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As Jasper ran inside with his sister the great halls of the castle nearly matched the brightness of the sun outside. The interior of the large palace was mostly made of a white marble, imported from the Kingdom's neighbor, Iglasia, and the gold trimmings came from another, Calorean, back of course when these three Countries were on good terms, but since the changes in rule for Everglenn, some ancestor's made mistakes and caused a few disagreements, this is the first time in decades since Everglenn has been on good terms with its neighboring Kingdoms, all thanks to Mitus. The large chandelier in the middle of the hall seemed to shine light everywhere as it reflected off of every inch of marble, making the palace one of the brightest. Jasper often had to shade his eyes for a second but quickly adjusted. He usually found a strange comfort in the darkness, the thick shadows of an unlit hall not bothering him, but he preferred the light. With the castle well lit, the Royal family felt comforted most by crimson decorations, trimmed and lined with a pattern of gold, large frayed carpets and massive curtains painted the marble surface nearly every corner. Large paintings of their ancestors decorated some of the hallways, but the biggest painting laid on the east wall in the main entrance, it was of the Royal Family, Mitus in the back on the left side, with his bride at his side, his son stood firm and still by his feet while his daughter stood under the Queen, elegant as ever. The picture had been replicated by many but not to perfection, almost everyone who entered the castle would look at that painting as it immediately caught their eye, Jasper especially would look at it, it inspired him to be just like his father, wanting a family like that, but this time he didn't bother moving his head an inch towards it.
He ran straight to the maid who asked them what had happened, "She cut her finger on a flower," he said, his voiced pitched like a youngling but he tried match his father without making it obvious. The maid started to lead them, "Hurry!" he knew of her sister's curse and knew for sure that there would be worry in her thoughts, he could already see it in her eyes, and having worry might cause an accident, his mind trailed off to that time in their room where she woke up and flooded the place, the beds were burnt from shocks of lightning and Jasper was forever scarred in his thoughts and didn't want that to happen again, but he still stood by her side. Just as they moved a few feet Rune had stepped in and taken control of the situation. Jasper had an uncle-nephew style relationship with him, though when it came to important events such as this, that was pushed aside. He let go of his sister's wrist as he tended to her wound, he watched carefully as if he didn't believe Rune could fix her, but deep inside he knew he could. When the man was done he apologized to them both and asked for forgiveness from Jasper, failing at his duty, but the Prince didn't respond right away as he gently took his twin's hand again to study her finger, making sure it was well taken care of. He turned his head back to his guardian and couldn't decide whether or not to forgive him, a side of him wanted to say yes cause the wound was fixed and he apologized, but another wanted to say no since he wasn't there and this could have caused another accident with Jemma's curse, he stuttered as he spoke but managed to say, "I...don't know...she could have had another accident."
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Bio, this thing, all you need to know is that I've been role playing for years. Ignore my post count cause I mainly rp through pm. I don't have much of a life now so I dream of living in alternate universes.
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The Kingdom of Everglenn, its had its share of shallow times in the past, years and years before their current King, and far before that the land was hardly called a Kingdom, but the villages held stories of the mighty and strong willed that roamed there. Forging from the great steel that laid within the rocks of the mountains, they built a castle like no other. It held the appearance of pearl white stones, scraps from mining, but laid within were supports of their strongest metal. It was built so that no earthquakes could shatter it, where it could take the beatings of a thousand armies and still stand, as a sign for peace and justice, a place that people could look for guidance, where safety was gifted just by laying your eyes on it, a place where a Kingdom was born. Within that Kingdom a single family emerged, Hetterwood, the family held all kinds of rulers, ruthless war seeking, tranquil peace keepers, greedy barters, selfish loners, but none of them, none of them ruled up to King Mitus, Everglenn’s current ruler. He ruled in a way that was fair for the people and the countries around them. He created an equal trading system that aloud old separations become a thing of the past and form new allies. He managed one of the greatest armies known to date, but fought very few wars since there was only a couple warring countries. And he did all this while raising a family, a young and beautiful wife at side, who shared golden twins with each other.
The pair fit for each other better than two cards from the same deck, though they had their differences, they were looking forward to growing up and living their lives standing by each other’s side. A youngling of a child, standing in a sloppy manner but wore clothes that fairly resemble royalty: tight black pants with a collared blouse that seemed too big to fit him and held air throughout most of it, his shoes were similar to that of his sister’s though with a golden buckle laid across the strap. His hair laid around the crown of his head at the length of a child’s hand. His tropical blue eyes rested on his twin’s hands as she showed him a brightly colored rose. He started to form a smile to share the moment with her but he had to share her pain instead as she was pricked by one of the thorns. His eyes widened at the sight of her blood. He hadn’t seen that velvet liquid often, this being probably his fourth or fifth time, it still shocked him. He grabbed her hands gently in his clutches, looking over her wound as if to reassure himself it was real, “Jemma!” he shouted in worry, “Come on, let’s fix your finger,” grabbing her wrists and pulling her with him as he ran inside to the nearest maiden. Future ruler of Everglenn and forever guardian of his sister, Prince Jasper.
The pair fit for each other better than two cards from the same deck, though they had their differences, they were looking forward to growing up and living their lives standing by each other’s side. A youngling of a child, standing in a sloppy manner but wore clothes that fairly resemble royalty: tight black pants with a collared blouse that seemed too big to fit him and held air throughout most of it, his shoes were similar to that of his sister’s though with a golden buckle laid across the strap. His hair laid around the crown of his head at the length of a child’s hand. His tropical blue eyes rested on his twin’s hands as she showed him a brightly colored rose. He started to form a smile to share the moment with her but he had to share her pain instead as she was pricked by one of the thorns. His eyes widened at the sight of her blood. He hadn’t seen that velvet liquid often, this being probably his fourth or fifth time, it still shocked him. He grabbed her hands gently in his clutches, looking over her wound as if to reassure himself it was real, “Jemma!” he shouted in worry, “Come on, let’s fix your finger,” grabbing her wrists and pulling her with him as he ran inside to the nearest maiden. Future ruler of Everglenn and forever guardian of his sister, Prince Jasper.
On a planet called Azarath, made mostly of water, (The Great Sea), there were 3 known inhabited continents and several islands. On the largest continent of them all was a particular kingdom called Everglenn. A beautiful kingdom surrounded by majestic mountains; it was a kingdom allied with most of it’s neighbors except the neutral forces of the Eskimos and the Atlantians. Their enemies were few, just those of Zanon island, the Zanonians who wanted to conquer Everglenn for themselves, and the dragons who despised all who were not of their kind.
Quite some time ago, a rumor was being spread, and from it grew a legend that no one could have ever imagined. The rumors told of an evil king from another world who was taking twins by means of dark magic, and whoever else he claimed became the beasts of his armies. This evil king’s name was Aron, and he was more ruthless than any ruler Azarath had seen before. Aron wanted to build a large and powerful army to conquer Azarath, and then many more.
But our story is about two twins who by Fate, were touched by Aron and though they managed to find a way out of his trap, his relentless ways managed to catch up to them in the future. By their birth the legend of the evil king Aron was just that, nothing but a legend, believed only to be a horror story parents told their children to get them to be wary of strangers and mind their manners. However, this is the story of Princess Jemma and Prince Jasper of the Kingdom of Everglenn, and how a simple curse on the first born from said king, would change their entire lives forever.
It’s been centuries now. A handful of centuries since my quest began. At first, I set out only to build a small army to control my home world. Be that as it may, when I realized my full potential, I wanted to create an army large enough to conquer another, larger world. The more I studied the dark magic of my people the more I began to learn about traveling to other worlds and even from dimension to dimension. As my knowledge of the mysterious expanded so did my army, and then I discovered Azarath. Most of it’s people are ruled by their so called “emotion” something I have never experienced, nor ever will. I am fueled by nothing but my desire to rule, to conquer, to claim all that is and was meant to be mine. Selfish I am not, it is merely the way of my people, to have all the control, which is why my world crumbled to ruin after I took over, I did not need those useless beings any longer.
Eventually I found an easy way to manipulate the duplicate born creatures of Azarath to sign their souls away to me. Seeing as their auras together are stronger than any I’ve seen before I’ve tried to claim as many pairs as I could, with much luck.
Decades ago I came across a set of twins that intrigued me to almost no end and I could not figure out why, I had to have them for myself. When I went to free the first born twin from his curse the other gave herself up to me as most do. Freeing them from their land bound sacks of skin gave me a closer view of the two, that’s when I realized it. These two had something special, and after a bit of training they became my most trusted and possibly my most powerful workers.
These two are now Criss and Cross. They work the special cases for me, for in the coming of my new empire I have been rather busy. Stealing ancient artifacts, cursing first born twins, killing kings and such. And now, there is something very important I need them to do for me. For you see, a rather meddlesome young man has managed to free one of my twins from their curse, I don’t know how, but it has happened, and now, I need these twins turned to my side by other means. Criss and Cross will do this for me, and consider it their final test if they want to be by my side when the new beginning comes. Soon, very soon, once those two are mine, so too will the world be.
A few years back, in the garden of the castle of Everglenn, two small children were playing innocently, unaware of the future that would come upon them soon enough. The small six year old girl with the shoulder length blonde hair and eyes as blue as forget-me-nots ran to a boy who looked as if he could be her clone, only, as the opposite sex. She wore a black ribbon tied in her bangs and a small orange and black dress with black Mary Jane shoes. Her dressed dragged across the ground a little as she ran, as a youngster she often forgot to hold it up like a lady. “Jasper! I found one, look!” In her hand she held the thorny stem of a beautiful bright red rose that looked as if it had just recently bloomed. As she moved her arm to show it to him one of the rose’s sharp, ravenous looking thorns pricked her finger, drawing blood. “Ouch!” The rose fell from her blood as well as a few blood drops that contrast against the near-white stones they stood on out in the garden. This was Princess Jemma of Everglenn; as a royal not used to the pain, she bit her quivering lip and her eyes welled up with tears.
Quite some time ago, a rumor was being spread, and from it grew a legend that no one could have ever imagined. The rumors told of an evil king from another world who was taking twins by means of dark magic, and whoever else he claimed became the beasts of his armies. This evil king’s name was Aron, and he was more ruthless than any ruler Azarath had seen before. Aron wanted to build a large and powerful army to conquer Azarath, and then many more.
But our story is about two twins who by Fate, were touched by Aron and though they managed to find a way out of his trap, his relentless ways managed to catch up to them in the future. By their birth the legend of the evil king Aron was just that, nothing but a legend, believed only to be a horror story parents told their children to get them to be wary of strangers and mind their manners. However, this is the story of Princess Jemma and Prince Jasper of the Kingdom of Everglenn, and how a simple curse on the first born from said king, would change their entire lives forever.
It’s been centuries now. A handful of centuries since my quest began. At first, I set out only to build a small army to control my home world. Be that as it may, when I realized my full potential, I wanted to create an army large enough to conquer another, larger world. The more I studied the dark magic of my people the more I began to learn about traveling to other worlds and even from dimension to dimension. As my knowledge of the mysterious expanded so did my army, and then I discovered Azarath. Most of it’s people are ruled by their so called “emotion” something I have never experienced, nor ever will. I am fueled by nothing but my desire to rule, to conquer, to claim all that is and was meant to be mine. Selfish I am not, it is merely the way of my people, to have all the control, which is why my world crumbled to ruin after I took over, I did not need those useless beings any longer.
Eventually I found an easy way to manipulate the duplicate born creatures of Azarath to sign their souls away to me. Seeing as their auras together are stronger than any I’ve seen before I’ve tried to claim as many pairs as I could, with much luck.
Decades ago I came across a set of twins that intrigued me to almost no end and I could not figure out why, I had to have them for myself. When I went to free the first born twin from his curse the other gave herself up to me as most do. Freeing them from their land bound sacks of skin gave me a closer view of the two, that’s when I realized it. These two had something special, and after a bit of training they became my most trusted and possibly my most powerful workers.
These two are now Criss and Cross. They work the special cases for me, for in the coming of my new empire I have been rather busy. Stealing ancient artifacts, cursing first born twins, killing kings and such. And now, there is something very important I need them to do for me. For you see, a rather meddlesome young man has managed to free one of my twins from their curse, I don’t know how, but it has happened, and now, I need these twins turned to my side by other means. Criss and Cross will do this for me, and consider it their final test if they want to be by my side when the new beginning comes. Soon, very soon, once those two are mine, so too will the world be.
A few years back, in the garden of the castle of Everglenn, two small children were playing innocently, unaware of the future that would come upon them soon enough. The small six year old girl with the shoulder length blonde hair and eyes as blue as forget-me-nots ran to a boy who looked as if he could be her clone, only, as the opposite sex. She wore a black ribbon tied in her bangs and a small orange and black dress with black Mary Jane shoes. Her dressed dragged across the ground a little as she ran, as a youngster she often forgot to hold it up like a lady. “Jasper! I found one, look!” In her hand she held the thorny stem of a beautiful bright red rose that looked as if it had just recently bloomed. As she moved her arm to show it to him one of the rose’s sharp, ravenous looking thorns pricked her finger, drawing blood. “Ouch!” The rose fell from her blood as well as a few blood drops that contrast against the near-white stones they stood on out in the garden. This was Princess Jemma of Everglenn; as a royal not used to the pain, she bit her quivering lip and her eyes welled up with tears.
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