Briza

The castle

Prince Aleksandr found himself kept in his room for the morning, studying his Latin before the Royal Breakfast was to start. He had promptly been awoken earlier than normal and been dressed and bathed before his usual time as to allow him study time. Now, he was simply reading A Handbook of a Christian Knight by Desiderius Erasmus. The man was praise worthy of writing some hysterical books. Although, the King did not agree with everything Erasmus wrote, his works were influential and well known, a mandatory reading. The Prince generally enjoyed Erasmus' writings, they were not complicated and addressed accordingly with his Greek studies.

Not too far into his studies and outside his window some unusual happenings made noises, but nothing so erroneous that the prince himself felt disturbed or in trouble. He continued reading, even if for a brief second he did pause and take note of the sound and ruffles outside. He awaited one of the servants to come and arouse and escort him for the time of the Royal Breakfast.

The king preferred his children to be escorted to main events of the day. Although, his children did have freedom to roam without guards inside the kingdom, but it was required a gaurd stay with the children of royalty when leaving the great castle. Even with the males being trained in combat, regulations were a priority safety precaution. Prince Aleksandr did not mind. The protection seemed to amount as an extra warning, a peacock of his status, not to say his status define him, but nonethless, with a rosary of beads hidden in his pocket, he was definitely one for theatrics.

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I was about to ask!

(I changed the picture in my CS, btw.)

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Yea! ~

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Appearance

Name: Prince Aleksandr Volkonsky
Nickname: Prince Alexi
Age: 18
Status, job: Prince, Royalty
Other: Prince Aleksandr prefer to be called Prince Aleksandr. Of course, those who are close to him (preferably family and close friends) may refer to him as Prince Alexi or just plain Alexi. He is only 18 years of age, though tries to act older--feeling a bit relentless as a potential heir to the throne. He is not the oldest of the princes, however. He is a tad childish, if this is not just a boyish charm that adds to his friendly demeanor. He tries hard to be polite and cordial, although aware that the vulgar people have not the training that he has been enlisted.

Prince Aleksandr stands at six feet tall. He finds himself to be rather short for a male, only four inches above the average height for the day. He believes that just three or even two inches of height would give him a more superiorly aesthetic appeal. Of course, intimidation is not Aleksandr's strategy. He wants to be loved by all the people of his land. How is he to be a good ruler when he is not ruling for his subjects?

Yes, Prince Aleksandr has dreams of ruling the land. Occasionally, he dwells on the idea and let's his mind wander. He has been reprimanded for daydreaming during his private studies. No one knows what could happen. Prince Aleksandr has not let his heart turn sour towards any of his family members. However, the seed of jealousy is rooted deeply in his heart, and he does long for the title of king.

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I am interested.

Cabin in the woods

I am pulling out of this role play. I am sorry. Please, forgive me.

Nightmare in Paradise

"Let's rest here..."

Jane melted into the grass. Her feet were blistered; her socks were worn and torn. She wiped her hands over her eyes, trying to rid her face of the sweat drenching over her soiled skin. The weather was getting deeper into the day and the sun was turning an orangey hue, letting out some strong radiance of rays from beyond the clouds. The wind was still calmly blowing, which made the faintness in Jane's breath feel so much better. The pain in her leg was still real, and like a worm with teeth quivering up and down her leg and occasionally giving a chilling ache down her spine and thigh.

She tried running a hand through her hair. Mud and dirt was matted and weaved through her hair, catching on her fingers. Looking down at her wound, dirt and other such particles from the ground was stuck to the blood covered over her leg. She was afraid to touch it, staring at the particles stuck inside the wound. The leg hurt the more she looked at it, peered at it. The uncleanliness of the wound made her feel sick. Jane's stomach churned a bit, contemplating the thought that the leg actually belonged to her. She drew in deep breaths, closing her eyes for brief seconds. The leg was hers. The wound was equally hers. And it was painful, very painful.

She looked up at the blonde haired girl. She seemed cleaner than Jane felt. A strike of jealousy flashed through Jane, before the pain in her leg began bothering her further. Why did she have to get hurt. Damnit, Jane. Prayers at this time had reached some halting point. So much for the Church-loving, God fearing, Jesus freak. The yesterday Jane would be shaking her head at her, but in some ways, Jane did not care. Her leg hurt too much, the reality was setting in--and survival refused to let yesterday's Jane trample any life out of her, today.

"Here, we should get ourselves cleaned out just a little."

Jane hesitated to stand-up. The pain in her leg shot straight through her calf, to her thigh and through her spinal cord. "I don't think--," she paused, making a face of pain, "I'm sorry for sitting down," she pushed her hands to her head, grasping her hair, wanting to cry. She was turning into a cry baby. Maybe, she had always been a cry baby and never before noticed. Soul searching through acid, what a baby.

Cabin in the woods

It appears I have lost interest in this role play and will be backing out. I am sorry. Please, forgive me. Best of luck! ~

Orphange for the Unusual

I am having a bit of trouble keeping up with this role play, as I am not quite on the internet often enough. I will be leaving he role play to you all! Best of luck! ~

Asylum

I am not quite on often enough and cannot keep up with the role playing. I am backing out. Best of wishes! ~~