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(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I love how everyone who dislikes the marriage arrangements is literally lining up in a distance.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

William Pengrance

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Location; Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; Amaryliss Ward_@Pundii and Lady Alice_@Lionhearted

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With wind blowing through his hairs, William sped through the forest to eventually reach the clearing. In the distance he already saw them. The carriages bringing his future queen. One forced upon him through some peace treaty. William had no quarrels with his father. But the peace was a foolish choice. Even with the best intentions, William could not understand why his old man chose that fate for his kingdom. The kingdom of Henry the Conqueror. So many generations ago a man built himself a kingdom and took half of Slibah. Now here they stood, trying to erase that conquest, as well as generations of Abhainn blood spilled on the battlefield with a thin wedding veil. If it was William’s choice, he’d reject the peace and the wedding. He’d rally the lords and knights once more and charge for his king. But it wasn’t William’s choice. It would never be his choice and he had resigned himself to that fate a long time ago.

Still, that didn’t mean he had to appear to be appeased by it. Quite the contrary, William chose to be rebellious. He left the castle a few days ago to go hunting. Giving the steward quite a headache. Or so he’d like. Of course, not showing up at all to great the many lords and ladies of Slibah would be an offense he could not make. Still, he made other choices. Like arriving drenched in sweat, smelling rather earthly for days in the woods. His hair was an absolute mess and to the side of his horse he strapped 3 dead rabbits. Small spots of blood visible on their fur. They’d make wonderful mittens for the winter. William arrived just after King Jack murdered his announcer. Still, he noticed the body being dragged away from the place, which earned a raised eye brow. It wasn’t someone from Abhainn. Or at least nobody he knew, so why care? As he looked back up towards the crowd, one of the stewards approached.

“My prince, you can’t!” He pleaded, almost desperate. “You must understand. There are other lords here. And ladies.” The way he said ladies disturbed William. “You must bathe. Or at least change your clothes. I insist.” The steward could insist all he wanted. Will didn’t care. In fact, he chose the outfit many days ago precisely because he know how his older half-brother went. Regal in deep red and royal gold. A true king greeting his queen. Will also knew how Julianna would look. Or at least, he took a guess. Long dress, a beautiful crown. Rings. Jewels. But on the opposite of all that, William would stand. Dressed in mud-brown with green. More like a huntsman than a prince. Even with the bow still strapped on his back. He had considered to offer her the slain rabbits as a gift. But he’d probably earn a scolding from his brother for that one and he could do with one now.

Still, not caring at all for the stewards pleads, William moved himself through the crowd. Until he spotted a rather surprising beauty: Lady Amaryllis. William barely recognized her. He was far too young when she left. Only after then did he start to hear the gossips about her. Right to the point where they absolutely ran wild. Was there truth to them? William couldn’t say. But as he strode straight towards her, he hoped some of it was. But then he saw Lady Alice, as well. Another admirer. Of course, the old flames came to see what replaced them. It was a bit of a crude thought, William knew. But why else would someone like Lady Alice stand here, outside? William knew of the lady’s hunger for power.

He approached both women from behind, looking over them to see his Queen in waiting: Julianna. Stunning, but Slibah. Which made his stomach clench. How could his brother even stand the sight of her? “Lady Amaryllis. What a pleasant surprise.” He came to stand next to her, not taking his gaze off Julianna. She was far too close to his brother. “What a beauty.” He said, though there was something off in his voice. A tone that sound a bit wrong. “How many days do you think it will hold?” That was straight out of line. And he knew it. But right now he was amongst, what he hoped he could consider, someone with an equal goal. He barely could stand the sight alone.

Knights of Evil (High Casual, Organization of Evil Monsters) (Work in Progress)

Looks interesting.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

Prince Willian of Abhainn

Prince Willian of Abhainn

_{{ ”I know who I am. I know what my duty is.” }}

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| Name |

William Uther Pengrance

| Nickname |

Shadow

| Age |

19

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Hetero

| Kingdom |

Abhainn

| Alliance |

The kingdom of Abhainn, more specifically with king Maddox

| In Depth Appearance |

At least a few sentences describing their general appearance, please.

| Habits |

Nightwalker - Plagued by nightmares and restless nights in his youth, Willian often wandered around the castle, gardens and streets. Falling in love with the silence of the night. It, in part, earned him his nickname: shadow. These days he walks around at night at his own volition.

| Hobbies |

Hunting - A great many nobles go out on horse with hounds, chase rabbits while laughing amongst each other. They even drink wine and call it hunting. Willian, a bastard, was never invited to these events. Nor did he want to go when he was younger, for he met other people. Poaching farmers taught him how to actually hunt. How to set traps, bait your prey and wait out days and days until you caught something. Further he learned how to gut various animals. Ranging from rabbit to deer.

Sword fighting - William is a very martial inclined youth. He likes the feel of a sword and the weight of his armor. Oftentimes he trains with the veteran knights in an attempt to improve himself. He certainly isn't bad, but he has much to learn. Something he only realizes half the time. Still, his talent is something of note.

Horse mastery - Horse-riding, a nobleman's sport, certainly but William is often as spirited as the horse he rides. Earning him some serious scolding of the stable master and his maids alike. Telling him he was reckless and dangerous. He is, but he's good at it. Not just the riding aspect. He understands the meaning of bloodlines and knows the importance of breed.

| Likes |

Drinking - The young lad takes after his half-brother in many ways. One of them is the excessive drinking. While a strong-willed swordfighter and a discipline hunter, William lacks such self-control when it comes to drinking. Young age might also be a factor. Never the less, as Maddox slowed down his drinking, William picked it up.
Thrill - Hunting, fighting, horse-riding. It's all towards a common goal: the thrill. He loves the sensation, the feel of his blood coursing through his veins. The simplexes of it all. It often puts him in danger but at the same time, he wouldn't be the person he is without his love for the thrill.
Tournaments - Being a bastard makes one's live somewhat "special". There are expectations of you, while you enjoy none of the advantages. He was not born with inherit prestige so William vowed to obtain it on his own. Tournaments are an obvious choice. The combination of thrill and the sense of being better than those born of noble blood make it even better. So far he participated in a few minor tourneys, each time excelling. Now he hopes he can climb the ladder and fight the best.
Romance - More of an imagined enjoyment than anything else really. William does not particularly care for books. Or so most people think. But at night he often stays up, reading some book about a knight in shining armor, saving a damsel in distress. It warms his heart, but it is his secret. He loves romance and the idea of love.
The Night - William has a strange fascination with the night. He has a hard time fully explaining why or how even. He simply loves the many aspects of it. Both the darkness to hide in and the moonlight to reveal a different him.

| Dislikes |

Noble arrogance - People oftentimes pretend they are somehow better than him simply because he's a bastard. Even those he can defeat in a fight somehow wear their bloodline as an armor for their honor. William hates those that feel they are better than him simply because they were born as a lord or lady.
Incompetence - Taken after his brother (and in part, after their shared father), William has a strong distaste for those who do not have what it takes. He will understand when someone admits they cannot do something, but he cannot bear the idea that someone screwed up knowing they couldn't do it.
Being limited - He's young and quite often had to hear he's not allowed to do something, simply because he's too young. The kid is certainly an adventurer and doesn't like being told he cannot do something simply because.
Dishonor - From a young age William was taught to honor his word. In fact, he only broke it twice. The second time he was severely punished. Since then he became a man of his word. Which means he cannot stand those who break their word. (Mind you, while he loathes to break his word, he seldom gives it too)
Slibah - Too many tales have been told. Too much blood was spent. Abhainn was wronged. Not just their founder. But every time someone died in the conflict, the kingdom was wounded. For that, there must be a reckoning. William hates the kingdom of Slibah. In fact, he hates everyone that is part of it.

| Fears |

Failing his Kingdom - Despite the fact that he is a bastard, William loves his country. In fact, he's willing to do everything (including dying), to protect it. One of his greatest fear is that he cannot protect the kingdom.
Being killed by a Slibah - A fear he dislikes to admit to. He knows there are people in the kingdom of Slibah that are better than him. And fears he doesn't have what it takes to take them on. Deep down he feels that he should, because he will have to be shield when things go south.

| Personality |

Young, spirited, troublesome, rude. Ask some people and you'll get one of those four. It is true that he's young and spirited. William has a tendency to do what he likes. Which doesn't always means he does what he's supposed to do. Noblemen etiquette are not really his thing. Unlike Maddox, he isn't particular spoiled or bratty. Instead, he simply takes what he wants. Sure he gets in trouble for it. But he doesn't really care. Furthermore, he can be dangerously unforgiving. Sure, he'll smile and take the hit. But he doesn't forget. Sadly for him, often times there is little he can actually do. So taking the hit becomes keeping it all inside. Until it, inevitably explodes and he goes off on his infamous bar crawls.

However, he is almost an entirely different person when it comes to his King. Towards the crown and throne, William shows another side of himself. He's patient, calm, loyal and competent. His king's word is law and he'll do whatever he is commanded. He has ambition, certainly. But not towards the throne. He knows he cannot rule. His place is on the battlefield, and he knows it.

| Background |

Being born as a bastard is, quite obviously, quite a bad start of one's life. What is worse is the fact that at the time Mrs. Pengrance committed adultery, she was still married to a local shopkeeper. Who did not nor ever knew of her and the king's relationship. When asked about the origin of the child, she admitted that she cheated on him but lied, claiming it was a guard's child. Not entirely a lie considering she did cheat with the guard as well. For a few years the family lived somewhat happy. The guard visited his "son" from time to time and paid to help raise him. The problem arose when the child grew older but bore no striking resemblance to himself. At least no physically. The kid did have a fighter's attitude though, which the guard liked. When confronting the wife, she confessed. The husband divorced her and died 4 years later of sickness. Never knowing the child he helped raise was the king's. The guard was rather dismayed over the whole ordeal. But still vowed to help raise him, as he started to like the child. When the child was old enough, he was taught how to fight. As it was the only thing the guard knew.

But then the king came. Rather hurt by the distance Maddox was taking, he adopted another bastard as his own; William. But William was not Maddox. He did not possess a love for chess, tactics or power games. Only with a sword in hand did William bare any resemblance but the king was far too old to teach him anything. This time it was the king that took distance from a child he could not truly call his own. William's time so close to his father's court was short and he cares little for it. Still, he grew up in the castle. He saw Maddox from time to time. He was everything William wanted to be. Great, strong, a good fighter and a true heir to the realm. Thus began William's far away fascination with the crown-prince.

He couldn't be taught by knights so he couldn't become a squire. Never the less he learned how to fight from other soldiers and hedge-knights. The master of the hunt often send him out into the woods to hunt out poachers in the winter. Some he killed, some he befriended. The stable master let him help around in exchange for horse riding lessons. In hunting, fighting and horse-riding William showed promise and talent. But in the arts of statecraft he was next to useless. He was 15 when his father died and it turned his life around. Suddenly he was accepted in the upper echelons of the court again. OUt of necessity he had to appear smarter by reading books so he read his favorites. He had to hunt with the nobles like a true prince and put them all to shame. Of course, by getting his hands dirty which was frowned upon. Either way, he grew up much the same way but just surrounded by more people of higher status. Now he has come of age and a prince. He wants to be there for the realm and his king. Even if he's but a footnote.

| Extra |

Bronze & Iron age.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers I've finished my prince of Abhainn! I hope you (and everyone else) like him.

Prince Willian of Abhainn

Prince Willian of Abhainn

_{{ ”I know who I am. I know what my duty is.” }}

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| Name |

William Uther Pengrance

| Nickname |

Shadow

| Age |

19

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Hetero

| Kingdom |

Abhainn

| Alliance |

The kingdom of Abhainn, more specifically with king Maddox

| In Depth Appearance |

At least a few sentences describing their general appearance, please.

| Habits |

Nightwalker - Plagued by nightmares and restless nights in his youth, Willian often wandered around the castle, gardens and streets. Falling in love with the silence of the night. It, in part, earned him his nickname: shadow. These days he walks around at night at his own volition.

| Hobbies |

Hunting - A great many nobles go out on horse with hounds, chase rabbits while laughing amongst each other. They even drink wine and call it hunting. Willian, a bastard, was never invited to these events. Nor did he want to go when he was younger, for he met other people. Poaching farmers taught him how to actually hunt. How to set traps, bait your prey and wait out days and days until you caught something. Further he learned how to gut various animals. Ranging from rabbit to deer.

Sword fighting - William is a very martial inclined youth. He likes the feel of a sword and the weight of his armor. Oftentimes he trains with the veteran knights in an attempt to improve himself. He certainly isn't bad, but he has much to learn. Something he only realizes half the time. Still, his talent is something of note.

Horse mastery - Horse-riding, a nobleman's sport, certainly but William is often as spirited as the horse he rides. Earning him some serious scolding of the stable master and his maids alike. Telling him he was reckless and dangerous. He is, but he's good at it. Not just the riding aspect. He understands the meaning of bloodlines and knows the importance of breed.

| Likes |

Drinking - The young lad takes after his half-brother in many ways. One of them is the excessive drinking. While a strong-willed swordfighter and a discipline hunter, William lacks such self-control when it comes to drinking. Young age might also be a factor. Never the less, as Maddox slowed down his drinking, William picked it up.
Thrill - Hunting, fighting, horse-riding. It's all towards a common goal: the thrill. He loves the sensation, the feel of his blood coursing through his veins. The simplexes of it all. It often puts him in danger but at the same time, he wouldn't be the person he is without his love for the thrill.
Tournaments - Being a bastard makes one's live somewhat "special". There are expectations of you, while you enjoy none of the advantages. He was not born with inherit prestige so William vowed to obtain it on his own. Tournaments are an obvious choice. The combination of thrill and the sense of being better than those born of noble blood make it even better. So far he participated in a few minor tourneys, each time excelling. Now he hopes he can climb the ladder and fight the best.
Romance - More of an imagined enjoyment than anything else really. William does not particularly care for books. Or so most people think. But at night he often stays up, reading some book about a knight in shining armor, saving a damsel in distress. It warms his heart, but it is his secret. He loves romance and the idea of love.
The Night - William has a strange fascination with the night. He has a hard time fully explaining why or how even. He simply loves the many aspects of it. Both the darkness to hide in and the moonlight to reveal a different him.

| Dislikes |

Noble arrogance - People oftentimes pretend they are somehow better than him simply because he's a bastard. Even those he can defeat in a fight somehow wear their bloodline as an armor for their honor. William hates those that feel they are better than him simply because they were born as a lord or lady.
Incompetence - Taken after his brother (and in part, after their shared father), William has a strong distaste for those who do not have what it takes. He will understand when someone admits they cannot do something, but he cannot bear the idea that someone screwed up knowing they couldn't do it.
Being limited - He's young and quite often had to hear he's not allowed to do something, simply because he's too young. The kid is certainly an adventurer and doesn't like being told he cannot do something simply because.
Dishonor - From a young age William was taught to honor his word. In fact, he only broke it twice. The second time he was severely punished. Since then he became a man of his word. Which means he cannot stand those who break their word. (Mind you, while he loathes to break his word, he seldom gives it too)
Slibah - Too many tales have been told. Too much blood was spent. Abhainn was wronged. Not just their founder. But every time someone died in the conflict, the kingdom was wounded. For that, there must be a reckoning. William hates the kingdom of Slibah. In fact, he hates everyone that is part of it.

| Fears |

Failing his Kingdom - Despite the fact that he is a bastard, William loves his country. In fact, he's willing to do everything (including dying), to protect it. One of his greatest fear is that he cannot protect the kingdom.
Being killed by a Slibah - A fear he dislikes to admit to. He knows there are people in the kingdom of Slibah that are better than him. And fears he doesn't have what it takes to take them on. Deep down he feels that he should, because he will have to be shield when things go south.

| Personality |

Young, spirited, troublesome, rude. Ask some people and you'll get one of those four. It is true that he's young and spirited. William has a tendency to do what he likes. Which doesn't always means he does what he's supposed to do. Noblemen etiquette are not really his thing. Unlike Maddox, he isn't particular spoiled or bratty. Instead, he simply takes what he wants. Sure he gets in trouble for it. But he doesn't really care. Furthermore, he can be dangerously unforgiving. Sure, he'll smile and take the hit. But he doesn't forget. Sadly for him, often times there is little he can actually do. So taking the hit becomes keeping it all inside. Until it, inevitably explodes and he goes off on his infamous bar crawls.

However, he is almost an entirely different person when it comes to his King. Towards the crown and throne, William shows another side of himself. He's patient, calm, loyal and competent. His king's word is law and he'll do whatever he is commanded. He has ambition, certainly. But not towards the throne. He knows he cannot rule. His place is on the battlefield, and he knows it.

| Background |

Being born as a bastard is, quite obviously, quite a bad start of one's life. What is worse is the fact that at the time Mrs. Pengrance committed adultery, she was still married to a local shopkeeper. Who did not nor ever knew of her and the king's relationship. When asked about the origin of the child, she admitted that she cheated on him but lied, claiming it was a guard's child. Not entirely a lie considering she did cheat with the guard as well. For a few years the family lived somewhat happy. The guard visited his "son" from time to time and paid to help raise him. The problem arose when the child grew older but bore no striking resemblance to himself. At least no physically. The kid did have a fighter's attitude though, which the guard liked. When confronting the wife, she confessed. The husband divorced her and died 4 years later of sickness. Never knowing the child he helped raise was the king's. The guard was rather dismayed over the whole ordeal. But still vowed to help raise him, as he started to like the child. When the child was old enough, he was taught how to fight. As it was the only thing the guard knew.

But then the king came. Rather hurt by the distance Maddox was taking, he adopted another bastard as his own; William. But William was not Maddox. He did not possess a love for chess, tactics or power games. Only with a sword in hand did William bare any resemblance but the king was far too old to teach him anything. This time it was the king that took distance from a child he could not truly call his own. William's time so close to his father's court was short and he cares little for it. Still, he grew up in the castle. He saw Maddox from time to time. He was everything William wanted to be. Great, strong, a good fighter and a true heir to the realm. Thus began William's far away fascination with the crown-prince.

He couldn't be taught by knights so he couldn't become a squire. Never the less he learned how to fight from other soldiers and hedge-knights. The master of the hunt often send him out into the woods to hunt out poachers in the winter. Some he killed, some he befriended. The stable master let him help around in exchange for horse riding lessons. In hunting, fighting and horse-riding William showed promise and talent. But in the arts of statecraft he was next to useless. He was 15 when his father died and it turned his life around. Suddenly he was accepted in the upper echelons of the court again. OUt of necessity he had to appear smarter by reading books so he read his favorites. He had to hunt with the nobles like a true prince and put them all to shame. Of course, by getting his hands dirty which was frowned upon. Either way, he grew up much the same way but just surrounded by more people of higher status. Now he has come of age and a prince. He wants to be there for the realm and his king. Even if he's but a footnote.

| Extra |

Bronze & Iron age.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@HushedWhispers I'd take the Prince of Abhainn spot if that's still possible.

EDIT: Just noticed a prince can't be older than 17. Which is a bit of a shame. I was hoping to make a brother to Maddox (half-brother, technically). Would that still be accepted?

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

Hi! I read this RP's character sheets need to be done by 27/07. Can I still join in or am I too late?

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Alexis Farreacher

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Location: Callie's Car

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Interacting with: Callie Lenson_@Caits

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“We can shapeshift!?” There was clear excitement in her voice. She knew magic was powerful, but that powerful!? It felt like a whole new world of possibilities opened up to her. Could she be a bird!? Or a wolf! Maybe she could transform into a cat! She wanted to try it soon enough. Maybe Callie would teach her. Or the Grimoire. Then again, maybe neither would deem her read for it yet. Never the less, she would have a lot of fun with that one soon enough.

When Callie stept in the car, she had some sort of look on her face. Something of powerless worry. A look most adults often describe as ‘nothing’. But Alexis wasn’t a just a child anymore and she had used ‘nothing’ far too often in the past. Of course, right now Alexis knew full well what the problem was. The tension was almost sensible inside. She guessed Sombra’s mother would arrive soon enough. Another reason to get out as quickly as possible. But Callie probably wouldn’t want her place to get thrown up. Would Sombra even be capable of that? Or Myra. Alexis didn’t even know them all that well. But Sombra certainly did have an intensity about her. And she was a werewolf. Right now, Alexis sort of shared Callie’s concern.

The talk returned to the wolf again. It had often been the subject of a lot of discussion in the last 24 hours. “Do you really think he –it, is so dangerous?” Alexis asked. Swiftly realizing she actually didn’t know anything about werewolves in the first place. “I mean, do werewolves do that often?” She might as well learn a thing or two about those beats. “Because I’d like to learn a thing or two about them.” Not just for her own good. “It might come in handy in school. I mean, half my class is probably going to be a supernatural at this rate.” She chuckled at her own remark. “Maybe someday I can help them like you’re helping me.” As she buckled her seatbelt, she realized that this was her life now. It had changed literally over day. Yesterday she would have gone to school. Now she would learn magic from an actual witch.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

I'd claim the following land (the big, ugly, purple blob) in the east for my faction if that's okay with everyone:

My land

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Are there any Justinian factions yet? I want to make a Yuwanist faction though it would seem we have a few of those already.