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The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@Lady Selune will be posting soon as well. Tomorrow or over the weekend!

Looking for a Partner or Two [MxM || MxF || FxF]

@StripyWolf I am interested in playing the creature in the second choice! Although if you are only doing MxM atm I'm not sure if I'm up for that unless it's purely platonic

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I may be interested; did you have anything specific in mind that you wanted for the female character?

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch [REBOOT]

@Hostile gotcha, thanks! And it's all good, take your time. Hope you feel better soon!

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch [REBOOT]

@Hostile what happens now? Like in terms of writing posts, I control what goes on in fantasy, ou control what goes on in sci fi, yes?

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch [REBOOT]

The 16th day of the 10th moon in the year 2846 AS (After Seclusion)

It was to be quite possibly the most important occasion in all of Almerinte ever since the Seclusion of the Sisters. Itervians and Alumnallens had clashed with each other for centuries upon centuries, and there were innumerable legends and stories depicting the famed rivalry in between Ophelia, the stone-cold mistress of ice and snow, and Scarletta, the fiesty, willful trickster. But here they were, the night before an Alumnallen princess and her retinue of lords and ladies and knights and singers would grace the Itervian court for the first time since the dawn of the world. And as the Lady of the Keep, it was up to Princess Serenei Farwynd to ensure that everything was perfect.

"Your Grace!" a shout rang out from the far side of the kitchen. Serenei stood by the entrance, surveying the hustle and bustle. The Alumnallen delegation, led by Princess Phillipa Forrester and her husband-Prince Frederick Forrester-were due to arrive around noon the following day. A welcoming feast was being held in their honor, and preparations for the feast had started over a week ago.

Serenei turned. She had been admonishing a kitchen boy for fetching indigo blueberries instead of cobalt-blue ones. "The indigo berries have too much purple in them," she explained patiently. "The color would clash with the decorative icicles, and besides, they're much too sour. Go back and find the cobalt berries."

Reyanna, one of Serenei's many assistants, drew up alongside her, panting. "Your Grace," she repeated. Her chestnut-colored ringlets were slightly disheveled. "Reports from the Shimmering Sea have confirmed the Alumnallen's location. Their ships shall dock in the ports at the expected time," she informed Serenei.

Serenei nodded. "Good, good. Then we shall proceed as planned. Is there anything else, Lady Reyanna?" Reyanna Weystermont was a couple years older than Serenei, and had served under the former Lady of the Keep for two years. Serenei considered Reyanna's assistance invaluable. She was responsible for information-when somebody would arrive, how many people were traveling with them, how many horses they were bringing along, the number of trunks that they were bringing...down to what Princess Phillipa's gown was made out of (rare Meraliti silk) and how many rubies were inlaid in her tiara (nine).

"Oh, yes," Reyanna continued. "Princess Phillipa has half a dozen singers and twice as many musicians in her retinue. I had the scouts ask if they would be willing to play at the welcoming feast, and of course they accepted."

Serenei frowned slightly. "You will see that the Alumnallen singers and musicians at least discuss what they shall play with our own singers and musicians, yes?"

"Of course, Your Grace," answered Reyanna. "And finally, perhaps the most important bit-our navy is currently escorting the Alumnallen ships to the harbor. Captain Derrik has spoken with Princess Phillipa and Prince Frederick and ascertained that all is well. You mustn't worry about Captain Derrik, Your Grace. He is a good-natured, amicable man. He will not disgrace us."

Serenei sighed and laughed lightly. "I suppose you are right, Reyanna," she said. "I am simply a bit anxious, is all. If that is all, you may go. Oh, and for the twentieth time, I am Serenei to you, not 'Your Grace'," Serenei told Reyanna in a teasing voice.

"As you say, Your Grace," Reyanna replied cheekily. A mischievous grin came over her face before she darted away. Serenei giggled and rolled her eyes and returned to her task of overseeing the preparations.

Later that same night, Serenei ate supper with the rest of her family: the aging Queen Alaysha and King Lanner; Crown-Princess Marleyna and her husband, Crown-Prince Alran from Cyraine; the High Priest, who was also known as Bryce, Lord Lorgan and his wife, Lady Eyla Icewylle, and Serenei's husband, Prince Clarrik. Serenei had to remind herself that Marleyna would soon be queen-if a monarch lived until they were sixty, they customarily abdicated the throne and allowed their heir to ascend. Queen Alaysha was fifty-eight.

Marleyna and Alran's three boys were present, as well as Lorgan and Eyla's twins. Serenei kept a close eye on her own son, three-year-old Ryne. He was already taking after his uncle (the former Prince, and now Lord, Lorgan) in that he loved to explore new places and had no concern for danger whatsoever.

After the usual pleasantries were exchanged, the topic of conversation turned to the Alumnallens. "I do hope that Princess Phillipa and Prince Frederick are as rational as they say they are," King Lanner said.

"I am sure that they are, Lanner," responded Queen Alaysha. "Do not worry so much."

Marleyna smiled serenely. "Yes, listen to Mother," she said. "It is very unlike you to fret so much, Father. I am sure that they will be most willing to negotiate, and I am certain that they will be impressed by everything that Serenei has planned for them." Marleyna's normally cool and aloof demeanor was open and relaxed. She winked at Serenei.

"I pray that you have not planned anything that would offend the honorable goddess, younger sister," Byrce intoned. Serenei resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her older brother was so unbelievably gloomy all the time!

"Of course I have not!" Serenei exclaimed, a tad indignantly. Stay calm now, she chided herself. As calm as Marleyna is around the rest of the lords and ladies. As calm as the Wytesias on a clear day. Calm, calm, calm. "I would never do such a thing."

Lorgan came to Serenei's rescue. "We all know that Serenei knows what she's doing," he said. "Why, brother, I would like to see you plan the feast! You'd be serving these hot-headed Alumnallens ice water with a side of snow!"

Serenei hastily stifled a giggle. Clarrik chuckled softly under his breath. King Lanner raised an eyebrow, the side of Queen Alaysha's lip twitched, and even Marleyna cracked a smile. Of course it was Lorgan who lightened the mood. Serenei had a feeling that he would get along very well with the Alumnallens.

"Enough of the bickering, now," Queen Alaysha reminded her older son and her younger daughter. Serenei took a dainty sip of the delicate blueberry wine sitting in front of her. The servants brought in a soup made from mushrooms, leek, turnips, cod, and walnuts. Serenei picked up her berry fork and brought a blueberry to her lips, nibbling on it as she listened to the others speak. "How are Queen Gracelynn and King Arlen, Prince Alran?" asked Queen Alaysha.

Prince Alran had grass-green eyes and honey-colored hair. He stuck out like a sore thumb in Itervia. "They are doing well, thank you, and they send their regards," he replied politely. It was no secret that Marleyna did not love her Cyrainese husband, and that Arlan did not love his Itervian wife. But they were married to seal a trade deal in between the realms, and they had three children who were quickly growing up. Serenei felt sorry for Marleyna. Her older sister was forced to marry a man that she had never met. At least Serenei and Clarrik were friends! Serenei wouldn't have said that she and Clarrik loved each other as husband and wife, the way that Lorgan and Eyla did. No, she loved Clarrik as if he were her brother, and she knew that Clarrik loved her as if she were his sister. And they both adored little Ryne.

Dessert was chilled cream and frozen blackberries, and then one by one, Serenei's siblings began excusing themselves to retire for the night. Serenei excused herself as well, and dashed off to her quarters in a rather unladylike manner to go over a couple of details.

Clarrik knocked on the door of her study. He opened the door and stuck his head in. "May I come in?" he asked. Serenei nodded, her gaze fixed on the scrolls of parchment spread out on her desk.

Clarrik approached the fine mahogany desk. Serenei's study featured soft, pale blue rugs decorated with intricate designs sewn from silver thread. Two bookshelves lined the far wall, while a large window framed by ivory curtains took up the wall behind the desk. A bouquet of violets and blue roses sat on the windowsill. Clarrik stood behind Serenei and read over her shoulder.

"Mutton roasted with leeks and carrots, huh?" he asked, a wicked grin sliding over his face. "You know that's my favorite, Serenei. Are you sure that there will be enough for our esteemed guests?"

Serenei rolled her eyes and playfully nudged her husband. "On average, you manage to finish one and one-eighth plate loaded with that dish. Three-fifths of the plate consists of mutton, while three-tenths of the plate consists of carrots and one-tenth of the plate consists of leeks. By my calculations, there will be twenty and five-sevenths plates of that same dish available to those of us seated on the dais and just below it. So, Clarrik, yes, there will be enough for our esteemed guests," Serenei answered, grinning.

Clarrik laughed wholeheartedly. "I should know better than to question you by now, should I?" he said sheepishly.

"You should," Serenei told him in a mock-haughty manner before turning back to the list of courses. Along with the mutton, there would be roast swan stuffed with mushrooms and oysters (a Cyrainese delicacy), baked venison (a tribute to Alumnall), plenty of hot, mulled wine (for the Alumnallens unaccustomed to such cold weather) and plenty of fish (Illyri was, after all, situated on the coast of the Shimmering Sea). Cheeses, fruits, pastries, breads...Serenei had it all down to a science.

Finally, Serenei was absolutely certain that everything was ready. She hastily changed out of her gown of royal blue wool and into a night gown. Ryne had been asleep for some time by now, and Clarrik had just gone to bed as well. Serenei sat down in front of the mirror and combed her chocolate-brown hair. As she was putting the comb away, something shiny glinted in the dim candle light. How peculiar, she thought. Serenei moved to pick it up, but when she touched it, a sharp pain seared up her arm.

Serenei squeaked in alarm, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound so that she wouldn't wake her husband. Serenei frowned, inspecting her hand-there was no blood-and then shrugged, yawning. It had been a long day, and she had more pressing things to worry about right now. Whatever that thing was could wait until the Alumnallens were comfortably settled in. Serenei shut the drawer and pulled back the hangings of the bed, crawling under the soft blankets next to Clarrik and shutting her eyes. Soon, she was fast asleep.

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch [REBOOT]

Almerinte

Origin Story

Legend says that the world of Almerinte was created when Mother Nature wed Father Earth in the heavenly palace of Mother Moon and Father Sun. Father Earth laid down mud and mountain, and Mother Nature breathed life into the world.

Mother Moon and Father Sun gave birth to Brother Sky and Sister Star, and Mother Nature and Father Earth gave birth to Brother Desert and Sister Sea. Sister Sea wed Brother Sky in a magnificent ceremony where the sky and sea met, and rain fell for the first time.

Sister Star shone brightly every night in hopes of capturing the attention of Brother Desert, who she was madly in love with, but Brother Desert had no eyes for her. He was too focused on stealing the silver crown that allowed Mother Moon to shine so brightly. Sister Star took notice, believing that Brother Desert was too enraptured by the beauty of Mother Moon to even look her way. Heartbroken, Sister Star shattered herself into a billion pieces. The shards scattered across the night sky and shone as brightly as they had when Sister Star was whole.

Father Sun also took notice of Brother Desert's unusual interest in Mother Moon. He was prepared when Brother Desert attempted to take the crown for himself. Father Sun's fury took the form of scorching flames, driving Brother Desert back down to the lands of Father Earth and Mother Nature and creating an arid, lifeless region for Brother Desert to rule.

The years flew by, and Mothers and Fathers and Brothers and Sisters retreated to their own separate responsibilities, letting life flourish in the world. Father Sun's rays nourished the plant life lovingly created by Mother Nature, and rain fell to enrich the soil of Father Earth. Soon enough, Father Sun and Mother Moon would have four more children, all sisters. The oldest was dark-skinned and graceful, with hair like a black waterfall and eyes of gold. They said that she was made from mud and mountain and pure warmth itself. Next came a cold maiden carved of ice, with skin like snow and eyes like the frozen sea and a breath like the wind. Third was a gentle maiden with sunlight in her hair and life in her eyes. She was kind and carefree and the whole world cried with her when she was sad. Finally, the youngest was bold and fierce. She had hair like fire and ran as fast as the wind. These four sisters were given pieces of the world to rule over in peaceful harmony.

Legend has it that Brother Desert created humans in order to plague the fertile lands that he was banished from, but Mother Nature and Father Earth instead welcomed the humans as they explored the world of Almerinte and settled down in each realm. As time passed, the four sisters-the four queens-withdrew from human life, naming rulers in their stead. They retreated to locations only known to groups of devoted priests and priestesses that serve the sisters with their lives.

Thousands of years later, Almerinte is a prosperous land, filled with sun and snow and flowers and forests. Just beyond eastern border lies the Wastelands, the dreaded realm of Brother Desert. Many explorers have attempted to venture forth in search of a land beyond the Wastelands; none have returned.

Meraly

There once was a maiden, patient and wise
they said she could make time stop with her eyes
her hair was a waterfall, loose and free
and she stood tall and regal, like a tree.

Her skin was dark, but her eyes were bright
warmth flowed through her veins and she brought the light
she cared for life, and loved it so
but watched serenely when it had to go.

Meraly is an island separated from mainland Almerinte by the Shimmering Sea. Its people have skin the color of chocolate and thick hair the color of ink. Their eyes are a disconcerting golden color. The Meraliti are tall and slender and lithe. They worship the goddess Ver'lya, who is the oldest of the sisters.

Meraly's climate and terrain varies widely, but one thing is constant: the heat. There are a number of tropical rainforests and beaches, as well as deserts and grasslands. A mountain range cuts through the middle of the island, and the rain shadow effect has created a significant amount of desert on the leeward side of the mountain range. Meraliti deserts are nothing like the Wastelands; while there is no life whatsoever in the Wastelands, Meraliti deserts sport numerous varieties of cacti and low-lying shrubs and even the occasional copse of trees.

Ver'lya is believed to reside somewhere in the lush jungles of the formidable mountains that divide the island-which are known as the Sum'ell Mountains. A magnificent stone temple has been built in her honor at the foot of the Sum'ell Mountains, and it is from there that the high priests and priestesses convey any messages that Ver'lya passes to the people of Meraly, a task usually given to the oracles. Only the most devout have ever had the privilege of actually setting eyes on Ver'lya herself, but nobody would ever doubt her existence; Ver'lya is who makes the sun shine, the crops grow, and the rain fall. She is renowned for her wisdom and as dependable as the rocks of the very mountains that she has taken as her home.

The royal family of Meraly lives in a sandstone palace that overlooks the sea on the northernmost point of the isle. The palace features two towers with rounded roofs and intricate runes that decorate the stone pillars on the interior. The palace is located in the 'capital' of Meraly, known as Miravy.

The current rulers of Meraly are Queen Voryna and King Vollyros, of the ancient Liyyr clan. The Liyyrs have ruled Meraly ever since Ver'lya retreated into the Sum'ell Mountains.

Palace

Temple

Typical Meraliti cuisine consists of local vegetation, depending on the region (for example, some coastal diets contain many coconuts, while some more inland diets are made up of grapes or berries). Fish is also popular. In terms of music and couture, Meraliti music is very rhythmic and features lots of drumming, and the Meraliti are famous for their gowns and robes of fine silk, though most people don light cotton or linen tunics for everyday wear. Some regions are known for their incorporation of vibrant feathers or colorful seashells into their headdresses.

All Meralitians report feeling Ver'lya's presence in the back of their mind at some point or the other. This sensation is especially strong in the royal family and in the priests and priestesses.

Meraly's isolationism is considered a fundamental part of its foreign policy. Foreigners are only permitted in Vavvya, its sole port city. The Meraliti are a mellow people who take life slowly, one day at a time. As such, Meraliti technology is lagging behind that of the rest of Almerinte, and they have no military to speak of.

Ver'lya

Itervia

There once was a maiden, carved of ice
they said she haunted the snowy nights
her skin was white, her eyes were cold
bringing back the sorrows of the old.

Her song was the wind, her tears swirling snow
she danced through the mountains and valleys low
chasing everyone away as the moonlight shone
and deep in the woods, she slept alone.

In the far north of Almerinte lies Itervia. A realm of ice and snow, Itervia is nevertheless the second most populated realm, after Alumnall. Trade thrives in the southern portion of Itervia, which borders the Shimmering Sea, and the Itervian capital city of Illyri sits on the coast of the sea. The palace of the Itervian royal family is made of pure ice, held together by Ophelia's unbending will. The lands just north of the capital city consist of forests and barren plains and the occasional town or city, and fishing villages dot the coast.

Ophelia is the second-oldest sister, and such she is the goddess that the Itervians worship. She is believed to reside in the northernmost point of all of Almerinte, in a tundra shielded from the rest of the world by the icy Wytesia Mountains. Anyone who wishes to lay eyes on her for themselves must prove their worth by scaling the steep slopes. Whereas Ver'lya is kind and forgiving, Ophelia is harsh and at times, cruel. For the most part, she leaves the inhabitants of Itervia alone, but if she is displeased...well, let's just say that one does not want to displease Ophelia. When one of the kings grew too greedy and began mining for precious metals in the Wytesia Mountains that bordered Ophelia's tundra, Ophelia created fearsome blizzards and storms that ravaged Itervia's northern landscape. Fortunately, Illyri and its glittering palace was spared.

Ophelia's priests and priestesses are as severe and unfeeling as she is, yet they command great respect. Each and every one of them has successfully made their way through the treacherous mountain passes of the Wytesias and offered their mind and body to Ophelia, who honors their devotion by communicating directly to them through visions and dreams so that they may spread her messages to the entire populace. She also grants her priests and priestesses some of her own power over ice and snow. The rulers of Itervia would do well to heed the advice of the priests and priestesses, or they would risk angering the goddess. Ophelia is by no means quick-tempered, but she does not take insults lightly.

Itervians have skin as pale as porcelain and dark, ocean-blue eyes. Their hair is a wide variety of browns. Itervians tend to be fairly average in terms of height and weight. They are known for their prowess with ship-building and their furs. Itervians eat fish and caribou and wild berries and any vegetables that they can manage to grow in the poor, rocky soil. Their clothing consists of heavy gowns of wool and fur and velvet doublets laden with jewels mined from the southern Wytesias. Long, braided hair styles are popular.

Similar to Meraly, the temple dedicated to Ophelia lies at the foot of the Wytesia Mountains. It is made of marble.

Palace

Temple Interior

Ophelia

It should be noted that when Ophelia is displeased with a ruler, she will tell her priests and priestesses, who then must decide on a new ruler. Ophelia originally appointed the noble house of Morrigan as the rulers of the realm, but there have been a dozen or so "dynasties" since then. The current rulers are Queen Alaysha and King Lanner Farwynd. Traditionally, Itervian monarchs have pursued an expansionist foreign policy, frequently clashing with its southern neighbor of Alumnall. Itervians come off as cool and aloof and slightly condescending to outsiders, and they uphold rigid standards of propriety. Itervian domestic politics is just as icy as the landscape of the realm, with subtle threats hidden behind frigid nonchalance and brittle smiles. Nobles curry favor with the priests and priestesses, who are actually more powerful than the royal family, since they have the capability of removing a king or queen if Ophelia deems it fit.

Cyraine

There once was a maiden, young and fair
they said she had the sun in her hair
her eyes were green, like cheerful new life
full of joy, free of turmoil and strife.

She wore flowers in her hair and grass grew where she stepped
she made things come alive, even when she wept
for her tears were rain, and her smiles were light
that was all she needed, to stop an eternal night.

Cyraine lies in the far south of mainland Almerinte. From its southern coast, it is merely a day or two of sailing across the Shimmering Sea before one reaches Meraly. Cyraine is mostly composed of fields of wildflowers and wide, expansive grasslands, though it has several forests and foothills to boast of as well. Quaint villages and the occasional small city dot the coast, which is the most populated area. Further inland, cobblestone streets give way to farmland. Indeed, Cyraine is a primarily agricultural realm. While the Cyrainese cannot compete with Meraliti spices or Itervian furs, their crops and flowers are indisputably the most renowned in all of Almerinte.

And for a good reason, too. Their goddess-Lativia-is carefree and kind-hearted, with a love for creating life. She is responsible for ensuring that crops grown and flowers bloom, and she does her job extremely well.

To outsiders, Cyraine is an idyllic paradise, but behind stone walls covered in ivy or slender willow trees and delicate morning glories, Cyraine is a land of cutthroat politics and sinister scheming. Lativia's gentle, trusting nature has led to various noble houses taking advantage of her generosity. They shower the priests and priestesses with lavish gifts in hopes of winning them over, but one must be careful not to go too far.

In one instance five hundred years ago, Lativia discovered that corrupt priests and priestesses were being bought off by wealthy aristocrats in order to lie to the populace. Devastated, Lativia retreated within herself in the meadow separated from the rest of Cyraine by the dense Cyrainese Forest that she had taken up residence in, neglecting the crops and flowers and insects that were so vital to Cyraine. Her despair caused plants to shrivel up and never-ending rainstorms, and Cyraine was blanketed in a cold, grey haze.

Even the greediest of the nobility recognized that something had to be done. First, they sacrificed animals in Lativia's honor, and then they moved on to precious jewels and silks. In desperation, some of them even sacrificed their children.

Horrified by the bloody displays, Latvia emerged from her meadow for the first time in centuries and pleaded with her priests and priestesses to stop the carnage. They, in turn, beseeched the goddess to return things to normal, and begged her forgiveness for their treachery. Latvia, moved by their emotion, agreed.

One would have to be a fool to believe that the corruption stopped there. The nobility forgot their history and turned to their corrupt ways once again, and the common people lament that it will not be much longer until Lativia discovers their shadowy dealings and plunges Cyraine into cold, rainy darkness.

The Cyrainese generally have peachy complexions and blonde hair and green eyes in a wide range of shades. Some Cyrainese have hair so pale that it is almost white, while others have hair like spun gold or hair so dark that it is practically brown. This is also the case with their eyes, which can be deep emerald and bright spring green and everything in between.

The Cyrainese capital is located on the banks of the Celine River. The Celine Rivers (known as the Upper Celine and Lower Celine) meander through all of Cyraine and branches off into multiple streams and tributaries before feeding into the Shimmering Sea. Kirralla, Cyraine's capital city, was built where the Celine Rivers intersect.

Palace

Cyrainese Buildings

Lativia

Cyraine is currently ruled by Queen Gracelynn and King Aren Allyrion. Cuisine in Cyraine features many fruits and vegetables that grow in temperate climates. Breads and cheeses are also popular. The rich wear colorful, hand-sewn gowns decorated with delicate lace and expensive jewels, while the common people favor loose, flowing clothing in more muted hues. One unique feature of Cyrainese fashion is their penchant for hats, hand fans, and parasols. The Cyrainese countryside is scattered with grey stone towers which serve as the "temples" built in honor of Lativia.

Tower-Temple

Alumnall

There once was a maiden, fierce and bold
they said she painted the trees red and gold
she was as swift as a fox and as silent as an owl
the rapid rushing wind was her defiant howl.

She had hair made of fire and eyes made of mirth
she drew mischief from the squirrel and adventure from the earth
but beware the scarlet maiden, is what they say
for her carefree laughter means the cold’s not far away.

The realm of the youngest of the sisters, Alumnall lies in between Itervia and Cyraine and is composed of forested mountains and gently rolling hills. Alumnall is famous for its trees, which have leaves of vibrant red and gold as opposed to deep green. The majority of Alumnall's cities lie in the western portion of the realm, where there are not as many mountains. Alumnall's western coast has numerous port cities that bring in trade goods from all of Almerinte.

Alumnall's goddess, Scarletta, is very energetic-they say that Alumnall's blustery winds are created as she travels. Quick-tempered and capricious, Scarletta's moods change as rapidly as she moves.

Alumnall is the most populous of all four realms. Its one major 'industry' is trading; merchants from all over Almerinte convene in Alumnall's bustling cities to hawk their wares. From glassblowers to potters to seamstresses to writers, Alumnall is the realm of the craftsmen and artisans and musicians, the realm of creativity (legend has it that, thousands of years ago, Scarletta had a human lover who was a painter. He fostered her love for the arts and convinced her to paint the trees red and gold).

Mischievous and sly, Scarletta is an active player in Alumnallen politics, unlike her three older sisters. She frequently changes her appearance and poses as a regular human, going about court and playing games with the courtiers. Scarletta does not have the patience for long-term politics, though. She usually comes and plays a couple of tricks before disappearing into the night, gone as fast as she appeared.

Scarletta's priests and priestesses are just as devout as any of their Meraliti, Itervian, or Cyrainese counterparts. They recognize that it is in Scarletta's nature to be fickle, but that quality is what makes Scarletta so respected in the eyes of the populace. For many, the knowledge that their goddess mingles with them on a day-to-day basis shows that she does not consider herself superior to her people in any way.

The Alumnallen capital city of Corvell is located in a valley. There are no temples dedicated to Scarletta; instead, individual households create small stone altars and burn incense for the goddess. It is believed that Scarletta makes her home high up in the trees, nestled in the branches and leaves. Alumnall's forests and streams run abound with wildlife, from deer to birds to fish. Staples of Alumnallen cuisine include nuts, berries, and roots, and cold-water fish and waterfowl. Some Alumnallen dishes feature venison and elk as well, since Alumnall is home to the best hunters in Almerinte.

Corvell

Palace

The current rulers of Alumnall are Queen Letitia and King Philander Forrester. Scarletta selects new ruling families as she sees fit with a mixture of direct communication with her priests and priestesses and her own maneuvering in court. Scarletta maintains a 'presence' in the back of her people's minds if she so chooses, though she does it on a whim and never really stays consistent like Ver'lya does with the people of Meraly.

Alumnallen fashion is very practical, with many earthy colors. Alumnallens have red hair that is usually a more fiery hue, although darker, more auburn-leaning shades and lighter, more strawberry-blonde shades are not unheard of. They tend to have lightly tanned complexions and warm brown eyes. Scarletta herself has curly flame-red hair, a small stature, and a smattering of freckles across her face.

Scarletta

(best picture I could find)

Almunallens and Itervians have had tense relationships for as long as anybody can remember, partially due to the natures of Scarletta and Ophelia. Both are unyielding and stubborn, and where Scarletta is blunt and expressive, Ophelia values the art of invisible strength and rarely allows her emotions to show through (save for instances where she is really, really angry). In turn, Alumnallens and Itervians have grown to resent each other for the very traits that the others are proud of, despite the many peace-keeping efforts headed by Cyrainese dignitaries (and the even rarer efforts made by Meraliti nobles).

Summary

*Four realms: Meraly, Itervia, Cyraine, Alumnall
*Four realms used to be ruled by the four goddesses (who were the daughters of Mother Moon and Father Sun); they relinquished direct control to hand-picked rulers once the human population was significant

*Ver'lya (Meraly) chooses to 'connect' herself with her people, though she remains physically separated from the affairs of the realm and does not meddle with Meraliti politics. The people pray to her for advice and wisdom and trust that she will maintain the environmental conditions of the island-realm.
*Ophelia (Itervia) only communicates with her priests and priestesses. She is normally isolated from Itervian politics, though if she finds something that angers her greatly, she will create devastating snow storms that can destroy entire cities. Itervians pray to Ophelia mostly to keep her happy and to prevent her from leveling their homes and such.
*Lativia (Cyraine) communicates frequently with her priests and priestesses in person, though the average person will not see her face. Like Ver'lya, she maintains favorable environmental conditions, though she is a very emotional and flighty goddess. The Cyrainese pray to her for good harvests and warm weather. Lativia does not get involved with Cyrainese politics.
*Scarletta (Alumnall) communicates directly with her priests and priestesses and assumes the form of a normal human being in order to communicate directly with the populace (who do not know that it is her). She sometimes chooses to 'connect' herself with certain individuals. The Alumnallens do not pray to Scarletta in the traditional sense of the word, but they honor her and sometimes may ask her for favors. Scarletta frequently appears in court as a human to meddle with Alumnallen politics.

*Nobody knows what is beyond the Wastelands (ruled by Brother Desert), and nobody who has tried to find out has ever returned
*The relationship in between Itervia and Alumnall has always been rocky. Cyraine and Meraly have always remained neutral; Cyraine because its nobles are more interested in trade, and Meraly because the Meraliti have always pursued a policy of strict isolationism.

Serenei Farwynd

​Name: Serenei Farwynd

Titles: Princess of Itervia, Lady of the Keep

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Occupation: Younger siblings of the rulers of Itervia customarily are appointed to positions within the king and queen's advisory council, whether they are well-suited for the job or not. The council is made up of half a dozen or so lords and ladies (titles bestowed upon them no matter their true standing) as well as the younger brothers and sisters of the king and queen. Serenei is currently the the Lady of the Keep, which is the person who is responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of the royal palace. He or she is also responsible for planning any balls, banquets, weddings, or other events that will be paid for with money in the royal treasury.

Affiliation: Itervia

Appearance:

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Serenei is tall (for Itervian standards) and graceful, with an attractive, womanly figure. Like all Itervians, she has a porcelain-pale complexion. Her rich brown hair ends just under her shoulder blades. It is thick and wavy. Serenei has wide sapphire-blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a heart-shaped face. She is on the slender side due to her height. Her nose is rather small and her hands and feet are also small, in comparison with the rest of her body. Serenei's lips are a pale, dusty pink color.

Serenei absolutely adores dresses, frocks, and gowns of all shapes and sizes. She is usually seen in a fairly frilly dress with jewels at her throat and braided in her hair.

Personality: Serenei is gentle and soft-hearted and carefree, traits that are normally associated with the Cyrainese goddess instead of an Itervian princess. Serenei is open and expressive, her emotions changing as quickly as the weather when Ophelia is in a particularly fickle mood. She smiles very often and is always giggling about something or the other. Serenei is enthralled by stories of romance and chivalry and loves dancing and embroidery (she enjoys singing as well, but she is not very good at it). She cannot stand the sight of blood. Serenei is easily frightened, though she can be surprisingly oblivious to danger at times. Serenei does not get angry very often; she is more likely to become depressed and despondent than she is to become furious or enraged. Serenei tends to be flighty, excitable, and easily distracted. She is impulsive and does not really think through her actions beforehand (the exception to this is when she is planning some banquet or the other-Serenei is extremely meticulous when it comes to planning events). Hopeful and optimistic, Serenei treats everyone she meets with kindness and friendship.

History: The fourth child of Queen Alaysha and King Lanner Farwynd, Serenei was destined to marry a powerful Itervian lord from birth. Her older sister, Crown-Princess Marleyna Farwynd, was the heir to the Itervian throne, as Almerintian custom dictated that the oldest child (regardless of gender) ascended the throne, but Serenei was never jealous of her for that. Being queen seemed like too much work. And the noble lords who swarmed around her sister like flies hoping to wed her and become king seemed like such a nuisance. For Serenei, her betrothal with the future Lord Clarrik Harner was set when she was two and he was three. Although Clarrik lived at his mother and father's seat in the Valley of Ice in the Outer Wytesias, he frequently traveled to court in Illyri. Serenei and Clarrik became close friends, though they never loved each other in a romantic way. But Serenei was happy-marrying Clarrik was not the worst thing in the world that could happen.

Queen Alaysha and King Lanner's second and third children were sons, named Bryce and Lorgan. Byrce decided that he wanted to become a priest and subsequently scaled the Inner Wytesias and crossed the Great Tundra after years of preparation. Bryce, who is eight years older than Serenei, will become the High Priest once the current High Priestess (one of Serenei's aunts on her father's side) passes away. Serenei thought that Bryce had changed for the worse when he returned to Illyri after a ten-year absence, but she knew better than to voice her thoughts out loud. Bryce was proud and stand-offish before he became a priest, and Serenei could not help but think that his journey had only brought out the worst in Bryce. She was disturbed by how he seemed to be completely, utterly devoted to Ophelia, and she was frightened by his new abilities to control wind and snow, which were given to him by the goddess.

Marleyna, who is ten years older than Serenei, married a Lativian prince in an effort to secure a trade agreement shortly after Lorgan wed the daughter of Lord and Lady Icewylle, the lord and lady of the Western Icelands. Almerintian family lines are traditionally matrilineal, although men and women are generally viewed as equals. So, when Lorgan wed the future Lady Icewylle, he moved to her parents' seat in the Western Icelands. Serenei was sad to see Lorgan go, though she was comforted by the fact that the Icewylles made frequent trips to Illyri since he would be the Lord of Swords when the Lady of Swords (Queen Alaysha Farwynd's younger sister) died or retired. Serenei finds Lorgan much more agreeable than Bryce.

Serenei's childhood was rather unremarkable for that of an Itervian princess. She spent her days with her governesses and tutors and one of the younger priestesses, who was named Ravella. Ravella was strict and proper and pious, and Serenei was terrified of the severe, dour priestess. Ravella taught Serenei to fear and revere their goddess, yet Serenei felt some sort of connection with Ophelia nonetheless. According to her parents, this was normal within the royal family, as they had replaced ineffective rulers that Ophelia had unseated from the throne with the help of her priests and priestesses.

Unlike Marleyna, who was taught history and politics and swordsmanship, Serenei was taught how to manage a castle and how to paint and embroider. Her instructors found that she was very good at arithmetic and had a natural ability regarding decorations and music and the like. They recommended that she become the next Lady of the Keep. Serenei was pleased with that. She knew that she would enjoy the job very much.

Serenei and Marleyna always had a close relationship, despite their differences in both personality and age. Sometimes, Marleyna's face was so still that it seemed to be carved of stone, while Serenei was constantly smiling or laughing or crying or frowning. Marleyna was the perfect future queen-she was as cool as a glacier no matter how stressful the situation. Serenei, on the other hand, was quick to tears and quick to laughter. But Marleyna always looked out for her flighty younger sister, and Serenei in turn helped to plan Marleyna's magnificent wedding ceremony, down to the color of the frozen blueberries served with cream as dessert.

Serenei was also very close with Lorgan. He was sly and mischievous, and only two years older than Serenei. She spent a great deal of time with Lorgan exploring the nooks and crannies of the crystalline palace and sneaking treats from the kitchen. The same could not be said of Bryce, who was bookish and reserved. Still, Serenei loved him just as much as she loved Marleyna or Lorgan; he was her brother, after all.

Clarrik's temperament was a happy medium in between that of Lorgan and that of Bryce. As steadfast as the mountains that he called home, Clarrik would be the one pulling Lorgan and Serenei out of trouble whenever their latest scheme went awry. Whether it was fetching a ladder because Lorgan had gotten himself stuck on top of a tower or procuring a bucket of water and soap because Serenei had ruined her new gown, Clarrik was always watching out for the pair, and Serenei loved him for that.

Clarrik and Serenei's wedding day was determined when they were betrothed. This task was given to a priest who specialized in finding the most auspicious dates for certain events, as ordained to him by Ophelia. They were married when Serenei was sixteen and Clarrik was seventeen. They currently have one child-a three-year-old boy named Ryne.

More recently, Serenei has been keeping herself busy planning for the Alumnallens that would be arriving in Illyri in a week's time. Marleyna had been entertaining the notion of peace with the other realm, rather than continuing their tense relationship. She managed to convince Queen Alaysha and King Lanner that it would be in Itervia's best interests to end their animosity toward Alumnall, and that this was the perfect opportunity. Indeed, King Philander Forrester was an aging, level-headed man. He was not, like many of his predecessors, a fierce warrior who was quick to anger and quick to defend his honor (these traits are highly valued in Alumnall, though they are scorned upon in Itervia). However, his wife Queen Letitia was another matter entirely. Spry and sharp-tongued, with hair as bright as fire, she was the epitome of an Alumnallen. Their son Ebenezer was much the same, but their daughter Phillipa took after her father. And it was Phillipa who would be heading the delegation sent to make peace with Itervia.

Serenei was not overly concerned with the political implications of the visit. Instead, she worried incessantly about the menu and decorations and music-oh dear, what about the music? (Itervian music was soft and subdued; delicate and ethereal, like the sound of falling snow. In contrast, Alumnallen music was fast-paced and energetic, full of strong staccato accents and surging rhythms). So, it should not be overly surprising that Serenei was most definitely not expecting to find herself stuck in somebody else's body.

Weapons and Equipment: Serenei does not carry any weapons with her, unless the stray embroidery needle can be counted as a weapon. Instead, the one thing she always has on her person is a silver necklace with a teardrop-shaped sapphire pendant (it was a gift from Clarrik; the sapphire was mined from a mining site near the Harner's castle in the Outer Wystesias). She also has the aforementioned sewing and embroidery needles, a spool of thread, and a small bundle of parchment to take notes on if she remembers to bring it with her.

Skills and Abilities: When it comes to event planning, there is nobody better than Serenei in all of Itervia. Serenei has a keen eye for details and specifics. If something is out of place, Serenei can spot it from a mile away. She can tell if a dish needs more salt or less sugar with a single taste. Serenei is also capable of adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing long strings of numbers quickly in her head. She has a knack for stretching the budget to meet all the needs.

Serenei is skilled at embroidery, ballroom dancing, and painting. She is not horrible at singing.

Magical Spells:​ N/A

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch [REBOOT]

@Hostile oo thank you for some reason I didn't get a ping until now :D

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

"A healer? Ah, that is truly an excellent ability," he said. "I am sure you will be most welcome should anyone be injured." Izkry said. "You lived in America? For how long? That explains your accent. Your English is excellent -- better than mine, I think," he continued with a wide smile.

Ying-mei blushed slightly at the compliment. Izkry was much more approachable than his sister, that much was for sure. "I have been living in America for approximately ten years now," Ying-mei answered softly. "My father sent me there to study, and I was working as a nurse in a hospital while keeping my younger brother company in America before we came to England and the British authorities discovered what I could do."

Jason Graves/Tombe then introduced himself. Rather than demonstrate what his ability actually was, he simply gave them an extremely vague description and left it at that. Ying-mei was bewildered-was this some English expression that she was not familiar with?-but Ying-mei did not get a chance to ask any questions, as the blonde, bespectacled man (whose name was Henry) spoke up at that moment. It was his turn to show everybody else what he could do, and Ying-mei watched in astonishment as his features morphed into an exact replica of Maria/Marie's.

Goodness gracious. With an ability like his, who knows what Mr. Ashwell could do? He could pretend to be anybody in the world and the Nazis would be none the wiser.

Ying-mei was so impressed by Henry/Tommy's demonstration that she almost did not notice one of Oscar/Tony's bottles of water bursting. Ying-mei started in alarm, her gaze drifting over to Belasý, who had scrambled out of the truck as quickly as she could. Her brother said that her ability was controlling water, no? I wonder why she did that. In any case, there was little time to ponder Belasý's motives as the group began to disembark from the truck and listen to the instructions that were being given. The noise, the smell, the atmosphere in general-it was all overwhelming. Ying-mei took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of kerosene and...rubber? as she took everything in.

She followed the rest of the group into the plane. Maria began to speak, telling them where their gear was and warning them about breathing difficulties and the cold. Ying-mei shifted nervously. She had been given basic instructions on how to use the parachutes in preparation for the paradrop, but that didn't mean that she was comfortable jumping out of a plane, for Pete's sake! Jump when they tell you to, jump when they tell you to, Ying-mei repeated to herself. Maria had stressed the importance of jumping immediately, and the last thing that Ying-mei wanted was to lose sight of the group and find that she had no idea where the hell she was.

Ying-mei grabbed bags at random until she finally found hers. She was not carrying much other than the standard field agent gear that had been assigned to her earlier and a first-aid kit. Ying-mei checked to make sure that everything was there, and the sight of the first-aid equipment gave her some comfort. Ying-mei knew how to disinfect wounds and bandage cuts. She could do that. Jumping out of a plane, though? Not so much. But there was no time for her uncertainty. She'd have to jump or risk being stranded in the middle of France.

Ying-mei watched everybody else find their gear and get settled. Oscar seemed extremely nervous, babbling about viking and messing with his hair. He is as skittish as a spooked horse, observed Ying-mei wryly. Jason attempted to cheer him up, mentioning some place called...Valhalla? Ying-mei had no idea what it meant. It was probably another one of those English expressions that she had yet to pick up on. Ying-mei glanced in the other direction, her eyes landing on Jean. He appeared to be slightly anxious, and a bit pensive. Ying-mei furrowed her brow and looked down, trying to figure out why. It probably wasn't because of the impending jump, as contradictory as that seemed. One would have thought that everyone was frightened by the sheer prospect of jumping out of a plane, but the confidence that Jean had exuded earlier, when they were sitting on the truck led Ying-mei to think otherwise. She guessed that he was familiar with everything already, that he knew what he was doing. That was good, at least. It was nice knowing that somebody other than Maria would be able to help if anybody had difficulties.

Perhaps he thinks that we are not prepared for this, thought Ying-mei. She did not blame him. Ying-mei knew that she didn't feel prepared at all! But what she felt did not matter right now. She would just have to trust that Maria knew exactly what was going on and exactly what would happen.

Ying-mei's thoughts wandered to home. She hadn't seen her parents for a couple of years, now. Last she heard from them, they had relocated to southern China in order to escape that Japanese soldiers as they advanced across the country. Ying-mei fervently hoped that they were safe and sound. Will fighting the Nazis hurt the Japanese? Ying-mei wondered. The Germans and Japanese had formed an alliance, yes, but did one country's actions affect the others?

Ying-mei's musings were interrupted by the sound of Izkry's ever-cheerful voice as he conversed with Oscar and Jason. She was startled when he mentioned being shot down-up until this point, Ying-mei hadn't even considered that possibility-but she laughed quietly as he continued talking, listening to him playfully tease his sister.

Ying-mei decided that it would not hurt if she divulged more information about herself. "I am from Shanghai. My father works for the government, and I have a younger sister and a younger brother," she began hesitantly. "Like I said before, my father sent me to America to study. That was when I was seventeen. I went to nursing school and graduated a couple years later, and I was working as a nurse before visiting my uncle in England." Ying-mei left out the part about thieves shooting her brother in the chest and paused for a moment in order to collect her thoughts.

"In the future...I..." Ying-mei trailed off, uncertain. What is my future? she thought helplessly. What is my future, assuming that I survive this?

"Well, before everything happened, my future was to marry a man from a good family and raise our children," Ying-mei said quietly. "I never really liked to think about it, because my father would decide who I married and when I married. He was, after all, the one providing the dowry. How ungrateful would it be of me if I had insisted that I should have a greater say?" Ying-mei's tone was neither angry nor sad, in fact, it was rather matter-of-fact. "Now, though, I am not so sure. If we get out of France alive, if the war ends and I am still here...I do not know. I would like to continue working as a nurse, but I am not certain that my father would permit it." Ying-mei shrugged nonchalantly and left it at that, ducking her head slightly. Maybe I should not have included the part about marriage. Neither Maria nor Belasy seem like the type who would allow themselves to be forced into marrying someone. But what am I to do? They do not know what Shanghai is like, what Chinese politics involve. What do Westerners know of our ways, of our duties and responsibilities? Their world is vastly different from ours.

Ying-mei shook her head to herself. There was no use dwelling on any of that right now. Besides, she had more pressing worries-such as the fact that they were about to jump off of a plane!