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Hello! :)


I'm Aleksandra, and I'm a third-year university student. I've been roleplaying on and off for the past six years. I enjoy anything fantasy, mystery and slice-of-life. I tend to stick to group roleplays unless I know a person well (some bad experiences soured 1x1 for me). Happy to do romance, so long as the other user is 18+. As for gore, I'm fine with it.

I might be busy due to writing and programming my dissertation project, but I will try to be active in the evenings and weekends. I'm trying to get back into roleplaying after a three-year absence, and as such, I'm trying to stick to one or two RPs at a time so as to not overwhelm myself again.

English is not my first language, but I have lived in England for eleven years and seem to get by fine, so take that as you will




My character sheets, roleplay plots and unfinished ideas: Warning, most of this is admittedly cringe. Working on fixing that

Current RPs:
-> None at the moment

Current Interest Checks:
-> Pirates of Lreya

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Marcus

@Utrax@Blade17@Squirrel98
Marcus waited for the crew to get ready before following the servant to their destination. He was worried about how the encounter would go, now that everyone on the ship seemed to dislike the prince. Although he could not deny that he was curious about what would happen. There was no doubt that Tol was trying to get onto the queen's good side, but Marcus struggled to understand why he wanted to accompany them so much. No sane noble (if there were any) would try to travel alongside pirates.

Upon their arrival, Marcus was surprised to find that the room was adequately prepared and the Prince seemed somewhat less threatening now that he wasn't trying to invade their ship- not in the traditional sense at least. Marcus took a seat across from Tol, while eyeing the food hesitantly. The Queen no longer seemed like a threat but there was still a chance that Tol would not hesitate to kill them on the spot. The presence of servants reassured him slightly and so he looked up to listen to the prince, despite still feeling some unease. Stopping himself from rolling his eyes, he responded cooly to the prince: '' Morning, your highness and thank you for the breakfast''. Marcus paused for a second to pour himself some water before continuing: ''I'm sure you understand why I'm hesitant to forgive you, considering your behaviour last night. However, I must admit I'm curious about what you have to say. Please, do go on.''




Anya

@Blade17

''No I just went for a run in the scorching sun'' answered Anya flatly as she threw her bag inside her room. She winced as she heard something break but did not make a move to check what it was. Shutting the door shut, she strode towards Marcus, ignoring the fact that Blake was behind her.

Much to her dismay, Blake decided to sit next to her and so to hide her annoyance, she began to fidget with a nearby napkin. She wasn't too interested in what the prince had to say but she felt obligated to come and support the crew during in case something tragic happened. The prince's words made her stop for a moment and put the napkin down. To say it was shocking would be an understatement- the prince did not hide the fact that he disliked the crew a mere hours ago, so why did he want to work together with them now?



Jane


Jane covered her smiling mouth with a gloved hand as she patiently listened to the prince. It seemed that her assumption was correct- he was trying to convince the visitors to let him come along. Luckily, the visitors clearly weren't too fond of him which only made her job easier. Being stationed in the corner of the room, she had a good view of the visitors and they didn't look like nobles let alone royals. One would assume that a foreign nation would send representatives that didn't resemble outlaws but who was she to judge? The more she looked, the stranger they seemed. One of them seemed rather familiar but she could not put her finger on it. It wasn't unlikely that she saw him once in the princess's books however if he was indeed an aristocrat then why was he dressed in such a manner. On top of that many of them had visible scars, something that any noble would try to cover up. Jane feared the worst, as she gazed upon the crew. There was no doubt that they were from some barbaric nation overrun with poverty and crime.
@Squirrel98 It's fine, thank you for letting me know.
Marcus

@Utrax@Blade17
Marcus woke up, stretched, and calmly got up from his bed. He had to admit, the bed was fantastic and a lack of any soreness in his body was a pleasant surprise. Brushing his hair out of his face, he scrutinized his clothes in the glass doors, and with a scowl, he realized that they were in a similar state to his cloak. Well, at least the cloak would be cover the other clothes He walked over to the chair, proceeding to put on the said cloak and searched for a ribbon inside of its pockets. Much to his relief, he found one. Marcus quickly tied his hair back for the first time since they arrived, now more confident to show his face in public. The royal family had them stay in the castle- there was no point in hiding their identity anymore.

Venturing into the hallway, Marcus noticed Blake and gave him a nod of acknowledgement, before moving further down. He was slightly taken aback by the servant's presence as well as the invitation he was relaying but ultimately he decided to accept. There would probably be servants and guards around so there was a smaller chance of something bad occurring and besides, it would be more convenient than looking for a tavern which would be open this early.




Anya

@Blade17
Anya returned in a much better mood with some bags that she had the other crew members pack. She explained the situation and eventually convinced them to rent out some rooms in a nearby inn which would allow the crew to meet-up while in the town. The trip to the docks was overall a success and after a quick swim, Anya changed into some cleaner clothes she grabbed from the ship. Once she was in the ''crew's'' hallway, Anya ran into Marcus and with slight hesitation, she agreed to have the breakfast with the prince. Still wary of Tol, she was worried that another encounter would result in bloodshed. With her mood slightly soured, she finally arrived by the crew's bedrooms and began to look for a place for the bags.

The bags seemed to be filled to the brim with various belongings. She no idea what they contained and she wasn't going to check. The only things she got from the ship herself were her belongings and Jack's scarf. She placed the bags and the scarf on a table (surprisingly it was empty unlike the other ones that were littered with decorations). Rolling her eyes, she tossed Blake's bag at him:
'' We're having breakfast with the princeling today. Let Marcus know if you're coming or not.''



Jane


As soon as the princess was escorted to her lessons, Jane found herself setting the table in one of the dining halls while the other servants cleaned around her. After hearing that Prince Tol invited the visitors for breakfast, she pounced on the opportunity. It took some convincing but eventually, the other maids allowed her to 'help out'. She did not doubt that Tol would mess up but at least this would allow her to learn more about the strangers and find a way for the princess to get ahead of her siblings. After all, if the queen allowed her to accompany the visitors, Jane would most certainly come along.
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  • Sports try-outs are happening in the sports field. There are only two clubs allowed at a time and each group has booked their half of the field for an hour. Needless to say, a large number of students had gathered to either apply or watch the students who are currently occupying the area. It is likely that the field will be occupied until Thursday unless the students are allowed to try out in the gym. P.E. and Health teachers are supervising and helping the club leaders with the application process.
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  • The council is walking around in a large group handing out some flyers for an upcoming event. It seems to be a fundraiser of some sort.
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  • The sign-up sheets in the school's halfways have been replaced with various notices:



Anya


Anya waited for a few minutes before picking out a random empty room. Her current state didn't let her be too picky over how her room looked like as long as it wasn't a prison cell. Collapsing onto the bed, she shrugged off her capelet and boots and haphazardly dropped them onto the floor. They were dirty enough at this point for her not to care about worsening their state. The bed was certainly fancier then what she was used to (not to say the beds back on board were horrible- just smaller and not as soft), making her unsure if she would actually be able to fall asleep. Still, her mind was weaker than her body and she felt her eyes close involuntary. Too tired to explore the room, she snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

It was sometime in the early morning when Anya awoke again, parched and in a bad mood. She picked up the clothes from the floor. With her hands quickly lacing her boots, she wondered what to do while she was near the ship. There were some necessities that the crew could use while staying in the castle that had been left on board before they departed with Marcus. Besides, it would be better if the Queen didn't find out about the goods they had 'acquired' last night. Silently she crept out of her room, in hopes of not waking anyone else up. The pixies were nowhere in sight but she had no doubt that they would return once they heard someone woke up. Hurriedly, she headed out in order to return before anyone else was up.



Marcus


Marcus was one of the last people to choose a room, allowing himself to inspect the appearance of each remaining one. It wasn't every day he got to spend a night in such richly decorated chambers and if he had to work with royals he could at least enjoy himself. The pixes seemed to disappear for while which slightly reduced his anxiety. Out of all creatures, why did it have to be those with an affinity to fire that had to accompany them? He shuddered at the thought of what they could do- he should get someone to research them in more detail. Just in case of course. Wasting no time to get away from everyone else, he ventured into his chosen room and took off his slightly dirty coat. Marcus stared at the slight discolouration with disdain before folding the piece of clothing and gently placing it on one of the chairs. The laundry day was coming up soon anyway- he could get it cleaned then. Carefully, in an attempt not to dirty the sheets, he crawled into the bed and attempted to fall asleep.


Quinn


With the lack of any surprise tests, Quinn found the day less stressful although she could not deny that it was boring. The mandatory classes seemed to continue the things they started the last lesson and it looked like the science teacher would set homework every day. So much for having free periods. During her break and lunch, she walked around the study halls and examined the notice boards for any extra-curriculars she could partake in. So far, there was nothing but the sports' team sign-ups, most of which have been already filled out to a brim with names. Quinn looked at the sign-up sheet for the dance team with contempt. When did they all these students find time to sign up? It was only a day since school started. She could only hope that other clubs would start opening applications otherwise she would end up having to create her own. Walking away she pulled out her phone and posted a picture of the halls. It was a while since she updated her socials and editing the image could possibly cure her boredom.

Quinn found the music class surprisingly basic. Most of the terminology she used quite often so she just jotted down some simple notes while inspecting the selection of instruments the school had to offer. While she would be most comfortable with a piano, Quinn was considering branching out into other instruments but that would require her to sacrifice more time to get good. Pushing the thought out of her head, she began staring out of the window into the courtyard. There was no rush, when the time came to pick she would decide.

Finally, the time for physical education arrived and with it the pleasure of running. Sports was something that she always enjoyed and that her parents never had any objections about. The importance of being healthy and whatever else their doctor recommended was never questioned by them so she had at least one excuse to avoid them in the mornings. The test was simple in her opinion and she managed to be slightly behind the most athletic students, although she was never able to overtake them. Still, Quinn was more than happy with her performance and headed back to the locker room with a spring in her step.

After changing back into some casual clothes ( there was no point in changing back into her 'professional' clothing), she headed into the library to return the book she took out yesterday and began to look through the shelves to find something that would interest her.
Anya


Anya walked past Blake without a glance, annoyed at his sudden disappearance. She wasn't going to explain what was happening to him- it wasn't her fault that he left and honestly some silent treatment never hurt anybody. Following the guards with her head held high, she decided to ignore her surroundings until tomorrow. As Marcus said, everyone was tired and she was barely keeping it together- both mentally and physically. Not wanting to bother anyone with going back to the docks, she decided to go for a swim first thing after she got some sleep. The water served in the castle was good for a short burst of energy but it wouldn't help her like seawater.



Marcus

@Squirrel98@Blade17
Once again he bowed to the royalty, before following the crew. This was the most infuriating night that he experienced in a while. With the queen and king out of sight, Marcus dropped his polite facade to reveal a scowl, that not so rarely graced his face. The entire scheme was ridiculous and while being in the presence of royalty greatly displeased him, something made him agree to the queen's terms. Whet ever it was his curiosity or the fear of execution, he wasn't sure. The presence of the royal guard didn't help either. Rubbing his eyes, he attempted to commit his surroundings to his memory, although in the morning Marcus would find that he wasn't able to memorise much. The corridors looked eerily similar in the morning light and he was pretty much sleep-walking at this point.

Focusing in on his crew, he noted that everyone seemed to be as tired as he was if not more. Taking into account Hope's slight injury he instructed: ''Anyone's who's injured in any way gets to have the first rooms we are lead to. Everyone else, feel free to pick amongst yourselves.''


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