mnkee's post archive

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mnkee's post archive

A more formal place for me to archive old and new posts

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Current Roleplays & Utilized Characters

Soulless Regency
Dates active: December 2016 - Present

• Fyror Gallant Kildragon
• Thalken Merc Talink

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Previous Roleplays & Utilized Characters

The Hidden People
Dates active: August 2016 - September 2016

• Sapphira Elvron Lux
• Loki von Darkling

When Royalty Collides
Dates active: September 2016 - November 2016

• Feora Isabel Swinth
• Kingdom of Wulfswinth

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 10, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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Sapphira started her day early, just as the sun rose lazily into the sky. She had long since established the habit of waking up early, getting ready swiftly, and starting the day with a breath of fresh air. The forests surrounding the Gringore Academy called her name from the moment she arrived in Teemore a few days ago. Since then, she has spent little time in her simple dorm room and has extensively explored what her new home has to offer.

After taking a quick shower, she towel dried her hair and ran a brush through her long platinum blonde locks. She then looked through her relatively small selection of clothes and shoes to find what to wear. She chose one of her go to outfits: skinny jeans, a simple top with a shawl or jacket, and combat boots. The skinny jeans were stretchy enough to be comfortable while accentuating her long legs, and the cream colored tank top had an emblem that reminded her of the mythical Tree of Life. She pulled out a pair of short, light brown boots and a black and cream shawl to wear over her tank top. She braided her hair into a partial French braid that almost completely covered her pointed ears. She left her face free of makeup as she usually does.

She ventured outside to explore until the student orientation began. She strolled through the courtyard, admiring the beautiful flowers and thinking about what the year had to offer. Having already learned a lot from her mother and from the classes she took at the Guardian institute in Timișoara, Romania, her main focus was to go through the Guardian Training Program. She was confident she could pass the test to become an official Guardian.

Time seemed to pass by quickly. She left early for student orientation and found a spot around the middle of the room. She listened intently to the different speakers: Principal Honeycutt, faculty members, and presidents of each school club. She noted that the noise level was a bit loud for her sensitive hearing. Overall, the orientation was informative, and she enjoyed being surrounded by a multitude of Supernatural beings. She may not be a Guardian yet, but she already swore to protect those around her and uphold the peace if the need arose. Her journey to her true calling was just beginning.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 14, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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Sapphira took a deep breath of the fresh air as she stepped out into the courtyard, having just finished with orientation. Being surrounded by so many magical beings, her innate sixth sense has been buzzing insistently in the back of her mind, alerting her to the large presence of magic. The sensation has the potential to be overwhelming but with years of practice she has learned to manage it. She can push it aside until she can spare her attention long enough to acknowledge it and explore the types of magic it is has detected.

She stopped in the middle of the courtyard and was about to open her mind to her sixth sense when the fluttering of paper caught her attention. She reflexively snatched one of the nearby flyers as it made its slow descent to the ground. The flyer stated that the Fitzroy wolf pack was throwing a party tonight at their abandoned mansion in the woods. She wasn’t much of a partier, but she considered going for the sake of meeting new people and being there if things got out of hand.

I certainly hope they are smart enough not to give people with superhuman abilities too much alcohol. Talk about a disaster waiting to happen. She mentally cringed at the thought. She folded up the flyer and stuffed it into her pocket.

She once again opened her mind to her sixth sense. She felt it immediately surge outward as it focused on different individuals with magic. Her serene crystal blue eyes followed in the directions it lead her. Her gaze landed on the dancing nymphs, and she sensed the connection they have with nature. Her gaze then moved to an Asian man sitting on the central fountain of the courtyard (Tony). She recognized him as one of the Guardians Auxilaries she had seen at orientation. She could sense that he had telekinetic abilities. Her gaze moved around several more times, and her mind quickly took note of the presence of many other types of magic. Her eyes finally landed on a nearby man wearing a black scarf and hooded jacket (Morgan). She sensed that he had power over water. He did not appear to be a Fae elemental, so she assumed he was a witch.

Her mind felt more relaxed after using her power. The annoying buzzing sensation it had caused was gone—for now.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 14, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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As more people filed out into the courtyard, Sapphira’s power attempted to tug her in different directions towards all of the unexplored sources of magic. However, she didn’t feel like indulging its relentless pursuit any longer. She was about to close her mind off to it when a particular sensation buzzed louder than the rest, making her muscles instinctively tense.

Dark magic. An unsettling feeling, an inborn reaction, always washed over her when she sensed darker forms of magic. Her Fae magic seemingly didn’t get along with dark magic. Truthfully, she hated the instinctive reaction, knowing full well that the type of magic one has does not define the intentions of the person. Any magic can be abused.

Her eyes landed on the source of the dark magic, a red haired woman walking across the courtyard to the Asian man with telekinesis. She could sense that the woman had multiple powers within the realm of what she knew as dark magic. Fortunately, the woman’s demeanor seemed nonthreatening at the moment. Sapphira relaxed, letting go of her sudden uneasiness. Holding onto tension only ended up causing her to react without thinking. While useful in combat, it’s simply embarrassing in any other setting. She didn’t feel like having to explain to someone why she just body slammed them to the ground.

She sensed someone coming up to her, an individual with power over weather. She shut her mind off to her power and turned to face a handsome man with black hair and indigo eyes. His smile was infectious, and she easily returned it with a friendly smile of her own. “That was quite the thing, huh? Excited for the year to come?” he stated.

It took little thought to come up with a response, “I am most certainly excited. The profession I have been training all my life for is just within my grasp. How about you?”

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 15, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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Oh, boy. I think my Fae genetics have just reeled in my first catch of the day. Sapphira sarcastically thought to herself as a glimmer of amusement passed through her eyes. She wasn’t blind to the fact that the characteristic ethereal beauty of most Fae had a way of entrancing people. As long as they kept their hands to themselves, didn’t spew out any perverted nonsense, and took no for an answer, she would treat them with as much respect as she did anyone else.

She maintained eye contact with the man while he spoke. It was one of many mannerisms that her mother had taught her was polite. “I’m interested to see what this year will hold. I can guarantee it will not be boring,” he stated before adding, “What are you studying?”

“I’m a Guardians applicant, so my focus is on anything extra I can learn from Gringore’s Guardian Training Program until I have the opportunity to take the test.” Sapphira replied to his question.

“Does it have anything to do with why you looked so serious looking around at the rest of the student body?”

Sapphira laughed softly, an unintentionally melodious sound. She inwardly cringed. Not exactly the sound of a warrior. “No, it did not. I don’t know how much you know about elves, apart from the obvious outer appearance.” She tucked her hair back to further reveal her pointed ears, emphasizing her point. “Elves can sense when someone has magic and identify what kind of magic it is. Being surrounded by so many magical beings, my power is working on overdrive. I was releasing some of the tension it had built up after ignoring it during orientation. There is quite a large variety of magic here. It’s astounding. There’s everything from power over nature, telekinesis, dark magic, water manipulation, and your ability to manipulate the weather,” she added.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 15, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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"Guardian applicant," he repeated back with a low whistle. "I've met a few Guardians - none quite so attractive, but I'm sure you hear that a lot - and I have heard how dangerous the test is. That is quite the impressive task to undertake."

Sapphira rolled her eyes at his not so subtle comment on her attractiveness. Yes, I have heard it a lot, and it gets old fast. I am not here to impress anyone with my looks. I only want to impress the people who will make me into an official Guardian. She thought to herself. She would let his comment slide, seeing that he glanced over it so quickly and complimented her on her choice of becoming a Guardian.

After a momentary pause, he continued, "I'm Jack, by the way. I hope you don't find this overly forward, but - have you eaten anything yet? I skipped breakfast for going to orientation, and I was wondering if you would like to continue getting to know one another while we got something to eat. We might have some classes overlapping, and I like to get to know people I will be seeing on a regular basis. I hear the cafeteria has an extremely extensive selection of food."

“I’m Sapphira. And sure, why not,” she replied. In comparison to guys she has dealt with in the past, he was being rather polite. She wasn’t tempted to punch him in the face or body slam him to the ground, so that was a good sign. She didn’t see anything wrong with getting to know him further. Besides, she could use some friends around here. She gestured for him to lead the way.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 21, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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"Don't sound so excited for it, Sapphira," he said with a chuckle.

“Sorry,” Sapphira replied to Jack. She was admittedly a bit amused by how easily he threw sarcasm back at her. Other than the occasional eye roll, she typically tried to refrain from being too “sassy” as her mother had called it. Some people are more easily offended, but Jack didn’t seem to be one of those people. Nevertheless, she would try her best to be well-mannered towards him.

She walked beside him as they headed towards the cafeteria. She had to slow down her long strides to match his more leisurely pace. She noted that they were similar in height, with him being only two inches taller than her 5’10” stature.

"What lead you to want to be a Guardian? Being an elf, you've probably been alive for far longer than I have, so how long did it take for you to decide you wanted to do it?" he asked.

“I was born into a long line of Guardians, so it is really all I know. Both my parents were Guardians, though my mother stopped going on missions when she was pregnant with me and thereafter. My mother homeschooled me and taught me the majority of what I know today. Given the way she raised me, I never really wanted to be anything but a Guardian,” Sapphira explained. Truthfully she felt a pang of sadness in her heart at talking about her parents in the past tense, though she was skilled at not showing the emotion outwardly. She didn’t think the sadness and anger from losing them would ever go away, no matter how long she lived. Instead of letting it destroy her, she worked hard to let it fuel her.

She gave him a grateful smile when he courteously opened the door for her. She walked through the doorway and let her gaze take in her new surroundings. She recognized some of the people, namely the red headed woman with dark magic and the telekinetic Asian man. Her gaze then landed on the Fitzroy Wolfpack seated in the back corner. She had barely entered the cafeteria, and they were already brazenly checking her out! Her eyes narrowed slightly, the characteristic sign that she was getting annoyed or feeling threatened. She returned her gaze to Jack before she had a chance to do anything uncivil. It was best that she not start a fight unless utterly necessary.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 24, 2016
Character: Loki von Darkling

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Loki was woken up to a high pitch “kewee-kewee-kewee” coming from outside his apartment. He let out an annoyed groan and rolled out from under his sheets. He stopped to let his eyes adjust to the darkness as soon as his feet hit the floor beside his bed. It was definitely too early for any sane person to be up. His eyes quickly adjusted into his night vision, and he sleepily walked from his bedroom to the adjacent living room + kitchen. He threw open the screen door leading to the small balcony. His African crowned eagle Syxtar Shade was perched on the balcony railing and abruptly stopped its annoying “wake up call.”

“What?” Loki snapped as the cool early morning air bit at his bare chest. Shade cocked its head to the side and gazed at him with its piercing yellow eyes. “You want to go hunting. That’s why you woke me up so early, right?” he questioned. Shade let out a sharp cry that grated on his ears. “Okay, okay. Hush up before someone hears you.” He turned around and went back inside, leaving the screen door open.

He took a quick shower; the bathroom like the rest of the apartment was small and unassuming. It wasn’t completely desirable, but it beat living in the dorms at Gringore Academy. He tried that his first year. Tried being the operative word. He was close to murdering his obnoxious freshman roommates. After his shower, he looked through his closet for something suitable to wear in the woods. His closet was filled to the capacity with dark colored clothes, a large portion of which were suits. He pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a burgundy long sleeve shirt, black combat boots, a navy hunting vest, and a watch to complete the outfit. He grabbed one of the black suits and dress shoes to put in his car so he could possibly change into it later. When he was done getting ready, he peeked his head back outside. “You know the drill, Shade. Meet you at Gringore,” he exclaimed before shutting the screen door. He then grabbed his car keys and headed out. While he drove, Shade flew high above, staying hidden the best it could.

Loki and Shade ended up spending hours hunting and exploring in the forest and fields around Gringore. Shade was a born hunter and could dexterously maneuver its 5’ wingspan. It caught multiple rodents with ease and ate several of its catches. By the time they started heading back to the academy, Loki was in a better mood, and Shade had a decent breakfast.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: August 30, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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"Sounds like a lot of training. You must be pretty good at what goes into being a Guardian by now. Why not go off to take the test already?" he asked as Sapphira returned her gaze to him. Why hadn’t she? Well, she wasn’t fully grown until she was 100, but after that… She was pulled from her mental contemplation by his next statement. "Here, let's go grab some food. My treat." Then he quickly clarified himself. "As a friend thing. If you don't mind, that is."

His sudden change of subject caught her a bit off guard, and it took her a moment to respond. “Sure.” Her mind then drifted back to his previous question. What stopped her from taking the test years ago? After she was fully grown, she planned to take the test but…Hunters, they sent her life into disarray. First, by killing her father then her mother. The realization hit her like a knife to the heart. She felt her emotions change in that instance, but it wasn’t sadness that was threatening to come to the surface. It was anger. Her eyes narrowed instinctively. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes seemed to darken the more the anger inside her surfaced. If one wished to completely infuriate her, hurt the people she cares about, then you will rue the day you ever met her. But she realized that now was not the time for vengeance or for justice. She was simply reacting to the darkness and pain of her past. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reining in the anger as she had often practiced.

“Hunters—” she began, with an edge to her voice that she couldn’t quite hide. The very word felt like poison on her lips. “They are the reason I kept putting off taking the test. They murdered both my parents. I was left to pick up the pieces of my life and the lives of the little Supernatural community I called home.”

[mnkee]

Roleplay: The Hidden People
Date of post: September 5, 2016
Character: Sapphira Elvron Lux

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At hearing Jack’s apology, Sapphira let out an audible sigh, the rest of the anger deflating from her. “I honestly don’t need to hear pity. It doesn’t make me any stronger than I already am,” she replied. “There’s nothing I can do about the past, so I choose to look forward. I choose to protect people so maybe they don’t have to feel the pain of loss.” She inwardly wondered what pain he experienced in his life to be able to empathize with her so easily. However, she wasn’t going to ask. If he ever wanted to talk about it, she would be there to listen.

He quickly changed the subject, something he seemed pretty adept at. She smiled a little as he began stumbling on about food. “I’m not too picky,” she replied as her eyes scanned the array of food. She decided upon a hearty breakfast burrito and a glass of orange juice.

Once they had their food, she then looked around the cafeteria for a good spot. There weren’t a whole lot people in cafeteria, so there were plenty of open seats. She decided that a spot further away from the Fitzroy pack would be preferable. Granted, with their excellent hearing, they could probably hear the conversation she and Jack were having regardless of where they sat in the cafeteria. She gestured towards a spot a few tables away from where the telekinetic man (Tony) and the woman with dark magic (Penelope) were.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 13, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth

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“How dare you go behind my back and arrange a marriage between me and some stranger. Worse yet, you have the audacity to tell me about this only a week before the Grand Ball,” Feora retorts, her voice a mixture of hostility and underlying emotional pain. To say her father King Matthias was shocked by her uncharacteristic display of defiance was a bit of an understatement. His eyes noticeably widened at hearing her outburst. She could see the gears turning in his head as he scrambled for a suitable response.

“It’s too late now to back out. It would be improper,” he responded matter-of-factly. He waved his hand, signifying that he was done with this conversation. However, Feora was far from done.

“Yes because propriety is clearly your strong suite,” Feora snapped, adding insult to injury. “You really don’t know me at all! I have given up so much of myself for the good of this kingdom, and this is the thanks I get. I will not let some man control me and take this kingdom for his own! I am the heir to the throne, and I will be the one to rule, whether I am married or not!”

“YOU WILL DO AS I SAY, FEORA!!” Matthias roared as he slammed his hands on the table before him. Feora visibly flinched. Her father had never yelled at her before. Granted, she had never so openly defied him.

“I will keep up the pretense. Though, as far as I am concerned, our relationship is nothing but a formality,” she stated simply before exiting the room.

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Truthfully Feora’s whole world had shattered that day, and now she was left to pick up the pieces. During the week that followed, she had gone through a whole range of emotions and self-analysis. Whatever confidence or defiance had transpired was hidden behind what felt like an even more guarded exterior. She was torn between duty and the need to control her own life. Well, she had plenty of time for contemplation during the time it took to get to Aciras.

It was a big relief that her father was not accompanying her on this “adventure.” In fact, she had only brought with her a handful of people: her two most trusted guards/chauffeurs Fitzroy and Maxwell, her handmaiden, and her stable hand. She was particularly happy that she was allowed to bring along her beloved Hanoverian gelding Frederick, hence why she required her personal stable hand.

As the castle of Aciras came into view, her nerves resurfaced with a vengeance. She felt like she could face certain death with relative ease, but faced with meeting her betrothed she was done for. She put her hands underneath her legs as they began to shake. Keep it together, Feora, she thought to herself as she took several calming breaths. By the time Fitzroy had the car parked in front of the castle and Maxwell offered his hand to help her get out, she had mostly regained her composure.

Her gold heels clicked lightly as she gracefully walked up the castle steps. She was dressed in a beautiful green and gold lace dress with her hair up in a braided bun. She had on small gold earrings in the shape of a wolf’s head, the emblem of her kingdom Wulfswinth. Her guards, in their military dress uniform flanked her on either side. She smiled kindly to the royal family of Aciras as well as Niklas and Mai as she approached them. “Greetings. I am Princess Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances,” she stated before curtsying respectfully. “My gift to you for your hospitability is this finely made and perfectly usable hand-and-a-half sword.” Her guard Maxwell presented them the sword, drawing it out slightly to show them the quality of the blade. Feora curtsied one more time before heading inside.

She entered the room as gracefully and confidently as ever. That was until her eyes landed on her betrothed Prince Henry. Her step faltered. Crap, he’s already here. She fought the childish urges to hide behind her guards and avoid him at all cost.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 15, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth

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Feora breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized that her betrothed Prince Henry had yet to notice her. She was perfectly content with that because she certainly wasn’t ready to meet him. Granted, she didn’t think she ever would be. For one to not be nervous in these circumstances you would have to be incredibly brave or simply ignorant. She hated the whole idea of creating alliances through arranged marriage because it was so flawed. How does one expect a kingdom to become stronger when the leaders resent each other? She didn’t want that fate, the very same fate that her father was forcing upon her. However, she hadn’t come up with a plan of action that would not jeopardize her kingdom’s safety. Whatever she did she had to take into consideration the potential repercussions. She would not be the one who causes her kingdom’s demise, but she also didn’t want to lose herself.

She held back what would have been a very unladylike groan of annoyance. She started walking across the room, putting distance between her and Prince Henry. She knew that he would notice her eventually, and when he did, she would let him come to her, not vice versa. She maintained a placid façade as she leisurely yet still elegantly crossed the room. Her guards Fitzroy and Maxwell fell in step beside her. “You know, both of you don’t need to stay glued to my side. It would make more logical sense if one of you found a vantage point where you could see the entire room at once,” she stated. Her guards looked surprised by her clear knowledge of tactical planning, making her feel honestly insulted. However, instead of snapping at them like she wanted to, she simply arched a brow in response. One of them eventually let out a sigh and did as she had stated. A pleased smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

“Oh, and Maxwell,” she called to the guard when something important came to mind that she needed to tell him.

“Yes, your highness,” he replied after halting and turning to face her once more.

“Don’t just focus your attention on me. As far as I am concerned, the others’ safety is just as important. Be here to keep the peace if a fight does break out,” she added. Maxwell nodded his head in response then returned to his search for a good vantage point for surveillance.

As Feora was making her way across the room, Princess Mai stepped in front of her. A smile played on her features when Mai complimented her dress. “Thank you. And you look quite flawless. Not many can pull off red as well as you do,” she remarked kindly.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 24, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora returned a kind smile to Mai before her attention was distracted by a loud voice sounding above the murmur of conversations. Her eyes widened slightly when her gaze landed on the shirtless Prince Casimir Antik D'strad of Ortha. His choice of attire, or lack thereof, was certainly a bold choice, but given the circumstances, she found it indecent. She grew wary when he announced his gift of personal handmaidens and men. It seemed like a potentially convenient, albeit intrusive, way for Ortha to gather intel. Hopefully she was wrong and that it was just a kind gesture, but one could never be too careful. She already had enough people in her life that she kept secrets from, so she didn’t particularly want to add any more. Besides, she didn’t even require much of the handmaiden she already had.

She carefully hid her emotions behind a placid exterior as Casimir approached her and Mai. She felt uncomfortable listening to him speak to Mai in an almost intimate manner. Everything about him screamed cockiness, and it irked her to no end. She kept her hands close to her sides, seriously hoping he wouldn’t kiss her hand as well. She then took a small step closer to her guard. It would be better if Fitzroy deals with this rather than me because I feel the desire to give this guy a good punch in the face. That certainly wouldn’t go over well. She had to focus hard on keeping her facial expression neutral when Casimir turned to speak to her. She was afraid to even smile politely and risk him thinking that she was interested in him, when in fact she found him abhorrent. She was relieved to say the least when the pink haired Princess Isobel caught Casimir’s attention.

Feora’s eyebrows shot up when she heard the exchange between Princess Fareeha and Casimir, regarding her blatant refusal of his gift. “We need to keep an eye on those two. They’re bound to start a fight,” she whispered to her guard when Casimir was no longer in hearing distance. He nodded his head in reply. Just then, the handmaiden gifted to her made an appearance. “Hello, Princess Feora. I am Urnala Nummoa, and it is my honor to serve you. How may I be of assistance?”

She was about to say that she currently did not require the servant’s assistance when it occurred to her that she had yet to hear from her stable hand. “Actually I do have something you could do. My horse and stable hand are supposed to arrive sometime today. Could you please go to the stables and see if they have arrived? If they have not, could you make sure that a stall has been prepared for my horse?” she asked.

“Yes, of course,” Urnala replied with a polite curtsy. Feora watched as the handmaiden left before her gaze drifted around the room. She suddenly heard a “greetings” off to her side. She turned to fully face the person, but she wasn’t prepared to see who stood before her, her betrothed Prince Henry Allen Peterson III of Elaniel. Her green eyes widened slightly and her breath hitched in surprise. She followed his gaze down to the plate in his hand which had some pastries on it. “Sure,” she replied to his question, her voice sounding stronger than she felt. She hated that she felt so vulnerable, and she blamed her father for putting her in this situation. She was glad that her hands weren’t shaking as she delicately plucked one of the small pastries from Henry’s plate. As she ate it, her gaze slowly drifted back to his face. He had a nice smile, and she noted that they were similar in height. With the heels she wore, they were about at eye level. As she tried to come up with something suitable to say, she realized that she didn’t know a whole lot about him. In her stubbornness, she had neglected to do much research.

What was she supposed to say to him? Hi, thanks for ruining my life. Yeah, that wouldn’t be an appropriate way to start a conversation. She opted for the typical greeting that been engrained in her all these years. She did a small polite curtsy before speaking, “Hello, Prince Henry. How are you doing?” She gave him a small smile, though her heart wasn’t fully in it. She felt numb to the world. Her father’s betrayal had cut her deeply and now her heart and soul were more heavily guarded. Her fiery spirit itched to break free from the constraints that had been placed upon it. She hoped that this man would not be a hindrance because she was done being controlled and broken down by others.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: October 5, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora noted that Henry was rather quiet following her greeting. However, she took it as a sign that he was similarly uncomfortable in the given situation, which gave her some relief. She let him take his time formulating something to say. She certainly wasn’t in any rush. When he finally did speak, she was pleasantly surprised by his statement. Right away he spoke with sincerity, which was something she both admired and envied. His mindset on the situation that they were currently in evidently paralleled her own. A spark of hope flared up in her that together they could come up with a way out of this arranged marriage, a way that would not be detrimental to either of their kingdoms. Her expression brightened up slightly at that thought, and the corners of her lips started to pull up into the beginnings of a smile. But of course, her hopes were quickly dashed as a new realization struck her. Out of the corner of her eye, she had noted that her guard Fitzroy was watching her closely. It dawned on her that whatever she said would get back to her father via her eavesdropping guards. That meant that she couldn’t defy her father without him knowing about it. It was one thing to challenge him privately but publicly—she didn’t know what he would do then. What punishment would he come up with, marry her off sooner than the allotted three months? Her facial expression hardened the slightest bit, and her jaw clenched as anger and frustration built up in her. My father thinks he has won the game, but the truth is that the games have only just begun. He needs to get out of my way, or I will trample him into the dust.

She quickly tried to change her expression back to something more neutral. Henry didn’t deserve to take the brunt of her anger. It wasn’t his fault that her father betrayed her or that she was dumped into this mess that she called her life. “Good,” she answered simply to his question on how the pastries were. She once again flashed him that small half-hearted smile. When he began speaking about his mother, she felt a pang of sadness. She wished her own mother was still alive, maybe then her life would be more pleasant. The statement that followed momentarily confused her, and she mentally scrambled to recall what little information she did know about Henry’s history. She quickly remembered that he is a bastard child, so he must have been referring to his birth mother. She was honestly surprised that her father chose to have her marry Henry considering his status as a bastard. Not that it really mattered to her. After all, you couldn’t choose who your parents are.

Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned over to her to whisper in her ear. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine. Nevertheless, her brows furrowed in reaction to what he said. He then pulled away and quickly, and rather loudly, changed the subject. She only vaguely registered his question regarding her favorite food. Her mind still remained on what he had whispered to her. He’s not worth it…why would he say or think that? She wanted to respond to that statement, but the fact that he had whispered it meant that it was a conversation he didn’t want everyone to hear. Her face flushed slightly at the thought of leaning over and whispering in his ear like he had done to her. However, she felt that what she had to say was important. It took a fair amount of courage on her part to lean over and whisper in his ear, “Everyone has worth, Henry, just not everyone is kind enough to recognize it.” She watched his facial expression, gauging his reaction, as she pulled away. “Now what was the question again…my favorite food? We eat a fair amount of meat in Wulfswinth, so I suppose it would be something along those lines. Maybe beef brisket. Venison is nice as well.”

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: October 8, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora hadn’t intended to make the situation more awkward than it already was. However, Henry’s flustered reaction said she had done just that. Truthfully, the situation left her feeling a mixture of both embarrassment and amusement. She was glad though when he changed the subject.

A vegetarian, huh? Well, that means more meat for me, she thought to herself. “I don’t think I would be any better at making it,” she replied to his comment. She wasn’t particularly proficient in cooking as it was never a skill that her mentors forced upon her to learn. As far as they were concerned, they saw cooking as more of a servant’s job. However, she wouldn’t be opposed to learning. She enjoyed learning new things.

She let out a sigh at his next statement. “I don’t blame you. It is a tedious business building relations; however, I must admit that it is important. These people after all will be the next generation of rulers. It is imperative that we make a good impression on them, for the sake of our kingdoms and keeping the peace,” she explained as her gaze took in the room full of people before eventually returning to Henry.

Lucky you, I have been dragged to many of these things, she thought at his statement that he had never been to a ball before. “A ball is a more formal event with a lot dancing and socializing. The men dress in suits and the women wear more elaborate dresses, and an abundance of food is usually provided,” she elaborated for him. “It is really up to you as to whether or not you leave. I won’t stop you.”

Just then, Feora’s guard Maxwell approached them. “Excuse me for interrupting, your highnesses,” he stated. He gave a slight bow to Henry and Feora before addressing Feora, “I wanted to let you know that your horse and stable hand have arrived safely and are getting settled in as we speak.”

“That’s great news,” she replied to Maxwell as a genuine smile lit up her features. “I wasn’t sure how well Frederick would do on the long journey here. Thank you for letting me know.”

Maxwell bowed once again and was about to walk off when she stopped him with her next statement, “Did my tactical suggestion prove worthwhile?” Her smile changed into a sly smirk when he begrudgingly nodded his head.

“Good, then remember that next time you question my intelligence,” she retorted. Her tone of voice held a slight harshness and almost warning like nature to it. She then abruptly turned back to Henry. She worked to return her facial expression to something more neutral, but despite her best efforts, there was still a fieriness present in her gaze. She couldn’t deny the high she got from speaking her mind.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 2, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora woke up early the following morning, before the sun had yet to rise above the horizon. Rising early was a habitual practice for her that came from growing up in Wulfswinth, where everything bustled with life shortly after sunrise. It took her a few moments to register where she was and why. And when it all came rushing back to her, she felt a constricting sensation that she had grown all too familiar with. There was a time when she used to wake up excited for the day, but lately, all she felt was dread. She grew weary of pretending to be someone she wasn’t and trying to live up to others’ expectations. With the added stress of her arranged marriage, it was almost too much to bear. Almost. Her fiery spirit wouldn’t allow herself to be completely broken down. Feora took a deep calming breath before getting out of bed to prepare for the day.

After taking a shower, she towel dried and brushed out her long dark brown hair before putting it in a simple braid. When she went to pick out something to wear, she noticed that a dress and a pair of heels were already set aside. Her handmaiden must have picked it out after moving her stuff into the room. “I am not wearing another dress,” she stated with an annoyed huff. She bypassed the dress and went for a simple green top and dark blue jeans paired with black paddock boots and a brown belt. She didn’t bother to put any makeup on. She wasn’t great at applying it anyways. With that all done, she made to leave her bedchambers. When she opened the door, to her utter annoyance, she was greeted by her two guards Maxwell and Fitzroy. “I should have figured that being in another kingdom would not stop your routine of getting up early,” she grumbled. She hated having them follow her around, more so after she realized that they were likely telling her father about everything she said or did. She barely held back a glare. She shut the door behind her and then pushed past her guards. She didn’t get far before she saw her two handmaidens, one from Wulfswinth and the other from Prince Casimir, come around the corner. “Princess, did you not see the dress I picked out for you?” Elizabeth, the handmaiden from Wulfswinth, asked when she spotted Feora.

“Yes, I did, and I chose not to wear it. Now, I do not require either of your assistances until the ball tonight,” Feora retorted sharply. She then continued on past them, ignoring their slightly shocked faces. She schooled her facial expression to something more neutral as she headed for the dining room. She was tempted to turn around and head back to her room when she spotted several people (Mai, Elizaveta, Nikolai, and Raven) already in the dining room. She forced a smile onto her face as she entered the room with her guards trailing behind her.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 7, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora curstied respectfully to those in the room and began the first of many pleasantries to come today. She turned to acknowledge Princess Mai Mei of Liang first. “Good morning to you as well,” she replied with a small smile. “I suppose that is a good thing considering green is one of the colors on my kingdom’s coat of arms.” The Grand Duchess Elizaveta of Noslainia greeted her next and to Feora’s surprise similarly complimented her attire. Her eyebrows rose slightly as she glanced down at her own simple shirt then back up at Elizaveta. This, seriously? I just haphazardly grabbed the first shirt I saw. “Thank you for your compliments, both of you. You’re very kind, and you both look stunning as ever.”

Feora’s gaze drifted over to Prince Nikolai of Anduin. Her eyes widened when he leaned over and kissed Elizaveta, evidently his betrothed, on the cheek. How can they already be that comfortable enough with one another? I cannot even imagine being that way with Henry… Her face flushed at the thought of Henry kissing her, and she quickly looked down while she got her wits about her. Betrothed or not, I swear I will punch him in the face if he tries anything like that, she thought angrily to herself. She quickly composed herself once more.

Prince Nikolai was the final one to greet her. “Good morning,” she stated simply as she mustered up another small smile. She pretended as if she was at ease when in fact she was anything but that. Given the circumstances of her being here, she was left feeling on edge. She was walking on a fine line between duty and desire. Oh how she wanted to do things her way, but she feared the retribution it could bring. Why did her life have to be so complicated?

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 12, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora smiled softly at Mai’s reply. She personally was more of a history and military buff, so she couldn’t exactly relate with Mai in regards to the princess’s fondness for fashion. Nevertheless, she found that she admired the genuine confidence that Mai exuded. The way the princess could talk freely about what she loved was something that Feora also envied. Though she wouldn’t let that fact taint her view of Mai.

Her attention drifted to Prince Leonard of Krieg-Königreich as he entered the room and greeted her and Mai. She gave him a respectful curtsy before speaking, “Good morning. It is nice to meet you as well, Prince Leonard.” She couldn’t help but think that it was odd that her father had not arranged for her to marry someone like Prince Leonard or Prince Niklas of Königreich der Welten considering their strong militaristic kingdoms. What was it that her father saw in Elaniel, a potential conquest to add to the Swinth name? He must have some kind of scheme in mind, and one way or another she would figure it out and put a stop to it.

She let out an audible sigh before her gaze moved aimlessly around the room. She saw Sade enter the room next and noted that several others, including her betrothed Henry, were still absent. Not that she was going to complain about it. She felt that her head was clearer and she was a bit more at ease with his absence. If only she could avoid him for the next three months. She felt her stomach rumble hungrily at the sight of the food finally being brought out.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 23, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora caught snippets of the conversations around her, but the only one that really caught her attention was Raven and Elizaveta’s regarding a slumber party. In all honesty, she wasn’t terribly excited about the idea; however, she knew she shouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get to know and build relations with the kingdoms’ future rulers. She hoped that the night wouldn’t be filled with conservations solely based on trivial matters but could be steered towards something more meaningful. She would greatly enjoy having an intellectual conversation for a change of pace.

She decided not to pursue starting any new conversations. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, she wanted some food. As she started to cross the room, she glanced over at the newest arrival. She did a double take and suddenly stopped in her tracks when she realized it was Henry, her betrothed, who had just entered the room. Her gaze swept over him, and her eyes widened in dismay when she saw that he was still wearing his pajamas. He hadn’t even bothered to brush his hair or make himself even slightly presentable. She quickly turned to where her back was mostly facing him but she could still watch him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed completely out of it. It wasn’t until after he had taken a few sips of his coffee that it finally seemed dawn on him where he was. Oh good Lord, help me, she groaned inwardly.

She wasn’t about to approach him. That would only increase her torture by letting everyone know that she was betrothed to this…fool, royal mess of a prince, walking zombie, I don’t know what I am supposed to call him. She turned her attention away from him entirely and went back to what she had previously been doing: going to get some food. Unfortunately, her “peace” was short lived. What the hell, she thought when someone suddenly tugged on her hand and began to practically drag her across the room. She started to pull away from the person but then stopped doing so when her gaze landed on the source: Henry.

Her face flushed, and she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She could almost feel the inevitable stares that this spectacle was likely garnering. Indignation quickly filled her, and when they were out of view, and hopefully earshot, she would let him have it. When Henry finally came to a stop, she ripped her hand from his grasp. Abruptly following that, in one impulsive move, she made to land a solid smack across his cheek. A fieriness that had not been there since the day her father had told her about her arranged marriage ignited itself within her. Out spewed her unfiltered feelings. “Don’t ever do that again. I am not some woman you can just do with as you please. I can only imagine the horrible impression you just made on all of those people. It is one thing to present only yourself as a fool, but my reputation is now linked to yours. I will not have you tarnish my name and my kingdom!” she snapped at him.

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Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: December 19, 2016
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Colchester Garrison in Colchester (Essex county), England

Images of location

Colchester garrison is made up of several different barracks (infantry artillery, & cavalry) over several acres. Officers, such as Fyror and his father, have their own special quarters that are more luxurious in comparison to rank and file soldiers. Each of the officers’ quarters is assigned to a single man. The officers have their own kitchen, called the mess, which is run by a “mess man” who is usually a capable sergeant. The officers also have their own anteroom where they can hang out before and after meals when they are off duty.
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March 19, 1823

A strangled cry left Fyror’s lips as he woke with a start. Panic constricted his chest, making his breaths come out in short quick breaths, as his eyes darted around frantically. His surroundings were enveloped in darkness, and for a painstaking moment he believed that those images and sounds that had overtaken his mind weren’t simply dreams but memories. He found some relief when his good right eye slowly adjusted to the darkness. He was soon able to make out the shapes of the furniture in his room and could see a sliver of light peeking through his closed curtains. He pushed the tangled mess of sheets off of himself and basically stumbled out of bed. A draft of cool air bit at his sweaty chest as he crossed the room, his eye never leaving that sliver of light. They say when you die you see a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Well, that’s what it felt like to him. That light was either his hope or his demise.

Fyror reached out to draw back the rough material of the curtains. He felt the air whoosh out of him in relief when he could see clearly from his one good eye. It was still early in the morning, as the sun was working its way up into the sky and the garrison was just beginning to stir with life. He rested his head against the cool window pane as his mind drifted back to what he now knew was a nightmare. He had been fully blinded and accidentally killed his dear sister Genevieve. He looked down at his hands, an image of them drenched in her blood flashing through his head. A shiver went down his spine, and it wasn’t at all from the cold.

He pulled himself away from the window and tried to push the torturous images and sounds from his head. He began to get ready for the day, first fixing his bed then washing from the basin. He changed into his infantry uniform: red coat with gold details, white trousers, boots, and hat. He grabbed his belt, which already had his sheathed katana, single shot pistol, and canteen attached to it, off of his bedside table. He pocketed his wallet and pocket watch before exiting his quarters.

The smell of food being cooked wafted from the mess room, and Fyror could hear the stirring of people. There were a few officers already congregating outside the mess room and in the anteroom. “Mornin’ gentlemen,” he greeted them each in turn.

Fyror found a seat by the window where he could drink in the warm sunlight and contemplate what the weekend would bring. He admittedly wasn’t looking forward to the few days it would take to travel down to London to spend time at Almacks. He felt that he had the respect of his fellow soldiers, but the other peers and gentry were much more judgmental. He stood out like a sore thumb thanks to his mangled face. However, despite how he felt, he would go for the sake of his mother and sister and to maintain a positive image of his regiment. Ultimately, he was determined to make this a good day.