lady horatio

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

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@lady horatio your character is approved! feel free to move her over :)

@ayzrules

Ahhh, thank you! I'll pop her over to the characters' tab and try to come up with a CS for Philip soon, too, since princes are very much in the minority.

Also, having skimmed over the other CS's, I love that we wound up with two oddball gingers. xD

Good night, interest check. Sleep well. I'll most likely edit you in the morning. [tentatively reopened]

@amorphical, I’m at work and can’t write a long reply, but had to tell you that when I saw this, I started CACKLING with delight.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Hello! Y'all still have room for another princess? (With a possible guest appearance from her big brother later?) I am totally coming up with this on the spot, so constructive criticism is more than welcome! I wrote a more secluded princess from a very small kingdom; they try to keep out of everybody's way and have never had much desire to expand their borders. When the invitation came, it was honestly a surprise (and was likely meant for her brother, who is not allowed to attend, as he is the only member of the family physically incapable of keeping his head down).

C​haracter Sheet​

Genevieve Anders of Maris

"The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity." -Dorothy Parker

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Genevieve Marie Anders ("Gen")

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Princess—not heir to the throne by birth, but it might just wind up in her hands anyway if her older brother doesn't get his act together.

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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19

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Bi/demisexual

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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With long ginger hair, dark blue eyes, and an abundance of freckles, Genevieve looks like she may have wandered out of the very ocean that borders her keep on one side. When left to her own devices, she's often buried in thick sweaters that hide her narrow shoulders and delicate collarbones; she loves nothing more than to give the shapeless projection of a girl. When forced to dress up, she falls somewhere in the intersection between practical, occasion-appropriate, and eclectic, choosing clothes that are comfortable enough to stand around in for hours at a time and accessories that are creative, playful, sometimes hand-crafted. In public, she favors the kinds of hats, scarves, and makeup that make it hard to pick out too many of her actual features at once—her own sort of armor.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Paradoxically, Gen is perhaps best known for her near-total absence from social media. She leaves the endless selfies and attention-grabs to her older brother, Philip, who never met a stranger in his life and has more friends than Gen does polite acquaintances. Genevieve prefers to communicate from behind a Twitter account full of cryptic poetry and wry commentary on current events. She also maintains a Tumblr that is 90% reblogs of aesthetic photos, well-intentioned signal boosts, and yet more poetry. She is self-possessed and curious, and would never admit that part of the mystery she creates around herself is because she would far rather be misunderstood as pretentious than more correctly labeled as shy.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: photography; one-on-one conversations; cats; vintage clothes; collecting sea-glass
Dislikes: media attention; large crowds (though she will happily play wallflower to watch the goings-on, and loves to blend into places she will not be recognized); close scrutiny; any exercise that is not (limited) hiking

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Genevieve grew up relatively unsupervised. The kingdom of Maris is a place of contradictions; so small that they don't often stand on ceremony and the noble and upper-middle classes regularly mingle, but holding tight to certain proprieties, largely for the purposes of self-protection. This means that Gen has been well-educated in court etiquette (almost all theory; little practice) and knows her keep from top to bottom, as she's always been able to wander it freely. She grew up in the shadow of an older brother she loved but didn't understand, and still wonders if his outgoing, reckless streak will make him a better ruler than she could ever be—or if it will damn their country if not taken to heel.

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Face claim is Anna Tatton.

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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TBD

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Genevieve's Aesthetic(s)

This isn't perfect—I made it in, like, five minutes, with limited resources— but it's an example of the kind of drastic alterations Genevieve makes to any "selfies" she posts, and the way they never show all of her face at once.

Kingdom Sheet

Maris

A picture of the keep in wintertime, before the previous generation of Anders renovated it. It has since been built-upon and expanded.

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Maris (pronounced "MAH-riss," with a slight roll on the "r"); sometimes known (affectionately or derogatorily) as the "duchy of the sea," as the kingdom is quite small and isolated, relying mostly on the nearby ocean and trade with specific allies for resources.

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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King Devlin (dark-haired, strong-shouldered, most closely resembling his son) and Queen Shanna (brunette, fair-skinned, known for glass-blue eyes that are rumored to see through any falsehood). Both rulers are known for their shared wisdom and desire to keep their heads down, politically speaking. (Their daughter comes by her shy reserve honestly, though they may come to regret allowing her to be quite so sheltered, especially in light of current events.)

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Keeping their location in mind, the royal family has stuck to a palette of blues and grays—sometimes elevated by gold or silver—for generations.

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Maris is famous for its reserve and stalwart neutrality. Marisians are generally considered to be an odd people, so isolated and close to their court are they. Stereotypes might range anywhere from stuck-up to cowardly to almost backwards. Some might say they're stuck in the past, even though Maris is technically a "petty kingdom" that broke itself away from a tyrant's rule about four generations back and has fought to maintain their own identity ever since.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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As mentioned above, Maris was once part of a larger kingdom—conscripted into scuffles the people did not want to fight and finding their cliffside fortress used for tactical advantage. "Mad Prince Harry," the cause for most of the dissent, is still spoken off only in disgusted whispers, and the name "Harry" has long been out of fashion for this reason. Marisians won their independence largely by simply locking their doors and keeping out of the fray until Harry's reach eventually extended beyond his means, bringing his downfall. The remaining subjects are descendants of that first court to take a stand and the refugees that took in during that time.

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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More to come as I think of it!

Possible expansion to the keep

Good night, interest check. Sleep well. I'll most likely edit you in the morning. [tentatively reopened]

-gentle prod to put this very old check back on Guild radar-

Streetlight Dragonflies

Hey, @Mokley, no worries—I'm sorry things didn't work out, because you set up a really fun, cool world, and I was super interested to see where things would go, but I understand that Life Happens. Running a game is a lot of work! Thank you for the effort you did put into it, and thanks for letting us know that you're going to have to put a pin in this thing for now.

For what it's worth, and only if it's something you'd be interested in, I would absolutely be in if you ever decided to give this game another shot. :)

Streetlight Dragonflies

Many, many apologies friends! My week did not let up like I wanted it to, and stress made me cranky and blocked for a while. Jill's post is now up, and @Not Fishing, she's got some things to say to Gary as soon as @Mokley has the Sheriff assure Jill in some way about her phone. I have been worrying about when and how to bring that up since they left the crime scene. xD

Streetlight Dragonflies

Jill was pale and still as she took in the pictures. "Shit got weird," she'd told the man with the knife. Apparently, weird was not so weird here. The photos would have made for incredibly detailed fantasy art, if she didn't already know how plausible they were.

The old man's yelling made her wince, further jangling her already-jangled nerves. She met the eyes of the incredibly self-possessed man next to her and swallowed, gripping the armrests of her chair for support. She nodded her agreement, then remembered the water cooler she'd spotted on her way in the door. Holding up one hand, she spoke to both the man and the sheriff: "Would you excuse me just a moment?"

Wishing it weren't so conspicuous, she reached into the appropriate pocket and palmed the prescription bottle tucked inside. She ducked out of the room and tried her best to be invisible as she grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and downed it with half a pill—not a strong enough dose to make her listless, but enough to calm the tremors that kept threatening to turn to full-on shakes.

"Sorry," she murmured as she returned, even though a voice in her head—Bobby's, it was definitely Bobby's voice—said, "You have nothing to apologize for."

She moved to join the man—whose name she still didn't know; wasn't it strange the sheriff hadn't asked for their ID?—and then froze. Her ID. One hand went automatically to her back pocket, where her phone should have been.

But it wasn't. It was still on the floor of the bathroom, where she'd dropped it. Or was it? She glanced toward the sheriff, trying not to look too alarmed. "My phone," she said. "I dropped it in the bathroom. It's got my ID in the case, and my credit cards—" She stopped, took a breath. There was a baggie with emergency cash in her duffel, but that was a temporary patch to a much bigger problem. "Are there any officers still at the scene? Can someone get it for me, or take me back for it?"

Streetlight Dragonflies

I'm still here! I had gone quiet because I talked with Mokes and didn't want to do too much with Jill until I knew if Gary and/or Akira might still be around for her to interact with. I'm working up against a deadline I'm behind on, but if I can't post tonight, I'll do it tomorrow!

Parallel

This looks like it could be fun! I'm not much of a science whiz, but I'm assuming you'd need a good range of skills for such a long-term and isolated mission… So would an astronaut who's a trained mental health counselor have a role to play on this team? :)

Streetlight Dragonflies

Jill felt something cold run right through her.

She'd been in town for, what? An hour? Two? And she was being summoned to the police station with a story no sane person would believe. All the cities she'd drifted through since leaving home, and she'd never so much as sneezed in a police officer's direction.

She trailed obediently after the sheriff, but glanced around to make sure that her unnamed rescuer was following suit. She barely knew him, but she still knew him better than anyone else here. At the very least, they could corroborate each other's stories.

The redheaded woman, she didn't recognize, though her voice was familiar. Jill felt her throat close in the face of the stranger's grief, convinced before she opened her mouth that she was going to say the wrong thing. Heart pinching, she explained, "Whatever happened, I was stuck in the bathroom for most of it. I was the one yelling." She swallowed. "You…you were the one trying to help me, weren't you?"