Sitting in her room, a young woman was combing her curling, long blonde hair with her lips curled up in a smile. She was almost ready, and she had to admit she had started looking forward to meeting this man she was possibly going to marry. At first the idea didn't sound quite as enjoyable to Katherine. She was a princess after all, she was supposed to marry a wealthy prince, a noble man from a royal lineage. Not some ordinaire commoner who spent his time on the battlefield, covered in blood and dirt.. How disgusting. But after a second thought, Katherine had to admit the idea didn't sound that bad at all. So maybe the man was no prince, and most likely not as wealthy as one neither, but he was a captain, considered a hero for what he had done. A heroic man who fought for his country and saved the lives of many... Now that sounded good. Maybe not as good as a prince, but she could live with it.
The thoughts of the young woman were interrupted by a knock on the door, causing her attention to be drawn towards it. "What is it?" She asked, continuing to brush her hair.
"Captain Volgori arrived, your mother is expecting you in the hall for the introduction." A voice sounded, causing the smile on Katherine's face to grow just a little bigger as she put down her brush and got up, a spark lit up in her deep blue eyes, whose colour matched her dress perfectly.
"Well in that case, let's not make the man wait any longer." She said, opening the door and following the guard as they headed to the hall.
*
Meanwhile, a young woman dressed in simple armour was holding a sword pressed against the chest of the man in front of her, who accepted his defeat and lowered his sword, soon after which the woman did so as well.
"Well done Helena, you're getting better everyday, almost better than I am." The man complimented her, causing a smile to appear on her face. This was what Helena liked, to spend her time training rather than behaving the way she should, according to her parents. She didn't want to be a princess, but wanted to fight. And especially now, training was a very welcome distraction.
Helena didn't like the idea of her parents, she hated it. What were they thinking, letting some stranger decide if he did or did not want to marry her? Didn't she get a say about who she would spend the rest of her life with? It was unfair, and she was determined to do everything she could to make the man unwilling to marry her, because she was certain he was not the man she wanted to spend her life with. For the man she wished to marry, was right in front of her.
If only her parents would accept that. Oh, how furious would they be if they found out...
"Helena, captain volgori has arrived." A voice informed her, causing the smile on her face to fade, just as the spark in her bright green eyes. This was going to be a long week, she thought, as she put the sword away and followed the guard to the hall, not wanting to change her attire just to be pretty for whatever man was awaiting her. All she did to look a little more pretty, was pulling her hair out if the ponytail it was put into, letting her straight, dark brown hair hang loose instead.
*
"Welcome, sir Volgori, it's an honour to meet you. The tales we heard of you are truly wonderful. Now, if you will follow me, I shall introduce you to our daughters. This way please." The queen said, leading the captain towards the hall, where three princesses would be awaiting her.
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Sounds good to me, I'll get started on a reply.
Alright XD
So would the woman Vol sees at the staircase be the queen or one of the princesses?
So would the woman Vol sees at the staircase be the queen or one of the princesses?
Maria simply shrugged when Luke chose to stop training for the rest of the day. "Whatever." Was the short reply she gave, before she continued beating the dummy a little while longer. Maybe she should warm him that taking the staff with him was most likely not allowed, but she didn't see a good reason to why she should do so. After all, it wasn't any of her concern if the guy got in trouble, or if anyone else got in trouble for that matter, so why should she care?
Finding little joy in beating the dummies, Maria quickly got bored with the lifeless, motionless objects that felt no pain and moved on to the moving targets, focusing at one of them. Soon enough she flung her daggers at it, and though most did hit the upper part of the target, few of the hits would actually be fatal. Then again, she had never been good at throwing thanks to her decreased eyesight, so she mostly preferred being close whenever she hurt someone.
Not feeling the need to gather the knives and put them back, Maria turned around and walked away, paying no more attention to the knives stuck in the target. Someone would have to take care of that, since Maria wasn't going to do it. Of course, she would've done so if these knives were her own. In that case, she would've just gathered them and took them with her again, just as always. But these knives obviously weren't hers, so what use would it be to retrieve them?
Leaving the room and walking down the hallway, Maria checked the numbers of the doors as she passed them. When she reached room 306, the room she would be sleeping in according to the guy who brought her here, Maria came to a halt and opened the door, secretly admitting that she was a little curious about her cellmate as she opened the door.
Finding little joy in beating the dummies, Maria quickly got bored with the lifeless, motionless objects that felt no pain and moved on to the moving targets, focusing at one of them. Soon enough she flung her daggers at it, and though most did hit the upper part of the target, few of the hits would actually be fatal. Then again, she had never been good at throwing thanks to her decreased eyesight, so she mostly preferred being close whenever she hurt someone.
Not feeling the need to gather the knives and put them back, Maria turned around and walked away, paying no more attention to the knives stuck in the target. Someone would have to take care of that, since Maria wasn't going to do it. Of course, she would've done so if these knives were her own. In that case, she would've just gathered them and took them with her again, just as always. But these knives obviously weren't hers, so what use would it be to retrieve them?
Leaving the room and walking down the hallway, Maria checked the numbers of the doors as she passed them. When she reached room 306, the room she would be sleeping in according to the guy who brought her here, Maria came to a halt and opened the door, secretly admitting that she was a little curious about her cellmate as she opened the door.
Oh I see
Alright, though you said his head was shaved, so is his hair just short or is he bald?
Noticing a man who came near to her, Maria looked at him, for a brief moment thinking of harming him, but decided against it. If she did, they'll probably rant at her later on or she would receive some kind of punishment, and she wasn't looking forward to neither of the two options. The man seemed impressed by the huge assortment of weapons.
"Don't think too much, just try a few of them until you find something you like and you'll probably end up with a good weapon." Maria said, turning to look at him once she had grabbed a few knives. "That's how I ended up with knives. They're easy to carry around, lightweight, and can be used for both close combat or long distances. Plus, they can be used for cutting, stabbing, slitting and throwing, giving you a decent amount of options as for what to do with your victim." She told, although she wasn't sure why she did. After all, why should she care if he survived or not?
"My name is Maria Smith, by the way, but the few people I've interacted with in here prefer the nickname 'grumpy little bitch'." She said, before walking over to one of the dummies, giving one of the dummies a fair amount of stab wounds and cuts at important parts of the body.
Normally spoken Maria would've taken the time to just cause pain, purposely avoiding to kill the person. She had only killed two people so far, but otherwise just wanted to cause pain, not death. But that wasn't the case now that she would be put in the arena, so she decided to focus on that. Though this wasn't exactly giving her joy, and her face continued to have the same, quite moody expression. She wasn't causing any pain after all, which was just the thing she liked.
"Don't think too much, just try a few of them until you find something you like and you'll probably end up with a good weapon." Maria said, turning to look at him once she had grabbed a few knives. "That's how I ended up with knives. They're easy to carry around, lightweight, and can be used for both close combat or long distances. Plus, they can be used for cutting, stabbing, slitting and throwing, giving you a decent amount of options as for what to do with your victim." She told, although she wasn't sure why she did. After all, why should she care if he survived or not?
"My name is Maria Smith, by the way, but the few people I've interacted with in here prefer the nickname 'grumpy little bitch'." She said, before walking over to one of the dummies, giving one of the dummies a fair amount of stab wounds and cuts at important parts of the body.
Normally spoken Maria would've taken the time to just cause pain, purposely avoiding to kill the person. She had only killed two people so far, but otherwise just wanted to cause pain, not death. But that wasn't the case now that she would be put in the arena, so she decided to focus on that. Though this wasn't exactly giving her joy, and her face continued to have the same, quite moody expression. She wasn't causing any pain after all, which was just the thing she liked.
Maria sat at one of the tables in the canteen, rather bored and waiting for time to pass by. Without her knives, which had been taken away from her when she got placed in prison, Maria found it hard to have fun with the other prisoners and preferred being in her cell. Not to think of what she had done or anything, but simply so that she could continue on whatever she had been doing before.
At the moment, that had been working on a flaw one of her clients had reported in one of Maria's prosthetics, but she didn't have any time to fix the flaw before she got at this place. And although Maria doubted if she would still have much clients left when she got free, it was at least keeping her busy.
"Hey you, brat!" Was the yell that caused Maria to look up, soon finding a man looking at her and she stared back at the man, but didn't say anything as the man walked over to her. "You're going to get a chance to prove yourself in the arena." The man shortly informed, causing a small smile to form around the lips of the woman.
Getting up, the man grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her along with him through the halls, not saying a single word to her, and Maria remained just as silent as the man.
When she was pushed into a room, the first thing Maria noticed were the weapons there. After that the other prisoners, and dummies. "The training room. Here you can try to improvise your skills, prepare for battles." The man shortly explained, causing Maria to look at him. "No, you don't get to practice on people. That's what the dummies are for." He said before she could ask anything, causing the little smile on her face to fade.
"You'll be staying here a week, and will share a room with someone else. Your room is number 306." The man shortly explained, receiving a short nod from the woman, before she headed over to the weapons, searching for knives.
At the moment, that had been working on a flaw one of her clients had reported in one of Maria's prosthetics, but she didn't have any time to fix the flaw before she got at this place. And although Maria doubted if she would still have much clients left when she got free, it was at least keeping her busy.
"Hey you, brat!" Was the yell that caused Maria to look up, soon finding a man looking at her and she stared back at the man, but didn't say anything as the man walked over to her. "You're going to get a chance to prove yourself in the arena." The man shortly informed, causing a small smile to form around the lips of the woman.
Getting up, the man grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her along with him through the halls, not saying a single word to her, and Maria remained just as silent as the man.
When she was pushed into a room, the first thing Maria noticed were the weapons there. After that the other prisoners, and dummies. "The training room. Here you can try to improvise your skills, prepare for battles." The man shortly explained, causing Maria to look at him. "No, you don't get to practice on people. That's what the dummies are for." He said before she could ask anything, causing the little smile on her face to fade.
"You'll be staying here a week, and will share a room with someone else. Your room is number 306." The man shortly explained, receiving a short nod from the woman, before she headed over to the weapons, searching for knives.
I'll get her to the training room as well, they can meet each other over there.
Alright, that's fine to me! Here's my cs, I hope it looks okay. (I might be adding a picture of her once I've finally got myself convinced to draw her, but that probably won't be soon.)
Name: Maria Smith
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Maria has a very pale skin with many scars scattered onto it, although most of them are hidden, the most obvious one being a scar crossing her right eye, the damage decreasing her sight at that eye somewhat. Her eyes have a red colour, although it's uncertain if it's her natural eye colour or just simply contacts and she has two silver earring piercings at the upper part of her left ear. Her hair is dyed a light grey colour and rather short, reaching just a little bit over her cheekbones. Her clothes are, just like her hair, often coloured in grey, existing out of long sleeved shirts and long pants, as to cover up her scars. She's rarely ever seen wearing skirts or dresses.
Biography: Even before ending up in prison, Maria wasn't exactly someone most preferred to be physically close to. Working as a mechanic on mechanically made prostheses, the woman did have interaction with her clients from day to day, but apart from that, had no more than two friends, this because of her usually grumpy attitude and the fact that she somehow seems to enjoy hurting people physically, however sparing her friends. Between Maria and Ramses, one of Maria's friends, something seemed to be blooming up, though the man is having a difficult time with her being in prison.
Name: Maria Smith
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Maria has a very pale skin with many scars scattered onto it, although most of them are hidden, the most obvious one being a scar crossing her right eye, the damage decreasing her sight at that eye somewhat. Her eyes have a red colour, although it's uncertain if it's her natural eye colour or just simply contacts and she has two silver earring piercings at the upper part of her left ear. Her hair is dyed a light grey colour and rather short, reaching just a little bit over her cheekbones. Her clothes are, just like her hair, often coloured in grey, existing out of long sleeved shirts and long pants, as to cover up her scars. She's rarely ever seen wearing skirts or dresses.
Biography: Even before ending up in prison, Maria wasn't exactly someone most preferred to be physically close to. Working as a mechanic on mechanically made prostheses, the woman did have interaction with her clients from day to day, but apart from that, had no more than two friends, this because of her usually grumpy attitude and the fact that she somehow seems to enjoy hurting people physically, however sparing her friends. Between Maria and Ramses, one of Maria's friends, something seemed to be blooming up, though the man is having a difficult time with her being in prison.
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