Name: Nicholas Forster Age: 70 years, but in appearance, around 30. Classification: Supernatural, vampire. Personality: A man of old, colonial traditions, he may seem stiff at first, but it is merely his mannered upbringing that restricts him from relaxing in impersonal spaces.
While Nicholas is a polite man, he does enjoy making fun of and teasing those around him once he knows them. He sometimes feels detached from a world where little to excites him, although he seems happier working within the ASA than he was previously.
Bio: While his father was an American working in the small Asian island of Singapore, his mother was of half-Indian, half-English descent. At the time, the small British colony was blossoming into a prosperous port, and Nicholas' parents met in the early 1920's at one of the many events held at an international country club. Despite their different backgrounds, the two soon got married, and had a couple of kids, including Nicholas.
During WWII, Nicholas' father remained in Singapore to protect the British colony against the advancing Japanese threat. In 1942, however, the island came under Japanese control, but Nicholas managed to escape alone to his father's native USA before anyone caught him.
In America, he encountered a clan of vampires. Long story short, he was eventually offered to join them by a seductive, old vampire lady, and accepted the offer without much consideration. Living so far away from his family in such tumultuous times, he reasoned that he would never meet them again, and might as well find a new family with the clan.
Within a couple of years, however, Nicholas grew tired with the seclusion of the vampire scene. As soon as the supernaturals were exposed and the ASA was established, he joined, and became a useful member due to his vast network of connections within the previously hidden supernatural communities.
Name: Skye Asselta Age: 24 Classification: Supernatural, enhancer. Gifted and educated in healing magic. Personality: An ambitious and goal-oriented young woman, Skye constantly feels an innate pressure to prove her worth both to herself and others. Her standards on both herself and those she work with are very high, and her perfectionist nature can cause her to be an annoyance to work with if the people around her does not have the same attitude—she knows the struggles she has been through, and will let little stand in the way for achieving what she wants to do.
Still, Skye remains a thoughtful and perceptive young woman. She does have a hard time trusting people around her, but she thinks, feels and cares a lot about them—perhaps even too much. While she carefully listens to and happily chats with other people, she avoids talking about the depths of herself and her own past. Maybe a way of avoiding her own issues, she simply focuses on others, both privately and professionally.
Bio: When Skye’s mother was in her early twenties, she met a charming young backpacking tourist from somewhere in northern Europe while working her usual evening shift at a bar. Although she only remembered his first name, he left her after their single shared night with what would be her first-born daughter. Up until middle school, Skye was raised by her mother in a poor, urban part of upper Connecticut. While Skye’s mother did her best to provide for her daughter, she struggled to maintain a job for a longer time due to her inherent supernatural abilities. Her mother always tried to hide her abilities, believing that she would be better off as a mundane, but her refusal to acknowledge them only caused her to lose control over when and how she used them.
Instead, Skye’s mother began relying on men to survive financially. Skye moved with her from apartment to apartment—whenever the men grew tired of her mother's erratic nature spurred by her inability to control herself, she soon found a new man to share her bed and pay her bills. After a couple of incidents involving both drugs and violence, Skye left her mother and went to live with her trusted grandfather who had just moved from Maine into a suburb in southern Connecticut. There, she grew up in peace from her tumultuous childhood, living with the father figure she never had. A retired man, her old grandfather spent his days driving her to school, cooking her dinner and helping her to learn how use the enhancing abilities she inherited from her mother. Skye had, like her mother before her, been ashamed of her abilities, but she failed to hide them from her grandfather. Since he lacked any supernatural traits himself, he soon became an easy and willing target for practising, for he suspected that, like Skye’s mother, his wife had hidden her abilities from him and died without ever recounting them.
It was under her grandfather’s care that Skye went to eventually take the test that proved that she was, indeed, a supernatural. Out of guilt that he didn’t take care of his daughter or wife, he saw to it that Skye got the proper education to learn how to use her enhancing abilities, and soon registered her with the government and League of Magic. During this time, Skye flourished and became an outgoing young girl.
In the last semester of Skye's final year of high school, however, her beloved grandfather passed away. One day, she stood waiting outside a school building that grew increasingly empty as the afternoon wore on. Upon having decided to walk back home, she met with two police officers that had already taken her grandfather’s body to the hospital. She was never told why he died, and the event took a heavy toll on her. Luckily, however, her grandfather passed on his house and all of his savings for Skye, which enabled her to remain independent from her mother. As soon as she graduated from high school, Skye sold his house and spent the money on her college tuition, refusing to return to the town where her mother lived.
Once she graduated from college, Skye sought work at the ASA, hoping that her work there would help other supernaturals from growing up despising themselves like her mother and even Skye herself at one point did. Perhaps resembling her mother more than she knows herself, Skye never had any success with relationships. Instead, she keeps focused on work during the days and meets with her friends at different bars and restaurants during evenings before retreating to the quietude of her own home.
Standing at 5’8”, Skye has a slender, fast, albeit not very muscular body. Often wears her hair tied up in a messy ponytail.
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Name: Audrey James Age: 25 Classification: Mundane, but arguably eccentric, seeing as she has highly attuned senses. Both a gift and a curse, her senses allow her to hear, see, smell and feel everything in great detail—often helping her in her work to notice things that others may not, but sometimes making her feel overwhelmed and nauseous. She doesn’t acknowledge that her senses might be eccentric, but simply believes that there is something wrong with the wiring in her nervous system, and has learnt how to take advantage of it. Personality: Sometimes, being with Audrey is like being caught in a whirlwind. One minute, she will be a spontaneous, happy-go-lucky young woman who can't wait to head out on the next adventure, while the next moment, she will crash into retreated silence. Most of her secluded retreats stem from her inability to monitor how her senses perceive the world around her—whenever there is an overload of information, she has a tendency to withdraw, or worse, snap.
Nevertheless, since she has learnt how to deal with the majority of what she refers to as her "sensory issues", Audrey most of the time remains an easy-going, carefree girl to be around. She requires a lot of stimulation to avoid being bored, but for Audrey, there is a fine line between just enough and too much.
Bio: Audrey was born the youngest of two sisters into a family that seemed to have it all, with her parents working for the government and earning decent wages that paid for a nice house, a couple of cars and family vacations every year.
The first time that Audrey realised that something might be a bit different with her was when her parents took her to an amusement park in her early teens. As soon as Audrey saw the hysterically twinkling lights and heard the disturbingly loud music shrieking from the speakers, she felt dizzy. The world started turning faster and faster around her. Before she had a chance to sit down and recollect herself she fainted and didn't wake up until later at the hospital. The incident became the beginning of an investigation initiated by her worried parents, where it eventually was concluded that at least the girl didn't suffer from epilepsy or any psychiatric disorder. Perhaps it was just hypersensitivity or teenage hormones—either way, Audrey and her parents had to accept the doctor's lack of explanation, and went on with their lives, content with that whatever happened that caused Audrey to become nauseous every now and then, there was at least nothing wrong with her.
Audrey grew used to her occasional seizures as she learned to control and focus on what of the constant sensational flow was important. Her life returned to normal, or at least until the day that her parents revealed that they were getting divorced. Their divorce became the beginning of a downward spiral—feeling that world that she had learned to grow comfortable in shatter beneath her feet, Audrey spent more and more nights away from home, and developed a worrying tendency to pick less than desirable company.
After an incident that nearly cost Audrey her life, her father offered her an internship at his office at a federal agency. It was a desperate, but successful, attempt to get his daughter back on track—she enjoyed the nature of the work and her keen senses proved quite useful. Eventually she was hired full-time and transferred to the ASA. Of course, there are many people that gossip that Audrey only got the job because of her father and his connections, a statement which, although partially true, she is intent on proving wrong.
Audrey is around 5'6", of athletic body build and has dark brown hair and eyes.
Elizabeth had never been out of the castle on her own. Whenever she left the castle, she had always accompanied by her father and his men, or her maids and guards. She had never been a part of the town. Instead, she had always felt like a statue to be gawked at—something inanimate in the eyes of the people. Now, on the other hand, she had the freedom to roam wherever she wanted. The thieves, the pardoners and the street children all passed her by at an arm lengths distance. Still, Elizabeth didn’t feel unsafe—had she worn her elaborate and all too expensive gowns, she would have made for an easy target of robbery and assault. The people would have recognised their princess straying outside of the walls of her confinement inside the castle. Now, on the other hand, she blended in perfectly walking across the bustling town squares.
Elizabeth had spent countless days sitting on the cold stone window sills of the castle, looking down at the town below her and day dreaming of what it would be like living as a merchant or knight, so she was hardly a stranger to the layout of the dwindling alleys and small houses. Still, although she looked as though she navigated the market of the town with ease, she was in awe at how lively it was. Whenever she had passed through accompanied by the royal guards, everyone had stopped what business they were doing and glared back at her in silence. Now, no one paid the slightest attention to the young woman looking around the square, except for a farmer shouting across his stall.
”Young girl!”, he said, attempting to grab her attention. ”How about these fine apples for you? Freshly picked from my very own farm!”
Startled, Elizabeth glanced at the abundance of red apples filling the cart in front of her. Although they indeed looked rather fresh and juicy, she politely declined the farmer’s offer.
”No thank you, good sir”, she said, just stopping herself from curtseying. She had, in her moment of wonder, almost forgotten who she were supposed to be and why she was here. There was a reason why she was dressed in the simple gown, her long, golden hair in a simple braid—she simply had no time to waste. ”Wishing you a good day”, she hastily added before heading off down the market.
There were a thousand possibilities, she thought to herself as masses of people passed her by. The mercenary could have gone anywhere, and seeing as the royal guards and their dogs that her father had sent out were not anywhere near the market at the moment, she assumed that whoever set parts of the castle on fire was not present where she was. Still, it was a moment of investigation. Not only of how she were supposed to carry herself as a commoner, but also of the talk of the town. If she could find a popular inn, she might hear rumours of the culprit and his rumoured identity there. If there was one thing that was common across all estates, rich and poor, it was the desire to gossip. An attack on the king’s castle itself surely would be on everyone’s lips in the evening, and Elizabeth needed to hear what people had to say.
Deciding to head towards the edge of the market, where she was more likely to find an inn among the townhouses, Elizabeth curiously peeked down every secluded alley. Most of them were empty, but every now and then, a stray cat slithered around the edge of the houses, or loud whispers escaped from the far end of the darkened alleys.
It took a few moments before Elizabeth heard the sounds of hoofs hitting the cobblestoned market square. As she turned around, she could see two men, clad in her father’s colours and riding on their fine high horses, surveying the market. Her heart beating in her chest, Elizabeth scurried down one of the secluded alleys. While her father might know about her task, she was not so sure his guards and servants were aware that he had let his only daughter go alone to town to find the mercenary. Still looking back her shoulder to make sure that the guards had not seen her, she did not realise that there was already someone hiding in the alley. With a loud thud, she bumped straight into a dark-haired man, almost causing her to fall over.
Hmm, yeah, I think that could definitely work. So both should basically randomly bump into one another, since none of them recognise each other? And then they will figure it out? :)
The King had been outraged for weeks. He had been subjected to ridicule for all of the Kingdom to see, as none of his men had managed to find whoever were threatening the him and his rule. King Berinon slept uneasily, which further contributed to his swaying moods. He had run out of patience, which was not all too uncommon; however, this time, he feared for his life.
”Is there no one in this land capable of obeying my commands?”, he shouted across the hall as the news of yet another threat came his way. King Berinon had called his nearest guards and council to discuss the best ways to deal with the agitators. Being the King of Edored, he was not unsusceptible to petty crimes, murders and small rebellions in faraway towns. Those were easily shut down with his forces, but this agitator was not so easily caught. Whoever it was, he was swift and slippery, always a step outside of the grasp of the King’s forces. ”If I don’t have this scoundrel’s head on a plate within a week, I will make sure I will have one of yours!”
The King’s words echoed across the halls of his castle long after the meeting had finished. As the people of castle returned to their doings, little did they know the two things would happen later that very day. The first thing was that their home would burn. The second thing was that their protected princess would, for the first time, leave the palace alone to pursue the agitator herself.
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The Lady Elizabeth, Princess and sole heiress to the throne of Edored, felt the smell of charcoal and smoke clenching her throat. Before she even realised it, she was out of the comfort of her bedroom, her heart racing in her chest. It was not the smell of the wood pleasantly crackling in her chamber’s fireplace. No, it was the smell of hundreds of years old panels set aflame.
Putting on her simple robe before rushing out of her chamber, Elizabeth ran into her maids.
”My lady, there is a fire”, one of them said, while the other looked around with panic in her eyes. ”We shall escort you to your father and your safety immediately”, her maid added, taking Elizabeth by the hand and dragging her along the hallways. Turning around a corner, Elizabeth could see the smoke filling the halls before she hurried down the stairs to meet her father in the great hall of their private apartments.
Enraged, the King stood with angrily flushed cheeks, shouting at his servants to put out the fire. ”It’s the culprit again! It’s that culprit!”
His screams caused the maids and servants to run around the hall, each trying to satisfy every new command he shouted.
”Father, I’m here”, Elizabeth said as she curtseyed before the King. For once, he grew silent. Examining his daughter for several moments before even uttering a sound, King Berinon’s silence spoke more words to Elizabeth than any other shouted command could have done.
They had had the conversation before, so she knew exactly what he wanted. As soon as the King opened his mouth, Elizabeth knew what had to be done.
”Go”, was all the King said. Before he could say anything else, Elizabeth turned on her heel and rushed back to her chambers. Her maids, unaware of her agreement with her father, hurried after, begging her to go outside palace to protect herself. As Elizabeth ordered them to seek protection for themselves, they exchanged confused looks before following their Lady’s command. The palace was on fire, but the lady Elizabeth, Princess of Edored and vital to the survival of her family’s reign, was coolly returning to her chambers.
The smell of the raging smoke hung heavy in the air—the fire still was not under control. She rushed through the hallways, clinging to the edge of the walls, following secret pathways out of the castle that few residents knew about. Although most women of her estate and age would fear going alone without protection, she felt an odd sense of excitement. Perhaps it was at the prospect of her freedom that her father so suddenly had granted her, or perhaps it was the mere thought that she might actually be useful for something now. Being the only child to a King, and a daughter at that, meant that there were many responsibilities that she failed to take. Elizabeth had already disappointed her father at birth, so when he told her of his plans to make her responsible for finding the mercenary who had troubled his kingdom, she knew this was her only chance at proving her worth.
And so, when Elizabeth entered the courtyard, she was exasperated to see the mess the guards had created. The gates were closed, and the culprit lost behind them. It took minutes before the gates opened again, and the guards rode out on their horses with full speed. Seizing the opportunity, Elizabeth snuck out of the gate. Dressed simply, the princess headed into the town in an attempt to blend in like any other woman. Up until now, the armed forces of men her father had sent to look for whoever did these deeds had failed. She hoped that she, in her lonely disguise, would prove more successful.
Bio: The only child to the King of Edored, Elizabeth has not always had her father's favours. Her mother, the Queen, died while giving birth to Elizabeth's stillborn younger brother. Since the King never recovered from the loss of both his male heir and his wife, Elizabeth was declared the sole heir to the throne of Edored. As such, Elizabeth enjoyed both the freedom and confinement of being next in succession, a freedom often granted to the male heirs. Having accompanied her father on many travels, Elizabeth does have a mind of her own. She is aware of her father's falling popularity among his people, but in an attempt to win his favours, she outwardly maintains agreement with her father.
Hello everyone. I'm Prologue and although I'm new to Roleplayer Guild, I have role played for many years. I am now looking to get back to role playing, but first I have a couple of things to sort out!
First of all, I think it is important that we develop a plot and background together. This is vital to get us both invested in the role play! Second of all, I like there to be romance in my role plays; however, I want there to be other things to the role play too. I like drama and grit, so I definitely want to see that in there. I love emotions and descriptions, so please make use of them - they are great for role plays! I usually play females, but I'm open to playing males too depending on the plot. I only do MxF. I'm somewhere between casual and advanced and I can adapt to suit my partner's needs.
I am pretty much open to anything, although I do have preferences for certain pairings and settings.
Settings Viking Medieval Tudor Victorian WW2 Modern Apocalyptic Post-apocalyptic
Pairings/Rough Plots Assassin x Target Kidnapper x Kidnapped Prisoners Rebellion Arranged Marriage Some sort of forbidden romance (whatever it may be)
Hit me up if any of these struck your fancy or if you want to role play something else! I'm definitely interested in hearing your ideas, so do PM me.
