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[OfficerHeadbutt]

Crown Prince Rowan Jameson of Thirmos

_{" I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature." -Adolf Hitler}

^Name

Rowan Jameson

^Nickname

The Heartless, The damned King

^Age

26

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Straight

^Title

Crown Prince

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

In his mind, contained within the romanticized opinion he has of himself, his loyalty is to his father and his kingdom, although in truth, he cares more for himself than about any of his subjects.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Rowan stands at around 6”2, with broad shoulders being the most immediate sign of his muscular frame. His body bears the scars of a few battles, the most glaring being a missing index finger on his left hand. His hair and eyes are both a dark brown. Rowan is always dressed in either one of two ways, his armour, worn for when he is out annexing new towns and villages for the kingdom, and occasionally for public appearances. His other form of dress, is expensive regalia befitting of a prince, adorned with Medals that in many ways he never deserved to receive.

^Likes

Conquest
Fighting
Fine wine and food
Women
Jousting

^Dislikes

Being disrespected
Diplomatic Negotiation
Anything considered to be for commoners.
Waiting
"Cowards" (in his twisted worldview, anyone who does not agree with his ideals of aggressive expansion of the kingdom is deemed a coward.)

^Personality

Rowan has a romanticized view of royalty, himself and his place as future King. He sees his Kingdom and the growth of its wealth as the most important thing to him. He sees himself as a conqueror, a King who does not simply sit in a chair and give orders, but as one who leads an army into unclaimed land, and seizes it for the kingdom. The problem is there isn’t much unclaimed land left, so he’s taken to travelling to small villages and towns, demanding the people there pledge their allegiance to the kingdom, pay taxes, and offer their men as soldiers, allowing them to set up military strongholds for the kingdom.

Rowan believes that he is entitled to whatever he desires, and if he has to will take it by force. Although he is betrothed to the Princess of Sevaviel, this has not stopped him from sleeping with whatever woman he damn well pleases, sometimes more than one at a time, and fairly often without the poor girls consent. However, he only behaves this way outside the walls of the Kingdom’s capital, when he is travelling with his men to expand the Kingdom.

Inside the walls of the Kingdom he holds himself will all the dignity and pride that is expected of Royalty, although his ideals of Aggressive expansion are well known throughout the Kingdom.

His true personality lies beyond all that, and when it comes down to it, he is simply an impatient, self entitled, egotistic, power hungry and bloodthirsty brat, who secretly can’t wait for his father to die so the crown can be passed to him.

^Background

One of Rowan’s earliest memories is that of a Royal Tutor teaching him what his future as King would entail. The most prominent memory of this was being shown a map, “This area in blue,” the tutor said, “is all the land the Kingdom Of Thirmos rules.” And Rowan remembers the question he asked. “And why do we not rule the rest of these lands?”

“Well, the rest of these lands are ruled by the Kingdoms of Sevaviel, the land in green belonging to them, and the land in red belongs to the Kingdom Of Cylla. Anything not within those boundaries are outliers, not part of any one Kingdom.” His tutor had told him.

“Surely, it would be best for all the land to be united under one kingdom.”
“Well, yes, perhaps it would, but this is simply how it is, Rowan.”

Rowan never accepted this. He never accepted the fact there would be other kings, other kingdoms. He thought they should all be united under one ruler, his father, and one day himself. This ambition to conquer followed him for the rest of his life. At the age of 20, he convinced his father to allow him to travel to lands not governed by any Kingdom, and begin claiming them for Thirmos, often through intimidation and occasionally by bloodshed.

6 years later, Rowan has claimed many parts of the outlying land for Thirmos, and to this day he finds himself looking back at the map from his childhood, and comparing it to a map of the present day, proud of his accomplishments in growing the Kingdom’s blue boundaries.

^Extra

The people of Thirmos refer to him as 'The Damned King' because although he is not King yet, many believe that when he ascends to the throne his reckless and power hungry ways will throw the kingdom into disarray.

[User]

_{"The capacity to learn is a gift; The ability to learn is a skill; The willingness to learn is a choice" -Brian Herbert}

^Name

Robert Davidson

^Nickname

Not Optional

Davdson, Davis, Book, Milksop

^Age

34

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Straight

^Title

Lord

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

Thirmos and the crown

^{In Depth Appearance}

Standing a good 6ft 3, a man of pure skin and bone. He has no muscle to be seen and is more or less a huge quill. He has black sweeping yet thinning hairline, large metal rimmed spectacles sitting on his nose. His face is gaunt and thin yet keeping a certain amount rugged handsomeness… little joke there. He is a man who looks like a cat shat him up. His arms are thin and his eyes are a soul searching green and grey.

He also wears richly made noble clothes of silk and other expensive cloth. He can't stand obnoxious armours and as such wears very little amounts, despite his wealth and pedigree he has no ammount of gold on him, the only thing he has that's expensive is a ring of office on his right hand.

^Likes

Books, Anything to do with education, Chess, Being right, Respect, Science, Fencing

^Dislikes

Armour that is covered in gold, Self titled nobles that just drink and offer no help, The colour red, Barbaric sports like jousting, Men who rely on blood then themselves

^Personality

A cold man, that's the right way to put it. Have you ever met one of those old teachers, the ones that have been teaching longer than you have been alive. The ones with that cold hard glare that penetrate you and make you feel icky. Well hes like that, a man who strongly lacks a sense of compassion, an avid reader he is smarter than... most nobles actually and will look down on anyone who disrespects him

^Background

Robert is a man of simple means and simple measures. Born to rather dysfunctional and unloving family of nobles. His early years were a breeze of violent tempers from his father and passionate lies from her mother. He grew up not talking to either of his parents, even when the died he diddnt attend the funeral, but that's the story for another time. Growing up he had a very good time with his education, in his time he learnt many things, like how education could get him away from his fathers fist. He was top of his class as he never left the room, he learnt Math, Engineering and modern history. Aside from them he also become an avid fencer as he said it was the only sport that wasn't barbaric, the one sport he was good at. When he left school at 25 he joined the army fighting what he called stupid wars over who killed whose horse first. It was there he met his wife what he called a angel, she was 18 years old and a princess of a fallen kingdom, she was in a pile of slaves when he picked her out and claimed her as his wife when he was 29, at first she kicked and screamed but he soon 'convinced her' to stay with him. When he was 30 his father kicked the bucket and he was named the new lord. And that's where he is now.

^Extra

Anything else you would like for us to know about your character?

[Mr_pink]

Princess Priscilla Jameson of Thirmos

_{"Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools." -Napoléon Bonaparte}

^Name

Priscilla Jameson

^Nickname

Cilla

^Age

21

^Gender

Female

^Sexuality

Bisexual

^Title

Princess

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

Thirmos

^{In Depth Appearance}

Cilla stands at 5 foot 9 and displays some muscle on her body, but not enough to be noticeable at first glance. The first thing people usually notice about Cilla is her ash blonde hair, while the second is the large scar she tries to hide with a strand of her hair. The scar travels from just under her eye down to her cheek, and is noticeable even with the strand of hair attempting to cover it. Along with this scar, Cilla also has a few scars on the tops of her hands from times she tried to sharpen her own blade. Her eyes are a piercing hazel, something which stands out next to her pale skin.

Cilla often wears practical, boyish clothes as much as possible. With a firm dislike for dresses, Cilla can often be seen wearing leather trousers along with leather boots. Other than this, she often wears shirts and the like. She is frequently seen carrying her sword on her back, in its stained purple leather sheath.

^Likes

Fighting
Dogs
Horses
Vodka
Watching the joust

^Dislikes

Dresses
Losing
Wine
Reading
Bears

^Personality

Rebellious and adventurous, Cilla is not the generic princess everyone had hoped her to be. From a young age Cilla had always wanted to explore. She often escaped her crib to crawl around the castle, often getting stuck in some cupboard, never to be found until she began to wail for her mother. As a child she was just as rebellious and adventurous as she was as a baby. She frequently escaped various lessons by leaping out of the ground floor window in her tutor-room before going to play with the horses.

Of course, as she grew older more and more of this rebellious attitude faded. While not conforming to norms and often defying the wishes of her superiors, Cilla is a lot more agreeable than she was in her teens. While it pains her to do it, she would wear a dress if it was absolutely necessary for a ceremony, even if it is just to appease her parent's wishes.

In a fight, Cilla acts just as she does in any competition, Cocky and arrogant. She uses her speed to her advantage and dances around her opponents with dodges and rolls as best she can.

^Background

Cilla was born during a blizzard, on a cold wintry night. Even as a baby she was trouble, often pulling on peoples hair and breaking expensive necklaces to the point where people began tying their hair up and taking necklaces off even if they were just in the same room as her.

As a child, Cilla was subjected to what she still believes to be the worst experience of her life. School. She hated it, the constant sitting for hours on end, the reading, the stuffy rooms and of course, the maths. Her parents made one small error when choosing which room to put Cilla in for her tutoring. They made it a ground floor room. She would often escape out the window when her tutor left the room to retreive something or even just turned his back to fetch some papers. She had two places of choice to go, the stables or the city. Despite her distinctive hair colour, she managed to sneak unnoticed through the city and made many common friends throughout her adventures in the city. Eventually to the point where she developed a strange pseudo-posh common accent, which her parents hate to this day.

Her moment of revelation came when she was around 9. One of her friends fathers had recently became a squire, and as such Cilla was regaled of tales about knights and battles from her friend. They began play fighting with toy wooden swords and to her surprise, Cilla was a natural. She annoyed and pestered her parents for weeks until they finally hired an experienced, but retired knight to teach her how to fight.

Her teachings continued until she was about 16, at which point the knight had exhausted all of his knowledge on Cilla. Suffice to say she was quite the warrior, despite her major flaw of hating shields and the like. She snuck out one night after her training was finished to go hunting, something which he had never done before. The first 40 minutes or so were hopeless, she could hardly see in the dark let alone hunt in it. She managed to kill a rabbit at around the 50 minute mark, but soon after caught sight of much bigger pray. A bear was sleeping within sight of her. She went in for the kill, a simple throat slit, but messed up at the last second and only managed to slice one its eyes.

In its blind rage the bear managed to strike Cilla cross the face, scarring her for life. Knowing a fight like this was far too difficult for her to even survive, Cilla took off running. The bear was hot on her trail though and was about to catch up when it fell into a slump against a tree, an arrow piercing it's skull. As it turns out, a search party was sent to retrieve Cilla after her parents heard her knock over a candelabra while she made her daring escape from the castle. She was brought back safe and sound, but her family were shocked to see the bleeding wound tracing her face.

The wound turned to a scar sooner rather than later and Cilla was stuck with it for the rest of her life. While she puts up a front of not caring about the scar, she makes at least a small effort to hide it with a strand of hair.

After her encounter with a bear, life went on as normal. It was arranged that she would be able to go on hunting parties with trusted colleagues and whatnot in order to ensure her safety.

^Extra

Her favourite colour is purple.

[Silent Whispers]

Queen Emilia Landers

_{"Only a King can attract a Queen & only a Queen can keep a King focused." -Unknown}

^Name

Emilia Elizabeth Landers

^Nickname

Emilia sometimes goes by Queen Emilia, Emmy(by her ladies in waiting only) or simply Queen Em. She doesn't accept anything else other than those.

^Age

24.

^Gender

Female.

^Sexuality

Heterosexual.

^Title

Queen.

^Kingdom

Sevaviel.

^Loyalty

Emilia is loyal to Sevaviel, always as well as Thirmos.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Emilia is the personification of a Queen. She has the long locks of brunette hair that cascades down to the middle of her back. She usually has her hair straightened or sometimes wrapped in a bun. Her eyes gleam like the skies above on a perfect, clear day. Her eyes are a sky blue color but turn a cyan color when she is sad and ocean blue when she is upset. Emilia has the perfect complexion as her skin is sun kissed from her being adventurous and riding around the gardens or taking long strolls through the lakes. She has the perfect frame as she is very petite and slender with an ample chest and muscles in all of the right places. She tries to make sure her head maiden keeps her prepped up to par as she doesn't want to look rough and ragged.

^Likes

• Riding Horseback Through The Gardens.
• Being Queen.
• Social Gatherings & Festivals.
• Smiling & Laughing.
• Watching The Sunset and Sunrise.

^Dislikes

• Being Told No.
• Failure.
• Liars.
• Seeing People Close To Her Get Hurt.
• Kingdom of Cylla.

^Personality

Emilia has what one would called a resting bitch face and she can be a bitch but tries her best not to be. Emilia is somewhat nice towards others as long as they show her respect and treat her like they want to be treated. She has been known to have a couple of people killed due to them disrespecting her and that is something she will not tolerate from anybody. She is very motherly towards people close to her as she sometimes puts them before herself. She tends to their needs with the best of her abilities and make sure that they are safe and okay before doing anything else. Emilia tries not to be mean but she is sometimes very blunt towards people especially if they ask her for her honest opinion but she is always honest, all the time. She is very loyal towards people that are loyal to her and hopes that they are plotting her demise behind her back. Overall, Emilia is the perfect fit for a Queen as she has all of the natural qualities of one.

^Background

Growing up within the Kingdom of Sevaviel, she was quickly introduced to how be a Queen, just in case anything happened at any given moment, giving her the ultimate claim to the throne. She was much more of her Daddy's Girl than a Mommy's Girl, simply because she loved the way her father handled extreme situations without any bullshit being taken. Her mother just sat there without a word unspoken but her face was begging to at least spare one life. Around her teenage years, she knew her rightful place as a Princess and couldn't wait until the day she took over the Kingdom for her own. Her father came up to her and arranged for her to be married to the Crowned Prince of Thirmos but of course, Emilia didn't have no say in the matter since she has visited Thirmos at a young age and her and Rowan got along really well.

Today, she took her father's death pretty hard and didn't come out her room for days leading up to the funeral. Her mother wanted to place someone else on her throne but the council stopped her from doing so and Emilia took her rightful place on the throne and has been ruling the Kingdom ever since. She feels that Cylla had something to do with her father's death and immediately requested that the wedding between her and Rowan happen soon so that they can join Kingdoms and defeat Cylla since their Kingdom only has a King, Queen and a Princess. Emilia's departure for Thirmos is happening sooner rather than later.

^Extra

Emilia is truly sad that her father past and will not be there to witness the marriage of her and the Crowned Prince of Thirmos. She keeps this to herself but has told her mother, at least.

[Arista]

Princess Elissa Landers of Sevaviel

_{"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination." -Jimmy Dean}

^Name

Elissa Cassandra Landers

^Nickname

Lissa
Eli
The Quiet one

^Age

22

^Gender

Female

^Sexuality

Heterosexual

^Title

Princess

^Kingdom

Sevaviel

^Loyalty

Sevaviel and her beloved brother.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Elissa is short for her age, omly reaching 5'3 but she's quick and agile. Her chocolate brown hair can normally be found cascading freely down past her shoulders or tied into a braid, her skin is pale but not sickly pale. When she's not needed for meetings or the extravagant parties that are held from time to time she can be found in comfortable silk robes that pertain to her mood for the day. When's she's needed she can be found wearing her royal attire that consists of a rather tight dress robe that helps 'show off the true elegance and posture of the princess' when really it just tugs the air out of her lungs. She prefers her comfortable boots then the heels she's meant to wear, she's normally found wearing them when out of the castle. Her chocolate brown eyes are open and honest but when she's had one of her 'Harder days' their blank and cold.

^Likes

-Reading
-Riding her horse
-Cold weather
-Walking around the castle
-Quiet

^Dislikes

~Loudness
~Being cooped up
~Meetings
~Waking up early
~Warm weather

^Personality

Elissa is quiet and rarely speaks unless she truly needs to. She's kind and gentle to the people of her home but Wil be harsh and blunt to those she deems suspicious, rude or disrespectful. Rather calm and collected she relies on sarcasm and curt statements to get her point across, rarely showing any emotions to those who have gotten on her bad side.

^Background

Being trained since a young age, Elissa knows what expected of her. Having lesson after lesson from morning to night had Elissa near insanity, she'd sometimes go nights without sleeping with all the information she was being forced to memorize. She silently did as she was told, but when allowed a moments freedom she'd be out and ignoring the teachers tasked with aiding in her education. She was the second child, one that wouldn't assume the throne until her elder sister passed, she could do as she wished. She and her sister rarely see eye to eye on matters that relate to the kingdom, Elissa find it humorous that her sister sometimes seeks out her advice on matters that she herself shouldn't know the answer to, hee sister didn't like books as much as she did.

^Extra

No

[Jozarin]

Prince Caeling Jameson of Thirmos

_{"Whoever claims to be noble must conduct himself nobly." -Dictionnaire de l'Académie française}

^Name

Caeling Jameson

^Nickname

The People's Prince, Cael and Goji Berry Smoothie

^Age

20

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Heterosexual

^Title

His Grace, the Prince of Thirmos

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

His lessers, the people of Thirmos

^{In Depth Appearance}

Caeling still retains some of the boyish good looks of his youth, despite his stubble. He has aged much in the last three years, wrinkles beginning to appear on his face. He is tall, strong and fit. His tousled hair is a mousy brown, and his eyes are hazel.

It is a rare occasion that Cael will don full court attire. When appearing on formal occasions he will wear his elaborate gold and silver armour. Otherwise, he will wear a gold-and-blue brocade waistcoat with breeches, shirt, and boots. During the winter months, he will wrap a circular blue, waist-length cloak about him.

^Likes

Justice, power, women, combat, his family

^Dislikes

Abuse, threats to order, unnecessary ritual, ships, starless nights

^Personality

Despite his young age, Cael is something of a traditionalist. He believes in a "great chain of being" and chivalry. He believes in his inherent superiority to women and the people. Despite this, he cares for their welfare. He will provide a voice for the people he contemns so.

Cael is temperamental. Great feelings can take him of sadness, joy, joviality, anger, and lust. These feelings are intense, and he often worries that they cloud his judgement.

^Background

Caeling was the second son in the family, and of the two, the more martial. He took to his studies in knighthood. This meant clinging to every word from his instructors, and later, knight-master. His father knighted him two years ago on his 18^th birthday. He has patrolled the countryside ever since. He has fought bandits, beasts, and occasional Cylla-sponsored insurgencies. He now returns from his tour to witness his brother wed to the Queen of Sevaviel.

^Extra

He is disturbed by his brother, because they have such similar beliefs, but such different priorities. Nevertheless, he obeys an order given by his brother, even though he may voice disagreement.

[tsubasa]

Sir Lachlan of The Royal Guard of Sevaviel

_{"I fight for my Queen and not my country." -Lachlan Reyes}

^Name

Lachlan Reyes

^Nickname

Lachlan responds to Reyes and Lach. He is often called Bastard or Bastard Born by those around him since he is no longer in favour at the court with both his father and mother dead. He is sometimes called Lanny by those who do not fear for their heads, usually his sisters.

^Age

26

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Heterosexual

^Title

He is a knight out of favor with the Queen Regent. He has the title Sir but no land.

^Kingdom

Sevaviel

^Loyalty

Lachan sides with neither country. He is loyal to his sisters and his sisters alone.

^{In Depth Appearance}

Lachlan stands tall at 6 feet with broad shoulders. He is a perfect example of a rugged knight that parents warn their daughters to steer clear from. His brown hair is shaggy and unkept, sometimes when left uncut, it falls into his eyes. His beard, however, is never left to become anything more than stumble, as Lachlan finds it grows itchy quickly. Often, his wears his suit of armour as he must be prepared for battle at any moment. His armour is simple with small gold detailing around the edges. However, due to his discomfort in the clothing, it is more likely that you will find him in simpletons' clothing with his weaponry attached at his hip. His body, though remaining rather slim, is muscular due to his hours of training for battle. He is covered in scars but most remain hidden beneath his clothing, except for a small scar that sits just above his left eyebrow. He has a tender and warm smile but rarely displays in around people.

^Likes

Horseback riding
Hunting
Sword fighting
His darling baby sisters
Seeing the world

^Dislikes

The Queen Regent
Dancing
The nickname Lanny
The fact that he is a bastard
Most other Royals
Carriages

^Personality

Lachlan is quick, intelligent, and has a silver tongue. He is nearly as quick with his words as he is with his sword. Despite being a bastard, Lachlan has managed to get the basics of what he desires (Such as watching his sisters grow up) with clever thinking. He prefers to use his words before his bares his sword but is quick to identify situations where words will be of no use.

Lachlan is a charmer with no land and it is for this reason that most Ladies of the court are ushered quickly away from him. Lachlan is very accepting of the fact that he will never become King and that he will most likely never marry a woman with a title or a large dowry due to his own station in life. Lachlan does not reach for the throne in the slightest as he knows what might happen to his siblings if he ever dared.

He is caring and protective of his family, which is the reason he chose to go to Thermos.

^Background

Lachlan was born the first and only son of the King of Sevaviel. His mother, however, not the queen. Born a bastard, Lachlan counted his lucky stars that, as his only son, he fell into the King's favour. This was how he remained at court and slowly made his way through the ranks of the knights, despite the Queen disdain for him.

Much to her delight, Lachlan was often out of the castle fighting battles but he always returned because he had someone to return to. Two someones in fact. Each time Lachlan would leave, he would promise his sisters of his quick return with stories of grandeur and each time he returned more decorated than the last.

The last time he returned to the news of his father's death. In less than a week, his mother, at the Queen Regent's orders, followed. Lachlan survived the noose due to his standing in the Royal Guard but he was stripped of all and any luxuries he had previously owned. Title, land, riches. It is for this reason that Lachlan finds himself no longer loyal to his country. Leaving the thrill of returning to battle, he chose to follow his sisters to Thirmos to protect them.

^Extra

Lachlan is one of the best fighters in the land.

[Demon Grave]

Lord Aldurin Ranold of Sevaviel

_{"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live." -Martin Luther King, Jr.}

^Name

Lord Aldurin Ranold

^Nickname

Wolf Of Sevaviel

^Age

28

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Straight

^Title

Lord General

^Kingdom

Sevaviel

^Loyalty

Sevaviel

^{In Depth Appearance}

Lord Aldurin is a man of average height, standing at about five feet ten inches tall. He had shoulder length black hair that is usually un-brushed and swept behind his ears. His eyes are a deep brown, almost black that can seem to glare through a man's soul. A strong jaw framed in short stubble of fine black beard, broken only by a thin pale scar running from his right ear to his chin. He is a warrior by trade and thus his broad shouldered body is made of well toned muscles and tanned skin.

Aldurin commonly wears a black cotton tunic covered by a dark hardened leather vest, embroidered with twin snarling wolves, and a shirt of mail sandwiched between the two layers. He wears a pair of fine leather gloves that are hardened on the backs and covered in small plates of steel on the backs of the fingers and knuckles. Upon his legs are dark cotton trousers tucked neatly into his knee high boots. A wide sword belt adorns his waist made of strong dark leather and his ever present sword in its sheath. The blade has an adorned hilt with a two headed black wolf as the pommel and wolf's paws as the cross-guard. Finally he wears a black cape collard in matching wolf fur.

^Likes

His Kingdom
Drinking
Tournaments
Training
Dogs

^Dislikes

Cowards
Politics
Parties
Criminals
Religion

^Personality

Aldurin is a very blunt man. Never one to mix his words he is neither shy nor afraid of speaking his mind, no matter the company. He is a lifelong soldier and has no respect for the weak or the fearful. Though on the other hand one who shows to be strong and brave is greatly respected. A soft spot for dogs his home houses dozens, including a couple domesticated wolves. Thus he views abuse of these animals as a personal slight and shall respond in kind. Fiercely protective of his homeland he will not flee from a threat, and will make his enemies wish they had. Finally he has no patience for the games of politics and refuses to play along. To him politicians are worse than the dirt under his boots.

^Background

Aldurin was raised a noble by his father, the previous Lord General of Sevaviel, and his mother. As soon as he could walk on his own Aldurin was shadowing his father, learning from him, and even mimicking his movements, especially during training. His father upon seeing this encouraged Aldurin, giving him toy swords, and teaching him tactics and strategy. Aldurin learned fast and studied hard, wanting nothing more to make his father proud and help him defend the lands that his parents love so much.

At the age of twelve Aldurin was out riding through the woods when his horse was attacked by a pack of wolves. Killing his horse and tossing him to the ground. He feared for his life as he watched his horse being torn apart. He feared that as soon as they finished they would come for him, he wanted to run, but he couldn't, he was paralyzed with fear. He closed his eyes, awaiting for the pain of the wolves to bite him, to tear him like they tore at his horse, but that moment never came. Instead he heard swords and men before being lifted from the ground. Opening his eyes he saw his father and his men fighting back the pack of wolves. Aldurin watched from the back of his father's horse as the men fought the wolves, pushing them back through the woods. He was surprised that the wolves would not run from men, and wondered why. Then he saw, the den, and inside were two small pups, hiding in fear, much as Aldurin was himself not more than a few moments before. The other wolves had attacked, not out of hunger or hate, but to protect their children as he had ventured too close. The last wolf stood defensively between the men and the pups, refusing to surrender to the men who now moved towards it. It died as the others, but before the men could kill the pups Aldurin lept from his father's horse and jumped in front of the two pups, begging them not to kill them. His father gave in and allowed Aldurin to take in the pups, to raise them himself. This being the first step of many to being known as the Wolf of Seveviel.

As Aldurin grew older and stronger he joined his father in many small skirmishes and even lead men of his own against bandits and other small forces. So it went for many years, until his father died and Aldurin himself was raised to Lord General of Sevaviel. Upon taking the position Aldurin quickly established himself as fair, yet strict hand. He trained the men hard, and taught them knew strategies, his favored among many were small squads called Packs that were trained to track, and fight like wolves. These small forces soon becoming the well known, and well feared elites of the Sevaviel military. The men respect Aldurin greatly, even if the nobles and politicians view him as no more than a dog of war. He would have it no other way, for a dog is more honorable than those who hide behind words and armies instead of fighting their own battles.

^Extra

He has never married, despite his age, nor has he been known to visit whores. He has never openly courted anyone, though there are rumors of a few ladies he had spoken to intimately and is said to be surprisingly gentle.

[tsubasa]

Lady Juliet Solana of Sevaviel

_{"When you are happy you can forgive a great deal." -Princess Diana}

^Name

Juliet Solana

^Nickname

Jules, Julie, Juliette, Julia

^Age

20

^Gender

Female

^Sexuality

Hetrosexual

^Title

Lady/Lady in Waiting

^Kingdom

Servaviel

^Loyalty

The country of Servaviel and her Queen

^{In Depth Appearance}

Juliet is a small sender girl standing at 5'3. Often tying her corsets in a comfortable manner, the girl's figure is merely presented over exaggerated. Her chocolate brown hair, falls down her back, resting just at her lower back. Often, she wears it partially or entirely up, not one for leaving it to cascade down her back as she finds it quickly looked unkept. Her clothing is that fit for a Lady to the Queen, made of fine silk and other materials. She is rarely seen out of her fine attire as she feels that it is necessary to keep a good image in the court. She does not often wear jewelery other than for occasions where she believes it is required of her to do so.

^Likes

Flowers
Children
Snow
Animals
Music
Fencing
Archery

^Dislikes

Blood
People who don't take responsibility for what they do
Papercuts
People who break promises
Cold Baths

^Personality

Juliet displays herself like a proper lady. She is soft, sweet, gentle, and quiet. However, this isn't entire true. Below her porcelain like demeanor she is far from fragile. She is goofy, fun loving, and although she is protecting her virtue for her husband, she has been known to be rather flirtatious.

The only child of her parents, she was treated as both male and female by them. She is intelligent in more than a lady of her station should be. She understands politics but also fiances and even knows how to wield certain weapons. Despite her dainty appearance, she can hand her own against most men in combat. This allows her to be confident around men more than some women at court due to the fact that she can protect herself if need be. Of course, by looking at her, you would never be able to tell what she is capable of.

^Background

Juliet was born in the summer months to her mother and father. Her father, hoping for a boy seemed to detest her. However, as she grew older and her father started to believe that she might be his only child, he joined her mother in rearing her. At the age of 7, she began to learn the proper etiquette of a lady in court as well as how to wield a sword. Always a quick learner, she began pick up both quite quickly as she wished to please both of her parents.

As she grew older, her mother began to fear that due to her capabilities that Juliet would never find a husband. Sending her with the Queen to a Maid in Waiting was a way for the girl to be around more men and less swords. Juliet, knowing that her father also wished for her to become a bride, packed her things and went to the Queen's aide. She had been attending to the Queen for a few years when the King died and the girl was to be sent to Thermos. Juliet followed without questioning it, knowing that it was not only what her parents would want from her but also what her friend, the Queen, would wish for as well.

^Extra

Juliet has an in depth understand of a bow, sword, and tying her own corset.

[KnightsTemplar]

Alaric Jameson

_{"Justice without Force is powerless, Force without Justice is Tyrannical" -Blaise Pascal}

^Name

Alaric Arameus Jameson

^Nickname

The Bear King

^Age

46

^Gender

Male

^Sexuality

Hetrosexual

^Title

Sovereign King

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

First and foremost is His loyalty to the Family legacy of Kingship, then to the people and the lands withen His Kingdom

^{In Depth Appearance}

Stands 6 foot 4 inches, broad of shoulder and stout of leg and muscular from years of combat training, jousting and Battles. Keeps his brownish blonde hair short since its easier to wear a chainmail coif and helm and despite his age, his piercing blue eyes are still bright and keen of sight. He cares little for fancy silk or other refinement of garment and unless at the insistence of the Queen to dress properly for some Courtly function, he can be found still dressed in chainmail and battle tunic, the sword of Jameson Kings ever strapped to his side.

^Likes

-overseeing Combat of Arms/Jousts.

-Hoisting a Tankard of mead with fellow Knights.

-Seeing to the needs of the Kingdom.

-Seeing that the Army is properly equipped and trained.

-Administering Justice.

^Dislikes

-Pompous Court functions.

-Courtly etiquette.

-untrustworthy Nobles.

-Kingdom of Cylla.

-Wine.

^Personality

To those outside the Kingdom who know him not, he tends to be quiet, reserve and observant, though self-confident in his abilities, he's not boisterous or display's in aire of bravado and most times his demeanor is taken as being aloof,Standoffish and with more than a measure of arrogance. He can, but rarely makes friends easily, but He is also not a fool, placing his full trust only in those who prove worthy of it. To those that are his friends, he is attentive, kind and protective. He has a sense of responsibility and justice to those under his rule that is difficult to shake off, even while miles away, and it influences most of his decisions. Does not acquire wealth and skill for himself; he thinks of how the riches and new wealth can be put to better use for the Widowed and Orphaned of His Kingdom. Though he prefers to seek a peaceful solution to problems, he's not hesitant to take up arms in defense of the weak and innocent, he's no push over for once engaged in combat he can be ruthless and overpowering, fully intent on winning.

^Background

Work in progress, waiting to see what my 'Children' post, before I finish up the background, so I can make the timeline mesh up.

^Extra

Is called the Bear King due to his physical size, gruff manner and overpowering, tenacious style of combat.

[TheWildBunnii]

Queen Isabel Eleanor Jameson of Thirmos

_{"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." -Helen Keller}

^Name

Isabel Eleanor Jameson

^Nickname

The Marigold of Thirmos

^Age

42

^Gender

Female

^Sexuality

Heterosexual

^Title

Queen by Marriage

^Kingdom

Thirmos

^Loyalty

Her loyalty is belongs to her husband. Then, to her kingdom.

^{In Depth Appearance}

As the daughter of nobles and now queen, Isabel always was taught beauty was all she needed to capture the heart of a wealthy man. Her golden locks travels pass her slender face, ending below her shoulders. A crown or headband of jewelry lays always upon her head, showing off the status that runs through her veins. Her soft green eyes holds the true emotions of this white queen because she believes the secret to perfect complexion is to never display your feelings. Beauty always came with a price, the queen always is covered in fear her skin will darken by the sun when she steps outside. Standing at 5'6, her figure is small and petite. Isabel holds elegance with every piece of clothing she wears, as a queen she represent both her husband and his kingdom.

^Likes

Music & Arts

Animals

Shopping

Social Gatherings

Winter

^Dislikes

Wine

Those who bring harm to her family

Traitors

Her daughter's etiquette in clothing

Her son's playboy behavior

^Personality

Isabel is very elegant and ladylike, befitting her role as the queen. Others see her as the beautiful trophy wife of the king. However, do not let her elegant charm fool you. Underneath, is a woman who is stubborn but, determined to see her kingdom thrive. She is often found, listening to the problems of the people at the throne room. As loving and strong woman who deeply treasures her children. As a mother, she will do all she can to protect her daughter and son.

^Background

Isabel is the youngest daughter of the Bennett's estate. She was raised with the best tutors within the country and always wore the latest fashion. Her life was filled with all sort of treasures from all over he world. The thought never crossed her mind that she was being groomed for marriage.

As years passed, to the dismay of the Bennett's name, her father grew more attracted to world outside his home. The drunkard became a gambler, washing away the Bennett's fortunate. As the last unwed daughter, Isabel became the last hope to save her family's name; she was to be the bride of the crowned prince.

Isabel was married at the aged 14, and aged 15 when she gave birth to her son. Soon she became a vision of grace, beauty, wisdom and strength of character, Queen Isabel is fiercely dedicated to the well being of her family and kingdom.

^Extra

Never upset the queen.