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In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 9 hrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Location: Village Square & The Tavern.
Time: 10am 

Octavia left the Lunaris royal guard with an aching suspicion in her stomach — my father must have sent them to report back. She could not think of any other reason why the guards would be sent here. There were dangers, yes, but she knew her father. He always had double-sided intentions with anything kind that he did. Quickly making her way to where she assumed her husband would be, the princess of Lunaris had slightly pink cheeks from frustration. 

When she saw her husband, she felt a tinge of relief, but an overwhelming amount of all the other emotions. “Flynn,” her voice came out more desperate than she wanted it to sound. “Did you know my father was sending royal guards?” Those words popped out of her mouth before she could even think. They were not what she initially wanted to say, but it opened up a conversation with them at least. 

She wanted to talk about her list, how not one-fourth of it was completed, and it was the list for the winter. It should have been completed around today. Everything on the list wouldn’t be completed for another month. She was worried about the Aurelians and she was specifically worried for Flynn and Sunni —- be that she might interact with them the most. She was still worried about the harsh winter presenting itself at their doors. 

"There you are." Flynn's expression was fraught with worry as he heard his wife call to him, "Are you okay?" Ignoring her question for the time being, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face him as he looked her over, as if the royal guards might've harmed her. Even under the glow of the torches that lined Dawnhaven's streets he could see that her face was flushed which made him even more worried than he already had been.

While he had been searching for her, and that military unit sent by her father, Flynn's mind raced with scenarios of why the King of Lunaris would possibly send a group to Dawnhaven without Flynn and Octavia's knowledge or consent. They had been granted full autonomy of this land and yet it was being intruded upon by Octavia's family already. Did the King intend to use this as a way to control them? To keep Octavia and Flynn in line? To watch them and report back? To intimidate Flynn? To take matters into their own hands if Flynn and Octavia did not find a cure or have a child fast enough? Each scenario he thought of was more unsettling than the last. Knowing Octavia was just as skeptical of her father as he was of his, Flynn's concern for her safety was at the forefront of his mind.

“Depending on your definition of fine, either way, but currently mine is not. Do not trust them. I wrote to my father asking for seamstresses or the common folk he mistreats to come help with construction and he sent his personal royal knights,” She did not quite ask her father like that in the letter. It was worded more professionally and vaguely than that. Her eyes glanced at Flynn’s hands on her shoulder and her body tensed slightly though she had to remind herself. Sunni told her to try and warm up. Flynn isn’t that bad of a guy.  — He is allowed to touch you. It is fine. — Her thoughts ran through her head as she closed her eyes to help her think. 

Her blue’s opened up, “Do not trust them. Those guards will report anything and everything back to my father. True or false. Be careful what you say to them. I fear that he sent them because of the blight born in Dawnhaven. He had immoral and horrendous plans to slaughter those people out of fear,” Octavia only knew of her father’s possible plans when she snuck into his study to see what he was up to. She was nosy, especially with her parents' mysterious activities. Her father especially intrigued her when his statements would be indirect and avoid giving her answers. 

“They sent Adonis Cowain, he was supposed to be the head of those plans for my father,” Octavia was most concerned about that man. He was charming and attractive, tall, and someone that people were intimidated by along with instantly respecting with blind eyes. She didn’t care for his lackeys either. The princess had suspicions, worries, and no good feelings about their arrival. 

Noticing the way Octavia glanced at his hands, Flynn released his grip on her shoulders and took a step back to give her some space, clasping his hands behind his back instead. "I agree, they are not to be trusted." His eyes moved past her and looked towards the home that had been built for one of his trusted advisors who was, in fact, a blight-born himself. "I will have Orion keep an eye on them, discreetly." He looked back towards Octavia then, his green eyes meeting her blues. "They will have no place here should they step out of line even once. I will see to it."

Although Flynn did not yet love her, he was still concerned for Octavia's safety and wellbeing. He took his oath to her very seriously, even if they had been forced into it. She had been somewhat cold to him in the two months they had been married, but he didn't blame her. Octavia had been thrown away like a pawn by her family, just as Flynn had been. Not only that, but she had been dragged to this place in the middle of nowhere to create a town by her new husband who did not offer her a say in the matter before making such a decision. He sympathized with her and felt guilty at the same time, but he always struggled to find the words to communicate that with her.

Just then, Flynn noticed a small white speck float from the sky and land softly atop Octavia's dark hair. He looked up towards the sky, the full moon illuminating the dusting of snow that was beginning to fall. "Oh, look at that." He smiled, ignorant to what the snow truly meant for how quickly the climate would begin to change in Lunaris. "I've never seen the first snowfall of the season before."

Octavia could not help her sigh of relief hearing her husband be stern and forward on the matter. It eased her worries a little bit. She was worried for the blight born and she knew how negatively her parents viewed the cursed ones. They were still people. “Thank you. I appreciate it,” It gave her a little more securing faith in her husband. She was not used to him or this whole situation — marriage and starting their own settlement. It was overwhelming. 

Then his attention seemed to go somewhere else and she followed his eyes up. “Snow?” she whispered as if she had never seen a fleck of it in her life. That caused the sinking feeling of what she came to Flynn for in the first place before the guards interrupted her little mission. “Snow.” Her voice was panicked. 

“That’s the reason I was trying to find you in the first place. I had a list that was to be done before snowfall. Before the first day of winter, Flynn. It’s not even a third done… The winters are harsh and unforgiving. My father would let people suffer and die for he believes only the strong should survive and that creates a prosperous society. I need to bother Mister Emberani as well,” She began to rub her temples in a tad bit of stress. She was frustrated —- not necessarily at anyone but everything. The material shipments she set up with Sunni were running behind. “People will surely die if we do not prepare for the winter. It is supposed to be the harshest winter in at least two decades,” Octavia mentioned as she stared up at the moon with wide eyes and a sadness in them. “People will die,” She sounded so certain of it. 

Flynn's playful smile fell as Octavia became visibly stressed, his brows furrowing with worry once more. He listened to her intently, feeling the panic that was beginning to exude from her. Although he knew that the Lunaris winters were harsh, it was clear that he and his kingdom must have underestimated it if Octavia was so concerned. Flynn had been making preparations for winter, but he thought things were going well and that they would be supplied enough to make it through. Clearly, his wife thought otherwise.

"I will send word to my contacts in Aurelia to send supplies immediately." He replied, his mind churning with ideas of how he could speed up the process. "Sunni will be able to help..." He glanced past Octavia to look at the tavern that had been built, sure he would find his best friend there. "...I think." Sunni was reliable when people needed him - most of the time. He was very well connected within the merchants circle as well, which would help. There was no telling whether his family would actually help him with this task or not. Perhaps Sunni could do more for them.

"We won't let people die." He assured her, though he wasn't quite sure if he believed himself yet. At the very least, Flynn wouldn't stand idle and watch people die like their fathers would. "These people followed us here willingly..." He looked around the village square, at the cabins and shops that were being constructed and the small handful of people who walked along the dirt and gravel streets. "I'll have them sleep in our own home in the warmth and eat our food before I let them die."

Seeing his playful smile fade caused a neutral expression to overcome his wife’s features. She didn’t mean to ruin the mood. That was something she felt like she was good at when it came to her new husband. Her eyes fell to her hands that had managed to fold into each other. “Thank you… I know that I have been an issue when it comes to my demands. I just want to make sure there are minimal casualties and issues. If the winter gets bad. Supplies will not make it through the mountain passes,” Octavia felt like she needed to explain herself a little. Being stressed along with the forced marriage had rattled her, placing her into a defensive position, but she was being encouraged by Elara to ease up on the prince of Aurelia. 

Her eyes glanced up and a slight warm smile appeared on her face, a little twinkle of hope in her eyes, “I know everyone has been trying their best to help. I feel bad for bothering Mister Emberani all the time. He looked exhausted last night when he came to see me,” She had Sunni in her room last night when they were talking about shipments and dates of arrival. She was requesting more from him as well though she had noticed the dying expression on the man’s face. He was working himself into the ground. 

“Thank you for supporting our people,” She felt like he needed to be thanked even if it felt weird to do so. Octavia understood that if she felt so stressed that Flynn was probably feeling even more stressed about his own duties. Gaining enough courage in the moment during these words, she went to reach for his hands, but they were behind his back. That was when she anxiously tucked them under the midnight blue and maize shawl that she had around her shoulders. Trying her best to make it look like she was adjusting her clothing instead of reaching for his touch. 

A wave of guilt washed over Flynn as Octavia explained herself apologetically, making him wonder what he had done to make her feel like a burden, or if it was her family who had always made her feel like a burden. "You are never an issue. You are my future queen and you shall make any demands you please, even of me." He replied with the smallest hint of a smile before his expression turned serious once more. "I should have consulted with you earlier... I.. I'm very sorry."  He bowed his head respectfully, staring at the dirt beneath their feet, where small flecks of snow were beginning to collect and quickly melt.

Flynn lifted his head again, a smirk on his face now. "You should never feel bad about bothering Sunni, either. He bothers me all the time." He joked of his friend, glancing towards the tavern. "In fact, why don't we bother him now? I think it's time I return the favor."

Reaching out his hand, the Prince waited to see if she would oblige him and entwine her fingers with his so they could walk hand-in-hand to the tavern. "Shall we?"

Octavia and her younger sister were considered burdens onto the royal family of Lunaris by their father. He wanted sons. His first born was Octavia, then his second was Sylestar, and then years later their younger brother was born. The favorite child. When Flynn reassured her that she could bother him and make her demands, she really didn’t know how to respond, so a somewhat forced smile appeared on her face before she glanced away. It was difficult to navigate how she should interact with the man in front of her. With the experience of her own father, along with hearing about the king of Aurelia, and how the majority of father’s appeared to be — she was fearful that Flynn was hiding another side of himself. 

“No, do not apologize,” she commented while anxiously dusting off her clothing to flatten it out upon her body. She was thinking, “Everything will get here sooner and later. The list will be completed but I hope it is completed before the brunt force of winter starts,” Octavia was worried about the majority of the list not being completed by the time the snow started getting heavy and dangerous. 

A light laugh left her when Flynn said Sunni bothers him, “I believe he bothers quite a few people,” The redheaded man even bothered her at times. He was energetic and sometimes she couldn’t handle the hyperness of that man. “I suppose we can,” her blue eyes went towards the inn that was built. It was a nice place for how small the town has been. 

Then she noticed his hand was reached out to her in an offer. Octavia seemed to stare at it for a few seconds as if she was considering a few things. Her eyes glanced up to his greens. Her eyes glanced down to his hand again before she cautiously reached out. The woman seemed so on edge when it came to touching the man. As she hesitated, she began to pull her hand back, and her face almost looked serious as if she was making a bigger decision than holding hands. 

Octavia finally made a decision and her hand fell into Flynn’s, “We shall,” She replied quietly but her eyes didn’t meet his, she seemed to look at their hands more than anything, as if she was having plenty of conversations in her head. 

When Octavia finally slipped her hand into his, a flutter of nervous energy surged through the Prince. Her touch was soft, and her hand felt so much smaller compared to his, yet their hands seemed to fit perfectly together. The initial contact was both exhilarating and nerve wracking, but Flynn felt like he had finally made a positive step in the right direction with his wife. For the first time, he felt that there might be hope for them.

"After you, my love." Holding the door to the tavern open for her, he decided to try out a pet name, uncertain of her reaction but bolstered by his recent success at hand-holding. Glancing inside the tavern, he noticed the military unit seated at the bar. His playful demeanor quickly began to dissipate as he realized the importance of maintaining his princely persona, especially in their presence.

Octavia couldn’t stop her expression from twisting when the man referred to her as — my love — she wouldn’t necessarily say that title fit, not yet. Forcing down the little rumble of a comment she wanted to say, a smile was forced to her lips, and instead of saying what she initially thought, she let out, “Thank you.” Before she entered the inn which was livelier than other times she had stepped into the building. 

Noticing the military unit and personal guard of her father, she tensed, though her eyes shot other places. She was looking for Mister Emberani though she could not spot him in the common area. Her eyes glanced by her husband before they took a second look at him. He was tense as well  — The guards must be bothering him. Maybe I shouldn’t have warned him like I did… — Her eyes glanced up to his face before moving around the room a little more. 

"Good Morning." Flynn greeted as he stepped forward, his voice resonating with a deep timbre that commanded attention and respect without the need for raised volume - a lesson instilled in him by his father. "Welcome to Dawnhaven. I've just been informed of your visit." He looked at each of the three faces that sat at the bar, trying to gauge what sort of people they might be beyond the surface. "Do you intend to stay long? Shall we have cabins arranged for each of you?" He questioned, each word carrying a weight of authority to it, though Flynn was attempting to be cordial with them while assessing their intentions.

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_{Location: Village Square & The Tavern. Time: 10am}

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 4 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Location: The Alchemy Chamber

“So you say you are from Aurelia?”

“Yes.” Kira eyed Prince Flynn, sitting across from her on an expertly crafted wooden chair that resembled more of a throne. It's elegance contrasted sharply with the troubled times that the world faced and she found herself wondering why the prince would have such luxurious things made for him here. Were the Aurelian's truly so ignorant? It made her embarrassed to admit she had been born in Aurelia. 

The Prince took a feathered ink pen into his hand and wrote down her answer, nodding his head in understanding as he pulled a candle light closer to his paper in order to see more clearly. “How long have you lived in Lunaris?”

Kira's glowing orange eyes narrowed in on him as she questioned why he was trying to pry into her past. What did this have to do with her blight-affected state? She had agreed to let him research the blight in exchange for sanctuary, but that didn't include a lesson on her own personal history before the blight. “Your Kingdom let me be taken from my home as a child and did nothing. Why does it matter?” She stared him down with fire in her eyes. “Now what else did you have to ask me about my affliction? Not my history.”

“I... am very sorry to hear that.” The prince frowned, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze for a few brief moments. Kira could hear his heart rate quicken, but he did not look away. When she saw the sympathy in his eyes, she pulled her eyes away and looked around the room filled wall to wall with books and scrolls. The Prince turned back to his paper and wrote something down before returning his attention to her, “When did you first notice you had been poisoned by the blight?”

“Pain.” She glanced down towards the ground, the images of her last few hours of human life dancing in her mind. “There was a lot of chest pain. I struggled to breathe.”

Flynn scribbled down what she said, a frown plastered onto his lips. “And how long did this last?”

“Two days... at most.” She returned her attention to what he was writing, spotting a note he had written in between his questions. "Subject is hostile towards personal questioning."

“And then?”

“I began to cough blood. I could no longer keep water or food down.” She closed her eyes as she remembered the fear she had felt during her last moments alive. Laying in her cabin in excruciating pain, blood dribbling down her lips and onto her clothing, cold and alone. “This lasted about another two days. Nearly everyone in the village had already been gone by the time it got to me.”

“And what of death? What do you recall from it, if anything?” Flynn's pained expression portrayed his inner struggle of repeatedly asking these questions to her, his discomfort evident as he diligently wrote down each word. 

“Hmm...” Kira allowed a slight lift at the corners of her lips, a faint hint of a smile barely emerging. “It was... nice. I was numb. There wasn't any pain left. It felt like mercy and I was grateful.”

Flynn met her eyes for a moment, surprised by her answer. “What of your rebirth?”

“Confusion.” She recalled awakening in a pool of her own blood, the night's eerie silence broken only by the singing of crickets in the stillness of the village - now a cemetery. “I was also...” She hesitated, her gaze drifting towards his neck, where the pulsing of his jugular caught her attention. “Very hungry.” She met his eyes again, the hint of a smirk forming on her lips. “And not for roasted venison, which I use to love.” She watched the Prince write everything down, his eyes glancing up at her with intrigue. “The village reeked of blood. It was the only thing I could focus on...”

Knock Knock Knock

"Sire? I have a message." A mans voice from the other side of the wooden door. 

“Come in.” Flynn called back, placing his pen down. The guard, dressed in Aurelian green and gold colors, entered the room and gave Kira a once over before turning his attention to the Prince. 

"A unit from Lunaris has arrived, by order of the King. They have pledged themselves to the Princess."

Kira noted a flash of annoyance pass through the emotions on Flynn's face, though he composed himself quickly. “Very well. You are dismissed.” The guard bowed to the Prince and left the room, once more leaving Kira and the Flynn alone. “I apologize for the interruption. We shall have to pick this up at another time.” Flynn stood and walked towards the door, gesturing for her to exit ahead of him. 

Kira nodded and left the room at his request, trying her best to ignore the pulse at his neck. Recalling her past had made her hungrier than she preferred to let herself be around humans. “I must go find my wife, but I will meet with you again. I appreciate your time, miss Rykker.” The Prince locked the door behind him before turning back to Kira, bowing his head to her, and swiftly left the Alchemy Chambers. 

Kira watched the Prince leave before turning her attention back to the Sage who had been examining her physical changes before Flynn had arrived. She glared at him as he read through some type of scroll. If she had less restraint she might've felt like having him for a snack tonight. Fortunately for him, Kira valued this refuge she was allowed to live in.


_{Location: The Alchemy Chamber}

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 9 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

First Day of Winter | 40 Degrees Fahrenheit | Clear Skies

 “My Dearest Son, 

I hope this message finds you in good health, for my heart aches with worry and grows greater with each passing day that I do not hear from you. Your father and I pray each night for your safety, goddess willing. Your absent presence has left a void here in the kingdom, not gone unnoticed by your loving siblings. They struggle to fill the shoes you have left to fill, but they shall try evermore. 

Tell me, son, how are things in Dawnhaven? How fares your new bride? Have the Goddesses blessed your union with the gift of a child yet? Is she treating you with the respect and devotion that befits a Queen? I have heard many tales of the savage ways of the Lunarian people, but I pray the bond between you two grows stronger with each day. May you both be united in love and purpose. 

Remember that you are always in our thoughts and prayers, and that I await your response with great anticipation. Until then, be safe.

With all my love,

Viviana Astaros
Queen of Aurelia”

Flynn sighed as he ran his thumb over the emerald green wax seal that adorned the envelope, his mothers initials imprinted in brilliant gold lettering. With a shake of his head, he crumpled the letter in his fist and carelessly tossed it onto his desk. Flynn had been deliberately avoiding communication with his family for two months now, despite his mother’s efforts. The day he married the Princess of Lunaria, far from the kingdom he once called home, had been the last day he had spoken to his family. The next morning he and the Princess began their journey to the new settlement, Dawnhaven. 

His thoughts drifted back to that fateful day, to the cold calculation in his family's eyes as they offered him up as a sacrificial pawn in their futile attempt to appease the church and find a “solution” to the blight that plagued their lands. The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth, a constant reminder of who his family truly was. Selfish cowards. Had they truly cared for him they would have never entertained such an idea. It was a betrayal, plain and simple.

Flynn knew, deep down, that his father never truly believed the prophecy spun by the church. Yet, despite his doubts, the King had offered up his first born son's life without a second thought. His mother, strongly devoted to the church, had been eager to lend her unwavering support to the high priestess, her faith in the prophecy unwavering. In her eyes, Flynn and his bride-to-be should have been thankful to serve such powerful roles and willingly sacrifice their life for the survival of humanity. 

As he gazed upon the crumpled letter, Flynn couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness mingled with resentment and anger. “With all my love…” He mocked in an exaggerated and annoying feminine tone, making a face and rolling his eyes. 

Knock knock knock

Flynn cleared his throat as his eyes darted up to the closed door of his study. “Yes? You may come in.”

“Good Morning, your Majesty.” A blonde servant girl from Aurelia entered his study, bowing her head and curtseying. “The first test subject of the day has arrived. She awaits you in the Sage’s Alchemy Chambers.”

“Ah, of course. Thank you, Greta.” He smiled and stood from his desk, “I shall meet them at once.” The girl smiled, bowed again, and left to attend to her other daily tasks around the large cabin he had built for the Princess and himself.

Leaving his study, Flynn hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on the stairway that led up to his bedroom with the Princess. She had still been sleeping when he went to his study in the morning, and now, as he stood at the exit of their cabin, he pondered if he should let her know where he was going and…. give her a farewell kiss? The mere thought made him cringe. The Princess thus far had been ice cold to him, even more frigid than he imagined the people of Lunaria to be. He did not think she would appreciate his presence, much less care what he would be up to for the next few hours. 

With a heavy sigh, Flynn tore his gaze from the staircase and left the cabin. Although it had been over six months without the sun, it still caught him off guard each “morning” when the sky overhead was dark and full of stars. Perpetual darkness had begun to wear on him, like many people, and he longed for the sun’s comforting warmth and golden rays against his skin. Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickered within him. He clung to the belief that, somehow, without sacrificing his own life, he could restore the sun to its rightful place in the sky. 

Just a short walk away was the Alchemy Chambers, a place that Flynn had built for all the sage’s that would join them on this journey. Here is where they would study the blight and it’s effects on the environment and people alike. Though their efforts had yet to yield any revolutionary breakthroughs, each day brought new revelations, each research subject a stepping stone towards understanding the blight. 

The Prince’s decision to take in the blight-born had been highly controversial, but in two months it had already provided a plethora of new information about how the blight could warp and manipulate the very essence of one's being. If nothing else, it at least had shown people that some blight-born were not all monsters. Some could restrain themselves and be integrated into society once more. 

As Flynn entered the Alchemy Chambers, a low guttural growl broke through his thoughts. In the center of the room, an old sage holding a pair of pliers stood before a red-headed woman with glowing eyes. The sage froze in fear, holding the pair of pliers up. 

“You will not be putting those anywhere near my fangs.” She hissed, glaring daggers at the old man. 

“Thormar,” The Prince smiled sheepishly as he approached the two, “That is quite enough for the day. We do not need to remove body parts.”

“Y-yes, sire! Of course.” The old man put the pliers down on a steel table, bowing to the Prince. The woman looked to the prince, eyes of fire still glaring. 

“My apologies, Kira. Seems I came just in time.” He awkwardly laughed, trying to diffuse the situation. She did not return his laugh. “Erm… right… well, why don’t you follow me this way?” He gestured for her to follow him into another room where he intended to take notes about her condition and hear her story, just as he had for many other blight-born refugees in Dawnhaven. Begrudgingly, she followed.


_{First Day of Winter \| 40 Degrees Fahrenheit \| Clear Skies}

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 13 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Prince of Aurelia: Flynn Astaros

Advisor to the Prince: Orion Nightingale

Princess of Lunaris: Octavia Lunalari

Handmaiden to the Princess: Elara Moonshadow

Royal Guard of Lunaris: Adonis Cowain

Healer: Olivia Tzimisce

Herbalist: Kira Rykker

Merchant: Cyrus “Sunni” Emberani

Inn Keeper: Syraeia Leela

Hunter: Ivor, The Wild

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 17 days ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

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26     |     Human     |     Prince of Aurelia
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Magic Specialty: Light & Earth
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✧ Height – 6'3"
	✧ Build – Athletic/muscular
	✧ Eye Color – Sea-Green
	✧ Hair Color – Blonde
B I O G R A P H Y 
As the first born and eldest son of Aurelia, Flynn has always carried the immense weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Under his father's vigilant guidance, the king aimed to shape Flynn into a worthy successor destined to rule Aurelia. Since he was a child, Flynn understood the importance of the responsibility that had been bestowed upon him, and so he dutifully followed his father's example, striving to excel in every aspect of his training. Whether in physical combat, mastery of magic, military strategy, historical knowledge, governance, or royal etiquette, he approached each rigorous lesson with determination and skill. Throughout his childhood and adolescence, Flynn was cherished as the pride and joy of his parents, earning him the nickname "The Golden Child," a title that resonated even beyond the castle walls. Despite having seven younger siblings, Flynn remained the undeniable "favorite", consistently meeting and surpassing his parents' expectations time and time again. He set a shining example for his younger brothers and sisters, actively participating in their upbringing and later providing his own mentorship and encouragement. Flynn became the picture-perfect son and Prince, just as people expected him to be. 

While proud of his achievements, Flynn sometimes felt that no one truly knew who he was, yet he had come to peace with this realization. No one needed to know a King; a King needed to be the best leader possible. With countless lives at stake, selflessness superseded personal desires. At least, that what he had been told all his life. 

Eight years ago, when news of the blight first emerged, Flynn observed his father's response firsthand. Previous situations had been mere simulations, but this was reality, and Flynn was excited to see his father in action. With keen interest, Flynn studied his father and the royal war council. Gradually, his idealized image of his father began to unravel. Prideful, stubborn, and prone to selfish judgments, his father dismissed the plight of the kingdom's civilians as madness, attributing it to other causes. He instructed the Royal Guard to disregard the blight at first, but the reports persisted: villages destroyed, lives lost, and whispers of a new humanoid threat. Only when the blight encroached upon the capital did his father show concern, displaying little regard for those on the outskirts who had been enduring this poison for five years at that time. 

Consumed by resentment towards his father's true character, Flynn began to rebel against his royal obligations. He refused to attend his lessons and rejected the notion of marriage, a prospect his mother incessantly pushed upon him. Though seemingly minor acts of defiance, these rebellions offered Flynn a sense of liberation. Now 23, fueled by newfound freedom, Flynn delved into the kingdom's nightlife with increasing frequency. For years, he had been barred from direct interaction with his subjects, but if his father could indulge in selfishness, then so could he.

In time, Flynn crossed paths with a woman at a local tavern. She was low-born, a nomad who travelled wherever the wind took her, selling odds and ends she found in her travels. She captured his heart, particularly given the potential for her presence to anger his parents. They saw each other in secret, concealed from the scrutiny of courtly eyes, for nearly two years. Flynn had felt that she was the only person to truly know him and see beyond his princely façade.

Eventually, Flynn contemplated revealing his intentions to marry her to his father, but fate had other ideas.
When the King announced Flynn's betrothal to the Princess of Lunaris, he was devastated. All the plans he had imagined up with his paramour were shattered in an instant. Flynn had never even laid eyes on the Princess, let alone considered her as a potential spouse. Their kingdoms had been bitter enemies for generations, and yet his father had agreed to the union without consulting Flynn.

Shock quickly grew into to anger when his father disclosed the next step: to conceive a prophesied "savior child" with the Princess and then to be sacrificed upon its birth as an offering to the gods. Flynn's fury simmered beneath a façade of composure as he grappled with this unthinkable decree. How could his father be so incredibly selfish? The King had waited so long to act that now he would throw away the life of his eldest son for a plan that Flynn had no faith in. His mind raced with schemes to remove himself from this madness and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Instead of a guaranteed death sentence, Flynn pleaded to be allowed to establish a new colony. He proposed assembling the wisest sages and using his own expertise to research the blight, believing that with adequate resources, they could find a cure. When both kingdoms initially denied this request, Flynn sweetened the deal by agreeing to the marriage and pledging to conceive a child with the princess. This compromise was met with approval. Almost immediately Flynn was forced to uproot his life and make the journey to Lunaris to marry his future Queen.








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27     |     Blight-Born     |     Research Subject & Herbalist 
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Kingdom: Lunaris; however, born in Aurelia 
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Magic Specialty: Fire & Psychic
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✧ Height – 5'5"
	✧ Build – Lean/Slight hourglass shape
	✧ Eye Color – Glowing Golden-Orange
	✧ Hair Color – Red
B I O G R A P H Y 
Originally born in the Kingdom of Aurelia, Kira came from a family of humble commoners who resided in a small village nestled near the border between Aurelia and Lunaris. The family, consisting of Kira's parents and her two sisters — one younger, one older — struggled to make ends meet at times, but their parents hid it well from their children. Kira's father, a dedicated blacksmith, provided for them through his tireless efforts at the forge, while her mother tended to the household and sold the various ironworks crafted by her husband. Despite his disappointment for not having a son to carry on his legacy, Kira's father treated his daughters with equal regard. He taught them the art of the sword and the skills of the forge, emphasizing the importance of preserving their family business as he himself came from a long line of highly valued blacksmiths. Kira enjoyed her time at the forge and even focused on improving her skill in fire magic in order to assist her father. Although they had occasional hardships, their family made a decent life for themselves, at least from what Kira can recall. 

At the age of 10, Kira, the wild middle child with an adventurous mind, made a decision to journey beyond the kingdom's borders alone. Despite the supposed peace between Aurelia and Lunaris, venturing across the border was known to be extremely dangerous - especially for commoners who would be unnoticed by the Royal Family. Lost in the mountainous forest, Kira encountered a patrol unit from Lunaris. Rather than guiding her back, they seized her and transported her all the way to their capital. Unbeknownst to Kira, her arrival in Lunaris fulfilled a hidden purpose. The King sought a child like her — hailing from Aurelia, imbued with the innate ability to expertly harness the sun's magic, yet still malleable enough to be shaped into a Lunarian and learn their ways. 

Upon her arrival in the capital, Kira was swiftly placed into a military training academy, where she was slowly stripped of her Aurelian identity. If she wanted to survive then she had to assimilate, and so she did. Kira adapted to the harsh realities of Lunarian life, both in terms of the challenging terrain and the unforgiving nature of their culture. Her Lunarian instructors were strict and often unforgiving, but she was met with great reward if she followed orders. Though memories of her carefree life in Aurelia often invaded her thoughts, Kira gradually abandoned her dreams in favor of excelling within the confines of her new reality. Success brought with it advancement in rank, granting her increased privileges and status. After enduring five years of relentless trials, Kira finally met the standards set by the King himself. Kira was then inducted into a select academy reserved exclusively for the kingdom's covert operations unit and elite assassins. 

Over the next five years, Kira immersed herself in the art of becoming an assassin; mastering skills in stealth, close combat, poisons, and psychic magic. Hindered by distance from her homeland, her proficiency in fire magic waned, and while she became skilled in Lunarian Psychic magic, it could never match the strength of those born in Lunaris. Instead, she honed her prowess in combat, swiftly rising through the ranks to become the academy's top student. 

At the age of 20, Kira embarked on her first mission, executing it with precision. Mission after mission followed, each carried out with a cold efficiency that lacked any trace of sentimentality toward her execution of Aurelian spies. Through her skillful use of poisons to take out people without making a scene, Kira earned herself the nickname "Nightshade" among her peers in the kingdom. Having spent half her life in Lunaris, thoughts of her past life and family grew scarce. In her own mind, she had shed her former identity and embraced her new existence as a Lunarian.

At 25, Kira received orders to abandon the comforts of her home in the capital and covertly insert herself into a remote village. Her mission: to infiltrate and dismantle a suspected network of Aurelian spies and military operatives rumored to be lurking there. Following orders, Kira assumed the identity of a wandering herbalist in search of settlement, seamlessly blending into the village. For a year, she meticulously identified Aurelian agents, dispatching intelligence back to the capital. However, the village's fortune took a dire turn when a blight ravaged their potato crops, the community's staple food source. Quickly the blight began to wipe out villagers in waves; even Kira could not escape the blight's fatal grasp. The transformation first began with coughing up blood and soon it filled her lungs, causing her to essentially drown. Kira lay dead in her small cabin home for a full day before she awoke as a changed creature. Her once blue eyes now glowed with a golden orange radiance, fangs had formed in her mouth, each of her senses were heightened and she had an insatiable thirst for blood. 

Leaving her cabin, Kira found that she was the only person in the village to make it out alive. A purple haze of blight had begun to seep from the ground, but Kira remained unaffected by it. When word had made it to the capital they had sent a scout down, but upon seeing the village covered in the blight, they did not dare commence a search for Kira and instead sent back word that she had certainly died in the tragedy. Kira did not return to the kingdom's capital on her own, knowing what they would think of her, and so she let them believe she was dead. 

Once again displaced, Kira knew she must assimilate to a new way of life. For another year she lived in the tainted village, sustaining herself on lost people or hunted animals, teetering on the brink of madness in her solitary existence. Yet, news of Dawnhaven, a sort of refuge for those afflicted by the blight, beckoned her. Leaving behind her village, Kira ventured to Dawnhaven, offering her herbalist knowledge and agreeing to be studied in the quest for a cure. Kira does not believe that there could ever be a cure for blight, and isn't sure if she necessarily wants to rid herself of her new abilities, but living around other people and having a new place to call home felt good again for the time being.

B L I G H T - B O R N 
Kira has been lucky in that her appearance did not change greatly. Her once blue eyes have turned a golden-orange color and have a slight glow to them that can be seen in the dark. Her incisors have grown into incredibly sharp fangs; it does not take much for them to puncture skin. 

Type: "Classical"
Abilities: Blinding speed and incredible strength, like all blight-born. Her unique abilities include all 5 senses being greatly enhanced, the ability to release venomous poison from her fangs, as well as imprinting herself on any victim that she does not kill by draining. If she imprints on someone they develop an extreme attachment to her, feeling a closeness to her like they never have before. They can share feelings and thoughts with each other without speaking. While not fully controlled by her, they are much more likely to do as she bids them to. 
Weaknesses: Sun, light magic, and sound that resonates at high frequencies. 


^{__________________________________________} _{26 \| Human \| Prince of Aurelia ^{__________________________________________} Magic Specialty: Light & Earth ^{__________________________________________}} ^{✧ Height – 6'3" ✧ Build – Athletic/muscular ✧ Eye Color – Sea-Green ✧ Hair Color – Blonde}	_{B I O G R A P H Y} _{As the first born and eldest son of Aurelia, Flynn has always carried the immense weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Under his father's vigilant guidance, the king aimed to shape Flynn into a worthy successor destined to rule Aurelia. Since he was a child, Flynn understood the importance of the responsibility that had been bestowed upon him, and so he dutifully followed his father's example, striving to excel in every aspect of his training. Whether in physical combat, mastery of magic, military strategy, historical knowledge, governance, or royal etiquette, he approached each rigorous lesson with determination and skill. Throughout his childhood and adolescence, Flynn was cherished as the pride and joy of his parents, earning him the nickname "The Golden Child," a title that resonated even beyond the castle walls. Despite having seven younger siblings, Flynn remained the undeniable "favorite", consistently meeting and surpassing his parents' expectations time and time again. He set a shining example for his younger brothers and sisters, actively participating in their upbringing and later providing his own mentorship and encouragement. Flynn became the picture-perfect son and Prince, just as people expected him to be. While proud of his achievements, Flynn sometimes felt that no one truly knew who he was, yet he had come to peace with this realization. No one needed to know a King; a King needed to be the best leader possible. With countless lives at stake, selflessness superseded personal desires. At least, that what he had been told all his life. Eight years ago, when news of the blight first emerged, Flynn observed his father's response firsthand. Previous situations had been mere simulations, but this was reality, and Flynn was excited to see his father in action. With keen interest, Flynn studied his father and the royal war council. Gradually, his idealized image of his father began to unravel. Prideful, stubborn, and prone to selfish judgments, his father dismissed the plight of the kingdom's civilians as madness, attributing it to other causes. He instructed the Royal Guard to disregard the blight at first, but the reports persisted: villages destroyed, lives lost, and whispers of a new humanoid threat. Only when the blight encroached upon the capital did his father show concern, displaying little regard for those on the outskirts who had been enduring this poison for five years at that time. Consumed by resentment towards his father's true character, Flynn began to rebel against his royal obligations. He refused to attend his lessons and rejected the notion of marriage, a prospect his mother incessantly pushed upon him. Though seemingly minor acts of defiance, these rebellions offered Flynn a sense of liberation. Now 23, fueled by newfound freedom, Flynn delved into the kingdom's nightlife with increasing frequency. For years, he had been barred from direct interaction with his subjects, but if his father could indulge in selfishness, then so could he. In time, Flynn crossed paths with a woman at a local tavern. She was low-born, a nomad who travelled wherever the wind took her, selling odds and ends she found in her travels. She captured his heart, particularly given the potential for her presence to anger his parents. They saw each other in secret, concealed from the scrutiny of courtly eyes, for nearly two years. Flynn had felt that she was the only person to truly know him and see beyond his princely façade. Eventually, Flynn contemplated revealing his intentions to marry her to his father, but fate had other ideas. When the King announced Flynn's betrothal to the Princess of Lunaris, he was devastated. All the plans he had imagined up with his paramour were shattered in an instant. Flynn had never even laid eyes on the Princess, let alone considered her as a potential spouse. Their kingdoms had been bitter enemies for generations, and yet his father had agreed to the union without consulting Flynn. Shock quickly grew into to anger when his father disclosed the next step: to conceive a prophesied "savior child" with the Princess and then to be sacrificed upon its birth as an offering to the gods. Flynn's fury simmered beneath a façade of composure as he grappled with this unthinkable decree. How could his father be so incredibly selfish? The King had waited so long to act that now he would throw away the life of his eldest son for a plan that Flynn had no faith in. His mind raced with schemes to remove himself from this madness and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Instead of a guaranteed death sentence, Flynn pleaded to be allowed to establish a new colony. He proposed assembling the wisest sages and using his own expertise to research the blight, believing that with adequate resources, they could find a cure. When both kingdoms initially denied this request, Flynn sweetened the deal by agreeing to the marriage and pledging to conceive a child with the princess. This compromise was met with approval. Almost immediately Flynn was forced to uproot his life and make the journey to Lunaris to marry his future Queen.}


^{__________________________________________} _{27 \| Blight-Born \| Research Subject & Herbalist ^{__________________________________________} Kingdom: Lunaris; however, born in Aurelia ^{__________________________________________} Magic Specialty: Fire & Psychic ^{__________________________________________}} ^{✧ Height – 5'5" ✧ Build – Lean/Slight hourglass shape ✧ Eye Color – Glowing Golden-Orange ✧ Hair Color – Red}	_{B I O G R A P H Y} _{Originally born in the Kingdom of Aurelia, Kira came from a family of humble commoners who resided in a small village nestled near the border between Aurelia and Lunaris. The family, consisting of Kira's parents and her two sisters — one younger, one older — struggled to make ends meet at times, but their parents hid it well from their children. Kira's father, a dedicated blacksmith, provided for them through his tireless efforts at the forge, while her mother tended to the household and sold the various ironworks crafted by her husband. Despite his disappointment for not having a son to carry on his legacy, Kira's father treated his daughters with equal regard. He taught them the art of the sword and the skills of the forge, emphasizing the importance of preserving their family business as he himself came from a long line of highly valued blacksmiths. Kira enjoyed her time at the forge and even focused on improving her skill in fire magic in order to assist her father. Although they had occasional hardships, their family made a decent life for themselves, at least from what Kira can recall. At the age of 10, Kira, the wild middle child with an adventurous mind, made a decision to journey beyond the kingdom's borders alone. Despite the supposed peace between Aurelia and Lunaris, venturing across the border was known to be extremely dangerous - especially for commoners who would be unnoticed by the Royal Family. Lost in the mountainous forest, Kira encountered a patrol unit from Lunaris. Rather than guiding her back, they seized her and transported her all the way to their capital. Unbeknownst to Kira, her arrival in Lunaris fulfilled a hidden purpose. The King sought a child like her — hailing from Aurelia, imbued with the innate ability to expertly harness the sun's magic, yet still malleable enough to be shaped into a Lunarian and learn their ways. Upon her arrival in the capital, Kira was swiftly placed into a military training academy, where she was slowly stripped of her Aurelian identity. If she wanted to survive then she had to assimilate, and so she did. Kira adapted to the harsh realities of Lunarian life, both in terms of the challenging terrain and the unforgiving nature of their culture. Her Lunarian instructors were strict and often unforgiving, but she was met with great reward if she followed orders. Though memories of her carefree life in Aurelia often invaded her thoughts, Kira gradually abandoned her dreams in favor of excelling within the confines of her new reality. Success brought with it advancement in rank, granting her increased privileges and status. After enduring five years of relentless trials, Kira finally met the standards set by the King himself. Kira was then inducted into a select academy reserved exclusively for the kingdom's covert operations unit and elite assassins. Over the next five years, Kira immersed herself in the art of becoming an assassin; mastering skills in stealth, close combat, poisons, and psychic magic. Hindered by distance from her homeland, her proficiency in fire magic waned, and while she became skilled in Lunarian Psychic magic, it could never match the strength of those born in Lunaris. Instead, she honed her prowess in combat, swiftly rising through the ranks to become the academy's top student. At the age of 20, Kira embarked on her first mission, executing it with precision. Mission after mission followed, each carried out with a cold efficiency that lacked any trace of sentimentality toward her execution of Aurelian spies. Through her skillful use of poisons to take out people without making a scene, Kira earned herself the nickname "Nightshade" among her peers in the kingdom. Having spent half her life in Lunaris, thoughts of her past life and family grew scarce. In her own mind, she had shed her former identity and embraced her new existence as a Lunarian. At 25, Kira received orders to abandon the comforts of her home in the capital and covertly insert herself into a remote village. Her mission: to infiltrate and dismantle a suspected network of Aurelian spies and military operatives rumored to be lurking there. Following orders, Kira assumed the identity of a wandering herbalist in search of settlement, seamlessly blending into the village. For a year, she meticulously identified Aurelian agents, dispatching intelligence back to the capital. However, the village's fortune took a dire turn when a blight ravaged their potato crops, the community's staple food source. Quickly the blight began to wipe out villagers in waves; even Kira could not escape the blight's fatal grasp. The transformation first began with coughing up blood and soon it filled her lungs, causing her to essentially drown. Kira lay dead in her small cabin home for a full day before she awoke as a changed creature. Her once blue eyes now glowed with a golden orange radiance, fangs had formed in her mouth, each of her senses were heightened and she had an insatiable thirst for blood. Leaving her cabin, Kira found that she was the only person in the village to make it out alive. A purple haze of blight had begun to seep from the ground, but Kira remained unaffected by it. When word had made it to the capital they had sent a scout down, but upon seeing the village covered in the blight, they did not dare commence a search for Kira and instead sent back word that she had certainly died in the tragedy. Kira did not return to the kingdom's capital on her own, knowing what they would think of her, and so she let them believe she was dead. Once again displaced, Kira knew she must assimilate to a new way of life. For another year she lived in the tainted village, sustaining herself on lost people or hunted animals, teetering on the brink of madness in her solitary existence. Yet, news of Dawnhaven, a sort of refuge for those afflicted by the blight, beckoned her. Leaving behind her village, Kira ventured to Dawnhaven, offering her herbalist knowledge and agreeing to be studied in the quest for a cure. Kira does not believe that there could ever be a cure for blight, and isn't sure if she necessarily wants to rid herself of her new abilities, but living around other people and having a new place to call home felt good again for the time being.} _{B L I G H T - B O R N} _{Kira has been lucky in that her appearance did not change greatly. Her once blue eyes have turned a golden-orange color and have a slight glow to them that can be seen in the dark. Her incisors have grown into incredibly sharp fangs; it does not take much for them to puncture skin. Type: "Classical" Abilities: Blinding speed and incredible strength, like all blight-born. Her unique abilities include all 5 senses being greatly enhanced, the ability to release venomous poison from her fangs, as well as imprinting herself on any victim that she does not kill by draining. If she imprints on someone they develop an extreme attachment to her, feeling a closeness to her like they never have before. They can share feelings and thoughts with each other without speaking. While not fully controlled by her, they are much more likely to do as she bids them to. Weaknesses: Sun, light magic, and sound that resonates at high frequencies.}

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Two rival kingdoms lay in ruin, their lands poisoned by blight and the sky plunged into eternal darkness. Out of desperation, an alliance is forged. An arranged marriage between the Prince of Aurelia, the Sun Kingdom, and Princess of Lunaris, the Moon Kingdom, is decreed, meant to unite the fractured lands against the encroaching darkness. The union of these two is prophesied to bring forth a child, the Eclipsian Guardian, destined to save the world from the blight that consumes it and return the sun to the sky. However, this marriage has also been ordered as an offering to the Goddesses of Sun and Moon; Aelios and Seluna. Should the Gods allow the Eclipsian Guardian to be born, the chosen ones would then sacrifice their lives.

In a desperate bid to appease the gods and keep his life, the Prince persuades his people to forgo their traditional sacrifices. Instead, he proposes the establishment of a new colony with his betrothed that would live at the blight's edge. This settlement aims to research and find a cure for the blight while he and the Princess forge a new future for the anticipated Eclipsian Guardian. This arrangement still sacrifices their lives and many others if they do not find a cure by the time the poison creeps in, but it does buy the Prince and Princess time. Both kingdoms endorsed this plea, granting permission for the royal couple to recruit individuals from each realm to aid in building the colony. Those summoned by the royal decree must depart their kingdoms' safety or face death. 

The prince's actions have not only potentially condemned hundreds to the blight's grasp, but also endangered the very essence of their lineage. In settlements ravaged by the poison, most perish, yet a rare few endure, undergoing a metamorphosis. From this crucible arises a new humanoid, infused with vampire-like attributes that grant resilience against the blight's onslaught. Yet, this newfound resilience comes at a cost, as those residing within the blight's shadow are reviled as monstrous entities, cast out from society and hunted down for extermination. 

Now, adventurers from all walks of life are drawn to the new settlement, their motivations varied but united by a common goal: to find a cure for the blight and restore daylight to the sky. Amidst the challenges of their quest, they must also grapple with the profound changes wrought by the blight, including the emergence of the new vampire humanoids. As the colony strives to embrace their new life and allies, they traverse treacherous landscapes and uncover the secrets of the blight, acutely aware that the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

For centuries, Aurelia has always been considered the dominant of the two kingdoms. Strategically positioned in the southern hemisphere of the continent, Aurelia enjoys a warmer climate and boasts a vast mountainous terrain that shields the valley in which it is located, rendering invasion highly challenging. Additionally, the fertile lands surrounding its capital further enhance its agricultural prosperity. Benefiting from ample resources, the Royal Family consistently aids their loyal subjects, earning widespread reverence among the majority of the populace.

As a result, those living in Aurelia's capital are well taken cafe of and highly educated. With basic needs readily fulfilled, Aurelians direct their attention to scholarly pursuits and mastering magic. Notably, Aurelia holds the largest and most proficient army among the two kingdoms, both in sheer numbers and magical prowess.

For as long as anyone can remember, Aurelia and Lunaris have fought wars over land and resources, but most times it has been Aurelia to come out on top. The last war was nearly 50 years ago and peace has been maintained, though relationships were still strained. When the sun no longer rose in the sky, Aurelia's magic abilities and their agriculture prowess declined greatly. After a few months of suffering, the King's hand was forced to reach out to their sworn enemy in hopes to find a solutions. 

Religion: Aurelia worships the Goddess of the Sun, Aelios. She is twin to the Moon Goddess, Seluna. The stories say that the two have been at war with each other from the moment time began. 

Magic: Those born in Aurelia have a natural affinity for the sun; their magic is powered directly through it's warmth. Without the sun their powers are greatly decreased, although still accessible. They specialize in fire, earth, light, and healing magic. 

All people are born with an ability to harness magic, though some are better at it than others. Those who have higher status in society have more available resources to them to learn how to control and expand their magic abilities. 

Climate: Typically warm, hovering around 60-80 degrees most days of the year. Their summers can be hot and reach 100-120 degrees during their warmest season. Their winter is more like fall and never gets below 50 degrees. In order for them to experience cold they would need to explore into the distant northern mountain terrain which is extremely dangerous and rare for anyone to do except for trained military scouts.

In contrast to their southern adversaries, Lunaris has not had such a prosperous history. Settled in the northern hemisphere, Lunaris occupies a high-altitude position amidst a rugged mountain range. While this setting presents many hardships, it also affords them unparalleled protection. The path to their capital is treacherous, claiming the lives of many who attempt it. Despite enduring numerous conflicts with Aurelia, Lunaris has successfully safeguarded its capital from Aurelian intrusion, owed largely to the formidable natural barriers of its mountainous terrain. 

Despite their challenges, they are remarkably resilient. Due to their northern position, Lunaris endures six months of perpetual darkness. The cold temperatures render their land infertile, greatly impacting their ability to cultivate crops, which are further hindered by the absence of sunlight for half of the year. Consequently, the Lunarians have honed their skills as proficient hunters and are excellent navigators of the hazardous mountain terrain. In Lunaris, industriousness is a way of life; its inhabitants can not rely on the royal family to assist them like those in Aurelia. Survival hinges on self-sufficiency, demanding both prowess in combat and the ability to provide for oneself. While the Royal Family may not, and can not, offer the same level of support as their counterparts in Aurelia, they are fairly well-liked. Raised in a culture of self-reliance, the majority of Lunarians are accustomed to fending for themselves and do not anticipate receiving handouts. They take pride in their independence.

When the sun ceased to rise, Lunaris experienced minimal disruption in their daily lives. In fact, their magical abilities grew stronger with the moon overhead, as it does during their annual six-month period of darkness. When the King of Aurelia sought assistance, the King of Lunaris was initially inclined to refuse, harboring resentment for centuries of conflict and hardship. However, the encroaching blight posed a dire threat to the Lunaris capital and the kingdom at large. Reluctantly, swayed by his Queen's impassioned plea to see reason, the King of Lunaris begrudgingly agreed to entertain the treaty in pursuit of a solution to the looming crisis.

Religion: Lunaris worships the Goddess of the Moon, Seluna. She is twin to the Sun Goddess, Aelios. The stories say that the two have been at war with each other from the moment time began.

Magic: Those born in Lunaris have a natural affinity for the moon; their magic is enhanced at night and at full power during a full moon. Without the sun arising daily, their powers are greatly increased. They specialize in water, air, dark, and psychic magic. 

All people are born with an ability to harness magic, though some are better at it than others. Those who have higher status in society have more available resources to them to learn how to control and expand their magic abilities. 

Climate: During the first half of the year their temperatures can range from 40-60 degrees. During their annual six months of darkness the temperature can get down to -50 degrees. They do not experience a full range of seasons - the first half of the year is similar to spring and the rest of the year is a deep winter freeze. If they travel down the mountain range they can reach slightly warmer temperatures, but most do not try and make this dangerous journey unless absolutely necessary.

For eight years now, the kingdoms have been aware of the poison seeping from the depths of the earth, yet despite concerted efforts, neither have been able to find an antidote. It manifests initially by decimating the weakest plant life and contaminating crops grown in its tainted soil. Those who consume these poisoned crops suffer swift and severe food poisoning, sometimes with fatal consequences to children, the elderly, or the sick. Once the contamination is detected in crops, it inevitably infiltrates the water supply. As flora and fauna perish, a deep purple miasma emanates from the earth, poisoning the air and making it unbreathable for humans. Inhalation of the vapors is often fatal, triggering a gruesome process of self-consumption within the body.

Initially, the blight's progression wasn't alarming enough for either royal family to take significant action, but as it began ravaging large agricultural areas, the issue became paramount. However, the slow call to action may have been too late. The most learned sages in each kingdom were tasked with investigating the blight nearly 3 years ago, yet their efforts have yielded little of value thus far.

The blight spreads deeply into both realms, with Lunaris bearing the brunt of its advance. According to the sages' observations, the blight thrives in colder climates.

Blight-Born creatures, similar to the monsters called vampires from ancient tales, are shrouded in mystery. Their forms vary widely, as the blight seems mutate their original genetic makeup. Yet, they share one common trait: the ability to absorb power or energy, akin to vampires. As a new humanoid species, little is understood about them beyond the excruciating death and transformation experienced by humans exposed to blight vapors. Research into these creatures remains scarce, as both kingdoms' religions label them  as abominations. Consequently, the royal families have launched military campaigns to hunt down and eradicate these creatures in the past. 

Contrary to the actions of the other monarchs, the Prince of Aurelia has chosen to extend hospitality to these creatures in his new colony, provided they demonstrate no feral tendencies and are kept under vigilant surveillance. Granting them liberty within his settlement, the Prince attempts what neither of the kingdom's rulers has dared. Despite the inherent risks, he is determined to study and understand these beings, seeing an opportunity to advance the quest for a cure.

Transformation: This can vary from person to person, but the transformation is painful and gruesome each time. In order to survive the blight a person must first die. Within hours, sometimes days, the person arises again with a newly transformed body and unique abilities they did not previously possess. 

Types: I will be very loose with the definition of "vampire" here. You may give your blight-born many different race characteristics. However, they all need to have one thing in common: they absorb or drain something in order to continue living. Blood, energy, magic, etc. I'll list a few options here, but feel free to be creative. Each of these can be fatal if not kept in check. 

• Classical: Drains blood. Pretty self explanatory. 
• Energy: Absorbs vitality, leaving a person weak and susceptible to illness or injury. 
• Emotional: Feeds off high emotions of any kind, leaving victims exhausted and numb for some time afterwards. 
• Sexual: Feeds off sexual interactions like a succubus/incubus, causing a person to hyper-fixated on wanting more against their better judgement and sacrificing their own needs. 
• Psychic: Feeds off peoples dreams and thoughts, results in sleeplessness, confusion, and mental fatigue. 
• Soul: Drains the soul of a person, leaving them spiritually broken and without a will to live.
• Magical: Drains another persons mana, weakening another persons magical ability greatly. 

Weaknesses/Strengths: Blight-Born are known for their blinding speed and formidable strength, yet their unique abilities span a wide spectrum. Each Blight-Born appears to possess its own set of distinct attributes, making them highly diverse. Almost universally, these creatures are intolerant of sunlight, often able to endure its rays for only brief periods. However, without the sun, they can now roam free.

You may give your blight-born a few more specific strengths; try not to go overboard - I may ask you to remove some traits if I feel it is too overpowered. Please include at least one more unique weakness as well.

Dawnhaven, the newly founded settlement of the Prince and Princess, lies nestled in the southern reaches of Lunaris. Situated at the foothills of a mountain range and adjacent to a pristine freshwater lake, it enjoys milder temperatures compared to the chill of the Lunaris capital, though still far from the warmth of Aurelia. This strategic location was selected for its proximity to the blight, a mere ten miles north. 

Just six months prior, the colony was established, with the Prince leading a host of settlers to aid in constructing their new abode alongside his betrothed. Following their wedding, they embarked on a journey to Dawnhaven accompanied by a small entourage of individuals summoned to join them in this endeavor.

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Name:
First & Last

Age:

Appearance:
No real photos, only digital art, please. If you need help with this, I am happy to help find one you like!
You may add a description here as well but please always provide a picture.

Race:
You only have two options here: human or blight-born? There are no other races here besides human and blight-born (vampires). Humans may harness magic but they are otherwise the same race.

Blight-Born Traits:
Only include this if your character is not human. List how the blight changed your character and what weaknesses/strengths they have been given as well as what type of draining ability they have.

Kingdom:
Aurelia or Lunaris?

Role:
The Prince and Princess role have both been taken, but you may play anyone else in the world. A few ideas: Royal guard or other military members, handmaiden, healer, priest/priestess, sage (magic teacher/researcher), blacksmith, armorer, carpenter, farmer, servant, etc etc. Feel free to bring your own ideas here too! 

Magic:
What kind of magic does your character specialize in, if any? This is not required, not all humans learned how to harness magic. 

Short Bio:
Please include why your character is in Dawnhaven now; were you summoned by the prince/princess or did you come on your own accord?

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_{For centuries, Aurelia has always been considered the dominant of the two kingdoms. Strategically positioned in the southern hemisphere of the continent, Aurelia enjoys a warmer climate and boasts a vast mountainous terrain that shields the valley in which it is located, rendering invasion highly challenging. Additionally, the fertile lands surrounding its capital further enhance its agricultural prosperity. Benefiting from ample resources, the Royal Family consistently aids their loyal subjects, earning widespread reverence among the majority of the populace. As a result, those living in Aurelia's capital are well taken cafe of and highly educated. With basic needs readily fulfilled, Aurelians direct their attention to scholarly pursuits and mastering magic. Notably, Aurelia holds the largest and most proficient army among the two kingdoms, both in sheer numbers and magical prowess. For as long as anyone can remember, Aurelia and Lunaris have fought wars over land and resources, but most times it has been Aurelia to come out on top. The last war was nearly 50 years ago and peace has been maintained, though relationships were still strained. When the sun no longer rose in the sky, Aurelia's magic abilities and their agriculture prowess declined greatly. After a few months of suffering, the King's hand was forced to reach out to their sworn enemy in hopes to find a solutions. Religion: Aurelia worships the Goddess of the Sun, Aelios. She is twin to the Moon Goddess, Seluna. The stories say that the two have been at war with each other from the moment time began. Magic: Those born in Aurelia have a natural affinity for the sun; their magic is powered directly through it's warmth. Without the sun their powers are greatly decreased, although still accessible. They specialize in fire, earth, light, and healing magic. All people are born with an ability to harness magic, though some are better at it than others. Those who have higher status in society have more available resources to them to learn how to control and expand their magic abilities. Climate: Typically warm, hovering around 60-80 degrees most days of the year. Their summers can be hot and reach 100-120 degrees during their warmest season. Their winter is more like fall and never gets below 50 degrees. In order for them to experience cold they would need to explore into the distant northern mountain terrain which is extremely dangerous and rare for anyone to do except for trained military scouts.}


_{In contrast to their southern adversaries, Lunaris has not had such a prosperous history. Settled in the northern hemisphere, Lunaris occupies a high-altitude position amidst a rugged mountain range. While this setting presents many hardships, it also affords them unparalleled protection. The path to their capital is treacherous, claiming the lives of many who attempt it. Despite enduring numerous conflicts with Aurelia, Lunaris has successfully safeguarded its capital from Aurelian intrusion, owed largely to the formidable natural barriers of its mountainous terrain. Despite their challenges, they are remarkably resilient. Due to their northern position, Lunaris endures six months of perpetual darkness. The cold temperatures render their land infertile, greatly impacting their ability to cultivate crops, which are further hindered by the absence of sunlight for half of the year. Consequently, the Lunarians have honed their skills as proficient hunters and are excellent navigators of the hazardous mountain terrain. In Lunaris, industriousness is a way of life; its inhabitants can not rely on the royal family to assist them like those in Aurelia. Survival hinges on self-sufficiency, demanding both prowess in combat and the ability to provide for oneself. While the Royal Family may not, and can not, offer the same level of support as their counterparts in Aurelia, they are fairly well-liked. Raised in a culture of self-reliance, the majority of Lunarians are accustomed to fending for themselves and do not anticipate receiving handouts. They take pride in their independence. When the sun ceased to rise, Lunaris experienced minimal disruption in their daily lives. In fact, their magical abilities grew stronger with the moon overhead, as it does during their annual six-month period of darkness. When the King of Aurelia sought assistance, the King of Lunaris was initially inclined to refuse, harboring resentment for centuries of conflict and hardship. However, the encroaching blight posed a dire threat to the Lunaris capital and the kingdom at large. Reluctantly, swayed by his Queen's impassioned plea to see reason, the King of Lunaris begrudgingly agreed to entertain the treaty in pursuit of a solution to the looming crisis. Religion: Lunaris worships the Goddess of the Moon, Seluna. She is twin to the Sun Goddess, Aelios. The stories say that the two have been at war with each other from the moment time began. Magic: Those born in Lunaris have a natural affinity for the moon; their magic is enhanced at night and at full power during a full moon. Without the sun arising daily, their powers are greatly increased. They specialize in water, air, dark, and psychic magic. All people are born with an ability to harness magic, though some are better at it than others. Those who have higher status in society have more available resources to them to learn how to control and expand their magic abilities. Climate: During the first half of the year their temperatures can range from 40-60 degrees. During their annual six months of darkness the temperature can get down to -50 degrees. They do not experience a full range of seasons - the first half of the year is similar to spring and the rest of the year is a deep winter freeze. If they travel down the mountain range they can reach slightly warmer temperatures, but most do not try and make this dangerous journey unless absolutely necessary.}


_{For eight years now, the kingdoms have been aware of the poison seeping from the depths of the earth, yet despite concerted efforts, neither have been able to find an antidote. It manifests initially by decimating the weakest plant life and contaminating crops grown in its tainted soil. Those who consume these poisoned crops suffer swift and severe food poisoning, sometimes with fatal consequences to children, the elderly, or the sick. Once the contamination is detected in crops, it inevitably infiltrates the water supply. As flora and fauna perish, a deep purple miasma emanates from the earth, poisoning the air and making it unbreathable for humans. Inhalation of the vapors is often fatal, triggering a gruesome process of self-consumption within the body. Initially, the blight's progression wasn't alarming enough for either royal family to take significant action, but as it began ravaging large agricultural areas, the issue became paramount. However, the slow call to action may have been too late. The most learned sages in each kingdom were tasked with investigating the blight nearly 3 years ago, yet their efforts have yielded little of value thus far. The blight spreads deeply into both realms, with Lunaris bearing the brunt of its advance. According to the sages' observations, the blight thrives in colder climates.}


_{Blight-Born creatures, similar to the monsters called vampires from ancient tales, are shrouded in mystery. Their forms vary widely, as the blight seems mutate their original genetic makeup. Yet, they share one common trait: the ability to absorb power or energy, akin to vampires. As a new humanoid species, little is understood about them beyond the excruciating death and transformation experienced by humans exposed to blight vapors. Research into these creatures remains scarce, as both kingdoms' religions label them as abominations. Consequently, the royal families have launched military campaigns to hunt down and eradicate these creatures in the past. Contrary to the actions of the other monarchs, the Prince of Aurelia has chosen to extend hospitality to these creatures in his new colony, provided they demonstrate no feral tendencies and are kept under vigilant surveillance. Granting them liberty within his settlement, the Prince attempts what neither of the kingdom's rulers has dared. Despite the inherent risks, he is determined to study and understand these beings, seeing an opportunity to advance the quest for a cure. Transformation: This can vary from person to person, but the transformation is painful and gruesome each time. In order to survive the blight a person must first die. Within hours, sometimes days, the person arises again with a newly transformed body and unique abilities they did not previously possess. Types: I will be very loose with the definition of "vampire" here. You may give your blight-born many different race characteristics. However, they all need to have one thing in common: they absorb or drain something in order to continue living. Blood, energy, magic, etc. I'll list a few options here, but feel free to be creative. Each of these can be fatal if not kept in check. • Classical: Drains blood. Pretty self explanatory. • Energy: Absorbs vitality, leaving a person weak and susceptible to illness or injury. • Emotional: Feeds off high emotions of any kind, leaving victims exhausted and numb for some time afterwards. • Sexual: Feeds off sexual interactions like a succubus/incubus, causing a person to hyper-fixated on wanting more against their better judgement and sacrificing their own needs. • Psychic: Feeds off peoples dreams and thoughts, results in sleeplessness, confusion, and mental fatigue. • Soul: Drains the soul of a person, leaving them spiritually broken and without a will to live. • Magical: Drains another persons mana, weakening another persons magical ability greatly. Weaknesses/Strengths: Blight-Born are known for their blinding speed and formidable strength, yet their unique abilities span a wide spectrum. Each Blight-Born appears to possess its own set of distinct attributes, making them highly diverse. Almost universally, these creatures are intolerant of sunlight, often able to endure its rays for only brief periods. However, without the sun, they can now roam free. You may give your blight-born a few more specific strengths; try not to go overboard - I may ask you to remove some traits if I feel it is too overpowered. Please include at least one more unique weakness as well.}


_{Dawnhaven, the newly founded settlement of the Prince and Princess, lies nestled in the southern reaches of Lunaris. Situated at the foothills of a mountain range and adjacent to a pristine freshwater lake, it enjoys milder temperatures compared to the chill of the Lunaris capital, though still far from the warmth of Aurelia. This strategic location was selected for its proximity to the blight, a mere ten miles north. Just six months prior, the colony was established, with the Prince leading a host of settlers to aid in constructing their new abode alongside his betrothed. Following their wedding, they embarked on a journey to Dawnhaven accompanied by a small entourage of individuals summoned to join them in this endeavor.}

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 18 days ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks

I'll have the RP up tomorrow! Just making some finishing touches to it tonight :)

In Realms of Sun & Shadow → 18 days ago Forum: General Interest Checks

I'll have the RP up tomorrow! Just making some finishing touches to it tonight :)

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