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Princess Sylvia Camilia (WIP)

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Princess Sylvia Camilia • Age | 20 • Gender | Female • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Princess • Previous Occupation: | Royal-in-training Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'6"/ 165cm • Weight | 145lbs/ 66kg • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Crystal Blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep crimson. Length runs to lower back, but is most often tied up in intricate buns. • Skin Tone | Soft pink • Facial Details | Faint freckles on both cheeks • Distinguishing Features | Often has a jeweled hair ornament holding up her bun • Clothing Preferences | Bold, colorful dresses that often sparkle. Tight-fitting adventuring gear when trying to blend into the crowd. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 ("Kill everybody with kindness! That's how it goes...right?") • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 5 ("I'm going to smother my prince charming with love...once I find them, of course! I am sure they are out there!") • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | King Alixandre (father) Queen Rosa (mother) Siblings: Lucian, Marina,

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Running (Especially early in morning) ✦ Pranks ✦ Cooking ✦ Collecting Gossip ✦ Gardening (Flowers mostly) ✦ Singing (Not in front of anyone) • Likes | ✦ Floral decorations ✦ "Bad boys" (AKA strong, silent types) ✦ Cute desserts ✦ Colorful Festivals ✦ Exotic pets/animals ✦ Meeting new people • Dislikes | ✦ Pungent smells ✦ Bad hair days ✦ Being scolded ✦ Long meetings ✦ Witch-hunters ✦ Being told No ✦ Excessively elaborate dresses Personality Summary Sylvia is a fountain of endless energy and boundless curiosity that often puts her at odds with those more laid-back or reserved. She is not one to mince words and often will speak her mind if the situation demands it. Everything she chooses to do or take on is done at 110% and telling her to slow her pace is about the worst phrase someone can say to her. Sylvia is quick to form bonds with people she meets and remembers the name of every person she has spoken too. She has little love for putting on facades of personality to maintain the regal image of a royal princess. It is something she assigns as a necessary evil of her position. It is often when forced into matters of state or official ceremonies that she expresses her explosive nature afterwards most. If not for her love of her family, she would undoubtedly be a wild hellfire of a princess. Not all of her excitable nature is benevolent. That determination and enthusiasm that carries her through her days also blends into the darker sides of her person. Throats are cut open with a smile and lives are ruined with a laugh. When Sylvia dirties her hands, she makes sure that she extracts her fun out of it. Main Ambition Sylvia wants nothing more than to enrich the lives of those around her and find the perfect man to match her. She has little desire for the throne or similar positions of power. A part of her does wish to be known for her voice, singing for large crowded opera houses and other venues. It might be fine to say she wishes to be an Icon for Varia and- Nothing less than the complete extermination of Witch Hunters and their entire order will allow her to rest comfortably at night. She wants to track every single one of them herself and bleed them dry once they show up in her path. It is a almost instinctual desire to watch them suffer at her hands and make them regret every life they ever took.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Voice Control ✦ Writing ✦ Athletics ✦ Horse-riding ✦ Dancing ✦ Needlework ✦ Blending in ✦ Finding people in a crowd ✦ Staying positive ✦ Reading others Sylvia was nothing less than a little, chaotic monster that prowled the halls of the castle. She certainly made the servants work for their coin with her antics, but she would also freely apologize and offer gift. Her interests changed quickly during those times, but she always put maximum effort into them. It was hard to know exactly what the little terror of a princess would get up too, but whatever she did Sylvia would try to make up for whatever wrong she caused in her own ways. Growing up, She favored her older sister Marina quite strongly and would often be seen following her around the castle when she wasn't up to her usual mischief. Marina was usually the target of her love of pranks, always trying to get one over her. Lucian was the next closest she was too but for a different reason all together. Sylvia thought and still thinks that Lucian is pinnacle of what it means to be a Prince and likes to think of herself as one of his greatest supporters...even if she sometimes puts small firecrackers in his carriages. Whereas Lucian might have grown out of his troublesome youth, Sylvia has yet to shake off the over-the-top playfulness that often lands her in the crosshairs of those lacking her sense of humor. It wasn't until she met the old hermit that her life began to take a significant turn. She met the hermit on one of her many secret journeys from the castle, finding within a dilapidated tower in the deep woods. It was there he showed her the most wondrous of sights and told her the best stories. Sylvia could tell the old man had been lonely for some time and she could see the genuine happiness her visit brought to him. So she made it more of a habit. Sylvia began sneaking out of the castle enough that some began to suspect she was having some secret rendezvous. She was, but not in the way they thought. They talked to each other about everything. He was her favorite person to vent to besides her siblings, only because she could complain about them too. The reveal that he had been an old wizard didn't even scare her off and she in-fact wanted to learn more. He felt like a grandfather to her, after all. All of it came to a brutal end one stormy night when she went to visit him. His tower was in the worst state she had ever saw it and the beautiful garden that surrounded it had been ripped up and ruined. Sylvia, fearless as she could be, entered the tower worried about her dear old friend. It was the first time she saw someone so wounded and so much blood. The lighting strikes barely help illuminate the dark room but the faint light from the small candles gave her enough vision. The old hermit was slouched against the wall barely breathing. A strange pattern etched into the wooden floor and marked with blood. She could hear the barest mumbling about family, a daughter or granddaughter. Sylvia held a small hope he was referring to her but the sad, apologetic look in his eyes filled with a grim determination chilled her bones. A pain she had never felt before crawled through her skin and compounded in her heard. It felt as if some force was trying to rip her in half starting from the top. It wasn't until the next morning that she woke, a damp cold clinging to her as she managed to collect her thoughts. A pounding headache made it hard to think. There was a burning rage that she felt deep in her chest when she saw the dead body of the hermit, beyond any anger she had ever felt before. She had always heard about those who had hunted people who wielded strange powers. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why?!? Sylvia felt as confused as she was angry. The old hermit was buried in the dug up garden. Sylvia didn't know what else she could do for him. Tears were already spilling down her cheeks when something did spark in her mind. An idea that she didn't know exactly where she came up with it. This was an injustice. A wrongful execution. She would just have to punish those responsible. That would make the world a better place. Sylvia left that clearing in the wood with an all too sweet smile that day. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "Oh, my parents and siblings were the absolute best! I just might have been a little brat sometimes..." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "Well, sometimes I would hide in Lulu's room so Marnie didn't find after I made her mad...but mostly I really liked walking in the garden...when it wasn't raining obviously...but sometimes it felt nice." What were you like in your teenage years?:"The cutest lady there ever was, of course! I was the definition of a perfect prin- ow, why are you PINCHING ME MARNIE!" How close are you to your parents?: "I do not talk about it much to my siblings, but I worry they think I'm a failure...I know I can be much for them." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "I had to bury my grandfather when he passed away." What advice would you give your younger self?: "It might be what you want to do, but think twice if its the right choice." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I was an absolute delight...No, Marnie! Don't! Fine, ugh...I was probably the biggest troublemaker ever..." What is your biggest regret?: "Just one? Ah, let's see....um, does it have to go on record? See, there was this dress I borrowed before a big ball..." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I hope I will soon. I feel like I sometimes scare them away..." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "Well, I, uh would like someone who is always there for me and listens to what I say even though I know I can talk a lot. Handsome, of course! That is just a given, right, if you had to choose the perfect partner. Oh! I would like a man who is really funny! What else.... How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I mean, it is a little embarrassing to say but I would kiss them. A lot. Sweet, quick ones on the lips or cheek...." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"Um, well, not yet. I have had my hand kissed if that counts...but I doubt it. I am....too busy! Right...official princes duties..." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Of course I do! This is a idiotic question! You can hate someone at first sight so why not love?!?" What does marriage mean to you?: "A promise to support and enrich the life of your partner." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "That list is secret. I will not have it fall into my brother's hands." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Children?!? Oh, sorry. Well, I wouldn't mind with the right person I suppose." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "That's easy. Cakes. Cakes all over the bed and I don't have to get up out of the covers." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "I want to be a icon of the people that can inspire everyone to be better." What bad habits do you have?: "I can talk way too long and way too quickly. Mother says it isn't very princess-like." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "Definitely turning off the oven after I tried to make Lucian a cake for his birthday. We had to replace the whole kitchen that time." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing my family to a organization of fanatics...Wait..what was the question again?" What are your pet peeves?: "It has to be when someone can't appreciate a well thought out prank-I mean plan." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "I don't really like to be alone when I feel like that." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Mental scars are forever."

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Shehzade Aslam Kadir

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Shehzade Aslam Kadir (The Slumbering Lion) • Age | 27 • Gender | Male • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Eldest Prince and practicing Alchemist • Previous Occupation: | Royal-in-training/academic student Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'11"/ 180cm • Weight | 185lbs/ 84kg • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Emerald • Hair Color & Style | Rich black, wavy hair that flows just past his shoulders. Tied in ponytail when experimenting • Skin Tone | Rich tan • Facial Details | Small scar running from under his left brow to mid-forehead. • Distinguishing Features | Aslam has what might be best described as masculine beauty. His skin is always well cared for to the point of being almost radiant. • Clothing Preferences | Current fashion trend in most situations. Basic, tight clothing when working in alchemy lab. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 (Enemies who think they are friends lower their guard) • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 2 (He found out the hard way there is no love without trust) • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | Sultan Raif (father) Sultana Esrin (mother; deceased) Grand Vizier Hafiz (uncle) Siblings: Layla (29), twins Amir & Kahrem (25; on deceased, believed Kahrem), Nahir (25), Saiya (24; adopted), Mayet (22), Munir (20) Cousins: Farim (24), Kalliope (24; ward of Hafiz, not blood related in any way)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Investigating mysteries ✦ Guarding his siblings ✦ Exotic/Taboo concepts and ideas ✦ Advancing alchemy ✦ Setting up 'games' for his siblings ✦ Exploring ancient ruins ✦ Martial arts • Likes | ✦ Reading ✦ Strong, fragrant tea ✦ Engaging Debates ✦ Spending time with his siblings (especially Ranya) ✦ Tasting new cuisine (loves sweets)✦ Conversing with unique people ✦ Fashion Trends ✦ Shopping open markets • Dislikes | ✦ Threats against his siblings ✦ Close-minded people (Zealots in particular) ✦ Frigid environments ✦ Crowds ✦ Slow music ✦ No sense of humor ✦ Walking in the dark Personality Summary Aslam maintains an aura of calm aloofness both in public settings and amidst his family. One would be inclined to call him lazy with the smooth, soft way he speaks and the unhurried manner in which he moves. That energy is instead direct to his projects and goals, working intensely and tirelessly when something captures his attention. It is not unheard of for him to seal himself in the palace's lab only to fall into a deep slumber once whatever he was working on is finished. Emotions beyond a friendly tone rarely tint his voice. He is one to insist on solving disputes and arguments at later date when time has passed and the two parties can meet more privately. Aslam is one to dwell on details and the particulars of any situation or conversation. Sometimes his curiosity can bring him to probe uncomfortable or sensitive topics. Underlying all of this is a sleeping beast, a monster to some. Aslam was always protective of his siblings but it only worsened after his mother died and the incident regarding his last love. He keeps a diligent watch over all of his siblings and has taken care of troublesome people that stood against them on more than a few occasions. To a degree, he eagerly awaits those who try to stand against his family just so he can put them in their place. It is for this reason he has a noticeable obsession with poisons and ingredients that cause a variety of maladies. Main Ambition The Elixir of Life. A fantastical legend about a miracle potion that can cure any disease...or revive the dead. Aslam's passionate research of alchemy is in pursuit of this elusive and mythical concoction throwing whatever resources he has when a lead comes up. This is all for the purpose of of keeping his family and close friends alive throughout the turbulent times they find themselves in. Aslam wishes to advances the science of alchemy to the point where magic is viewed as antiquated and irrelevant. This, along with his drive to protect his family, stirs him to act behind the scenes in most regards to the running of his kingdom. Magic shall and will be obsolete if Aslam's ambitions are met.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Martial Arts ✦ Alchemy ✦ Medicine ✦ Singing ✦ Tactics/Strategy ✦ Subterfuge ✦ Quick-thinking ✦ Controlling own emotions ✦ Research and Development The first son of the Sultan was a joyous occassion and he may have been just as spoiled and entitled as his older sister if not for her influence. Aslam found his older sister to be highly amusing and often worked behind her back to create situations that both reinforced and challenged her believed superiority. However, it did dissuade him from acting similar and inspire the curious mind that would dominate his actions and personality going forward. Aslam became the ideal prince of the kingdom if only for his own sake and amusement, blending pride and humility into his interactions with the citizens. His knack for observation and study allowed him to navigate social events deftly while remaining aloof enough to cause others to underestimate his ambition. He breezed through his various tutors' instructions and soon found himself diving into independent study and research. His first foray into the world of Alchemy sparked something within him. A drive to see just where it could go and take him. Untraceable poisons, remedies for all ailments...the promise of such wonderful concoctions drew his complete devotion and love. That was until one day wandering the various market stalls of a bazaar within the royal capital that he met her. She was not from any noble house he could extract from her nor was she the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Yet, she possessed a mind that seemed to rival his own and he found himself talking late into the night with her that day they met. With a promise to talk more, Aslam found himself sneaking to that market over and over just to spend time with her and discuss a variety of subjects they were passionate about at the time. It was not long that this budding friendship sprouted into something much more. He more than once gushed about his new flame to his closer siblings, rarely ever speaking of her appearance. What she had failed to mention to him was her involvement with the darker side of Alidasht. Aslam would later find out that she was responsible for the creation of many poisons and drugs that filtered through the underworld. She might have saw a way out with Aslam as she began to distance herself from that life without his knowledge. It had just been another day slipping out of the palace to see her when she first went missing. Aslam had brushed it off as something that came up and needed her attention. His view and attitude shifted quickly once a couple days had passed without being able to spot her once. Aslam wasted no time going towards her home, where they had spent intimate moments together. There he found her sliced open, let to rot, nails split with her struggle. He was distant and cold for many months after that gruesome discovery, locking himself in his study or room for most of the day. During that same periods, a notorious organization was picked apart with numerous raids and busts. What made the inquisition of the group strange was the majority of leaders were either found dead or perish shortly after being sentenced. Aslam ended up with a overwhelming fear of the unknown as a result. Mysteries became obsessions. Questions always demanded answers. This developed into his own personal network of spies and informants, centered around his family and close friends. The death of their mother hit him especially hard and its mystery is one that haunts him to this day. An adjoining room of his personal chambers is cluttered with documents and rambling notes all concerning her death. Time has blunted his obsession but he is forever on the lookout for the missing piece that will point him in the right direction. For now, Aslam does his best to balance his obligations as a prince with his pursuit of knowledge and enjoying what time he can with his beloved siblings. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "I must admit that parents were quite invested into my early development, my father in particular. I consider myself blessed to have the siblings I do." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "That would have to the royal library. It was quiet and offered a place to think about the problem over a good book." What were you like in your teenage years?:"Very opinionated and outspoken with those opinions. A sharp mind and a sharp tongue does not make you right." How close are you to your parents?: "I hold my father in the highest regard even if mother's passing has hardened his soul. I...visit her grave often." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "The two most important women in my life are gone. All this knowledge and it didn't protect them." What advice would you give your younger self?: "Theory is only worth as much as it can be applied." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I suppose I was defiant to an extent. I often disobeyed my parents when I thought I knew better." What is your biggest regret?: "Not being there when it mattered." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I have and she was the most wonderful, intelligent woman." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "What I desire most is a woman who can match me in curiosity and passion. They need to be ambitious while appreciating the wider world. Perhaps most of all, communication should be open and effortless." How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I find great happiness in performing thoughtful acts and giving meaningful gifts. Though, I personally find greater comfort in receiving physical displays." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"It was...quite disastrous. My younger self found that relying on storybooks and pictures does not guarantee success." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Yes, I do. Love is a spectrum and when the right people meet in the right situation that spark can be instant. That, I believe, is what constitutes a soul mate." What does marriage mean to you?: "At best, a partner united in mutual goals. At worst, a means to an end." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "No. The luxury and innocence of having a crush were stripped from me." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Of course. I love my siblings dearly and I can only imagine the joy of raising my children." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "Family breakfast followed by brewing a new potion in my lab." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "A bulwark against the unjust and wretched of this world." What bad habits do you have?: "I tend to hyper-fixate on problems and have trouble focusing on anything else until it is solved. That, and I find tidying up a great waste of time." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "I would have brought her before my father and scoured the underworld with my own hands." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing more of the people I care about." What are your pet peeves?: "Those who cannot keep their hands to themselves. Also, those high and mighty nobles who can't even bother to wear proper seasonal colors." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "It does no one any good to be around me if I have reached that state of mind." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Words ring hollow if you can not bring up the necessary physical force to back them up."

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Shehzade Aslam Kadir

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Shehzade Aslam Kadir (The Slumbering Lion) • Age | 27 • Gender | Male • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Eldest Prince and practicing Alchemist • Previous Occupation: | Royal-in-training/academic student Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'11"/ 180cm • Weight | 185lbs/ 84kg • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Emerald • Hair Color & Style | Rich black, wavy hair that flows just past his shoulders. Tied in ponytail when experimenting • Skin Tone | Rich tan • Facial Details | Small scar running from under his left brow to mid-forehead. • Distinguishing Features | Aslam has what might be best described as masculine beauty. His skin is always well cared for to the point of being almost radiant. • Clothing Preferences | Current fashion trend in most situations. Basic, tight clothing when working in alchemy lab. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 (Enemies who think they are friends lower their guard) • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 2 (He found out the hard way there is no love without trust) • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | Sultan Raif (father) Sultana Esrin (mother; deceased) Grand Vizier Hafiz (uncle) Siblings: Layla (29), Maryam (27), Fareed (26, adopted), twins Amir & Kahrem (25; one deceased, believed Kahrem), Nahir (25), Saiya (24; adopted), Mayet (22), Munir (20) Cousins: Farim (24), Kalliope (24; ward of Hafiz, not blood related in any way)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Investigating mysteries ✦ Guarding his siblings ✦ Exotic/Taboo concepts and ideas ✦ Advancing alchemy ✦ Setting up 'games' for his siblings ✦ Exploring ancient ruins ✦ Martial arts • Likes | ✦ Reading ✦ Strong, fragrant tea ✦ Engaging Debates ✦ Spending time with his siblings (especially Ranya) ✦ Tasting new cuisine (loves sweets)✦ Conversing with unique people ✦ Fashion Trends ✦ Shopping open markets • Dislikes | ✦ Threats against his siblings ✦ Close-minded people (Zealots in particular) ✦ Frigid environments ✦ Crowds ✦ Slow music ✦ No sense of humor ✦ Walking in the dark Personality Summary Aslam maintains an aura of calm aloofness both in public settings and amidst his family. One would be inclined to call him lazy with the smooth, soft way he speaks and the unhurried manner in which he moves. That energy is instead direct to his projects and goals, working intensely and tirelessly when something captures his attention. It is not unheard of for him to seal himself in the palace's lab only to fall into a deep slumber once whatever he was working on is finished. Emotions beyond a friendly tone rarely tint his voice. He is one to insist on solving disputes and arguments at later date when time has passed and the two parties can meet more privately. Aslam is one to dwell on details and the particulars of any situation or conversation. Sometimes his curiosity can bring him to probe uncomfortable or sensitive topics. Underlying all of this is a sleeping beast, a monster to some. Aslam was always protective of his siblings but it only worsened after his mother died and the incident regarding his last love. He keeps a diligent watch over all of his siblings and has taken care of troublesome people that stood against them on more than a few occasions. To a degree, he eagerly awaits those who try to stand against his family just so he can put them in their place. It is for this reason he has a noticeable obsession with poisons and ingredients that cause a variety of maladies. Main Ambition The Elixir of Life. A fantastical legend about a miracle potion that can cure any disease...or revive the dead. Aslam's passionate research of alchemy is in pursuit of this elusive and mythical concoction throwing whatever resources he has when a lead comes up. This is all for the purpose of of keeping his family and close friends alive throughout the turbulent times they find themselves in. Aslam wishes to advances the science of alchemy to the point where magic is viewed as antiquated and irrelevant. This, along with his drive to protect his family, stirs him to act behind the scenes in most regards to the running of his kingdom. Magic shall and will be obsolete if Aslam's ambitions are met.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Martial Arts ✦ Alchemy ✦ Medicine ✦ Singing ✦ Tactics/Strategy ✦ Subterfuge ✦ Quick-thinking ✦ Controlling own emotions ✦ Research and Development ✦ Multilingual The first son of the Sultan was a joyous occassion and he may have been just as spoiled and entitled as his older sister if not for her influence. Aslam found his older sister to be highly amusing and often worked behind her back to create situations that both reinforced and challenged her believed superiority. However, it did dissuade him from acting similar and inspire the curious mind that would dominate his actions and personality going forward. Aslam became the ideal prince of the kingdom if only for his own sake and amusement, blending pride and humility into his interactions with the citizens. His knack for observation and study allowed him to navigate social events deftly while remaining aloof enough to cause others to underestimate his ambition. He breezed through his various tutors' instructions and soon found himself diving into independent study and research. His first foray into the world of Alchemy sparked something within him. A drive to see just where it could go and take him. Untraceable poisons, remedies for all ailments...the promise of such wonderful concoctions drew his complete devotion and love. That was until one day wandering the various market stalls of a bazaar within the royal capital that he met her. She was not from any noble house he could extract from her nor was she the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Yet, she possessed a mind that seemed to rival his own and he found himself talking late into the night with her that day they met. With a promise to talk more, Aslam found himself sneaking to that market over and over just to spend time with her and discuss a variety of subjects they were passionate about at the time. It was not long that this budding friendship sprouted into something much more. He more than once gushed about his new flame to his closer siblings, rarely ever speaking of her appearance. What she had failed to mention to him was her involvement with the darker side of Alidasht. Aslam would later find out that she was responsible for the creation of many poisons and drugs that filtered through the underworld. She might have saw a way out with Aslam as she began to distance herself from that life without his knowledge. It had just been another day slipping out of the palace to see her when she first went missing. Aslam had brushed it off as something that came up and needed her attention. His view and attitude shifted quickly once a couple days had passed without being able to spot her once. Aslam wasted no time going towards her home, where they had spent intimate moments together. There he found her sliced open, let to rot, nails split with her struggle. He was distant and cold for many months after that gruesome discovery, locking himself in his study or room for most of the day. During that same periods, a notorious organization was picked apart with numerous raids and busts. What made the inquisition of the group strange was the majority of leaders were either found dead or perish shortly after being sentenced. Aslam ended up with a overwhelming fear of the unknown as a result. Mysteries became obsessions. Questions always demanded answers. This developed into his own personal network of spies and informants, centered around his family and close friends. The death of their mother hit him especially hard and its mystery is one that haunts him to this day. An adjoining room of his personal chambers is cluttered with documents and rambling notes all concerning her death. Time has blunted his obsession but he is forever on the lookout for the missing piece that will point him in the right direction. For now, Aslam does his best to balance his obligations as a prince with his pursuit of knowledge and enjoying what time he can with his beloved siblings. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "I must admit that parents were quite invested into my early development, my father in particular. I consider myself blessed to have the siblings I do." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "That would have to the royal library. It was quiet and offered a place to think about the problem over a good book." What were you like in your teenage years?:"Very opinionated and outspoken with those opinions. A sharp mind and a sharp tongue does not make you right." How close are you to your parents?: "I hold my father in the highest regard even if mother's passing has hardened his soul. I...visit her grave often." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "The two most important women in my life are gone. All this knowledge and it didn't protect them." What advice would you give your younger self?: "Theory is only worth as much as it can be applied." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I suppose I was defiant to an extent. I often disobeyed my parents when I thought I knew better." What is your biggest regret?: "Not being there when it mattered." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I have and she was the most wonderful, intelligent woman." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "What I desire most is a woman who can match me in curiosity and passion. They need to be ambitious while appreciating the wider world. Perhaps most of all, communication should be open and effortless." How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I find great happiness in performing thoughtful acts and giving meaningful gifts. Though, I personally find greater comfort in receiving physical displays." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"It was...quite disastrous. My younger self found that relying on storybooks and pictures does not guarantee success." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Yes, I do. Love is a spectrum and when the right people meet in the right situation that spark can be instant. That, I believe, is what constitutes a soul mate." What does marriage mean to you?: "At best, a partner united in mutual goals. At worst, a means to an end." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "No. The luxury and innocence of having a crush were stripped from me." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Of course. I love my siblings dearly and I can only imagine the joy of raising my children." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "Family breakfast followed by brewing a new potion in my lab." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "A bulwark against the unjust and wretched of this world." What bad habits do you have?: "I tend to hyper-fixate on problems and have trouble focusing on anything else until it is solved. That, and I find tidying up a great waste of time." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "I would have brought her before my father and scoured the underworld with my own hands." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing more of the people I care about." What are your pet peeves?: "Those who cannot keep their hands to themselves. Also, those high and mighty nobles who can't even bother to wear proper seasonal colors." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "It does no one any good to be around me if I have reached that state of mind." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Words ring hollow if you can not bring up the necessary physical force to back them up."

Self-Replicating Factory (Ithradine's Testing Grounds)

Aslam(Roses and Daggers)

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Shehzade Aslam Kadir (The Slumbering Lion) • Age | 27 • Gender | Male • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Alchemist • Previous Occupation: | Student Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'11"/ 180cm • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Emerald • Hair Color & Style | Rich black, wavy hair that flows just past his shoulders. Tied in ponytail when experimenting • Skin Tone | Rich tan • Facial Details | Small scar running from under his left brow to mid-forehead. • Distinguishing Features | Aslam has what might be best described as masculine beauty. His skin is always well cared for to the point of being almost radiant. • Clothing Preferences | Current fashion trend in most situations. Basic, tight clothing when working in alchemy lab. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 (Enemies who think they are friends lower their guard) • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 2 (He found out the hard way there is no love without trust) • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | Sultan Raif (father) Sultana Esrin (mother; deceased) Grand Vizier Hafiz (uncle) Siblings: Layla (29), twins Amir & Kahrem (25; on deceased, believed Kahrem), Nahir (25), Saiya (24; adopted), Mayet (22), Munir (20) Cousins: Farim (24), Kalliope (24; ward of Hafiz, not blood related in any way)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Investigating mysteries ✦ Guarding his siblings ✦ Exotic/Taboo concepts and ideas ✦ Advancing alchemy ✦ Setting up 'games' for his siblings ✦ Exploring ancient ruins ✦ Martial arts • Likes | ✦ Reading ✦ Strong, fragrant tea ✦ Engaging Debates ✦ Spending time with his siblings (especially Ranya) ✦ Tasting new cuisine (loves sweets)✦ Conversing with unique people ✦ Fashion Trends ✦ Shopping open markets • Dislikes | ✦ Threats against his siblings ✦ Close-minded people (Zealots in particular) ✦ Frigid environments ✦ Crowds ✦ Slow music ✦ No sense of humor ✦ Walking in the dark Personality Summary Aslam maintains an aura of calm aloofness both in public settings and amidst his family. One would be inclined to call him lazy with the smooth, soft way he speaks and the unhurried manner in which he moves. That energy is instead direct to his projects and goals, working intensely and tirelessly when something captures his attention. It is not unheard of for him to seal himself in the palace's lab only to fall into a deep slumber once whatever he was working on is finished. Emotions beyond a friendly tone rarely tint his voice. He is one to insist on solving disputes and arguments at later date when time has passed and the two parties can meet more privately. Aslam is one to dwell on details and the particulars of any situation or conversation. Sometimes his curiosity can bring him to probe uncomfortable or sensitive topics. Underlying all of this is a sleeping beast, a monster to some. Aslam was always protective of his siblings but it only worsened after his mother died and the incident regarding his last love. He keeps a diligent watch over all of his siblings and more than once taking care of troublesome people that stood against them. To a degree, he eagerly awaits those who try to stand against his family just so he can put them in their place. It is for this reason he has a noticeable obsession with poisons and ingredients that cause a variety of maladies. Main Ambition The Elixir of Life. A fantastical legend about a miracle potion that can cure any disease...or revive the dead. Aslam passionate research of alchemy is in pursuit of this elusive and mythical concoction throwing whatever resources he has when a lead comes up. This is all for the purpose of of keeping his family and close friends alive throughout the turbulent times they find themselves in. Aslam wishes to advances the science of alchemy to the point where magic is viewed as antiquated and irrelevant. This, along with his drive to protect his family, stirs him to act behind the scenes in most regards to the running of his kingdom. Magic shall and will be obsolete if Aslam's ambitions are met.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Martial Arts ✦ Alchemy ✦ Medicine ✦ Singing ✦ Tactics/Strategy ✦ Subterfuge ✦ Quick-thinking ✦ Controlling own emotions ✦ Research and Development The first son of the Sultan was a joyous occassion and he may have been just as spoiled and entitled as his older sister if not for her influence. Aslam found his older sister to be highly amusing and often worked behind her back to create situations that both reinforced and challenged her believed superiority. However, it did dissuade him from acting similar and inspire the curious mind that would dominate his actions and personality going forward. Aslam became the ideal prince of the kingdom if only for his own sake and amusement, blending pride and humility into his interactions with the citizens. His knack for observation and study allowed him to navigate social events deftly while remaining aloof enough to cause others to underestimate his ambition. He breezed through his various tutors' instructions and soon found himself diving into indecent study and research. His first foray into the world of Alchemy sparked something within him. A drive to see just where it could go and take him. Untraceable poisons, remedies for all ailments...the promise of such wonderful concoctions drew his complete devotion and love. That was until one day wandering the various market stalls of a bazaar within the royal capital that he met her. She was not from any noble house he could extract from her nor was she the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Yet, she possessed a mind that seemed to rival his own and he found himself talking late into the night with her that day they met. With a promise to talk more, Aslam found himself sneaking to that market over and over just to spend time with her and discuss a variety of subjects they were passionate about at the time. It was not long that this budding friendship sprouted into something much more. He more than once gushed about his new flame to his closer siblings, rarely ever speaking of her appearance. What she had failed to mention to him was her involvement with the darker side of Alidasht. Aslam would later find out that she was responsible for creation of many poisons and drugs that filtered through the underworld. She might have saw a way out with Aslam as she began to distance herself from that life without his knowledge. It had just been another day slipping out of the palace to see her when she first went missing. Aslam had brushed it off as something that came up and needed her attention. His view and attitude shifted quickly once a couple days had passed without being able to spot her once. Aslam wasted no time going towards her home, where they had spent intimate moments together. There he found her sliced open, let to rot, nails split with her struggle. He was distant and cold for many months after that gruesome discovery, locking himself in his study or room for most of the day. During that same periods, a notorious organization was picked apart with numerous raids and busts. What made the inquisition of the group strange was the majority of leaders were either found dead or perish shortly after being sentenced. Aslam ended up with a overwhelming fear of the unknown as a result. Mysteries became obsessions. Questions always demanded answers. This developed into his own personal network of spies and informants, centered around his family and close friends. The death of their mother hit him especially hard and its mystery is one that haunts him to this day. An adjoining room of his personal chambers is cluttered with documents and rambling notes all concerning her death. Time has blunted his obsession but he is forever on the lookout for the missing piece that will point him in the right direction. For now, Aslam does his best to balance his obligations as a prince with his pursuit of knowledge and enjoying what time he can with his beloved siblings. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: What were you like in your teenage years?: How close are you to your parents?: Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: What advice would you give your younger self?: Were you an obedient child or defiant?: What is your biggest regret?: Romance Have you ever been in love? : What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: How do you display affection? What is your love language?: Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: What does marriage mean to you?: Are you currently crushing on anyone?: Do you ever consider having children in the future?: Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: What kind of person do you aspire to be?: What bad habits do you have?: If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: What is your greatest fear?: What are your pet peeves?: When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Underground • Time: NighT

Interactions: Tessa - @PotterMentions: N/A

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Luther had not been idle next to Tessa as his claws swiped at incoming vampires like small cyclones of death. The brutal training and conditioning of the Cold Fangs filling in the gaps his mind was quick enough to fill. He hadn't smelled any notable vampires within the club, but so far even these peons were putting up more of a fight than they should. His snowy white fur stood as a beacon in the dimly lit underground where most had clothing...or fur in some cases.

A deep growl that grew into a snarl slipped from his muzzle as he regrouped with Tessa, the noxious of venom from her wound faintly touching his nostrils. It stirred up primal feelings of protection for Tessa that suddenly had him feeling possessive of the wounded wolf. No doubt the situation was only going to devolve further and Tessa's injury had completely changed his mind about forcing their way to Dom. "Only if you pay the toll later." His deeper voice spoke in a scoff while his muscles tensed. "You will be princess carried if you fall off."

Luther's lumbering form crashed over the attacking vampires and fleeing patrons like an avalanche. Bones crushed and snapped under his limbs as he ran on all fours without a single care about those in his path. His sharp claws dug into the back of a female vampire attacking someone and threw her across the space just because she was in his way. Right after, he felt one of the claws tear into the leg of the victim he had just saved as he made his way past.

The exit was jammed up with those trying their best to leave and the sight caused him to unleash a feral howl. Luther began to claw his way through the clump of meat like a dog digging a hole in the backyard. Blood and viscera flew all over as he pushed his weight inch by inch towards the exit. Nothing was going to stop him from protecting Tessa. It was going to be a hell of a pain to clean all of this out of his fur.

At last, Luther burst past the blockage and out of the underground double checking that Tessa was still clinging to him. He sprinted away from the scene a short distance before kneeling down to let Tessa off safely. His chest heaved with both exertion and stress, his fur tinged reddish-pink with small bits of flesh clinging around his arms and legs. His face snapped towards the entrance to the underground, his posture rigid as he smelled and searched for escaping vampires.

"How are you doing?" His tone was nearly clinical with a hint of anxiety. Tessa was his number one priority right now. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He would have shifted back to call Sicily if he didn't think they'd be ambushed at any moment. His head briefly looked over his shoulder at Tessa to gauge her condition. Luther returned his gaze to the entrance to the underground and carefully dug his phone from the shreds of his pants. Thank god the pocket survived. "Call Sicily. Its on my favorites. Tell her to get her ass over here." He growled the words.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Volfango's Penthouse Time: Night

Interactions: N/A Mentions: N/A

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Volfango stood on looking over the edge of his extensive balcony of his penthouse apartment. He wore a muscle-tight cheetah-print with the top few buttons undone along with sleek, black pants that hugged his defined legs. Flashes of neon broke through the dark fog of night amidst the city. His city. The place where every supernatural being would be born and die. A gilded cage. Something he was more than familiar with. The rich, dark red wine that swirling in his hand did little to remove the bad taste in his mouth tonight.

His eyes were so narrowed on the ambiguous scenes unfolding below that they were nearly closed. It had only been a minute since he had received a call about the chaos unfolding at the underground concert. Volfango's lips curled into an vicious snarl that he would never dare to show in the public's eye. He had been hoping to place them under contract following their sudden reappearance. One more tool to add to his growing influence. It was unfortunate that not all deals were meant to go through. That, however, was not what put him in such a sour mood.

Someone with considerable power and resources was making move and it wasn't HIM. Rumors regarding the death of the Iron Fang's second-in-command had just started to filter into his network when this incident hit. The proximity of two such events left the young Fae lord empty just like his bed was every night.

Volfango finished the rest of his wine and headed back into the dimly-lit warmth of his home. He set the glass onto the well-stocked bar with soft illumination around the shelf behind it. Warm, dark wood made up the majority of the interior furniture and a wide assortment of living plants made the penthouse feel more like a cabin tucked away in some lost forest. Volfango was in the process of reaching out to pick up his phone that he had left on the countertop when it began to ring. His eyes immediately narrowed at the name that showed up.

The window looking out to his balcony shattered completely as a dark figure swung from above and crashed into it. Volfango's hand immediately reached for a silver butter knife that pierced the chest of the invader as they charged at him. Their speed and the look in their eyes told him they were a vampire right off the bat and the sloppy way they rushed him suggested nothing better than a thrall. His golden eyes grew in luminosity until they released a blinding flash like staring into the sun. His assailant reeled back for just a moment and gave Volfango time to rip out a shelf from the bar.

Three throwing knives of silver lodged themselves into the vampire's chest as they tackled him to the ground. Motes of light shimmered out as the illusion popped under the vampire's weight. They had but a moment to realize the deception before a baseball bat reinforced with silver plates smashed into the side of its head. The shock of his fierce resistance had worn off and the vampire avoided the second strike. They lunged forward and dug their nails into his chest lifting Volfango up and slamming him down on a glass coffee table. Shards of glass digging through the thin fabric of his top.

Volfango reached out and gripped a larger shard and returned the move by shoving the makeshfit blade into the Vampire's hungry eye. His own blood leaking from the small cuts was having distinct effect on the vampire despite his injuries. Volfango could hear the breathing grow heavier and more feral.

His hand found one of the thrown daggers sticking out of their chest and ripped it free as he saw the sharp fangs jut from its mouth. Volfango managed to just get his arm into position as the fangs plunged forward, piericng his arm while the silver knife stabbed into the upper lid of the vampires mouth. With a couple more strained thruts, the throwing knife was buried deeper and soon the vampire went limp on top of him.

Meanwhile, the phone had continued to ring with the same damned name on the screen. Volfango groaned as he shoved the vampire off to the side and reached from his phone that had landed on the floor next to him in the scuffle. He sighed in as much pain as annoyance as he answered.

"My, oh my, dear brother what HAS gotten you so winded? A smug, feminine voice laced with sickly sweetness entered his ear. "Another one of your pets get off its leash? The melodic chuckle rippled through the speaker, a hint of magic tugging him to stop to listen that he quickly dismissed.

"Hmm, Volfango was certain it was another one of your unsatisfied lovers desperate for something that didn't feel like a cold pillow." He snapped back and grinned at the huff sent in reply after a brief bit of stuttering. Volfango stumbled towards a nearby cabinet that held a first-aid kit, already feeling a little woozy from the bite.

"Very cute, little brother." She had finally responded to him, adopting a false sense of nobility now that her attempts to poke at him failed. "You are not as clever as you like to believe. I hope this little reminder is enough to convince you to stick with playing your toys instead of getting into the real game." Volfango gritted his teeth as he poured over one of the solutions he had prepared in case of a incident like this over the puncture wounds. The magic woven into the liquid burned worse than any antiseptic.

"Volfango shall take it into consideration. Volfango hopes you will be able to raise your head enough from licking father's boots to send him Volfango's regards.". A quiet grunt left his mouth as he tightened the bandaged around his arm and ended the call just as his older sister's hissing wail started to come through.

He decided to give the now perished vamp a once over. His lips curled into a sharp frown as he removed obscuring articles of clothing. It had been starved and the given a single droplet of Fae blood. "Hmm, early this year..." Volfango mused as he tried to find anything to identity the body. As usual, there was nothing to note who this person was.

Volfango picked up his phone once more after he was sure no other surprises would be crashing through his window. "Ari, Volfango is in need of your muscles to remove a nuisance from his lovely abode." He called the current servant attending him to get ride of the body. The cleaners would need to be called the next day.

His attention turned back to the mini-bar as he retrieved the wine bottle he had been drinking from. Perhaps he had been too hasty in putting it back. Yes. It would not hurt to finish the bottle before he went on a midnight stroll. It was all too convenient for this to happen tonight with the tradegy unfolding at the Vein Theory concert.

Roses and Daggers - Looking for new players!

@Lava Alckon

I am still forming the actual details of my character but so far its looking they will be the son of the Sultan and older brother of Tae's character. I think it would be great for the two to be childhood friends and partners in pursuing alchemy

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Oh I smiled so big when it was you in my notifications, my friend!!

And we love cold older brother who loves his little sister. I love the alchemy and concoctions idea. So @Lava Alckon’s character Farim would be your cousin and he secretly does alchemy magi. There’s opportunity for a bond there too.

@princess

The more I consider everything the more certain I want to play the brooding, somewhat stoic older brother with a small soft spot for his younger sister, partially because she's entertaining for him

Roses and Daggers - Looking for new players!

@AuthenticTomb OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH My guy I'm so glad to see you here

@Oso

Finally ready to hop in, lol! Hoping to make a fun character to add and getting myself a good general idea about how to play them.

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@Tae

I talked with princess some but I would love to create an older brother who is focused on alchemy and other concoctions. I would be love for him to be an secret enabler of hers that gives most peole the cold shoulder but gives her a slightly less frigid response.