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Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

@DisguisedDemon Well, it's about 8 in the morning for me.

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Well, I'm all the way in New Zealand, so NZST

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Interested!

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Princess Erin Lynette Atrox

Age:
18

Kingdom and Position:
Princess of Paplia

Sexuality:
Asexual

Anti Separation

Likes
-Writing
-Reading
-Playing the Piano
-Dance
-Winter
-Snow

Dislikes:
-Flute
-Loud people
-Parties
-Thoughtless people

Personality
Erin has been brought up to be very polite, and doesn’t like to rush into things. Thinking them over carefully is one of her strengths and she’s quite soft-spoken. She can be very opinionated however, and arguments can get quite heated. Just because she doesn't like parties, doesn’t mean she enjoys being around people however. A select group of friends is all she really wants, but she does enjoy meeting new people. Erin can be sarcastic and come off as a little more mean then she means to, and feels mortified every time she goes a step too far. Very organised, she doesn’t enjoy having her plans messed up, preferring everything to go exactly as it should and be prepared for every possible outcome. She loves writing because she feels that it can take her anywhere she pleases, and because she can become anyone she wishes.

History:
Erin was born of an affair her father had. It was hushed up very quickly, and she was never treated differently, but still, she felt different. Her dark hair, compared to most of her other siblings shining blond stuck out like a sore thumb for one thing, and when she first found out she refused to show her face at dinner for weeks, but she did pull herself together sternly and tell herself it didn't matter, that she was as much a part of the family as any of them.

As a young child, Erin went unnoticed almost everywhere she went. It was like, if she really wanted, she could be in a room and no one would even look over. Using this to her advantage, she'd often take a book and pencil and go outside to write about whatever caught her fancy. But even as she went unnoticed, she was never forgotten. She could get into the loudest arguments with her brothers, because frankly, most of them were idiots. The only one of her siblings that wasn't a uselessly brain-dead prick however, refused to speak to her. Really, she thought she might make a fool of herself if she did.

Extra:
Oddly enough she's completely oblivious to flirting.

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Working on a cs for a princess!

Looking for partners who contribute, almost gave up the search

Interested in Model/Photographer as being the photographer. Should I pm you?

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Interested, any more room for princes?

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Crossing his arms, Tobias looked around the circle of people as they each introduced themselves. He wasn't good with names, or faces and hoped for dear life he could at least attempt to have some idea of how he might address them. Apart from Ling and the Illuminate master-Alexander?-he wasn't quite sure on the others. Realizing he should probably introduce himself, he cleared his throat and said,

"My name is Tobias. Tobias Crane, I'm a Nightshade Alchemist. Weaver." Inclining his head to the commander he added, "Thank you very much for this opportunity." Listening to their rather loud conversations, it was obvious at least some of them had been to the party last night. He wasn't surprised, as it had been a larger event. Adjusting his bag again, he wondered rather nervously if he'd forgotten anything. No. He'd checked multiple times, he had all that he needed. Everything was fine. He'd introduced himself, and now he was pretty sure he wouldn't be required to do anything else...unless someone started a conversation with him.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Rummaging through his bag to make sure he had everything, Tobias rubbed his eyes tiredly. He'd stayed up far too long the night before, and was regretting that choice now. He'd forgotten that he'd had to pack and was now sure that he would forgetting something in the rush. Muttering essential ingredients under his breath, he tied his belt of potions around his waist, making sure each was corked properly. Wouldn't do to have a sudden explosion inside the ship. Or worse.

Satisfied that he had all that he needed, he did one last scan around the room, before turning on his heel and walking swiftly out the door. Suppressing a yawn as he strode through the hall towards the courtyard, he saw groups of students-Mages and Adepts-hurrying in the same direction, eager to get a glimpse of the airship. His lips curved in a faint smile as a girl hurtled past him, shouting at someone to wait and looking much like a bedraggled cat.

Not slowing down, he quickly ducked into the library, nodding in greeting to the librarian before locating a couple of books to take with him on the journey. Just three, as he didn't want to overload too much, but then again didn't want to be left reading one over and over again. Finding them quickly and checking them out equally as fast, he slid them into his bag. Finally considering himself ready, he started walking towards where the airship was landed.

Getting closer to the formidable vehicle, he saw the other Elementals standing around waiting. Walking up to them, he nodded curtly in the direction of Ling, and greeted them, trying not to look too annoyed. He didn't want to seem too offputting.
"Well then. Any more of us on the way?"

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Tobias Crane

Name: Tobias Crane

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Mastery: Nightshade

Specialty: Alchemist

Rank: Weaver

Appearance: Tobias has light brown hair, that is curly and kept quite messy. It’s isn’t that long, but reaches the nape of his neck, curling up slightly. He has a slight fringe, curling over his forehead and a few strands falling over his eyes. Body type wise, he is tall and lean, with only a hint of any muscle definition. His eyes are a light watery blue, like light just filtering through the surface of a lake. Clothes wise, he wears pale grey coloured robes with a belt tied at his waist, carrying potion bottles-empty and full-as well as pouches of herbs and other such things.

Equipment: Tobias carries his potions equipment around with him at all times, as well as a small notepad to jot down any new recipes he's thought of. If he's going somewhere dangerous, he might carry a larger side bag, and perhaps a short blade.

Demeanor: Tobias is quite blunt with his approach to things, and likes to get things done as quickly as possible. He can also be brutally honest with people, and can come off as being rude or haughty. He feels as though showing he cares will ultimately back fire on him in some way. When others make a mistake, he can get a little irritated, but not that much, however when he himself does something wrong, it seems like he doesn't really care but really, he judges himself more harshly then he would anyone else. This was good for pushing himself to learn, but it can quickly turn self-destructive. He has trouble with making a strong or lasting relationship, and while to others it can seem just arrogant, but really he's afraid of hurting himself, or the other person. In this way, he can be somewhat a coward, but makes up for it by refusing to show any weakness at any time.

History: At the time when Tobias was born, his parents-His father an Ironworker and his mother a Pyromancer-got along fine. It wasn't until he was around 5 that arguments started happening. His mother was a master, and she spent a lot of time in the academy teaching the younger and less experienced Mages, and in his fathers opinion, not enough time at home. In his small room at the top of the stairs, the young boy would cover his ears, huddled away in his blankets, and wish for something anything to take him away.

Even thought his parents kept arguing, they seemed reluctant to actually split, seeing as they had a still only 9 year old son. But, using his parents now normally frequent disinterestedness to his advantage, he would sneak away to the library and imagine himself away to a different kind of world, one where he wasn't afraid of doing anything that could set off his parents. Then, once he turned 11, his mother finally left, and took him with her to the academy, leaving his father behind. After finding that he had an interest in potions and herbs, she entrusted him to the hands of the other Nightshades, then left to pursue her own studies.

As he grew and progressed in his studies, he found a little time here and there to visit his father, but never bothered to go and see his mother. Soon though, he stopped going to see his father, only sending the occasional letter, and focused entirely on his studies. In his classes, he strived to be better and better, but rejected any offers of friendship from his peers, seeing them as just something that might distract him, or hurt him by leaving. Someone leaving wasn't something he'd well and truly experienced before, but from watching his parents, he felt he'd learnt how painful it might be and never wanted it for himself, as he couldn't see anything good come of it.