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This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Motif: Ravens. Dark Elegance.
House Name: Ravendore
House Type: Magic and Political
House Head: Queen Vera
House Sigil:

House Race: Elven but royals can summon raven wings
House Motto: The raven flies highest.
House History: Ravendore was once a tribe that soon grew to massive size. They threatened war with their magical strength before proposing a treaty to make their own Queendom.
House Commodity: They have the fastest messaging birds. They own ruby mines. Their vast knowledge of magick. Their army specializes in stealth and speed attacks enhanced by magick.
Land of House: The castle is perched on a mountain with the class status being highest on the mountain and the few poor or farmers worked fields in the valleys.
House Base:

House Magic: Can summon birds at their will.
Side: Against the tyrant king
House Theme:


Name: Princess Aleia Of Ravendore
Age: 20
House: Ravendore
Position: Princess
Race: High Ravendorian elf.
Weapons/Gear: Amulet.
Skills/Magic: Summons birds and excels at healing magic. Is able to conjure arrows for her bow.
Appearance:

Background: Grew up in luxury but yearn to learn more about the world around her. She wants to stop the war.
Opinion on War: Doesn't want it and doesn't want people to get hurt.

Name: Queen Vera of Ravendore
Age: 37
House: Ravendore
Position: Queen
Race: High Ravendorian Elf.
Weapons/Gear: Sword and dagger.
Skills/Magic: Can conjure giant ravens for battle. Can turn into a giant flock of ravens.
Appearance:

Background: Wants her daughter and her people to live a life of peace. She ruled the queendom fairly and with love and peace.
Opinion on War: Wants to win but protect her people.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

RESERVING HOUSE OF RAVENS SO FUCKING HYPED

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joeycbee said He showed him the id, the guard raised his eyebrow at him but let him pass. h then just followed the crowd to the Grand hall.

Zira had been reading a book when an announcement was made. She closed her tablet and put it into her side bag as she left to the Grand Hall. She showed the guards her I.D. and looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of Grimm making his way into the Hall. She caught up with him but looked straight ahead as she spoke.

"I don't remember you being a part of the crew." Zira said softly.

She vaguely recognized him from her days of free lance work. She used to be an assassin for hire, she still is, the government hired her as part of the squadron. She was getting paid quite a hefty sum for it as well.

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I could crop that picture for you o:

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Appearance:

Full Name: Zira Grinok

Callsign/Nickname: Zirg

Age: ???

Status (Civilian, Officer, Sergeant, Special Personnel, etc..): Merc

Desired arms (weapon): Throwing knives and dual pistols. Her tail is like the tail of Alien (from Alien v Predator or Alien Isolation) So it's a weapon on its own.

Biography: TBR

Personality: Quiet and reserved.

Other: Her species can turn invisible(limited time), teleport (limited distance.) and see in the dark. Over using her invisibility and teleportation exhausts her.

Theme:

Dark Energy

I have just the character for this c:

A Game of Thrones- based RP?

*dances over Mana's body*

Medieval Kingdom

lol u don't have to apologize XD

Demons within

The girl walked inside silently. Her pants were torn and her long tank top looked worn and her shoes looked ragged. She did walk the entire way there after all. She turned to see another boy had joined them. Something about her eyes was peculiar. Like she knew too much.

Demons within

{ One month ago. }

Amanda was sitting in her car with her family, on her way to the theatre. They were your basic family of four with a dog at home. They were simple and happy but not perfect. They were average and Amanda liked it that way. However, the poor child had no idea the horror that would then come to pass.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH

The girl awoke to searing pain all throughout her body. She was on her side, laying in shattered glass. It took her a moment to pry her eyes open. She wished she hadn't. There was blood and twisted metal consuming her entire field of vision. With a cry she forced herself to sit up.

"Nnng.."

A voice! Someone in there was still alive.

"Mom! Dad! Jacob!" Amanda sobbed as she crawled a few inches towards the wreckage. She could barely make out her family in the pile of debris, but they were there. They shifted, turning toward her voice. They looked at her. However, the crashed car had been perched so precariously on a low sloping shoulder, gave way after they moved. Amanda's ears were filled with their anguished cries of pain as the car crushed them. She could FEEL every pitiful emotion inside of them.

The secrets they never shared. The hope they thought they had. The pain that consumed their entire being. The doubt they really felt when they saw her. Their distrust in the world. The misery of their ended life. And so much more.

Amanda couldn't move and she collapsed. It was better like that, she thought, it was dark and she was alone. Or so she thought. But there was a voice.

"Who...are you."



Amanda awoke with a gasp. There was a antiseptic smell in the air and the roof with blinding white. A hospital. She looked around at the hopeful doctors, confused at first, then she remembered. Then she screamed.

Ever since then, she had been committed.

{ Current Day. }

Ever since the accident, Amanda had been living at psyche wards and halfway homes. Her psychologist had given up hope and her doctors just kept her medicated. For a while it worked. Everything was silent. Up until today.

~It's time to go.~

She jumped but did not feel afraid of the voice she heard. She actually felt more at ease with it there. It had a very specific set of instructions. One's to get her out of the halfway home she was in now. Other children lived at the home, but she was the oldest. The keepers thought she was a decent enough seeing as she caused little trouble, she just never talked. She waited for them to go to sleep then she left.

She packed nothing, only bringing the clothes on her back. She didn't know where she was going but HE did. She walked and walked until she arrived at the door. She knocked.