in this state. He had scratches all over his face and his clothes. Some of the ones on his face were bleeding. His wings had twigs and leaves stuck in them. And his shirt had a huge burnt hole in the shoulder that went halfway down his arm and a few inches onto his back, exposing the tender purple-ish skin. Charlie pushed himself off the ground slowly. He leaned back on the tree casually, although the tree was really keeping him from falling on the ground. "After all, you are the one who did this in the first place." He said blatantly, with his British tinge hanging on the sentence.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 17, 2015, 11:39:17 pm
(Please await Concern to post before posting anymore, id hate for them to have to scroll through pages! ^-^)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 18, 2015, 12:08:01 am
Selene took her time collecting the things she needed, checking the kitchen was clear before she let her wings stretch out. At the sound of doors slamming open, she snapped her wings shut and tried to look busy. It took the brunette a second to realise that she still had her hand cupped to her cheek and she brought it down sharply on the counter. She turned around with the neatly folded napkins in her hand and gave a start. She had expected another servant, maybe even Greta, but she did not expect him.
"Master Ruben?" Her voice, as always, dipped with a slight accent buried so deep that it was barely noticeable. Her brows, before raised in surprise, furrowed in concern at the clear look of agony on his face. Stepping forward and reaching out, her fingers gently brushed his clenched fist before she snatched them back. Idiot. "A-are you alright?" She stuttered, glancing around the room and dropping her voice to a low tone. "Should I call for Miss Klania?" Selene's mind wandered back to earlier in the day when he had stumbled into the room with her and Klania. She had tried not to think about it for most of the day, but she couldn't help but worry now.
-So sorry, short-
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: DangusMangus on January 19, 2015, 04:33:26 pm
(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7306/10731892596_be420f3171_o.jpg) Arnarra 'Meriel' Azariah "The sensation of falling was the worst part."
Application
Age: 21 years old. Gender: Female.
Species: Elven. Rank: Outsider.
Description: Long, coconut-brown, straight hair, which reaches the end of her spine. Most of the time she has the top of her head braided in a line, two straps of hair being held out in front of her shoulders. Rather pale-skinned woman. Tall, slender body, hazel eyes. Most of the time she wears long, green cape with same color vest, dark brown leggings and same color boots. Always carries brown bow with slightly lighter arrows. Personality: Meriel has sweet personality and never wishes anyone bad. She is very friendly and nice to those whom desire to act the same way, but she'll never back down from a fight: either way it is word or an actual fight. She is very intelligent and smart woman, always uses her own strategies than the ones who was told to use back in the day. Brunette hates being told what to do, and is quite stubborn at some points, but she never got hated by her personality, or judged by it. Every insult that she gets is like a joke for her, since she never really takes it too seriously. Those who correct her mistakes aren't enemies for her, she'll try to become their friends in any possible way.
History: WIP
-Trolled- I'll write something later. xD
Relations: None that anyone knows of.
Habits: - Playing with one of her arrows. - Taking short routes AKA travelling like a Tarzan by using trees.
Magic: She has currently learned the magic of fire, but tends to learn the magic of ice.
Other: - She managed to escape the city. Probably, not the only one. (I don't know if this is allowed. <.> Still kinda confused). - Superior agility, swiftness and she has mastered the skill of archery.
(http://cdn.whatanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/dwarf-3d-fantasy-art.jpg) Grulhann Stonebeard "Ye better give me some ale, without it me ain't me!"k
Age: Gender Species Rank Description Personality History: Meh. Relations: Friend of Arnarra. Habits: Talking about beer or tavern, being very stubborn. Power: N/A. Other: Welp.
WIP
Meriel kept on laughing, finally calming down with a sigh and an act as if she's crying: a soft brush beneath her eye, catching a tear-drop. She watched the Royal Guard with a mocking look in her eyes, giggling from time to time. "I can do worse than just hit softly your shoulder..." she said softly, giving him a sinister look before she blew it away as a joke. "Gosh, you look even worse than you did before..." she commented with a mocking laugh again. "You sure are not very strong to drag yourself back to the kingdom, hm?" she asked with a giggle, watching the guy quite calmly, compared to how on edge she was some time ago.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 21, 2015, 05:04:06 pm
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 21, 2015, 10:22:51 pm
Her voice was clear, her form obvious. But despite his parted lips, the prince failed to reply to the girls questions. The wound radiated with force, a blinding and toxic pain. Gripping his side, he pushed off of the counter, slamming into the backdoor of the castle and stumbling into the gardens. His feet dragged against the gravel heavily until finally he fell. He rolled onto his back, arching in restraint. "Leave, Klania out of this." He growled, a gasp of pain following his wounds. "Find..anything to relieve pain." He spat out, yet despite his tone, his eyes watered with desperation as he gazed at the girl. In a wave of pain, he broke the gaze, slamming a fist into the gravel with a roar of frustration.
Despite his horrid pain, he was in the open, and vulnerable. With this in mind, he rolled onto his elbows, using one to drag himself along the gravel only feet, before collapsing once more.
(Sorry so short ): )
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 22, 2015, 12:47:37 am
{Is it alright if you skip me? I'm kind of bisy right now and don't know what to post for Analyse? I'll post on my next turn though.}
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 22, 2015, 01:42:43 am
(Thanks for letting us know, its fine.!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: IndigoCloud on January 23, 2015, 09:43:18 pm
Sorry, wrong topic *slapsselfintheface* I'm gonna make an app- I hope it's not too late. ]]
(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/132/0/3/commission_lilith_ii_by_charlie_bowater-d6522cy.jpg) Lilith "Don't ask me why I'm not smiling. It's when I do smile that you need to worry."" Age; 23 years old. Gender; Female. Rank; One of the Fallen. Although she is very rich, so also Upper Class [ifthatsokay]
Description; Lilith has sharp, angular features and pale, flawless skin. She has a doll-like quality to her that makes her look intriguingly beautiful. Her face is usually a mask of calm, rarely giving away any signs of emotion. She is tall and slender with an hour-glass figure and long limbs. She wears dresses that complement her physique and draw attention, the material of rich quality and bright colours. Her hair is a mess of mahogany curls and cascades down to her mid-back. Many find her irresistible when it comes to her beauty, and her eyes are the most dangerous thing about her. Bright Crimson in color and framed by long, dark lashes and arching eyebrows, many find themselves hooked onto their fathomless depth.
Personality; The name 'Lilith' should give most a clue as to the nature of this woman. It is Hebrew for 'Night Monster', being another name for the mother of all evil in the world. Most wish that they could say that Lilith is merely misunderstood; but she does like to get her point across as clear as crystal.
Manipulative and scheming, Lilith tends to view the whole world to be puppets in her hands. She has a way of tormenting people's weaknesses, twisting them around her little finger to get them to do whatever she desires. She is, undoubtably, a psychopath that does not relate to sympathy or mercy. Her 'targets' are usually people that are rich and hated throughout the kingdom, the selfish lowlives that bathe in their own superiority. She believes that what she does is justified and, so far, no one has yet objected to it and she remains playing her little games. She has a certain love for twisting people, watching them destroy themselves like the flick of a switch. Although she is very much evil; she does experience emotion very much involving love and loyalty. She may appear to be indestructible, but, like everyone, she does have her weaknesses.
History; Will develop throughout the roleplay. Probably in flashbacks :3 Relations; She is, currently, unwilling to make a connection to anyone other than herself. Habits; - Manipulating people. - Predicting people's next move. - Showing tiny, insignificant signs of compassion just to tease people.
Power; Lilith is able to hypnotise people with her eyes, although it does have limitations and strong-willed people are able to fight it.
Other; - She is quite rich but does not, for obvious reasons, live in the upper-class area of the kingdom. - She rarely talks, and when she does, her voice is very smooth yet sharp like glass. - Her wings are entirely black.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 23, 2015, 10:17:22 pm
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 25, 2015, 07:17:04 am
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 25, 2015, 05:16:52 pm
(Sherlolly, accepted! Will post when I return home! )
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: IndigoCloud on January 25, 2015, 10:53:02 pm
Thank you! I do apologise for this being so short, I'm feeling particularly uninspired today ):
(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/132/0/3/commission_lilith_ii_by_charlie_bowater-d6522cy.jpg) Lilith "Don't ask me why I'm not smiling. It's when I do smile that you need to worry."" Bored. Bored. Bored.[/img] What was wrong with this place? There is nothing to do. "Lucian!" A sharp, dangerous voice barked, coming from a lady dressed in merely her undergarments curled up on an armchair. She had a dark look of annoyance on her face and her fingers were impatiently drumming against the fabric of the chair. Her flawless features hardly even twitched as a small, smartly dressed man scurried into the room.
"Yes ma'am?" After a few seconds of staying completely still, barely breathing, Lilith looked up to scrutinise the man. "Any news?" Her voice, very quiet yet very clear to understand, betrayed no signs of interest whatsoever. "None in the past five minutes since you have asked last, ma'am." The man's tone caused Lilith's head to snap up and she stood swiftly in a single movement from her position in the chair. "Are you growing impatient, Lucian?" Her tone dripped venom as she slowly, gracefully stalked towards the now-cowering man. "No, ma'am. It's just...why would you care?" A flash of interest sparked in the Fallen woman's crimson eyes before she replaced it with her usual calm mask. A sharp knife had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and was now being twirled around in her fingers. "Because, you see, the image of the Royal Family's perfection intigues me, Lucian." She was now only inches away from him, so close that her soft breath caressed his hair and caused it to shift slightly although he did not dare to fix it. "No one, not even me, my darling, could be that perfect." She began to trace the very point of the knife across Lucian's neck with the lightest of pressure. "And then there's the matter of dearest Prince Ruben with his awful wings and his lovely hostility. He is so...predictable." A smile smile hinted at Lilith's face as a look of confusion spread across Lucian's face, mixed with the inevitable fear of his throat being slit right there on the spot.
Just as a small bead of blood sprung from beneath the blade, the door behind the couple burst open. "Prince Ruben has been spotted in the castle gardens." Lilith's lip jerked upward in disgust at the interruption. "So?" She brought the knife down from Lucian's neck but her gaze remained steady onthe other servant standing at the doorway. "He's...he's in agony." At these words, a look of pure delight spread across Lilith's features. "Wonderful! Get my dress; I'm going out."
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: sparticles on January 26, 2015, 02:25:47 am
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97GdezU37LQ/UkR3eAaE2qI/AAAAAAAAN3Y/rMAQrXUn-vY/s1600/Hair-Color-To-Look-Young.jpg) Analyse Princess of Nosric "You 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."
After many minutes to herself the young princess soon allowed herself to calm down. The sharpness in her voice was slowly fading, the trembling in her hands and came to a stop and the anger which pierced her veins soon came to a halt. However the young woman still remained slouched against the large, hard walls of the castle, and she still appeared a little red in the face. Since being the more mature one it came as a shock that she had acted in such a way. However, she disliked it when her and her siblings were often told what to do and since her stepmother had mentioned her powers being practically 'stupid' she had to flip. Many people seen this as a great ability and where rather fascinated by the whole thing. Divinity didn't see it that way though and didn't want Val following the same, or similar ropes to her older sister. Even though she was a role model, as well as her two brothers. Despite the womans command of her not allowing Valencia to participate in her actions, she was still going to allow her to join her, she had promised several times before but Divinity seemed to rebel against her. Letting out yet another sigh the young lass placed her hands on the wall and managed to push herself up, now in full stance. Looking down at the pure white dress she rubbed her hands together then trailed them down the dress to rid it of any dust which may have attracted onto the fabric. After doing so she headed off through the halls once again, the only sound being that of her humming a familiar tune and the sound of her feet hitting the marbled floor. This part of the castle was barely entered, which made it rather desolate.
Making her way through the many halls and down several flights of stairs, as well as doors the princess soon entered the main area of the palace, which was obvious; it was much better lit, decorated and more people seemed to wonder the halls. Coming to a stop Analyse allowed her gaze to wonder down the hall and onto the large wooden door which lead into the room she was once in. The remaining members of the family were still in there which meant Val would also be to. She was unsure where Ruben had headed off to though. A gentle shrug took over the womans shoulders for a split second, before she turned and headed out towards the yard, where she would be able to call for Stanton. The pups were more than likely there, unless they were able to beg for more food off of the kitchen staff - something they seemed well at doing. As she drew nearer the large doors it appeared rather nice weather, the sun was still up and not a dark cloud seemed to be in sight, this causing a smile to form at her lips. Drawing nearer the quiet sounds of barks and horse whinnes entered the womans ears causing her to chuckle; the pups were already out and pestering her steed. Picking up her pace she soon pushed open the large doors and walked out into the open. Looking towards the three creatures she smiled and headed towards them. It was time she took them out.
(Sorry it is so short, fighting FH to get on and post...)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: RedRedRose on January 27, 2015, 08:53:55 pm
Bump--
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 28, 2015, 12:25:35 am
(Catching up on missed school, and band practice ill be able to update tomorrow afternoon! Ill do it as soon as I get home!)
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: AbbyJoyce on January 29, 2015, 12:16:56 am
By now, Ruben's crystalline gaze had fixated on the ever fading sky, its depth in colors fading into a dark blue. He remained on the ground, his hand clutching his side. His fingers tensed at the feel of the heat radiating from the wound. Each moment that passed, his veins grew darker and despite the urge to give in, he focused his breathing and looked to the heavens. Beneath him, his wings lay weakly on the ground, their tips ever fluttering in the slight breeze. The Prince, so tall and cold to his subjects, cracked and shattered his walls with each second. A symbol of tyranny and bitterness, a fearful ruler to those standing in his shadow, lost all slivers of coldness on his visage as the pain spread. Using his wings, he rolled onto his hands, and eventually onto his knees only to fall heavily backwards. He sat leaning against the brick walls of the castle. His wings seemed useless, laying out beside him weakly. Despite the pain, he seemed to feel nothing. Pale, cold, he laid weak.
Title: Re: The Fallen (Remake: Fantasy rp) Open&Accepting
Post by: Sabrina1141 on September 01, 2015, 12:25:55 am