[center][h2][color=#e58726]Amunemhet Ramesses Sipar[/color][/h2] [h3][color=#ba4d1e]Prince of Egypt[/color][/h3][/center] For Amun, the day had started early - the jet-lagged prince had jumped out of bed at four a.m. - and with vigour. He’d been looking forward to this day since he’d first begun preparing for his trip. Sure, he wasn’t too excited about entering a lifelong commitment with a girl he’d never met, but he was an optimist. He chose to look at the bright side, like how absolutely fantastic he planned to look when he got to the Grand Ball. After a long and relaxing morning of showering, scrubbing, and skyping his sister, he was ready to get started. Amun had meticulously planned his outfit days before, and had the whole ensemble carefully pressed and laid out. The traditional outfit came in layers: First, a knee-length white linen kilt with a wide red and white sash for a belt, hanging down the front in two layers. Then came the jewellery. His ensemble came with wide gold bands for his forearms (the soft metal could be moulded further for a tight fit) and two filigree bands for his upper arms; one in the shape of a [url=http://www.azzafahmy.com/media/catalog/product/cache/2/thumbnail/17f82f742ffe127f42dca9de82fb58b1/c/b/cbsg.12-001.jpg]winged scarab[/url], the other a [url=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51O6tyz1FdL._SL250_.jpg]coiled snake[/url]. His collar was made in the shape of a red scarab amulet with wide golden wings, spanning almost to his shoulders and balanced with a lotus-shaped metal weight in the back. Then came the most important part: Cosmetics. Sure, dressing up was fun; but the highlight of every event for Amun was doing his makeup. Makeup had always been a hobby for Amun. Sitting at his vanity and expertly painting his eyes in the traditional fashion, he could remember all the times he’d done the same before; he’d made a habit of it whenever he was upset. He could be stressed or frustrated, but as soon as he sat in front of that mirror, his only problem was getting his [i]fucking[/i] eyeliner even. He found it to be a satisfying artistic outlet, and the side effect of looking damn fine didn’t go unappreciated either. He painted his eyes with dark black eyeliner, flawlessly extending the corners of his eyes in the traditional fashion, darkening and extending his eyebrows to match. A nearly imperceptible dusting of translucent green eyeshadow gave him a bit of sparkle and some toning, and some general smoothening and contouring gave the rest of his face a sharp, even complexion. He’d perfected the traditional balance of heavy eye makeup and natural evening over the years, and he came away from his work feeling refreshed and confident. Amun had taken his routine slowly, taking care that everything be perfect. After all, the world’s cameras would be on the attendants of the ball that night. For days entertainment television, tabloid magazines, and radio hosts would be debating the outfits of the attendees, asking, “Who wore it better?” and “How does it compare to the last event?”. And Amun intended to have them all buzzing his name. But before he could don his final garment (a pleated gossamer cloak that was essentially a rectangular shroud held at the waist by a sash) a knock at his door interrupted him. “Come in,” he called. The heavy door swung open, revealing a hotel attendant. The man cleared his throat and announced, “You are expected in the banquet hall in five minutes, Prince Ramesses.” Amun allowed a frown; he hated that name. But, no matter. The attendant didn’t know any better. “Thank you.” He pulled on his cloak and his headdress - a traditional white cloth headdress with a golden headband bearing the cobra goddess Wadjet, curled on the forehead - and made for the door. It came sooner than expected, but Amun didn’t mind. He was always ready for a party. ------- It was a short drive to the palace, especially considering that several roads near the palace had been closed for the various royal arrivals. Of course, Amun’s caravan moved a bit slower than most commuters, involving a state-of-the-art armoured limousine and an escort of Egyptian military police. Sure, sometimes all that armour made him feel like everyone was trying to kill him, but he had learned to get used to it. Instead, he aimed his thoughts toward the ball. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited, but his anticipation was aimed more toward the party itself than the reason he’d been invited in the first place. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it. The limousine pulled up into the loop in front of the entrance, where some members of royalty were already waiting. Amun recognized the girl and her family as the royalty of Aciras - his hosts. It took a moment for Amun to recognize the other, a man about his age accompanied by a rather intimidating guard. Luckily, Amun had done his research - mostly on social media and news sources - and recognized the stiff posture to be that of the heir of the Königreich der Welten. Or… So he hoped. He’d find out soon enough. Amun was a tad crestfallen to find that he was one of the first to arrive, but recovered quickly. Two attendants, also dressed in traditional Egyptian fashion, stepped out of the limousine and opened the door. Amun’s lips curled into a smile as one thought occupied his mind: [i]Showtime.[/i] In a flourish typical of Egyptian royalty, Amun stepped smoothly from the limousine, striding forward with a friendly smile and posture. HIs attendants tailed smoothly behind, both carrying packages. Sweeping through the entrance and climbing the staircase, Amun halted in front of the royal family and gave a wide, sweeping bow. “A pleasure to meet you, my Lord and Lady,” he greeted the King and Queen respectfully. His english carried an odd accent, somewhere between the several different languages he’d learned simultaneously growing up. However, it had often been called charming. Amun offered a glance and a charming smile to Raven as he rose, adding, “And you as well, Princess.” A glance to the side was all one attendant needed to step forward and brandish her package. “The Pharaoh sends his regrets that he could not be here today to thank you for your hospitality,” Amun explained, gesturing to the attendant, “He sends his regards and a gift, as a symbol of his gratitude.” Gifts were a common occurrence in Amun’s culture; the great wealth of the Egyptian Empire had long leant itself to generosity, especially toward allied royalty. Of course, ancient gifts of horses and slaves had evolved to fine perfumes, jewellery, and watches for each of the royal family to enjoy. Still, the sentiment stood. After a brief exchange with the royal family, Amun turned and leant a bow to Niklas, offering a friendly, “A pleasure as well, Prince Niklas.” His business done for now, Amun sent the now-emptyhanded attendant to go about her business, and fell in line with the others as the rest of the guests arrived. [hider=Summary because god this post needs it] -Amun is jet-lagged to shit -Has a long getting-ready montage (feel free to play eye of the tiger or something similar as you imagine it). Is wearing traditional egyptian dress, including a white kilt with a red and white sash-belt, a gossmer cloak with sleeves that are basically open-ended folds (they show up in hieroglyphs all the time, you probably know what I mean I'm not sure how to describe it) -Does his makeup like a pro -Pulls up to the palace in a limo with an excort of egyptian military police and flagged by two attendants, dressed traditionally and carrying packages -Interacts with [@HayleyTheRandom]'s family (presents them with a gift and the Pharaoh's regrets that he couldn't attend) and gives a bow and a friendly greeting to [@WilliamTurner] -Now lies in wait for the others, feeling pretty damn fly For the clothing, I took a lot of inspiration from The Prince of Egypt for the clothing (I know, I know, but the Egyptian stuff in that movie was actually very accurate. Also because I adore that movie.) so if you're curious, looking up screens from that should give you a decent (although less detailed) idea of what I mean. Also, I actually did not anticipate that his title would end up being "Prince of Egypt", haha. I swear, I'm not that plagiaristic! XD[/hider]