Emma

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

So when it comes to the reigning king and queen, which was born royal and which was their destined?

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The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Yeah same here. I can change Veronica into a flora elemental if you'd like. It was my number one choice before lightning, and fire. But I didn't want her to be to similar to the princess, and lightning was already taken.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

A lot of the times when I'm creating a OC I draw from multiple sources in real life, my imagination, and books/movie characters. For instance, my Character for this RP is a mix of the following: Yvaine from Stardust, Claire from Outlander, Talisa from Game of Thrones, Syrena from Pirates of the Caribbean, Anna from Downtown Abbey, Aroura from Maleficent, and Pocahontas from Disney.

So does that make her an OC or more of a ripoff? Just wondering, since a friend of mine who also RPs say it's not original if I intentionally base her off original characters of others.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Veronica Mercer

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Name

Veronica Mercer

Age

20

Gender

Female

Relationship Status

Single

Job

Lower Gentry - Apprentice Healer & Apothecarist

Element/Abilities

Fire Elemental
- She can control and manipulate fire. She has average skills, and knows the basics, but has never been properly taught.

In-Depth Appearance

Veronica is pretty, and out of her two sisters, she resembles her mother the most. She has straight brown hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her most prominent feature are her beautiful eyes, which are a magnificent color mix of golden yellow, warm browns, blue, greens, and a few hazel speckles. The tricky thing about her eyes is that they seem to change color in different lighting, from green to brown to blue and back again. On the sunshine filled days they appear greener, and in the candlelit night they appear more of a mix of blue, browns, and gold flecks. She has a dainty nose, pouty lips, and a pretty smile.

Her wardrobe consists of dresses, kirtles, and surcotes. She tends to be drawn towards the simpler and feminine designs. If she is not wearing her hair just plainly down, she is most likely sporting some kind of pretty braided styling. She typically smells of wildflowers, as she spends most of her time in her father apothecary, or in the forest gathering plants.

Likes

• Flowers
• Embroidery
• Music
• Astronomy
• Painting
• Honey Cakes
• Ocean

Dislikes

• Winter
• Stupidity
• Spiders
• Dirty Finger Nails
• Snakes
• Gambling
• Rats

Biggest Fear

She is afraid dying. Do to her occupation she has seen her fair share of death. The unknown, about what comes after is daunting and the actual dying part scares her. Watching her mother and older sister die helplessly was also terrifying.

Personality

Veronica is kind natured young woman. She comes off as quiet and considerate, but there is a wildfire in her eyes that is often overlooked. Strangers typically notice her serene disposition and pretty face. But that's not all she is. Veronica is as intelligent as they come, and as tenacious as her father. She resembles her mother physically, and has the same natural grace and gentleness. Her parents always said she was an old soul. Even as a child she was mature beyond her years.

Her father considers education very important, thus she is articulate and freethinking. Her mother raised her with a strong moral background, so Veronica values fairness and charity quite a bit. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. Strong and independent, she is a girl who makes her own decisions and cuts her own path. The plight of others tends to weave its way into her sensitive heart, but this just makes her all the more adamant in her work to help others. She is a stubborn and strong willed woman, with strong convictions. Not one to be the coveted meek and obedient wife of medieval ideals. Her curiosity can sometimes land her into trouble. Towards people she dislikes she blunt, and callous, and not great at hiding her she truly feels about someone. Though she is content with her life in the village helping her father with his work, she sometimes longs for something more.

She was never a big fan of the Destined legend. Once her parents explained to her what the mark on her wrist meant. The idea that she had a soulmate out there in the big wide world that she'd most likely never meet didn't faze her. It was that fact that somehow her fate was already written that bothered her. That her choices and actions made no difference, that destiny was already set in stone. Veronica also always wondered why. Why was she marked while others were not. And so she disregarded her mark for most of her life. The fact that she would lose her powers if she didn't find her destined love, was more good news then bad. Having control over fire was never something she was happy with. In her opinion the only good fire could bring was warmth on a cold night. Otherwise fire was just destruction, something that burned everything in it's path to ash and dust.

Background

Her father, Arthur was the youngest of five sons, and thus there was nothing to inherit from his father’s prosperous merchant company. Especially after all his older brothers got their shares, and quickly ran the business into the ground. He pursued his passion for medicine and became an apothecarist. Rather than appealing to the nobility and rich with his skills in medicine he chose to settle in the mining town of Culldune, and help the villagers for practically nothing in return.

Veronica’s mother, Enya was the only daughter of a local noble family. Their elopement was not approved of by Enya’s family who had hoped to marry her off to a wealthy nobleman, and thus she was disinherited for disobeying her family, and marrying below her station. Fast forward six years later and Veronica was born. Two days of painful labor in late winter, during one of the worst storms of the decade, she came into the world.

As a child, Veronica and her family lived above their apothecary shoppe. It was a cramped and cluttered home, but also one full of love. She was very close to her father, who she called papa. Though her father was always very busy, he always had time for his daughters. In his spare moments, he would teach Veronica about all the medical plants, how to read, and write, and everything else he knew. At night before bed he would tell her stories, and point out all the constellations in the sky. He instilled in her to always follow her heart and do what she thought was right. She liked to help her father in the apothecary. Young Veronica didn't want to just marry, have babies, and spend the rest of her life cooking and cleaning, she wanted to forge her own destiny, and do as she pleased. She wanted an adventure and to make a difference in the world.

Veronica was seven years old when her mother died after giving birth to Veronica’s youngest sister Amelia. It was a crushing blow to Veronica, and her father was never the same after her death. Her mother's side of the family had a change of heart with news of Enya’s death, and they offered to take Veronica and her sisters in to be properly educated and raised as noble ladies. Arthur refused not wanting split his family apart, or lose his daughters. But four years later after Veronica's oldest sisters Gwendolyn died during an outbreak of scarlet fever Arthur agreed, and he left eleven year old Veronica and little Amelia to their grandparents. She would not see her father for the next three years.

Her life with her overly strict grandmother, and fearsome grandfather was not exactly pleasant. Being waited on by servants and treated differently by the villagers she always though of as her friends was hard to get used to. Cooped up indoors, learning to dance, play instruments, and become a reverent passive wife to whomever her grandfather chose, was not her cup of tea. Besides their best efforts to brainwash Veronica into their way of thinking, she was steadfast in her beliefs. Unfortunately that was not the case for her little sister Amelia who seemed to thrive under their guidance as materialistic snobs.

Veronica was fourteen when her grandfather told her she was betrothed. That only solidified her resolve to runaway and look for her father. So she "borrowed" a few of her grandmothers jewels, and after six months of searching she found her father destitute and drunk in the slums of the Royal city. She cleaned him up, took care of him, and with the last of her money helped him get back on his feet. She found work as an apprentice healer. But a year later her father fell back to the bottle. He acquired so much debt from gambling that he ended up in prison, and Veronica was left on her own.

The master healer she worked for gave her a place to stay, as she waited for her father to be released from prison. Work took over most of her time, and finally two years had passed and her father was out. Veronica and him made their way back to Culldune, where the village was happy to welcome them back. They moved back into their old home, and opened up the apothecary again. Thankfully her father stayed away from the booze and the cards. Life became simple and peaceful.

Her godfather Rupert owned the local copper mine. He had hired a young man named Cedric to help run the mine. Veronica and Cedric disliked each other immediately. She saw him as arrogant, and presumptuous. He was handsome, but she couldn't help wanting to roll her eyes every time he opened his mouth. He saw Veronica as stubborn, and a know it all. Basically she had mild disdain for Cedric and he was indifferent towards her. Overtime their bickering and retorts turned to playful teasing, and flirty remarks. Then one night of drinking, and a spontaneous kiss later, they were on their way to a cheeky romance.

Cedric proposed to her six months later, and she said 'yes'. She had never thought she'd ever want to get married, but Cedric made her feel happy, he supported her, and loved her exactly for who she was. She couldn't see ever loving anyone, like she loved him. The couple ignored the fact that she was marked. They planned to marry in a year or so, once they saved enough to have a proper wedding, and find a place to call their own. Sadly a month later the mine he was working caved in, and Cedric along with a dozen of the other miners died.

Now she is twenty years old. Her father was the one who convinced her to go to the festival. He said that whether she found her destined partner or not, it would be a once in a life time experience.

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Eyes, Family, & Wardrobe

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@deyinger So how are you and the other GMs going about pairing the soulmates up? :)

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Ok! Sent in my CS. Now I'm waiting for approval. If approved I did mention a mining town called Culldune. Stick it on the map if you'd like. It's near a river, and forest, but other then that it's up to you.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Awesome. I'll start working on my CS.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Hello. I found the icheck and saw all the interest. Just wondering if this is still open to join or not ?

Also if I can join, I am wondering which elements are taken or the ratio?

The Annals of House Cade [Game of Thrones / ASoIaF RP]

LADY SARISA SWANN

Castle Tarrow

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Sarisa had woken a short time ago, and was now just laying in bed letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. The only light in the room was a soft glow from the embers in the fireplace. It had been about two weeks now, since she arrived at castle Tarrow, and she had yet to get a full nights sleep. Tossing and turning, wide awake with a million thoughts going through her head at every moment. Will I ever feel comfortable here? Will it feel like home, or am I perpetually an outsider? When will Lord Cade return? What happens if Lord Leoric doesn't like me? Or what if he dies in battle, and I actually am cursed to never marry? Is he similar to his brother...?

She pushed the covers off, and sat up out of bed, frustrated that she couldn't fall back asleep. Her thick brown hair, was always a wild mess of curls when she woke up. She fidgeted with the ends of it, and sighed. It was colder here in the Riverlands compared to the Dornish Marshes where she grew up. As she placed her feet on the ground the chill from the stone floor crept up her legs. She shivered and quickly grabbed her woolen robe from the end of the bed. Sarisa shrugged it on over her nightdress. Most of her clothes were meant for warm humid summers, and with the rumors of winter on its way, she would need to start on sewing a new wardrobe. The shorts sleeves, Dornish silks, and light cotton were going to have to be traded in for more sensible wool, and fur linings. Luckily sewing and embroidery was a talent of hers.

She stumbled in the darkness as she made her way over to the window to open it. The shutters squeaked open and the cold night air slithered its way into the room. Sarisa pulled her robe tighter around herself as she crossed her arms over her chest to fight the frost. Looking down at the courtyard it seemed that other then a pair of guards, and the steward, everyone was still asleep. The moon was high in the night sky, and she was just as restless as the night before. Anxious about the war, getting married, the wedding night, becoming a wife, and the coming winter. She prayed that she would soon feel settled here at castle Tarrow. For the short time she had been here, she only felt out of place. Using the moonlight Sarisa was able to lite all the candles in the room she could reach. The candlelight flickered, making dancing shadows on the wall. After closing the window she knelt down to open the chest at the end of her bed. Sarisa smiled, as she unlocked the chest and opened the lid. As she ran her fingers along the soft ivory material, and traced the embroidery, she imagined herself walking down the aisle. Admiring her wedding gown, always made her feel better.

The journey here from Stonehelm took over two months, and with battles ragging all around, it was a wonder she and her party had made it here in one peace. Why her father thought it was a good idea to send her off during a time of war, was something she would never understand. Her uncle Clifford's prompting most likely had something to do with it. Sarisa had brought with her fifty of the Swann's household guard, her personal belongings, her horse, and a rather substantial dowry. Her father had gone all out for her dowry this time around. It was rather large, especially compared to what it had been three betrothals ago. Two chest full of coin, a goose feather bed, 8 casks of the finest arbor gold, her mother's jewels, six fast horses, and multiple bolts of Dornish silks, and soft linens.

After closing the chest she sat down on the bench in front of the fireplace and got lost in daydreams for what seemed like hours as she stitched away at her needlework. A knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. She placed her embroidery aside and walked over to her door. She checked to make sure her robe was tied shut, and then opened the door to Maester Illric in the candlelight hall. She remembered her first day here, when she spotted Castle Tarrow's young maester. He was the youngest maester she had ever met, and she thought he was rather amazing for having so many chain links, and being just about the same age as her. A raven from Lord Cade. She felt worried and excited all at once. It was the first correspondence from her betrothed she had gotten in months. The only other time being his agreement to be married. "Good news?" She asked him quietly trying not to wake anyone.