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A RP Inspired by "Lords and Ladies of the Court" by Innovative Engimas

In 1534 Britain, Henry the Eighth has died in a roughly successful campaign in France. Defending the English occupied France from its late king, in a series of gruesome battles of attrition, Henry VIII, King of England, died before returning home of sweating sickness, just as his mother and father had before him. Thus his current wife, Anne, is proclaimed Queen, making their only child, Elizabeth heir to the throne above all. Crowned with mixed hopes of the people for the new queen, since the Protestantism has taken various roots in the country from German bishops, threatening to shake the vary island to its foundations. The widowed queen to the throne under bombardment to find a spouse, pending on the religion that will shape the very future of England. Many do not trust this widow Queen, rumors of her being a Witch circling through court, but she is as beautiful and charming as ever. Perhaps this young, dark Queen will be able to do as none have done before her.

Note: This is a politics based roleplay where cheating, lying, backstabbing and down right low down nonsense will either get you ahead or lose your head. Various positions are open, I will reserve judgment on the sheets pending on what you have written. You could be a lowly knight and rise to a duke or a scandalous man of the cloth. Ladies while not having to much 'Official' power can court, tempt and/or marry important figures to influence and get what you need.



Titled:
Anne Tudor, Anne Boleyn, Marquess of Pembroke, Queen of England, France and Lady of Ireland

Age: 26 years of age

Bio/Personality:
Anne was the daughter of Thomas Boleyn, 1st Earl of Wiltshire, and his wife, Lady Elizabeth Howard, and was educated in the Netherlands and France, largely as a maid of honour to Claude of France. She returned to England in early 1522, to marry her Irish cousin James Butler, 9th Earl of Ormond; the marriage plans ended in failure and she secured a post at court as maid of honour to Henry VIII's wife, Catherine of Aragon.

Early in 1523 there was a secret betrothal between Anne and Henry Percy, son of the 5th Earl of Northumberland. In January 1524, Cardinal Thomas Wolsey broke the betrothal, Anne was sent back home to Hever Castle, and Percy was married to Lady Mary Talbot, to whom he had been betrothed since adolescence. In February/March 1526, Henry VIII began his pursuit of Anne. She resisted his attempts to seduce her, refusing to become his mistress – which her sister Mary had been. It soon became the one absorbing object of Henry's desires to annul his marriage to Queen Catherine so he would be free to marry Anne. When it became clear that Pope Clement VII would not annul the marriage, the breaking of the power of the Catholic Church in England began. In 1532, Henry granted her the Marquessate of Pembroke.

Henry and Anne married on 25 January 1533. On 23 May 1533, Thomas Cranmer declared Henry and Catherine's marriage null and void; five days later, he declared Henry and Anne's marriage to be good and valid. Shortly afterwards, the Pope decreed sentences of excommunication against Henry and Cranmer. As a result of this marriage and these excommunications, the first break between the Church of England and Rome took place and the Church of England was brought under the King's control. Anne was crowned Queen of England on 1 June 1533. On 7 September, she gave birth to the future Queen Elizabeth I, whose gender disappointed Henry. He was not entirely discouraged, for he said that a son would surely follow and professed to love Elizabeth.

Yet as war broke out with France, he left quickly and said to of brought his mistress with him to battle. After the campaign, the sweating sickness took hold and carried him to fast yet painful death. Anne, seemingly bitter at her husband's constant and recent rejection, shed tears only before the people. Her daughter, Elizabeth, was sent to her own personal manor, to be governed and raised over by a relative. And thus Queen Anne of Britain reigns over all her husband had once ruled over.




I have never had better opinions of woman than I had of her. — Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, Anne Boleyn’s pastor and Boleyn family friend.

For her behaviour, manners, attire and tongue she excelled them all. — Lancelot de Carles

Her excellent grace and behaviour — George Cavendish, usher to Cardinal Wolsey, when explaining why Anne stood out from the rest of women at court.

She (Anne) knew perfectly how to sing and dance…to play the lute and other instruments. — Lancelot de Carles

Imbued with as many outward good qualities in playing on instruments, singing, and such other courtly graces, as few women were of her time. — William Thomas

I find her so bright and pleasant for her young age that I am more beholden to you for sending her to me than you are to me. — Archduchess Margaret of Austria, who trained Anne as a maid of honour in her household.

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As for plot it would be the French monarchy going against Queen Anne and an inner turmoil, since Anne has a mixed review from most people in court. Some many are enchanted, others abhor her. Some women find her angelic, others find her to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Britain is being slashed in two between Protestant and Catholics, those who support her and those who disclaim her as a false queen, not sanctioned by the Pope and Catholic church. Some think she might have hexed ,cursed or poisoned the previous queen, though she denies any involvement. So how shall you, the peers take sides? Are you for the strong and generous Queen Anne, or are you forever loyal to the Catholic Church. Or perhaps you are French as wish to take back you lands, in the name of your own King. Choose wisely, for whomever does not, they might mysteriously die, just as the previous queen did, or parish as the late king and his mistress were said to of. Is Anne a witch or a woman of power? And will France be in her graces for much longer? This is for the politic and fate to decide.



DUKE/Duchess
Address: "Your Grace"

MARQUESS(Marquis)/Lady Marquess
Address: "Your Grace"

EARL/Countess
Address: "Your Excellency"

VISCOUNT/Viscountess
Address: "Your Excellency"

BARON/Baroness
Address: "Your Excellency"

BARONET
Address: "Sir, Lady or Dame"

KNIGHT (LORD/Lady)
Address: "Sir, Lady or Dame"

CHURCH POSITIONS

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Ella was gardening, singing tunelessly as she did so, enjoying the feeling of cool dirt on her hands and the smell of lush grass. She lived next to a woman with a red hood, but she had been so into her gardening she had forgotten to say hello. Looking up and rubbing the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, she didn't even notice the dirt smearing across her porcelain skin. Man who lived here now were considered very beautiful, each a flower in their own way. But Ella... she was someone else's idea of beauty. The only thing striking about her were her large doe brown eyes that seemed to glow gold in the sunlight.... oh and maybe her pretty pale feet, but she liked wearing feminine boots since the whole fiancee fiasco. But Ella was content in her body. She didn't mind if others thought her plain. The eyes were the windows to the soul, right? Better to have a few things pretty, than none at all. Looking up at the window of her neighbor, she stood and walked over to lean slightly against her white picket fence.

"Good afternoon, Miss Red Hood," her voice was cheerful and clear like the chime of a pleasing pipe, "Have you settled in nicely?"

Phillip was starting to get a very irritating feeling that this frail and shy girl wasn't all "she" seemed to be. Looking to him for help? From Ella? No female alive would be this much trouble, he was sure. And it irritated him further that if this "she" really was a "he", that "he" was getting too much special attention from Ella. It was childish and Gods knew he would never admit to it, but he might be feeling, just a tiny, tiny tiny bit...jealous. His silver eyes flashed looking at the frail and flustered "girl".

"I could always do it," his voice was smooth but cold, silky and polite, but with an edge, like a blade, "I won't be as gentle as Ella, but it'll be over real fast."

"Phillip! Be nice! She is jus' shy and all yu are going to do is scare her," Ella scolded him, before smiling gently down at the other girl, "Calm... calm, dearling, no need to make it worse on yourself." She lifted the girl's blouse just a bit, sliding her hand up, but only touching the area the girl seemed to be hurting from. "This vill only last a moment, but you must calm down. T'vill only last longer if you panic."

Phillip frowned, glaring forwards, not wanting to look at such a scene. So when Ella started the healing song, Phillip ended up joining her to make sure it went faster. She sang quickly too, as most did during the healing song, especially when the other was in pain. It was a song to help mend small wounds by giving a bit of your power to the other person through certain herbs. Prince Phillip had ice magic, so he wasn't suited for actually preforming a healing song, but added voice always help speed up the process for some reason. It was magic, so what did anyone really know about the ways it worked? As long as Ella did have to touch who he suspected might be a flustered disappeared prince for too long.


When they were done, Ella removed her hands and brushed the girl's bloused down swiftly.
"It may ache a bit, but I hope that helped," she said cheerfully. Phillip turned on his heel and bent down, staring right into the "girl's" eyes, his own narrowing.
"What is your name, Miss?" he said slowly, his sharp eyes gleaming like ice, "I don't believe you mentioned it." Ella smacked him on the back of the head.
"I said be nice, Phillip," she said sternly, "T'is is vhy you have problems vith making friends."



Phillip nodded, the looked on his face almost gentle, "Rest easy now, Carter," he said gently, yet strongly, "You did the best you could. Let us take care of the rest." He looked to the Duck. "You should take him to Ella, Syn," he said softly, "She can mend some of his minor wounds and at least ease his pain, so he can recover."

Looking up at James and Red, he stood and ran a hand through his hair. "You two should go somewhere safe," he said softly, "Some of my warriors will be here soon, as well as a few... 'friends'. It may get rough here and I don't want anyone else to be hurt." He looked at the pair. "Unless of course you'd feel better defending your freedom. Then the more the merrier. I have to... prepare as well." He looked a bit agonized when he said that final sentence, but he cast the other a rather genuine and sorrowful smile. "Prepare yourselves. This might get messy."

He strode off with that.




Phillip snorted and smirked. "I see you're not squealing over some silly grubs from the ground," he gave a toothy grin, "or are you? ELLA!"

The ground rumbled and then giant roots split the ground open. Worms, grubs and beetles went flying through the air and landed all over Charles. The ice Phillip had sent up from the ground, shielded him. He stomped a foot on the ground and ice spurt out, like a virus, seeking the dragon's warmth. It grew up the monster's legs and Phillip swung his large blade, sending millions of shards of ice headed right for the dragon.

Ella was still stringing up lizards, crushing them, impaling them, tearing them apart. All with a smile on her face. Nymph Ella was more animal than human. A creature of dark impulses and desires. Like all nymphs.

Phillip scoffed and rolled his red eyes. "Some Prince," he muttered with a smirk, glaring at Charles. The pint sized Prince in a Princess's body made a comment about him being a pervert and her turned pink with anger.

"ARGH WILL YOU SHUT IT?!" he growled at Karin, "I'M BUSY DOING SOMETHING USEFUL!"

Ell awoke with the mention of Charles, but this Ella looked different. Her golden brown doe eyes were glowing a harsh gold, the pupils in slits. Slowly, as if possessed she stood up from her chair.
"Dragon...hybrid..." her voice was a mixture of two voice, one the Ella's and the other a animalistic Ella, "Tastes good with a side of twinlings...." The monstrous nymph creature hissed and grinned.

Phillip nodded once, his demon warriors beginning to calmly yet brutally take down Charles's numerous lackeys. The Ice Demon drew his giant sword and pointed it at the monster Charles with a grin.

"You've never seen real battle before, Charming," he chuckled, "Not demon battle anyway."

The creature that had once been Ella noticed Ariel and her comrades join in and she hissed. The plants around her house shuddered and shivered before lashing out and weaving up and around Charles. More plants joined in, some even from Charles's aunt's yard.

"Give into me, dragon thing," she hissed gleefully, "and maybe I'll eat you quickly!"

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Name: His Highness High Prince Phillip Whillam Alexander van Vildenrosa III, Phillip the Dragon Slayer, Phillip the Ice Hearted
Age: 21
Gender: male
Species: half blood ice demon
Powers/Abilities: Highly intelligent and has powers of ice
Fairytale: Sleeping Beauty

Part in Story: the Prince
History: *ahem* "Is this thing one? Good. Listen well because I will not repeat myself. That foolish tale the Normies made into a Disney movie is absolute rubbish. I was not nor never will be in love with Aurora. Yes, we were to be wed at one point. That was till I found out how much trouble she could cause. Did I save her from an eternity of sleep and a dragon. Well, yes and not. An eternity of sleep was more an eternity frozen in a block of ice, alive yet unable to move or speak. Such fate would cause one to go insane by the way. Are you paying attention? Any how, that 'dragon' as you called it, was my mother. She was actually an ice demon wanting her only son to take over the kingdom and whatnot. Yes, that son would be me. Since I am responsible for the foolishness of my family, I saved Aurora and froze my mother. So yes I suppose you could say she is dead. Lock away for all eternity, dead, what's the difference? Any way, I now have step brothers who'd very much like my crown with the support of my own father. So my Aunt sent me here. Got it? You better of. I don't like repeating myself. It's troublesome."

Personality: He's a highly intelligent half breed ice demon who enjoys toying with others. However he does take his responsibilities quiet seriously, and is a very honorable person. But ignorance and foolishness irritates him. He doesn't really care for anyone in his family. He froze his own mother and all, so he doesn't know anything about love. And it is said that ice demons have hearts made out of unmelting ice, so maybe he will never know of it. Who knows. He's rather apathetic and will only play the hero is he can get something out of it. Advancement in reputation and trust from commoners is a few rewards from acting the hero. Other than that he doesn't like to be bothered with 'rubbish', as he calls it. He can be charming and very charismatic though, so maybe he isn't all bad. But who can tell with that beautiful icy mask of face he has...

Family: Father (living) Mother (deceased) Aunt/Stepmother (living) Stepbrothers (living) Princess Aurora (sister-in-law; ex-fiancee)
Friends: Open
Crush/Relationships: Open
Other: He’s a cool customer, but don’t make him angry. Unless you want to be frozen solid but keep alive for all eternity without thaw...

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Name: Ella Mitchrovenka
Age: 19
Gender: female
Species: Forest Nymph
Powers/Abilities: Can speak to plants and birds, cajoling them to help her
Fairytale: Cinderella

Part in Story: Cinderella
History: In her tale of Cinderella, the prince was in love with another man who had perfect feet. When his lover was executed and he was made to look for a wife, Ella happened to be wearing glass slippers. Her saw her pretty pale feet and tried to force her to marry him then and there, but instead she fled. She had no wish to be locked up in a tower like other princesses. She liked her calm quiet life of flowers and sewing and cooking. It was peaceful. So her younger stepsister took her place as Cinderella. And Ella was left to live in her father's cottage surrounded by flowers, trees and music.

Personality: She is not as passive and obedient as everyone thinks. In fact the first prince that tried to married had a foot fetish and wanted to lock her up in his kingdom. Instead she fled and let her younger stepsister take her place, since she was more willing. Of course she is very sweet and kind, enjoying small tasks like sewing and cleaning, but that is only because people won't ask her to do things for them. She enjoys singing, as most do, but her singing is always in her native tongue of Russian when she wishes for the plants or birds to help her in someway.

Family: Father (deceased) Mother (deceased) Step Mother (living) Stepsisters (living) Prince Mischov (brother-in-law; ex-fiancee)
Friends: Open
Crush/Relationships: Open
Other: She is not the clean freak everyone thinks her to be. Why else was she nicknamed 'Cinder' Ella?

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Krolori means "the land of many" and in Krolori there are indeed many ways of living.


There are the Janirarl, or "the high born", who are a people of vast wealth. They can afford many luxuries that most other could not even dream of. But along with the glitz and glamour also come the great burden of responsibility. Being the lairds and ladies who watch of the many small town of the middle class, they must obey the laws of High King and Queen of Krolori. And they must keep their towns in line.


As for the Krolja, or "the land workers", they are the middle class who make up the many tiny towns of Krolori. They are pleasant folk for the most part, considering how they are treated by their Janirarl Lairds and Ladies. Some towns prosper and live healthy and happy lives, with no sick or homeless kinsmen. Others, however, with no valuable qualities are neglected and have severe problems. They are often the towns that cheat past the High Rulers' inspections. Not that it's their fault of course. The people of those tiny towns often sneak out and join the wild tribes in the Deep Forest.


Those tribes are the Rskalarn, "the wild packs", who live as many tribes under one rule. A different rule from the rest of Krolori. Their system is made up of many tribes led by Alphas under one Great Alpha. But instead of cutting themselves off from their people, the Alphas use old ways of living and live more like wolves among their people. They have no need of streets or castles. Nor do they have need for money or greed. They live by their Alpha's rules and do so loyally. Yet they are still feared and stay to their forest dwellings... mostly. (Hint: Imagine them as a cultural mix of Native American, Viking and Game of Thrones Wilding. They are Native American in that they respect their prisoners to a certain extend. Viking in that they are ruthless and violent raiders. Wilding in that they are loathed by everyone and loath those who are not them, especially aristocrats, and will go out of their way to make their enemies' lives difficult. Generally! Not all tribes are like this, but most in the North are.)



The North Kingdom and The South Kingdom

All pictures on the left are Northern attire. The North is a blend of what would be like medieval Europe, including Scandinavian, Germanic, UK cultures. There are only two season, winter and fall. It is almost always cold, some predatory animals are giant in size, but this is rare. The food is mostly hunted game, stews, warm ales, winter sewn harvests, and root grown vegetables. There are deep and vast forests, dense and dark. The mountains are jagged and giant, but many tribes are able to live there and in the forests at the feet of those mountains. There is an ocean on the other side of the mountains but it more than often frozen or partially so. There are lakes and rivers aplenty in the North, often being where villages and towns are settled. The capital of the Kingdom is where the King resides and is a fortressed looming city surrounded on all side by five miles of wasteland. There used to be a forest surrounding it, but it was burnt down and now the frigid ground has grown jagged and ugly, only weeds and thorns able to grow.

All pictures on the right are Southern attire. The South is a blend of medieval Middle East, France, Italy, Egypt, Tropical Islands, Hindu, and Native American cultures. There are three seasons, summer, fall and winter. It is a milder land with more variety in landscapes, such as many deserts, tropic jungles and grasslands. The animals are what you'd expect from their regions, but there is a range of large felines that grow into giant size and can adapt to all regions. The food is exotic and colorful in range, but little meat is used in the dishes, unless it is fowl or lamb. There are few rivers, but they are all quiet large in size and depth, often being were villages and towns are. There are a few oasis here and there if you get lucky and the marshy lands between the tropic jungles and grasslands is often where herds of animals are found. The tribes of this land are often nomadic. The capital is a Kingdom branching from one side of the major river to the other (much like ancient Egypt). The Queen resides in the coastal Palace during summer and fall, but goes to the other side of the river for winter. Gender roles tend to be a bit reversed in the Southern Kingdom, but men are respected as fathers, scholars and warriors.



The North worships man gods and only a few goddesses:

Vemundr - God of Death, Wisdom and Peace
Jorundr - God of War, Light and Fire
Skialgr - God of Beasts, Wine and Victory
Göran - God of Craftsmanship, Brotherhood and Protection
Loke - God of Mischief, Chaos and Archery
Inggiäl - Twin God of Daytime, Music and Revenge
Ingvil - Twin Goddess of Nighttime, Medicine and Art
Aesa - Goddess of Motherhood, Earth and Fertility
Frida - Goddess of Beauty, Prosperity and Sunshine

The South on the other hand worships mostly goddesses:

Haqikah - Goddess of Death, Tranquility and Revenge
Xeoddia - Goddess Motherhood, Rain and Music
Ta-set-ta - Goddess Wisdom, War, and Craftsmanship
Suma - Goddess of Prosperity, Fertility, and Music
Aknache - Goddess of Youth, Beauty and Family
Thaenice - Goddess of Protection, Animals and Art
Isorera - Goddess of Fire, Foresight and Love
Rashmika - Goddess of Light, Stars and Poetry
Ra-apepi - God of Darkness, Medicine and Travel
Nuru - God of Justice, Dance and Trickery
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Story so far....
The North and South are on the edge of war. There is fighting not only among the Krolja and Janirarl, but the constant raids from the Rskalarn, the tribes are getting more and more bold with every passing day in the Harsh Lands. The North's long winter is over and the South's long summer has just begun. If the marriage of the King of the North and Queen of the South does not go well, there will be war. Will you side with the strong and brutal North? Or the flexible and easy going South? Or maybe you simply wish to join the tribes and be free. Which ever side you chose, be careful. There are snakes in every gilded nest.
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• You will play either Janirari, Krolja or Rskalarn. The style is medieval, so no anime pics, okay? Just go on deviantart.com if you have problems finding pics.


• You can have one of each if you like, but know Janirari hate Rskalarn and vice versa, and Krolja can side with either.


• This is a mature cult, so don't act like children, unless it's funny...


• NO GOD-MODING! Or I will God Mod you right back to preschool!


• Please, stay active! Or as active as you can! I know people have lives, but one person not posting can halt everyone posting!


• Try to keep the drama to a minimum. Unless it's deserved. Then we send said person up the river. MWAHAHAHAHA!


• Do not bully others. It just ain't cool.


• If you don't post the minimum sentence requirement, you will get a warning first and then be booted if you don't bump it up.


• Please respect everyone's RPs. If you don't understand something, just ask or PM them. No need to make it a big deal. Some people do posts on their phones and simply don't see your ninja post.


• Don't forget to have fun! You forget and I'll spam you with gifs till you admit it!

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Character Sheet

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Alignment (North, South, Rskalarn):

Class (Janirarl, Krolja, Rskalarn):

Height:

Weight:

Appearance(hyper-realistic or real life photos only:

Personality:

History:

Signature Weapon (if possible):

Family:

Desired Occupation:

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All My Characters

Name: Ur'Sula ("The People's Fear")

Gender: female

Age: 29

Alignment: Rskalarn

Class: Rskalarn Alpha of the Winter Wood's Tribe

Height: 5' 8"

Weight:150lb

Appearance:


Personality: She as cold and hard as the harsh winterlands of her homeland. She had to kill her father for her position and she refuses to give into anyone. You do as she says or you lose something you love. Usually it's an appendage of some sort. Stubborn and untrusting of any man not in her tribe, she shows mercy to no enemy. A firm believer in the Winter War God Malnir, she respects her prisoners, often allowing them opportunities to prove their loyalty to her and her tribe. If you can prove yourself loyal, you can become apart of her tribe. She hates the nobility with every fiber of her being and she will suffer none of them to live.

Signature Weapon (if possible): Daggers, hatchets, bows, swords

Family: Mother (deceased) Father (murdered) Elder Brother (Alpha of Steel Mountain Tribe) Younger Sister (alive)
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Name: Frija Tuomela

Gender: female

Age: 19

Alignment: North

Class: Krolja

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 140 lb

Appearance:


Personality: She is an intelligent person, though she often has to hide it from others whenever she and her father have to go into town to trade. Though she had a sharp tongue when she gets angry, she is a worrier and has a kind heart. She is a strong built girl, used to hard labor and has a great sense of duty and responsibility. She'd much rather be taking care of animals and crops than worry about marriage like most girls her age. In fact the idea of marriage sort of scares her. Because then who will help her father? And to be some one's wife... It's to be their possession and to give up on any dream you ever had. That's also something she is: a dreamer. Certainly she can be a romantic sometimes, but she also loves action and the thrill of a good fight. Odd for someone like her. But then again her father's farm is on the outskirts of the Northern Kingdom, close to dense forests near the mountains. Beasts and raids are something she grew up with. Unfair as the world is, at least in her daydreams it is just and fair...

Signature Weapon (if possible): Pitch Fork and axe

Family: Mother (murdered in a raid) Father (farmer) Elder Brother 1 (murdered in a raid) Elder Brother 2 (joined Rsklarn) Younger Sister (taken in a raid)

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Name: Queen Ashamaria Tel Ljaia the Third

Gender: female

Age: 22

Alignment: South

Class: Queen of the Southern Kingdom

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 147 lb

Appearance:


Personality: A quiet and rather mysterious person, she is not know for extremity or intense passion. Rather she is seen as serene and refined, concerned with her people and caring for those who have little to none. Overshadowed by her mother, she is more of a puppet in politics than a real force of royalty. But that doesn't mean she is meek or soft willed. She can be just as stubborn and intimidating as any Southern woman. A lover of the arts, she is well versed in dance, music, poetry, and literature. Though without real power, she can still influence her kingdom well with small things that make the peoples' lives just a little bit easier. She's a hard worker, but when it comes to love and violence she is innocent and naive.

Signature Weapon (if possible): bladed fan and twin swords

Family: Mother (Dowager Queen) Father (deceased)

My NPCs (ask if you'd like to have them or their position for your own character):

General Arjar Blutwasser


Preist Ularich


Alpha of the Steel Mountain Tribe

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Dowager Queen Mother of the Southern Kingdom


General Fonfira


High Priestess Kalima


Counsel Women to the Queen

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Name: Iria ("rainbow') Hester ("star")

Gender: female

Age: 18

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 140lb

Appearance:


She has dark brown hair and large eyes that always seem to change color. Iria isn’t very muscular and seems to be more soft and curvy, than like most, lean and athletic children of the Gods. She enjoys pastel colored clothing and flower prints and jewelry about stars.

Personality: Named Iria, or “rainbow”, for her mother, and given the last name of Hester, or “star” she is someone who always seems to be smiling or laughing about something. She is rather cheerful, even though most people think she shouldn’t be. In fact she seems to not be very good at being a heroic type. She isn’t demi-god strong or fast. And she certainly isn’t very good at fighting, but when it comes to healing and helping others she is rather talented. Iria often helps younger kids deal with bullies in rather creative ways and she is the one to go to if you need to sweet talk a Harpy or get into the Underworld. Even though she didn’t inherit her mother’s talent for shapeshifting, she does seem to have an unpredictable talent over rainbow light. From glowing in a soft multitude of colors to playing with tiny rainbows and even manipulating already made rainbows, it seems to be the only real power she has as a Demi-God. Well besides her unusual knack for knowing how to create cures from plants off the top of her head. Being bad at being a Demi-God should sort of put anyone in an odd spot, but Iria doesn’t mind. It merely means she can only get better, in her opinion at least.

History: As a half-blood, Iria’s case is a bit unusual. In fact she was only recently taken to Camp Half-Blood. Iria was able to live more normally than most half-blood due to the fact her father had her meditate to suppress her, er... ‘rainbow glow’. Being under too much stress often made Iria glow just a bit. Fortunately it was only when she had nightmare that it got out of control.

Until recently though. Once she turned eighteen her abnormality started getting a bit unpredictable. Sometimes when she got excited she make rainbows swirl around the ceiling. And sometimes when she got mad she’d glow as bright a star at night. Unable to cope with the sudden changes, Iria was sent to Camp Half-Blood, guided by two of her aunts, with permission from Hades. And by aunts...well...everyone seemed a bit surprised to see a pair of Harpies dropping of a cheerful young adult at the gate.

And even though Iria isn’t very good at being a Demi-God (often times monsters don’t even realize she is one, which can be a tiny bit insulting) her godly family seems to enjoy having her around. The younger, yet stronger, Demi-Gods seem to naturally enjoy her being around too.

Godly parent: Iris, Goddess of Rainbow, shapeshifter serving goddess
She was one of the few Olympians who was able to travel to the underworld. The cruel and fearsome Harpies were her sisters.

Signature Weapon: Two razor sharp fans engraved with iris flowers

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Name: Ur'Sula ("The People's Fear")

Gender: female

Age: 29

Alignment: Rskalarn

Class: Rskalarn Alpha of the Winter Wood's Tribe

Height: 5' 8"

Weight:150lb

Appearance:


Personality: She as cold and hard as the harsh winterlands of her homeland. She had to kill her father for her position and she refuses to give into anyone. You do as she says or you lose something you love. Usually it's an appendage of some sort. Stubborn and untrusting of any man not in her tribe, she shows mercy to no enemy. A firm believer in the Winter War God Malnir, she respects her prisoners, often allowing them opportunities to prove their loyalty to her and her tribe. If you can prove yourself loyal, you can become apart of her tribe. She hates the nobility with every fiber of her being and she will suffer none of them to live.

Signature Weapon (if possible): Daggers, hatchets, bows, swords

Family: Mother (deceased) Father (murdered) Elder Brother (Alpha of Steel Mountain Tribe) Younger Sister (alive)
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Name: Frija Tuomela

Gender: female

Age: 19

Alignment: North

Class: Krolja

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 140 lb

Appearance:


Personality: She is an intelligent person, though she often has to hide it from others whenever she and her father have to go into town to trade. Though she had a sharp tongue when she gets angry, she is a worrier and has a kind heart. She is a strong built girl, used to hard labor and has a great sense of duty and responsibility. She'd much rather be taking care of animals and crops than worry about marriage like most girls her age. In fact the idea of marriage sort of scares her. Because then who will help her father? And to be some one's wife... It's to be their possession and to give up on any dream you ever had. That's also something she is: a dreamer. Certainly she can be a romantic sometimes, but she also loves action and the thrill of a good fight. Odd for someone like her. But then again her father's farm is on the outskirts of the Northern Kingdom, close to dense forests near the mountains. Beasts and raids are something she grew up with. Unfair as the world is, at least in her daydreams it is just and fair...

Signature Weapon (if possible): Pitch Fork and axe

Family: Mother (murdered in a raid) Father (farmer) Elder Brother 1 (murdered in a raid) Elder Brother 2 (joined Rsklarn) Younger Sister (taken in a raid)

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Name: Queen Ashamaria Tel Ljaia the Third

Gender: female

Age: 22

Alignment: South

Class: Queen of the Southern Kingdom

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 147 lb

Appearance:


Personality: A quiet and rather mysterious person, she is not know for extremity or intense passion. Rather she is seen as serene and refined, concerned with her people and caring for those who have little to none. Overshadowed by her mother, she is more of a puppet in politics than a real force of royalty. But that doesn't mean she is meek or soft willed. She can be just as stubborn and intimidating as any Southern woman. A lover of the arts, she is well versed in dance, music, poetry, and literature. Though without real power, she can still influence her kingdom well with small things that make the peoples' lives just a little bit easier. She's a hard worker, but when it comes to love and violence she is innocent and naive.

Signature Weapon (if possible): bladed fan and twin swords

Family: Mother (Dowager Queen) Father (deceased)

My NPCs (ask if you'd like to have them or their position for your own character):

General Arjar Blutwasser


Preist Ularich


Alpha of the Steel Mountain Tribe

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Dowager Queen Mother of the Southern Kingdom


General Fonfira


High Priestess Kalima


Counsel Women to the Queen

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Name: Arren Viper (real name is Arinna McThemes)
Age: 28 but as a man looks to be mid to early twenties
Species: Human
Position: free 'man'
Personality: As a man, Arren gives off the impression of being a cold beautiful man with hidden strength. His deep dark green eyes are like the bottom of the sea, cold and unforgiving. Wild and dangerous, he is known as a viper for the quick and deadly, yet fluid and dancer-like violence he can deal out. A quiet person, he normally watches everyone and will give small dispassionate gestures as answers. If he does talk, it is brief and quiet, yet smooth and calming. Born by the coast, it is easy to see how he embodies it, his mood unpredictable and as changeable as the sea. His temper is now to deal out quiet the aftermath though, so he should not be one to underestimate. But he won't speak in his own defense. He'll take any advantage allowed to him. If someone is fool enough to think to challenge him, he will simply use actions instead of words. It is almost as if he enjoys the power of having someone else's life at the edge of his blade or the tip of his gun. But even the most fearsome of warriors has a softer side. He takes care of his comrades and protects the weak. He even makes the best stew and mead from scarce ingredience. Food is almost like art when made by Arren and if you got something to say, take it up with his blade. He enjoys slicing more than the merciful shooting.
Looks:

Looks

He is mysterious but strong and agile, his body slender and lean. He wears loose clothes, but holds an air of elegance even when covered in ash and grime. A ruthless kind of handsome, he sure can catch someone's eye if they are paying enough attention.
Where they lived: Ilitin - Rich
Skills: Swordsmanship, Gunsman, Cooking
Reasons for joining the crew: 'Men get freedom, ambitions, goals, adventure. I want that, no matter the cost. And I will have it, even if I drown in blood to get it.'
Extra details: A scar on her right cheek from a blade, a mermaid tattoo on her wrist, rough round crystals twined into unruly red hair, a silver earring in her left ear

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Name: Asha Nightenlowe
Code Name: Starry Eyed
Age: 19
Gender: female
Appearance:
Before her mutation manifested:

After her mutation:

In her everyday wear:


Powers:
~Star Solar Energy Manipulation: She is able to absorb solar radiation and convert it into a unique energy type which she can manipulate for various uses. Her powers are stronger related to her exposure to starlight. It is possible this is absorption of some sort of cosmic energy.

~Bio-luminescent: In her natural state, Asha's skin and hair are luminescent with a shimmering, rainbow-colored light of solar radiation. She is unable to control this vibrant appearance, and hides beneath black layers of clothing. With practice, Asha can be able to appear human.

~Light Energy Blasts: She can project the solar energy in a beam of variable intensity and diameter, from a wide concussive blast to a thin laser-like cutting beam, but this is currently uncontrolled and occurs often when she is under intense emotion.

~Force Fields: currently also uncontrolled and occurs under intense instinct to protect either herself or someone else. Unpredictable.
~Heat Manipulation: Asha can both withstand extremely high temperatures and emit warmth.

~Flight: Asha is able to propel herself into the air leaving a rainbow-like trail behind. The upper limits of her speed have yet to be determined. She is also able to carry others while flying. This is the only power she seems to be able to currently control. Unless she has a nightmare. Then she starts floating.

~Enhanced Strength: Asha also appears to be stronger than an average human.

Weakness:
Star Solar Energy Dependent: Excessive use of her powers drain her stored solar energy reserves. At night time, the depletion is negligible given that she is constantly replacing the used energy. During the day, it is possible for her to completely use up her stored energy and not have access to any special abilities until she is again exposed to starlight.

Personality: A rather skittish person, due to emotional and sometimes physical abuse from her family, it can be a bit hard for her to trust others. However she tends to be rather passive about most things, avoiding any situation she might lose control of. She only fights for what she thinks is good and right, never wanting to seek out conflict. Unfortunately though she does have an anger problem, from suppressing such feelings towards her family. Asha is a kind person though, she is just troubled with the burden of her mutation and how it alienated her from others.

History:
Asha came from a regular middle class family with three older sisters and two younger brothers. Her mother was a pastor and her father was a lawyer. She was a standard teenage. At first.

When she turned eighteen however, one night she started changing. The starlight seemed to absorb into her skin and hair. Asha started glowing like a rave light and as she started to panic she started to float up till her back was pressed against the ceiling.

Her mother came to see why she screaming, and when she looked up she saw a bright alien creature with her daughter’s face. Her father came to her room too, but his face held no awe. It held disgust. His daughter was a mutation. Abomination. A monster.

So he had he dress in heavy dark clothes, pulling her out of school and trying to keep her up in her room and away from light as possible. And the more he kept her from the star, the more sickly she got. She couldn’t turn off the lights under her skin, so it was starving her body of energy, getting fuel from anything it could to keep the lights going.

Asha flickered on and off for many months. The disgust from her father who kept her from the others as if she were diseased... And how he’d hiss at her and treat her like a mangy dog form the streets... It was more than she could bear.

When Asha thought of death, it would be replaced with stars. Sickly and miserable, her mother took her out of her room one day. She seemed nervous. Where was her father? He was always her handler. But her mother had her pack two suitcases of her favorite things and dragged her to the car.

Just being out in the night air gave Asha strength. Looking up at the stars, she felt healthy again. The stars’ light and energy flowed into her. Asha began to glow with the energy of a million of fairytale lights. She stared up at the sky the entire time her mother drove, entranced by the night sky.

“Oh my starry eyed daughter,” her mother’s voice broke the spell, “I’m so sorry... This place... Your own kind... They can help you.” Her mother looked like she was about to cry. Asha was so dazed with the rush of energy, she jut smiled at her mother. Little did she know that’d be the last time she saw her.

“Mama,” she whispered, “Mama, don’t cry...”

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Name: Tomohina "Tomo" Mizukimura

Age: 16

Grade: 10th (2nd year)

Disability: Blind

Personality:
Tomo is very mature for her age, but she can be rather cute and sweet in her calm moods. A kind and caring person, she loves to help others as much as she can, but often gets a bit depressed when she needs help herself. Highly intelligent and well mannered, she can be a prefect little lady when she wants to, but more often around close friends she gets less formal. A very melodic person, since she highly values sound, her voice is sweet and clear. If you can't find her, she's probably somewhere were there is a lot of sunlight and she will probably be singing or reading. Tomo tries to push herself past her blindness, disliking her own weakness and will often get herself into a bit of trouble. But for the most part she will be able to think herself right back out of it. And she very much does not like to be pitied. In fact it sort of makes her angry.

Background:
Her western-style house is quite grand, with several maids serving the household. Her mother is a kimono fashion designer and her father runs international businesses as a big time CEO. So often Tomo was with nursemaids or tutors when she was growing. It was a very boring place, if you ask Tomo. Not allowed to touch many of the things in the house, it was lonely living there as a only child. But the garden was wonderful. Some many different kinds of flowers, and the gardeners would always tell her about them. It was her favorite place in the world.

But when Mama and Papa decided it was time for her to get a proper education and try to be more social they sent her off to a private boarding school. It wasn't much fun there at all. Many students were hard to talk to and they didn't seem to like Tomo at all for some reason. So sweet Tomo who never asked for anything, asked to be transferred to another school. A school for people like her. Where people would understand her. And so her parents did. They transfer Tomo to this new school for the disabled.

Tomo singing: