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@Lady Amalthea What the hell did Lord Rutherford do to Millicent?! God, please don't let it be what I think it is. D:
>When you finally get your computer back so you don't have to type on your tablet
@Morose I have been working on a character slowly. I am currently stuck writing on my tablet, which makes typing more frustrating and less reliable. I should be getting my computer set back up by tomorrow, so I will be more equipped to write up the more detailed parts of the CS then. I am certain I can get the CS completed by the end of the weekend. I am definitely liking the character I am creating so far. :3
@Lady Amalthea I am currently stuck writing on my tablet, which makes typing more frustrating and less reliable. I should be getting my computer set back up by tomorrow, so I will write a post up then. Sorry about the delay.


“She had the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it took only her laugh to realize that beauty was the least of her.”

Roleplays:
Strange New Waters - Character Killed / Completed


I am interested! I am ready to bust out a badass female character! I'm already coming up with ideas for her. I want to use Katheryn Winnick as my faceclaim. ;)


I want to pitch this idea out there of making a guide to horses with the purpose of helping people write about them more accurately and in more detail. As an individual with 10+ years of horse experience and close to getting a Bachelor of Science majoring in Equine Science, I feel I am well equipped to do so. The question is would my fellow roleplayers be interested in this or find this useful? If so, what kind of information would you be interested in knowing? This certainly would be enjoyable for me to make. :D
Oh! I forgot about Thalken! XD



Now I think that's all my characters that have theme songs so far. XD
I already have theme songs for some of my characters. Some of them fit better than others. Some these characters are just ideas and don't actually have a completed CS.

This song fits really well with her history in mind.


I actually have two songs in mind that work well for him.



This song actually fits with a character and a kingdom I had made.



Seraphina is basically just a recreation of Sapphira.





Okay. I'm done now. XD




Location: Almack’s
“It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”



As Fyror stood before Emma, he tried to make his presence as unassuming as his mangled face would allow. Though there was a softness evident in the rich amber of his right eye, it was heavily detracted from by the sickly white of his left eye and the extensive scar that accompanied it. More often than not, his scars took precedence over whatever handsome features remained and even over the compassion and chivalry he exuded. That was his unfortunate reality. Such a reality can be its own version of hell for a man, such as himself, who cares so openly and deeply for others. He stiffened at Emma’s stare, that all too common stare that saw the scar but never the man behind it.

He awkwardly cleared his throat after she had looked away nervously and spoke briefly to Dr. Graham. “Well, Miss Jones, I just wanted to let you know that if your family ever needs anything, feel free to contact me. My family, the Kildragon’s, are currently staying in the inn adjacent Hyde Park. We should be staying there for a while before we head back to Colchester Garrison. Just ask for Fyror Kildragon, and I will gladly come,” he explained. He bowed his head slightly before returning to Mrs. Wyndham’s side as Dr. Graham motioned him over. He quickly picked up his sword and sheathed it before helping the doctor move Mrs. Wyndham once more. He nodded his head in understanding of the man’s directions, and then they carefully lifted Mrs. Wyndham in unison. With all the crowds, it would be slow going carrying the injured woman through the ballroom and into the main corridor, but it was the least Fyror could do for the Wyndham family.







Location: Almack’s
“Maybe I’m not the person everyone thinks I am.”



Thalken’s brooding was cut short as his ears picked up the muted, yet still distinct, sound of a scream. It echoed off of the walls of the Octagon Anti-Chamber and grew fainter as it passed through the Musician’s Gallery to where he stood nearby. He abruptly pushed himself away from the banister, his hand tightening around the handle of his throwing knife. His gaze snapped over in the direction that the sound had come from. His instincts quickly took over as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He glanced over at his sister Thalcona and nodded his head in the direction of the Musician’s Gallery before taking off at a sprint. He quickly ran through the Musician’s Gallery with Thalcona close on his heels. The sound of a large cat’s roar rang out through the gallery. Regardless, they kept a steady pace as they nimbly dodged people and other obstructions.

They unceremoniously burst into the Octagon Anti-Chamber. Thalken’s nostrils were flared, and there was a wildness to his dark brown eyes as he quickly assessed the room and those in it. He noted the covered-up body of the Arch Graveolase and briefly glanced over the people before moving on to find the real threat. Upon his signal, Thalken and Thalcona seamlessly split up, taking opposite sides of the Octagon Anti-Chamber. He had not gotten far when a large white tiger barreled into the room. “God damnit!!” he cursed out loud as he came to a rapid stop, his eyes widening. The only time he had ever seen a tiger was during his time in China, training under the Three Harmonies Society. A high-ranking member of the transnational crime syndicate happened to own a tiger as a pet. On more than one occasion, those stupid enough to piss the man off got fed to said tiger. Needless to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Thalken watched as the tiger bounded over to the Grand Duchess and turned on those around it. He kept his gaze locked on the massive beast as he slowly and cautiously moved to find a safe opening to throw his knife into the fray. Just as his hand raises and he readies himself to make his throw, the situation miraculously changes. The woman reaches out and boldly touches the tiger as she talks to it in a foreign language. She ultimately calms the tiger, turning what was a menacing beast ready to attack into a docile and stoic creature. “What the hell?!” he states in exasperation. He hesitantly lowers the hand with the throwing knife, though he refuses to remove his gaze from the tiger just yet.
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