Lionhearted

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

░[̲̅L]𝔞𝔡𝔶 ░[̲̅A]𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

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Location; The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; Sir Chester (NPC), Jetta (NPC), Future Queen Julianna Hardin(@HushedWhispers)

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Drops of sweat fell from Alice's sore, overworked arms, and from her various spots along her face and chest. Though the sword still feels, per usual, as an extension of her arm, the weight became more apparent as the harsh sparring would continue. The room grew silent from grunts and the clashing of their blades, save for the panting that the two, Chester and Alice, were releasing endlessly. It was only after a few short rounds that Alice finally seized the match,"Stop!". Alice dropped her arm to her side and proceeded to the servant that stood in the same, presentable position for the entirety of the long match holding out a small towel for Alice's use. Alice grabbed the towel and patted the sweat from her body, finally releasing her grip from the, now heavy, longsword to give it to the servant.

"Are you alright, Lady Alice?" Chester questioned from the other end of the room as he dealt with his equipment,"You were fighting more -- forcefully, than you usually would. Something on your mind?"

Alice winced as she removed her worn gloves, eying her shaking, rough hands to see the familiar blisters and calluses that became more severe from the match that seemed to have lasted all day,"I was merely just letting out some built-up anger. It is nothing, Sir Chester, you need not worry." She began to stretch out her fingers to try to bring back the usual comfort of her hands while exiting with a smile and a sincere voice,"Thank you for the match, but we'll have to save the conversation for next time -- I'm late."

"Wait!" Sir Chester exclaimed abruptly as Alice halted and looked over her shoulder to Sir Chester. He continued, hesitantly, with a stern, yet heartfelt tone,"I heard she returned -- I heard Lady Amaryllis has-."

"Yes, she is back. I'm not sure for how long, but what you heard is correct," Alice interrupted coldly,"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for the 'celebration'." Alice emphasized celebration, indicating her disinterest in the event and what it commemorates.

Alice proceeded to her room to prepare for the celebration that was explained to be a masquerade. Her mind trailed to Sir Chester and the history they shared, containing nothing more than just sparring and a trusted friendship. It was proven that Sir Chester still remembered the feud Alice and Amaryllis indulged in, and that word travels fast in this kingdom. During the dramatic time of the rivalry, Alice expressed many of her opinions to both Jetta, her maid, and Sir Chester, her sparring partner. Though Sir Chester doesn't know the majority of the details, he still is well-aware that the relationship between the two ladies was a very hostile one -- primarily on Alice's side.

Alice finally reached her room in which Jetta, and a few other maids were running around to perform any last-minute alterations. Thread, fabric, and clothes scattered along the bed, and an abundance of makeup was laid out on the vanity. Jetta looked relieved that Alice finally returned to her chambers,"You're going to be late, my lady!"

Alice sat rather insensibly at her vanity and let the flustering maids tend to her as they usually would, occasionally looking into the mirror to see what look they were giving her; an even skin-tone, light blush and eyeliner, and a dash of shimmer along her cheekbones. Her hair, left curly and natural, but brushed carefully to let it fall nicely. She didn't doubt their abilities, but she always loved to see the process. In this moment, Alice let her mind ease by taking a few deep breaths, trusting in their great ability to beautify her appearance, but seeming to have increasing apathy towards the rest of the night. Alice was rushed to get ready, though she still looked just as spectacular had they had more time. She slipped on a black and red dress that was embroidered with beautiful lace patterns that had an alluring, revealing concept. Alice paired the dress with a matching mask that had mild traces of glitter and a lovely design. Alice was sure to give her maids a kind thank you, though she didn't dwell long enough to really admire herself and have her regular vain moment.

Alice was soon welcomed into a beautifully decorated ballroom full of a plethora food, beverages, and unfamiliar faces, causing a small, foreign feeling of anxiety to form in the pit of her stomach. Amidst the boastful crowd, the clinking of dishes and glasses, and the servants already rushing to maintain a comfortable and cheerful environment, there was a recognizable woman dressed in pink that formed a faint expression of distaste. The figure was none other than the future queen -- elegant, youthful, and stunning. Alice took a confident deep breath before approaching her slowly, dismissing her rising disdain to properly execute a pleasant conversation, hoping to befriend the woman for the sake of any future schemes.

Alice performed a sincere, respectful curtsy as she greeted the future queen,"It seems as though you've made quite the entrance, your majesty." With the vague statement, it could imply that her beauty stunned the Abhainnians, or King Jack's hostile act devastated them instead. Alice lifted herself from the curtsy to stand in with good posture, adjusting her flowing, curling hair to fall over her shoulder. "I suppose the rumors are very true, your beauty does exceed the already high expectations we had," Alice complimented,"I do hope that Abhainn is welcoming you to your liking. We definitely do not want to disappoint."

Alice reached over for a glass of red wine that was laid out, taking a sip from the beautiful chalice before a rush of memories entered her mind from the familiar taste. The wine was one of the finest of Abhainn, one in particular that was fond of Alice and Lady Amaryllis from commonly drinking it with her now-enemy. Alice blinked rapidly for a second to bring herself back to the conversation,"So how do you like your new home in comparison to Slibah?"

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

Wait, so in addition to the joint post, you'll be making another with a time skip to the celebration? Or are we posting about prepping for the celebration?

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

Sorry for the delay! Been traveling a lot, will probably get back to ya'll tomorrow or tonight!

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

I'm interested. I'll cook up an application later tonight or tomorrow.

@Leaves

Sweet! I look forward to your character~

Take your time on your characters ya'll! I've been rather busy so I'm in no particular rush, plus, I want you guys to carefully craft them so you enjoy playing as these characters!

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

Tristan and Kirukio

Tristan Halsar /// Kirukio

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“Underestimating me was your first mistake.”

H U M A N O V E R V I E W

✿ N A M E
Tristan Halsar

✿ F A C T I O N
The Chinese

✿ A G E
21

✿ G E N D E R
Male

✿ A P P E A R A N C E
Tristan typically has a traditional Chinese sword on him as well as a book and several vial attached to his waist. His hair is a silky smooth greyish white and his eyes a sharp yellow. His build is rather slim and stands at five foot six inches tall. He has two particularly sharp front teeth and he often wears a light brown cloak.

✿ P E R S O N A L I T Y
Tristan can be a bit condescending and rather sarcastic at times though he's more well known for his silver tongue. He enjoys a being tested so he seeks battles of skill rather than brute Force. When you've earned his friendship he is one of the kindest and most loyal people you will know. He's a bit of a scholar and alchemist.

✿ B A C K G R O U N D

Tristan was never really one who cared all too much about war though he did love fighting. His main talents lie elsewhere in putting together various mixtures be they poisons, soothing tinctures, or flammable materials. Such is to be expected of one raised by a traditional Chinese medicine man though he himself has sought to separate him from those traditional methods and discover new ways to go about making mixtures. Just because he's knowledgeable in many things does not mean he cannot fight. He's was trained with the higher class samurai so his swordplay is nearly on par with his alchemy.

M A M O D O

✿ T Y P E
Archer

✿ A P P E A R A N C E
She has the appearance of a little girl adorned with wings and various feathers spread across her body. She has brilliant blue eyes and beautiful silver hair.


✿ P E R S O N A L I T Y
Though she appears innocent she is a cold and calculated individual. She can be nice to those she likes however to most she is very condescending and looks down on them. She thinks of her self as better than most and has a tendency to laugh at those in poor situations.

✿ B A C K G R O U N D
Though she has told that her reason for wanting to be King is to bring about a new lasting age of peace and enjoyment of the finer things in life she has kept most of her history a secret.

✿ S P E L L S
Jach Teruk- Fires off four feathers at high speed from a long range. Each individual feather can be fired at once or over the course of a few seconds. The feathers have sharp piercing and cutting abilities better than most arrows of the age.

Lonz Inkierdor- Strengthens the density of the feathers on her wings allowing them to be used as a tough shield or a heavy close range blunt weapon.

@Natsume Honnaji

I like the character, although very concise with the descriptions, but that's okay! Go ahead and place your CS in the character tab!

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

Ozwyn and Luc

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O Z W Y N /// L U C

“It's all just a game of chess, and I am the best at it.”

H U M A N O V E R V I E W

_{✿ N A M E}

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Ozwyn Osteler

_{✿ F A C T I O N}

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The English

_{✿ A G E}

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18

_{✿ G E N D E R}

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Male

_{✿ A P P E A R A N C E}

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Ozwyn is a attractive young male with light brown hair blue eyes. He is 5 feet and 11 inches tall, and he has what we know as a lean runners build. Ozwyn has a boyish smile, and natural glow around him that you can only find in nobility. The only blemish he has is a scar going down his right eye.

_{✿ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Ozwyn treats life as if it were a game, and everyone is playing. He is not one to take most things seriously, whether it be his responsibilities or the life of others, to him everyone is subject to the rules of his games. He is a very selfish man and does not look out for more than his own interest, he does have a weakness for pretty things or things he deems "imperfectly perfect". Ozwyn has a softer side that he has shown to no one but his older sister, the only "perfect" thing in the world to him.

He is not cruel or a savage, never has he gone out of his way to hurt someone else, but if they where to get in the way of his game or just so happen to be his next target, he will not hesitate to cut hem down to get what he wants. Ozwyn's obsession with perfection goes to his very core being, he likes to get as close to it as possible but not completely perfect because then its not real. Whether it be the perfect death, deal, life, weapon, woman or man, it makes no difference to him as long as said person place or thing can reach his standards he will accept it. He takes this mentality and forms his chess playing style around it, making moves that are imperfectly perfect are what lead to his usual victory. Ozwyn thinks you should live life attempting to obtain perfection and always produce results that come close to it.

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Ozwyn grew up in British nobility, his mother was a duchess and is father a duke close relatives to the main royal family. He only has a older sister, and being the youngest he was spoiled. The castle they lived in was in the northern English lands where t was colder and rained a lot more. His sister is 5 years his senior and is known as angle in the flesh, Ozwyn was no different. When he was born his father and mother received many complements on making such fine children, and that it was such a shame they could not have anymore.

Growing up in the luxury of nobility might lead you to think he was a spoiled brat but that's not true, his mother taught him the true worth of happiness and his father taught him the worth of a blade, and both would attempt him to raise him into a fine night and a good man. Some would say they failed and some would say they achieved their goal.

His changed started when he was 10, he learned to play the game of chess from one of his teachers and had a knack for it. He got so good at it that he would attend parties and celebrations among other nobles and beat every man in the room at the game, it was in his victories that he realized something that would change him forever: the "games" his mother and father played where exactly the same as chess and that life could be lived that way. So as he got older he would live out his life as if it was a game of chess, a never ending game where he was the ultimate winner. It was his older sister who further cultivated this mind set, she encouraged him to be a winner and to only think about himself in the process.

Today the house of Osteler is down a family member, the death of their mother did not hit them as hard as it did their father who became a drunkard. With war at the boarders of the English lands, Ozwyn is expected to dawn his family armor and wield his blade for battle especially after the discovery of his mamodo.

M A M O D O

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Dark

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Luc takes the appearance out a 11 year old boy with a thick scale plated tail and horns that glow at the end with a different color based on his emotion. From his slender frame, pale skin, and white hair to his silver eyes, many might think he was a young horned girl but in fact he is male. Luc stands at 5 feet 2 inches, and looks like a child.

Luc

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Luc on the out side seems devoid of emotion but it is just his lack of know how. He does not know how properly to show his emotions, so instead he uses colors shapes and writings to get his point across. Luc is a very simple man, who does not want for much but a friend. He is like any average teenager with no friends or family at all, lonely and wanting. This causes him to be overly nice to almost anyone he meets, but that is only so you get a good first impression of him, when he gets comfortable around you he stops walking on eggshells and becomes lighthearted and a jokester.

_{✿ B A C K G R O U N D}

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Luc was raised in a poor orphanage in the Mamodo World. While the other kids would run around and play games, filling their time with laughter and joy, Luc would be left out and shunned for being "weird". Luc does not know how to talk so instead he would use colors shapes and writings to get his point across. As he got older and started to go to school it got even worse. The other mamodo would talk about him and make fun of him all the time because he could not speak and this only further caused to want a friend.

Luc came to terms with the fact that he was hated by his kind, so when the war for the next Mamodo King came about he was one of the ones chosen to participate,not only because he has a good heart and natural skill as a fighter, but also because it would give him a chance to find the friend he always wanted. Luc believes that if he were to become king he could help those who grew up in situation similar to his, he fights for the poor and the misunderstood.

_{✿ S P E L L S}

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• Shadow Sphere: Makes a sphere out of complete darkness that can be thrown slammed and shaped into a sword. Luc can only control three at a time and he will throw them at high speeds. They weigh the same as a full suit of armor.
• Dark Wall: Luc summons a wall of darkness that he can either leave and one location or make smaller and wear as a shield.

@Queentze

Love your character! If you could find a way to involve the spell nomenclature that I listed then that would be wonderful~! Afterwards, you may place your character, well characters, in the Character Tab!

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I finally posted!

Also @Filthy Mudblood I love you and our feud, but I'm so proud of the petty comeback I created~!

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

░[̲̅L]𝔞𝔡𝔶 ░[̲̅A]𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

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Location; The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; Lady Amaryllis Ward(@Filthy Mudblood), Prince William Pengrance(@Legion02)

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Alice turned to Lady Amaryllis to give her a cold stare, though she wasn't looking in the direction of Alice. Regardless, she hoped that her eyes pierced through like daggers, into her admired beauty and poised presence to reach her cold heart that Alice pictured so carefully. Despite the long years that fell between the previous meeting of the two rivals that now appear to be rekindling the flame that was left barren, Alice was still familiar with some of the mannerisms that Amaryllis presented in this short meeting. Alice knew all-to-well of Lady Amaryllis' confident idiosyncrasy, resulting in the loud snicker Alice let out in response to her comment. She rubbed her fingers together harshly, callused from excessive swordplay, in an attempt to relieve herself of building anger instead of coming up with a witty comeback.

Alice snickered once more durring Amaryllis' next statement, replying just before she finished speaking,"Oh please." She followed with a chuckle,"You speak as if you still know the endeavors of this court, should I remind you of your long absence?" Alice began to raise her voice, paying no mind to the glance of the future Queen that could've observed the tension,"Do not talk unknowingly so soon after your arrival, you may just get yourself into a mess you're not prepared for. As a matter of fact --."

Alice was interrupted by the appearance of the Prince, taking a deep breath to extinguish the rising anger, feeling her racing heart settle down to it's normal rhythm. She felt as if this interruption happened for a reason to perhaps prevent Alice from continuing to speak brashly. Nevertheless, she was grateful that the occurrence halted. In the end, Amaryllis was right about Alice -- her feelings towards the King had not changed since the day she left, or even since the days of their friendship. Her affection towards the King still remained one-sided, having no changes in it's course in the time of Amaryllis' absence. The extent of their relationship was that of good friends. Furthermore, the compliment he gave to the Queen in waiting did bother Alice.

The scent of blood and sweat from a returning huntsman filled the air and Alice had no doubts that it was Prince William. Alice saw this as an opportunity to leave the conversation and dismiss herself from the arrival that turned into an unexpected predicament for her. Although, before leaving, her angry nature brought out another petty comment,"Your Highness," Alice paused to give him a brief bow,"I apologize, but I do have some matter to attend to before preparing for tonight's celebration. I do hope your hunt went well. Although I don't think it's over yet, it seems as though a filthy animal found it's way into the Kingdom. Perhaps you should slay it before things get out of hand," she eyed Amaryllis discreetly with that. "Your Highness," she bowed once more and smiled to him before turning to her re-established enemy with sneer,"Lady Amaryllis." Alice turned to return to her chambers.

However Amaryllis would reply, Alice would ignore it and proceed on, storming into her room as she began to pace back and forth. Alice looked over to Jetta, Alice's trusted maid, that seemed to still be making the bed and tidying up the room. "Jetta, did you send word to the practice grounds that I will be arriving?"

Jetta nodded, giving a confused look as she straightened out the thick blankets of the large bed,"I would think the arrival would last longer. You seem angered, did something happen?"

Alice stopped in her tracks to express dreadfully with a cold, angry tone in her voice,"She has returned." Jetta's confused expression lingered as Alice elaborated in a softer, devastating tone, as if she were speaking to herself to accept the realism of it all,"Lady Amaryllis has returned." Alice repeated it once more,"Lady Amaryllis has returned to this court."

A moment of silence wedged it's way into the conversation. Jetta was well aware of the drama and rivalry that Alice and Amaryllis had, as well as the friendship that they experienced, being a common listener to Alice's opinions of Amaryllis. Jetta also knew what to do and say to make Alice feel more at ease, though sometimes she needn't say anything since Alice becomes more gathered once she expresses her bottled up frustration. Jetta finally spoke up,"Well, is she here to stay? What did she say to you?"

"I don't know," Alice replied. "Everything happened so fast and I was too shocked to act reasonably. Jetta -- why am I like this? Why does she have such an impact on me?"

Alice generally doesn't act irrationally when in predicaments, Amaryllis being the only individual that could really set off Alice and cause her to become angered so quickly and easily. Alice proceeded to the vanity and sat comfortably for Jetta to promptly undo her pin and begin braiding her hair. Jetta quickly came up with a response to answer Alice's question in a way that would calm her,"Sometimes we cannot control the effects that others have on us. Lady Amaryllis maybe a foe of yours, but when we are faced with an enemy that knows us best, we become vulnerable -- groundless even. She knows how to get under your skin, but by showing that you'll only give her what she wants."

As Jetta finished up her hair, Alice proceeded to put on her gown she wore exclusively for her swordplay practice while agreeing to Jetta's advice,"Perhaps you're right." Jetta began to lace up the back of Alice's gown as Alice spoke genuinely,"Thank you, Jetta."

A heart-felt smile formed on Jetta's face as she answered,"Of course."

Alice left Jetta to finish cleaning her chambers as she sauntered her way to the practice grounds and made her way into a room that hosted the majority of her practices with various opponents that were assigned to her. Although, the majority of them go easy on her for the sake of the difference in status -- it would be unwise to slash whole-heartedly at a noble, despite Alice's desire for them to do so. The room had bare walls, with small windows to let in a gentle amount of sunlight and racks of equipment that are ready for use. A servant welcomed Alice in as he offered the sword that Alice was very familiar with. She took it softly and presented herself in front of an already bowing individual with recognizable, exquisite armor. As he lifted his head to reveal his identity to Alice, she was left with a smile of relief at the sight of a good friend. Wavy, brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a smile that was very contagious could not have belonged to any other individual other than Sir Chester, a renowned knight that often serves as the Kings guard from his excellent battle performance. Not only does he serve as a loyal knight, but he is also the trainer of Alice, though he is more lenient on her than the regular knights in training.

"Shall we?" Alice spoke, feeling no need for a proper introduction as she raised her blade to assume a fighting stance.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

So sorry for the delay! I'm headed to the airport today and I'll hopefully be able to get a post while I'm waiting for my flight.

Also, this scenario reminds me of a Korean Drama I watched called Empress Ki where everyone hates her. But she ends up becoming a really great leader and everyone loves her. Who knows how this'll turn out though~!

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

So sorry for the delay you guys! Been hella busy with traveling! I'll get back to ya'll asap~!