Blue Demon

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

<Snipped quote by Blue Demon> Loyalty comes in many forms. And yes that's what I mean! Basically, it goes king -> duke -> count -> baron. But I can be lenient with this as it'd complicate stuff unneccesarily.

@Partisan

Yup, I got those two mixed up. *Le sigh* I'll go change that again. :(

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

<Snipped quote by Blue Demon> Looks very good so far, except the title 'duke' is reserved for the rulers of the demesne (i.e Rikard was a duke, your character could be a count or baron.) Either that, or the kingdom of Borhilon would be an empire, Rikard would've been king of the north and your character would've been Duke of his geographical area. Not sure if you got what I meant because I'm rambling, but either way it's not a big mistake or anything. I'll leave you to deal with it as you best see fit. That aside that character actually seems really interesting and it has me curious as to how the serving girl fits in now.. I anticipated an uncle that'd try and get the throne for himself, and her as his 'spy' if you will but this changes things. Delicious surprises.. :P I love them.

@Partisan

Well, I think I've got what you mean. Because King Etwine is King over all of Borhilon. And the Dukes lord over each of their four demesnes. And the fifth area is where the king is. Got it. Got it. And I don't think it's much of a surprise really... You kind of hit the nail on the head.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

Baron Weade

Count Favrin Weade Duty, Honor, Country

Full name: Lord Uncle Count Favrin Halldon Weade Titles: Count. Also called Lord Uncle in some cases for he is Uncle to the Lord Regent. Social rank: Royalty. Uncle to the Regent. Societal position: Count Favrin rules over a small town, Roansville, about a ride's distance away from the Keep. Age: 47 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Baron Favrin is a stern man to all who know him. He rarely speaks unless he had something to say. He thinks before he speaks or acts. He is very loyal to Whitelands and would do anything for the demesne. After the death of his brother Rikard, Favrin has because even more reticent and some whisper that he'll eventually turn into a recluse. For all his fallibles, Favrin likes to enjoy life. Usually with his wife behind closed doors or riding across the country side on his horse. History: Favrin was born two years after Rikard. The two were close brothers. Favrin always did whatever his elder brother did. They resented each other, but the two stayed close friends. For while Rikard would be Duke, Favrin would be free to pursue what truly made him happy. When the two boys were teens they pursued the same noble woman, Catryn, niece to the former Queen of Borhilon, one of the most beautiful women in the demesne. But Catryn choose Rikard over Favrin. The two had a large falling out over the event. It wasn't until Favrin was in his early twenties that he sought to repair their relationship at the urging of their ailing father. Shortly after their father died the two became friends again. Favrin set up his mother on his lands at Roansville. The town was noted for the beautiful roan trees and the crafts men were hailed across Borhilon. When Favrin was entering his Thirties, much to the joy of his mother, he finally married Baroness, now Countess, Vivian Athos. Vivian is a distant relation to the Athos' in the Falkhalls. They meet when Favrin was travelling the lands of the Kingdom. Vivian and Favrin had two sons. Both are in their early twenties now. One, Corbin, is with the Heir serving under the King. The other, Davin, is currently visiting with his mother her family in the Falkhalls. Skills: Favrin is a skilled woodsman, hunter, politician, and warrior. Dreams and fears: Favin has many dreams. Most of all he dreams of travelling Borhilon again before he grows too old. He dreams of grandchildren. He wants a stable land where his children can grow up safe and secure. He fears that the civil unrest will cause hardship to fall upon his family, both immediate and on his nephews. He also fears his aging mother will soon die. He fears his eldest son will die in battle so far from home. Favored equipment: Weapons are: a long bow, and a bastard sword, and more often a pen and a carefully placed word. Extra: See The Weade's Coat of Arms.

Gabbi Ann

Gabbi Ann There are no shortcuts to any place worth going. Credit goes to Danaiktti

Full name: Gabbi Ann (No last name. See History for explination) Titles: "Hey you" "Girl" Social rank: Peasant Job: Servant/ Cleaning Girl, Spy for Duke Favrin Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: Gabbi is of average height. She has long dirty blond hair and light brown eyes. Personality: Gabbi is a very simple girl. She was raised in Baron's Favrin's home as a serving girl. When she was still young he recommended her to the Keep. She's a studious worker and tries very hard to please her masters. Most of the time she keeps her head down and says nothing. A very good skill as no one tends to notice her. History: Gabbi was found abandoned by one of the servants at Roansville. They were going to pass her off to the church but instead she was taken in by the cook, Lucinda, who had just miscarried. She raised the girl like her own. Gabbi however was never allowed to take Lucinda's name. She had to live with the stigma of being unwanted. This contributed to her inability to deal with people. When she was barely a young girl the Baroness noticed her. Gabbi had been cleaning when the Baron and Baroness had made everyone leave the room, and Gabbi had failed to escape in time. Gabbi ended up hiding, so she wouldn't get spotted and beaten. Taking pity on the girl, the Baroness said nothing, but kept an eye on her. Eventually she brought Gabbi to her Husband's attention. The two agreed that she was quite unnoticeable. After that the Baroness devised a series of tests for the girl to test her intelligence, or at least her capacity for remembrance. Gabbi passed with flying colors. The Baron decided to plant her in his brother's household to keep and eye on things. There she has been ever since, working as a cleaning girl. Once a month she passes along what she learned to the Baron. Otherwise she just keeps to herself. Skills: Gabbi is very good at cleaning. She is also good at not being noticed and listening in to "hushed" conversations. She isn't very good at speaking and interacting with people. Dreams and fears: Gabbi dreams of one day being the Lady's Maid in Waiting. Gabbi fears that people will talk to her and she must talk back. Taking orders are one thing, it's quite another to make small talk. She's okay with Favrin because she just has to repeat back what she's heard, not really think for herself. Favored equipment: Bucket of water and a rag. Extra: None

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

I guess I'll ask first. :) Can I play Rickard's brother? The uncle of Joakim. And also another character? A servant girl? They're a duo.

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

I'm not sure if I want another character as of yet. Once I finalize all the other RPs I'm in, that's when I'll know.

Reign of Weade's [realistic medieval RP]

I'm interested.

Seeking Friendly Partner to RP With

Snickerdoodles? *Passes out brib...Cookies*

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

That's... I have no words.

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

Is. . . Is Diana a disciple of the Cobra Kai?

@BlackSam3091

Maybe... Just Maybe.

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

The Arena was filled with all her sisters. Diana raised her unclad arm in greeting. A welcoming roar followed from the masses. A broad smile plastered on her face, Diana was Queen of the world. This was the day she had been waiting for since she first picked up a sword. Across the stone fighting ground was her mother, in similar grab to her daughter. Only royalty of the Amazons could wear the crest of the eagle across their breast. Her mother's black hair was bound sharply up and enclosed in golden bands. In contrast Diana's hair was loose and hung around her shoulders. Aella stood on the middle of the Arena. Today the older warrior would be arbitrator. Her customary double-headed axe was strapped to her back. Her blonde hair was loose like Diana's. Her wide set features were as plain as Amazonian women could be. She wasn't not beautiful, for who couldn't be once blessed by Aphrodite? But she was close. "SISTERS!" Her booming voice echoed, silencing everyone. "WHO COMES BEFORE HIPPOLYTA, QUEEN OF THE AMAZONS?" "DIANA! SEEKER! SISTER! SERVANT!" Diana shouted as she drew her sword and pointed it skyward. Aella turned to the Queen. "BEFORE YOU STANDS A MAIDEN SEEKING TO BECOME A WARRIOR. WHAT SAY YOU?" The Queen raised her enchanted sword. It sparkled in the morning sun. "THEN LET HER PROVE HERSELF WORTHY!" The roar of the crowds drowned out Aella's command to start the battle. But it made no difference. Mother and Daughter knew this dance. And the cheers of her sisters made Diana strong. Her blood pounded in anticipation in her veins. As soon was Aella dropped her hand Diana charged the woman she called mother. Swords meet with a harsh clang. Diana's black hair swung into her opponent. She saw her mother grab at her long locks and shoved away, kicking out with her feet. And so the two danced, closing in only to break apart. Neither gave the other quarter. The smile on her face showed how much she was enjoying herself, just like her daughter. Diana's body moved through stances and forms like water. For this she had trained her entire life. It was more natural than breathing. The world narrowed to the women's dual. Nothing else mattered. Time seemed to slow as the two fought. Strength against strength. Cunning against cunning. Neither shied away from fighting dirty. Not did they pull their punches. Hippolyta gave her daughter no mercy in the Arena. Falling Rain. Rushing Among Reeds. War Strike. Diana's sword was beginning to feel heavy. Though the blade tip never wavered. Her arms ached from blocking blows and landing them. The two danced away from each other and took the moment's reprieve to shake their muscles and to catch their breath. Never more than a handful of heartbeats were they apart though. To give your enemy space was to give them room to win. Diana clashed her blade against her mother's once more. The two strained, tried from their previous attacks, but neither gave way. Sweat poured even though the wind was sweet and gentle. Their leather armor creaked as their bodies strained. Their bare feet slid in the dust ground. Black eyes locked together, waiting for the other to give way. The two warriors parted, breathing heavily. The crowd was silent feeling, knowing, that the next bout would decide the winner. The two women circled for a few heart beats before Diana launched herself at her mother. She pulled at all her reserves, leaping off the ground, so the sun would be in her mother's eyes. Her hands gripped the hilt of her sword as she swung it down. Of course the Queen blocked it but the blow staggered her. Diana landed smoothly, crouched and swept her legs against her mother's. The Queen already off balance tumbled to the ground. The crowd held it's breath as the Queen rolled. Diana didn't wait for her mother to regain her feet. She forced tired muscles to pounce upon her mother and pin her to the ground. Vaguely she could hear Aella shout and her mother laugh. As if coming out of a daze Diana accepted Aella's hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. Around her the voices of her sisters blurred together. Aella let go of Diana and helped her Queen off the ground. Diana blinked as the realization hit her. She had won. She had WON! A large smile spread across her face, the excitement and thrill washing away her exhaustion. Diana turned to her mother, knowing this part by heart. Mother and daughter embraced then clasped arms together. Her mother's bracer moved and wrapped itself on Diana's unclad arm. Then it retreated leaving behind a bracer. Diana turned to the crowds and raised her two clad arms, proudly showing off her new, and old, bracers. Behind her she could feel her mother's approval. Diana was a Warrior now. Then the celebrations began. So it continued into the night when there was a feast in Diana's honor. The large bonfire was achingly bright in the darkness. Yet it kept drawing the Princess' attention. The towering flames danced across her vision. Inside those flames dark shapes danced uneasily. Yet no one else seemed to notice. What do you need? Diana looked around but none of her sisters had spoken directly to her. What do you need? Diana turned back to the fire. A woman danced then vanished into another flame. The young warrior shivered. Unbidden a memory surfaced of her dream earlier, floating above the world. What do you need? She looked over her family. Her sisters both blood, and by adoption. And over at her mother. They belonged here. But what about her? She looked up to the sky at the large moon overhead. She loved her family more than anything else, but there was more out there for her. She balled her hands into fists. She didn't belong, not right now. She choked back tears and forced herself to return to the party. Later Diana stepped over the body of a passed out woman. It was Aella, one of her guards. The woman snored softly, the drink having gone to her head. No one would wake for a long while. Diana made her way to her mother, who was propped up on her throne with pillows. She placed a note in her open hand. Mother, it read, I know you wont understand but I have something I must do as a warrior and as a woman. I will be gone for a moon turn, please do not look for me. She curled her mother's hand around the paper and departed. The first few notes she had written said she didn't plan to return, but her mother would have tracked her down with those words. This way she could at least buy herself sometime before her mother sent her sisters after her. Time enough to find herself and where she belonged. And who knew, maybe Diana would return before the moon finished turning.