[OOC] Closed.

[Silent Whispers]

CLOSED.

[Mr_pink]

Cilla

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.

[User]

Hider

_{"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 15 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?

[Silent Whispers]

Sorry everyone, I goofed. Sevaviel's surnames are Landers and Thirmos' surnames are Jameson. Sorry for leaving that bit of information out. I did makes the OOC in the dead of the night. ^^

[OfficerHeadbutt]

It's a pain in the ass that I'm not good with quotes. Literally sat here trawling through quotes sites for something good.

[Mr_pink]

I think my app is done, I'll edit it as roles are filled and if anyone want's to discuss anything with me just shoot me a PM.

[OfficerHeadbutt]

This is not complete yet. I will be adding personality and backstory, and expanding on in depth appearance some time soon.

My Hider

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]

I hate bios, given that if I screw my bio up I cant get my char

[User]

@HushedWhispers I think my char is done

[Silent Whispers]

@User Might want to go back and read the rules. ^^

[User]

@HushedWhispers I cant use hiders. I rarely even use bold or italics

[User]

@HushedWhispersThere you go

[Silent Whispers]

@Mr_pink Nice princess character, Pink! Haha. Accepted.

@User Thank you for placing your character in a hider for me and he is accepted.

@OfficerHeadbutt Nice character, so far. ^^ Just need the background and you're good to go.

[Mr_pink]

Great! Should I put her in the character tab then?

[User]

@HushedWhispers When will we start the IC?

[Silent Whispers]

@Mr_pink Yes, please. Sorry.

@User As soon as we get a few more roles in. So tell your Medieval friends! Haha.

[User]

@HushedWhispers Maybe ill get some from my rp t join, given you aleardy have officer

[OfficerHeadbutt]

@HushedWhispers I live in England, it's kinda late right now so I'm going to work on my backstory tomorrow when I get home from work, if that's alright.

[User]

@OfficerHeadbutt Im in england, ots oly like half nine

[OfficerHeadbutt]

@User Yeah, but I go to bed early and wake up early. I have to be in work in the morning.