MissCapnCrunch

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Hm, right. Well outside of that love story;

@MissCapnCrunch might be worthwhile to mention that while the tournament is fun for those involved, it leaves little room for the rest of us that aren't participating to write anything worthwhile outside of conversation -> meaning a lot of collaborations, probably. I'm probably not gonna write another collab so soon after the past 2, so I'm gonna refrain for posting with Tybalt or Catarina until something happens, if that's alright.

@Buddha

Yep, totally understandable. Hence, I won't wait for everyone to post again or the like before I keep the tournament moving.

The World's Prison

Clover Tarvelli

Clover Mae Tarvelli

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Name:

Clover Mae Tarvelli

Nickname | Alias :

Nothing in particular, "JT's daughter" to plenty.

Age:

25

Personality:

Friendly. Jealous. Feisty. Sarcastic. Virtuoso. Manipulative.

Appearance:

Clover is petite around 5ft 2 and weighs about 100lbs. She has dark brown hair that has a light caramel ombre to the end of her usually slightly curled hair. She has grey eyes, with hints of blue in them within the right lighting. Despite the circumstances she tries hard to be clean and well put together.

Biography:

Clover killed her mother during childbirth, but her father had killed the woman's spirit long before then. Drug lord, woman beater, and all around not very good person. James Tarvelli was your everyday slum. When the world prison was being created, Clover was just a young girl of nine years old but was it was ultimately decided that she would be sent there to live with her father, because the government figured she probably didn't have much of a future.

Living under her father's thumb since, Clover has spent most of her time doing his dirty work. Whether it be her tiny body to slip up and into vents, or using her womanly charm to trick men- Clover was used and abused in more ways than one. However, now that her father is getting older, Clover has started to get a small reputation of her own. Taking after her father, but in a more sly way.

Misc:

Has a raggedy street cat that she takes care of, named Howard.

The World's Prison

Clover Mae Tarvelli

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Name:

Clover Mae Tarvelli

Nickname | Alias :

Nothing in particular, "JT's daughter" to plenty.

Age:

25

Personality:

Friendly. Jealous. Feisty. Sarcastic. Virtuoso. Manipulative.

Appearance:

Clover is petite around 5ft 2 and weighs about 100lbs. She has dark brown hair that has a light caramel ombre to the end of her usually slightly curled hair. She has grey eyes, with hints of blue in them within the right lighting. Despite the circumstances she tries hard to be clean and well put together.

Biography:

Clover killed her mother during childbirth, but her father had killed the woman's spirit long before then. Drug lord, woman beater, and all around not very good person. James Tarvelli was your everyday slum. When the world prison was being created, Clover was just a young girl of nine years old but was it was ultimately decided that she would be sent there to live with her father, because the government figured she probably didn't have much of a future.

Living under her father's thumb since, Clover has spent most of her time doing his dirty work. Whether it be her tiny body to slip up and into vents, or using her womanly charm to trick men- Clover was used and abused in more ways than one. However, now that her father is getting older, Clover has started to get a small reputation of her own. Taking after her father, but in a more sly way.

Misc:

Has a raggedy street cat that she takes care of, named Howard.

The World's Prison

Woohoo! :) Working on a character right now.

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

Clover Mae Tarvelli

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Name:

Clover Mae Tarvelli

Nickname | Alias :

Nothing in particular, "JT's daughter" to plenty.

Age:

25

Personality:

Friendly. Jealous. Feisty. Sarcastic. Virtuoso. Manipulative.

Appearance:

Clover is petite around 5ft 2 and weighs about 100lbs. She has dark brown hair that has a light caramel ombre to the end of her usually slightly curled hair. She has grey eyes, with hints of blue in them within the right lighting. Despite the circumstances she tries hard to be clean and well put together.

Biography:

Clover killed her mother during childbirth, but her father had killed the woman's spirit long before then. Drug lord, woman beater, and all around not very good person. James Tarvelli was your everyday slum. When the world prison was being created, Clover was just a young girl of nine years old but was it was ultimately decided that she would be sent there to live with her father, because the government figured she probably didn't have much of a future.

Living under her father's thumb since, Clover has spent most of her time doing his dirty work. Whether it be her tiny body to slip up and into vents, or using her womanly charm to trick men- Clover was used and abused in more ways than one. However, now that her father is getting older, Clover has started to get a small reputation of her own. Taking after her father, but in a more sly way.

Misc:

Has a raggedy street cat that she takes care of, named Howard.

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

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𝔹𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝

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Location: Inside of Gwen's house
Interacting With: Everyone

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"The fire is the opposite of fire, it's that I am freezing!" Bernadette exclaimed the minute the door was opened in front of her and pointed to her bare legs. Granted, it was her own fault for this, but she had to put the blame on someone other than herself of course. "Cute costume by the way." Bernie complimented, embracing Gwen in a tight hug. Not too long after Colin came up the way, "I knew once I got here, everyone would start flooding in." she teased, moving out of the way for Colin to come through the door. She gave a friendly wave to the boy and a soft smile. The three of them sat there only a minute as the rest of their group began to flood in.

Jay dawned a suit and Bernie couldn't help but laugh. She imagined this was a preview into prom night that would be there before the group knew it. "Thaaanks Jay." she beamed, as she moved a little bit into the house even more. With her phone buzzing in her pocket, she assumed it was Yao. Seeing him pull up confirmed this. After he belittled each of them, in a playful way, Bernadette felt a warm happiness as Yao wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Gwen probably would be hating the sight of this, but Bernie hoped that the judgement wasn't too harsh.

Bernie took off her cat ears, and snatched the hat from Yao's head. Exchanging the two between them. She wearing his snapback hat, and him adorning her cat ear headband. Disgustingly cute, and just in time for Cass to make her loud entrance. "Nice of you to join us Cass." Bernadette teased pointing out that Cass was the last one here to arrive. The group began crowding in the living room to eat the food and settle in. Grabbing a hand full of chips for herself she cozied up in one of the arm chairs that were situated in the living room. "What's our plans for the night?" she asked mostly towards Gwen, as she was the host of the party. However, she assumed that everyone would have their own ideas of a good time for tonight.

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Tᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ 1/5: Tʜᴇ Pʜᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛ Hᴜɴᴛ

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As the ten competitors lined up, a servant to the royal family hung ten large banners behind the crowd signaling the sigil from which each of the competitors came. He then proceeded to roll them up, which was the sign to both the crowd and the announcer that the tournament was to begin. He cleared his throat as he began his speech. "Welcome one and all to today's tournament." he paused for the crowd's cheering, clapping, and other shouts of excitement. "Today's challenges will not only test strength, but wit, endurance, as well and determination. All things a man fit for the princess must have." The celebratory noises continued, as the man rattled off some more information. "Where did your father run off to Madeline?" Queen Margaret asked, her eyes peering around to spot her husband. She would think of anyone that he would want to watch the tournament. Madeline shrugged her petite shoulders, "Maybe something sat with his stomach wrong." the young girl suggested with a small smirk. Her mother tsked at the thought, as the announcer began to list of the competitors names, "Competing today we have Trystan Hyland, Nyle Coulbourne, Ithobal Gully, Jeyco Swan, Thom Clarke, Kevan Moor, Thurid Guild, Ichabod Bouroodem Atticus Grigori, and last but not least Cyril Hawke." The men moved their horses around in a showboat to the crowd, so they could admire their horses, armors, and more importantly their family names.

"You men are in for a feat of determination first and foremost. A simple peasant hunt. We have released eight of them into the small wooded area that stands behind us. You are not allowed to use any weapons but the ones the God's granted you from birth. Two of you will be eliminated. At the sound of the horn you will be released. Good luck and may the God's bless you."

The bugle was sounded, as the men raced into the wooded area.

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Eliminated: Thom Clarke & Cyril Hawke

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

In this first of five tournament post I will be putting who is eliminated after each one. This gives time for people who want to act out this scene the ability to do so- to talk about what has happened, or anything else you'd like to get in between these scenes :) Thanks!

Lᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ Lʜɪᴠᴏʀɪᴀ

Indeed it shall. Indeed it shall.

Sᴛᴇʀʟɪɴɢ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛs Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs

What a group of friends this is. LOL.
I need to reply to my other roleplay but I'll get a post up again sometime tonight :)