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In [Casual-Advanced] Males and Females are welcome here! → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
So...I am currently searching for ONE OR TWO MORE roleplays at the moment.

Rules [+]


[Key:]
***** = Dying to do
*** = Have an idea for

Fandoms:

Anime and Manga:

*****Magi: Labyrinth of Magic
Pairings [+]

*****Sinbad no bokuen/ Adventure of Sinbad
Parings [+]

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Naruto
Hetalia

*I would prefer to play an OC*
* I am willing to play any characters if you'd like to double~*

Books:

Graceling / Fire
The Infernal Devices / Mortal Instruments
The Hunger Games
Harry Potter

Movies:

Rise of the Guardians
(Disney) Atlantis: The Lost Empire (OC only)

Original:

Historical:
Ancient Greece
Ancient Rome
Ancient Egypt
Western
Colonial times
American Civil War
Victorian
Oregon Trail

Modern: (1900 - present)
Mafia

Other:

Sci-fi / Futuristic
Steampunk
Arranged marriage (I put it here because it could work for anything really ^^" )
Candy Land

"Pairings":

Prince X Commoner (MxF, MxM)
Queen X Knight
Queen X Enemy King
King X Enemy Queen
King X Guard (MxM or MxF)
Queen X Guard (MxF, FxF)
Queen X Lady-in-waiting
Queen X Female Knight
Female Knight X Princess
Female Knight X Prince
Barbarian X Civilized (MxF, FxF, MxM)
Concubine X King
Slave X Royal (MxF, FxF, MxM)
In The Path Destruction Left → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
It was a tradition that they had started after the war, each day and night before he was to go to Hogwarts a small celebration was held. It mostly was just hanging out at home, getting his supplies and exchanging gifts. This year was no different, except that his father was missing another year. Their celebration was almost over. A soft sigh came from his lips as he looked out of the window of the apartment that he shared with his step-mother. Well, she had adopted him as her own, legally, right after she married his father but no one, not even him, minded that not many wanted to understand that she was his mother. His fingers traced the window pane one last time, until his next break. They had moved into the apartment shortly after his parents had married and it was here that he was raised with the stories of fantastic creatures and other worldly beasts. His father never had anything bad to say about the stories that he was told. It wasn't like he believed them anyways....okay that was a lie, he believed in most of them.

"Alan are you ready? We're meeting Charlie today."

Charlie Weasley was the friend of his mother, and it was Charlie who gave him the much needed 'male bonding time' that he lacked after the death of his father. "Yeah hold on!" He called out before grabbing a small package wrapped in brown paper. It was for Charlie.

Waiting at the base of the stairs was his mother. It was easy to see that the woman wasn't his mother by birth; her dark features were mismatched with his lighter ones. A wide smile graced her lips as she held her hand out to the boy. He walked closer to her with a smile of his own. She had been the mother figure in his life since he was only five years old. It wasn't until he turned eight when he was formally adopted as her own. She ruffled his hair softly and he fought back the blush that was threatening to bloom like wildfire on his cheeks.

It wasn't long until they had reached their destination - Platform 9 3/4. Slowly the pair made their way through the winding crowd and it was Alan who spotted the tall red head first. "Charlie!" The two yelled in unison as they charged forward, Alan manned the cart that held all of his supplies and other things, while his mother held onto the package that was intended for Charlie.
This was the one place that he loved the most, Hogwarts. It brought back many painful memories but like the light that triumphed over dark - the good memories outweighed the bad ones. There were many great times that he had in the halls of the old school. Much of it had been rebuilt and paintings of those that lost their lives during the final battle graced the walls. However, it wasn't the same. It would never be the same. He could never be the same. This was the place where Neville Longbottom had flourished in times of light and darkness. This was the place where so many friendships were built up, only to come crumbling to the ground.

But he wouldn't trade his memories for anything. They made him wiser and more capable of protecting the future generations of witches and wizards that came through the very halls that he once called home. He still called it home, Hogwarts would always be home. This was the place that tore his relationship with Hannah Abbott to the ground. She hated this place and she didn't understand why Neville would hold on to such a place. A feminine voice pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled. Shay understood why he chose to come back, she understood better than anyone. He looked at the school and took a deep breath. There were still times when the professor would sit within the halls or wander the school grounds lost in his thoughts and memories but he was getting better. He had his students and Shay to thank for that. Turning slightly to the young woman, he gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, let's get going."

This was, and always will be his home.
In Witch Hunt → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Jan Leon

Jan Leon and the dead knight spoke for hours despite his tiredness. They talked of many things; Jan Leon knew death well. He knew the ins and outs of it but not what happened after death. "Do you think I'm going to hell," he had asked, "For all of the things I have done for my father?" The knight was taken aback and he didn't know how to answer the prince. Was Jan really a damned man for something that was out of his control?

"I do not think so." The knight had finally answered, "You are a kindly man. It is your father who will go to hell." There was no sense in the knight holding his tongue against the emperor for he was already dead. How much more could he be punished? As the two talked, the prince was beginning to feel a weight lift from his shoulders. There were very few people in the world he could tell his secrets to; Risey was his first one, the second was any spirit that was willing to listen. He had begun to notice that there were less and less spirits each year in the castle. He raised his concern with the dead knight who merely told him to shrug it off.

Sometime during the night he had fallen asleep and the dead knight had left him. In the morning the prince had woke early to the sounds of the servants bustling about. Hunting days usually were a bit dull in the morning save for the noises made by the servants. Jan Leon dressed quickly into an old pair of dark colored trousers and a simple green shirt and he ran a comb through his messy brown hair before lacing up his boots and leaving his chambers. He couldn't remember if he even heard of where Dawn was staying or if she was staying in the same room as Elys. Now that he thought about it he remembered something he had said to her last night - he would pull the strings to make her able to come on the hunt today. Why had he offered to do that for her in the first place? Was it because he wanted to show thanks for her being a friend to Elys, or singing for them or was it something else entirely?

Jan brushed the thoughts aside as he called to the nearest servant. He rarely needed their help and it was surprise when the young man he had called came forth. "Y-yes my prince?" the man said with a shaking voice. Many had long since learned to fear the necromancer.

"Find Dawn, the Galorien woman who came with my Uncle last night. Bring her here to me with a change of clothes - preferably something with pants." The man nodded before scurrying away. Now all Jan had to do was wait.

Risey

Her hand flew to hide the wide smile that was splayed across her face and her shoulders shook in silent laughter. Risey had a difficult time imagining that someone would believe it if he chose to dress as a woman. Risey was in charge of making his mother into a painted beauty but she doubted that her skills with makeup would help the prince. When her laughter calmed down and she was able to keep a straight face, the woman looked up at the prince and nodded. She understood that this was to be carried out in secret and it would work out for her in the long run if she simply went with whatever he planned.

Her thoughts drifted back to the food within her pocket and she approached the other side of the table. "The children do not get enough." she said softly. Risey's throat was beginning to hurt but she continued talking. "We do get fed better than most," she took another pause. "But the children need more, and a sweet every once in a while wouldn't hurt them." She took a few steps back from Sig before bowing deeply. The brass beads in her hair weighted down the locks and the beads clinked together. As Risey stood straight she took a bead into her fingers and worked it from her hair until it rested freely in the palm of her hand. It had a surprising amount of weight to it. She pressed it into Sig's hand before trying to wordlessly explain her thoughts.

When she failed in trying to convey the message she mouthed everything slowly. 'Once in your disguise - I will help - you must make your way from here and down to the lowest levels of the castle. If any servants stop you show them this. I have to report to your mother after helping you. But I will meet you in the lowest levels.' Risey's position as the personal servant of the Empress carried significant weight with the other servants. She was able to go into many places where they could not. Any servant with a brass bead from Risey would be granted these permissions since the Empress would often ask for the help of other servants under Risey's charge. She gave a polite nod and smile to the prince before leaving the room through the main door. After she was safely within the hall, Risey bolted down one of the hidden passageways.
In the morning the servants woke before the sun, like they always did. Their tasks for the day were started; clothes and other things were gathered to be taken to the river to be washed, the horses were fed and washed, the cooks went about cleaning the kitchen and preparing the food for the day to come. Most servants began to sweep the halls, and dust the paintings. Some even washed the floors with sponges attached to wooden handles. They would be done before most others would wake in the castle. Today was a hunting day, so the servants would be allowed to roam the halls as they went about their chores instead of taking the hidden passageways. The nobles were too worried with their own tasks of preparing for the hunt to pay any mind to the servants that went about.

In the early morning hours Risey was already preparing the clothes of the Empress to be taken to the river. The fine silks and delicate stitches were only tended to by three servant’s total: Risey, a plump woman with a ruddy complexion named Gabriele, and a younger girl with pale blonde hair named Angeliecia. Together they made up the Empress's servants. While Risey was her personal servant, Gabriele tended to her chambers and Angelecia, a new servant, was tasked with aiding Gabriele and occasionally she was taken under Risey's wing. With their arms piled high with various dresses, the three couldn't see where they were going and would bump into each other every once in a while. Gabriele was the most vocal of the group and her laughter bounced off of the walls and echoed back to them. She was a kindly woman with a large and warm heart. Her dark hair was tied into a knot on the top of her head with a simple piece of white cloth tied over her forehead to keep her bangs back. Her olive green dress was adorned with a white apron that held a few scented bars of soap that they would use to wash the dresses and some scrubbers as well as their rations for breakfast.

In the middle of the group was Angeleica. Her long, thin, pale hair was left to fall freely down her back in soft waves. She was one of the few of Nicaean blood that worked within the castle. It wasn't quite common but many of the Nicaean servants and slaves in the land were often sold by their families for food or money. "Are you still alive Risey?" She joked as she attempted to glance over her shoulder at the dark haired woman. Risey had enough experience as a servant to handle such a large load of clothes but she was quite small compared to the other women so it was quite comical that the pile of clothes was nearly as tall as she was. Only the very top of her head was visible as she walked, occasionally she would allow the pile of clothes to slip just under her eye level.

"Oi Gabb! I think Risey needs a break!" Angeleicia grinned widely. "The tower of clothes is too big for her!"

Risey wouldn't admit it but the friendly teasing reminded her of home.
In Akatsuki Recruits - with Sunflower → 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The best thing of a living doll was that they were a constant source of companionship. For the longest time it had only been Kazu and Ran living together in seclusion within the Land of Earth. They would only venture from their home high up in the mountains to gather new pieces for Kazu's collection. Her collection had given her the brand of a criminal and although she never truly left her village, and ran a blade through her head band, she was by all accounts listed as a missing nin. While her puppet only held ten internal seals she carried another scroll that contained all of the other pieces in her collection. Kazu's activities had resulted in many of the clans within the Land of Earth to tighten their security and raise alarm when someone from outside of the clan got too close. Ran had been there for her; through running away and finding a suitable place to call home and even when she was contacted by the Akatsuki.

Back within the room she shared with Ran, Kazu reflected back on the day not too long ago that she was asked to join. It had been odd that someone who was not part of the Akatsuki, well formally, but that would change soon, as he stated, had come to persuade her to join them. He had an odd way of acting - child-like and quite loud but he was a breath of fresh air for the two of them. Kazu hadn't seen the man at all since arriving nor had she heard anything about him.

Ran lay beside her on the bed with her small hand tucked within Kazu's slightly larger one. It was common for the two to share the same bed out of habit; they were twins after all and had spent almost every waking minute together. Back before their parents had died the two slept in separate rooms. Living dolls were treated as members of the family, which they were. Born from the wombs of the Rinha women, they had every right to be a member of the clan. Kazu and her mother had cared for Ran; giving her baths, feeding her and teaching her how to talk. Kazu still did those things, only in private as not many understood that Ran was her sister and more than just a tool. Yes she still used her sister for her medical needs but Kazu always thought more of her than that. Somewhere during her ramblings within her mind, Kazu fell asleep with Ran curled at her side.
In Akatsuki Recruits - with Sunflower → 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kazu almost didn't see the other female until they had almost bumped into each other. Her mind had been on the fact that she had been instructed to heal people who didn't need it. It ws a waste of her talents as a healer if everyone was fine and dandy! Kazu took personal offence to the way some of the others grumbled that they didn't "need or want a useless, weak female" helping them. Honestly she was just as strong and skilled as they were. Granted everyone had different strengths and weaknesses and they had yet to see what she could do, but that didn't mean they could count her out just yet! The woman noticed the way that the younger looking female directed her attention at her hair. If she remembered correctly there had been talk that the younger woman had a fetish for hair, or something like that.

As she looked closer at the girl she could see signs of exhaustion and pain, ones that would be missed by any ordinary person. As a healer, Kazu was trained to recognize when someone needed help but didn't ask for it. Usually pride was the main cause of so many injuries flying under the radar and getting worse. People, especially a skilled shinobi, didn't want to be seen as weak for asking to be healed. "If I ever decide to cut my hair I'll let you know," Kazu said, "I quite like my hair like this."

The woman gently grabbed Yura's wrist and examined her hand. "You over worked yourself." Kazu gently bent each of her fingers to gauge just how affected they were. Stiff and swollen fingers were quite difficult to manage without the proper healing techniques. They didn't seem to be a hassle but when you use your hands a lot and move them, and then their healing doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hope. As Kazu examined Yura's hands her eyes lingered in the black tattoo like seal on her palm. Kazu knew enough of fuinjustu to be able to glance at it and know it was a seal. "Well, well, well...We need to fix your hands and everything else or else you won't be able to use your justu let alone be able to walk to your room~" Kazu noted the worn expression on the girl's face. Through a simple touch Kazu could heal almost anything save for organs but that's where Ran came into the picture. The Rinha had been sought after for their healing techniques and for their uncanny knack for saving those with half a body already past death's door There were no comparisons between the Rinha and the medic-nin of today. The medic-nin of today only gained fame for 'discovering' techniques that had once been employed by the Rinha. Kazu was resentful towards many of the medic-nin in the world due to their habit of riding on the coat tails of the Rinha's success and demise.

Kazu was able to heal the girl's body beyond what could be done at a hospital. Healing everything from her swollen hands to the littlest aches and pains to the dehydration and exhaustion within the girl, Kazu was able to call her work satisfactory when she moved Yura's fingers again and found that the swelling was gone. It was a nasty habit really; she just couldn't help herself when it came to sampling the chakra of others. Kazu absorbed small amounts of the girl's chakra through their joined hands and a small smile came to her face. It was how she learned about others. Kazu never let anyone live long enough to know them beyond their skills and abilities....But she doubted the leader would enjoy her taking advantage over how many unique chakras and abilities were in the Akatsuki.

"What a lovely ability you have," she almost couldn't stop herself from taking more chakra, " I'd love to add it to my collection too!" If it wasn't for the sickly sweet smile that didn't reach her dead eyes, one could look over the shadows that lurked behind her words. For a moment her thoughts drifted to who her partner would be. She wondered if it was Yura, she wanted to observe her abilities first hand.

The price for Kazu healing someone extensively was the sudden wave of tiredness that swept through her like a cold wind. "You will still need to rest. I may have healed your body but your mind is something else."

This was why, aside from her collection, she was chosen for the Akatsuki. The Rinha were few in numbers today and those that still practiced medical ninjutsu could be counted on a single hand. With a yawn, Kazu allowed Yura's hands to drop from hers. Quietly she turned away from the younger female without a word, as if nothing had transpired between them. She needed to get back to Ran.
In The Path Destruction Left → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay


Murphy-Rose Laurent (nee Alvarez)

26 | Beauxbatons Alumni | Half Blood | Magizoologist & writer for The Quibbler

Her wand is an eight and a half inch wand crafted out of Rowan wood with a Chimera Scale core.
An heirloom wand, the Rowan wand has been in her family for generations. It has been passed through the matrilineal line of her family.

Boggart - Losing her son. | Animagus - N/A | Patronus - Dragonfly

Murphy-Rose is quite protective and motherly by nature. She constantly loves to tease her step son (through howlers) about his interest in girls and other things. She's quite childish in nature and loves fantastical stories (which was why she accepted her job as a writer for The Quibbler). There is a serious side to Murphy-Rose that does surface when the health and well-being of someone she cares for is a cause for concern.

Other;;
- She has found employment through [i]The Quibbler[i] - an eccentric magazine that focuses on many 'imaginary' creatures, it was founded by Xenophillius Lovegood. She is also co-authoring a book with Luna Lovegood.

-Her birthplace is America but shortly after her third birthday her parents moved the family to Southern France where she grew up to attend Beaubaxtons. It was in her childhood that she met Fleur Delacour and the two became friends.

-At the age of eighteen Murphy-Rose met a wizard ten years her senior and the two started a relationship (despite her still being in school.) From a previous marriage he had one son, who was eight at the time. Three years later the two were married (the same year as Bill and Fleur). Their marriage lasted two and a half years and ended with the death of her husband. She maintains a good relationship with her former in-laws.

-Murphy-Rose adopted her step-son shortly after she married his father. The boy is thirteen now and attends Hogwarts.

-Having met the Weasley family and their friends through Fleur, Murphy-Rose struck up a friendship with Charlie Weasley due to their similar interests.

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Neville Longbottom

22 | Gryffindor Alumni| Pure Blood | Auror (formerly), Professor of Herbology

His wand is a thirteen inch wand crafted of cherry wood with a unicorn hair core.

It took Neville a while to find his bravery and confidence. It took him through some trials to be able to call himself a true Gryffindor but now he's always confident in his abilities and his students. Neville has proven to be popular with his students, spending extra time with those who remind him of his younger self- shy and kinda clumsy.

Other;;

-Neville became an Auror immediately after the war. His heart was always set on becoming a professor at Hogwarts, with the position of Professor of Herbology in particular. He left his position as an Auror a year ago to pursue his dream of being a Professor.

-He started a three year romance with Hannah Abbott shortly after the war ended. He proposed to her after a year of dating but the pair never settled on a date. However, the two had everything else planned out such as the colors and location for a wedding. Their romance ended when the two realized they wanted very different things out of life- Hannah wanted to become the landlady of the Leaky Cauldron and live a quiet life away from the memories of war but Neville wanted to become a professor, returning to Hogwarts and ensuring that the following generations would be safe. This lead to many fights between the two.

-Neville's grandmother passed a few months after he became a professor. Her death hit him hard since she raised him but he had Shay there to keep him afloat.
In Witch Hunt → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Jan Leon

The Prince let his thoughts linger on the word Galorien. He had seen hell; he had been the ruler of that hell for a few short days. Jan Leon didn't want to remember the events leading up to Galorien's fall. He did not want to remember the way the broken and bruised bodies devoid of life stirred once more on the battlefield. He wanted to forget it but his mind and heart would not allow it. As they walked he sensed the presence of the ghost knight beside him. The man had been a valuable friend to Jan, no matter how long they may have talked to each other. That man knew more about the Prince's darkest time than his own father did. The Emperor had been safe and away from the violence but his son and the now dead knight had been in the heart of it all. The Prince did not cry, he could not cry. There were no tears for the fallen kingdom within him.

"You have only seen the towns and cities of Nicaea," he said, "You have not seen the true beauty that lies within this land." There was a bitter tone to his voice and perhaps it was his misplaced anger. There was always anger when he thought of Galorien and what he had done there. When they arrived at his apartments, he looked at Dawn from the corner of his eyes. "I will pull a few strings for you then but I doubt my Aunt would like the impression you would leave of Elys. She's quite...stuck on having Elys be a perfect lady." He said before saying his goodbyes and walking into his apartments. Beside him the ghost knight continued to follow. His guards gave curt nods before closing the doors behind him.

"You seem tired, my Prince."

"I am..." He admitted, "I feel drained just thinking of that day...and I feel drained when people hold me at arm’s length." Jan walked through his sitting room before practically diving onto his bed. Usually he would sleep within the tiny room of his workshop but tonight he must put on the show that he is the proper Prince who enjoys his life in the castle. It was his prison. He was forever bound here until his father felt that he was no longer of use. Lying face down on his bed, Jan sighed deeply. The ghost knight sighed softly before sitting on the edge of his bed. Jan had been expecting the weight of a person to sink the edge down but the man was dead; there was no way for him to weight down the bed.

"You raised an army of the dead and slaughtered countless men. It's something that people are always going to be wary of." The knight said. "How are they ever going to look past what you can do?"

Jan shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to do about it. "I am a monster...they're right."

"My Prince you are not a monster. You've simply been given the gift of using the dead."

"It's not a gift, it's a damn curse.” Jan rolled over onto his back with his arms and legs spread out wide. "Why would the gods give me such a curse? Why would they give anyone the curse of magic?"

The knight shook his head before leaning forward on his knees. "I don't know. Maybe they think you will be able to do something about the world." The knight was, well had been, just a few yeard older than Jan. He was a handsome man, Jan remembered feeling a pang of envy because of the man. His strong jaw was lined with sand colored stubble. He had been fairly tall like Jan himself but stockier in terms of muscle mass. His hair was uncombed as it had been in his final moments of life and his green eyes held such life despite the fact that he was dead. Perhaps it had been because the man was now free of the horrors of having to fight once more or because he took some sort of twisted enjoyment out of seeing Jan suffer. A boyish grin swept across his face.

"Everything will fall into place, Jan Leon." That was the first time that he had called the Prince by his given name.

"Just give it time."

Jan closed his eyes, having heard the words of the man. He didn't know if he could be that patient.


Risey

Risey nearly had a heart attack at the words of the Crown Prince. He wants to leave the castle? How daring for someone of his status. This could be the perfect opportunity to get more information~ she thought. Risey had been told of the Mind Mages that watched over things and she was careful with her thoughts. A spy had to be careful and guard against anything. She looked around his sitting room and smiled to herself, the room was a perfect reflection of the man sitting across from her. It was quite simple just like him but one could see the royalty within the room. Sig was like that she came to understand. He was quite simple like his brother but he was confident in his position in life. Risey pecked at the food, taking the meats for herself but tucking away the soft bread and a few other things within the cloth napkin that had been provided. It wasn't for later, she could go without the rich foods of the royals for a life time, instead the things she chose to hide in the pocket of her dress were for a child; young boy who had been born to a Nicaean Lord and his Galorien servant woman. The boy had been contracted to live and serve within the castle and he brought Risey much enjoyment. The boy was funny and he often told the most wondrous stories despite being only ten.

As she finished, the woman wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and glanced at the Crown Prince. She tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear before she closed her eyes. This was the perfect opportunity for her to do many things but she wondered briefly about just how she was going to get him out of the castle unnoticed. Opening her eyes, Risey let a wide smile come to her face. "I'll help you...But I must ask for a few more pieces of bread...for someone special." she said. Sig was the only one who could hear without having to get too close but she wished he knew how to read lips. It had been so long since she was able to talk for extended periods of time without the aid of her charmed necklace, which couldn't be used while she was within enemy territory. Anyone familiar with magic would notice right away what the necklace was for. The woman toyed with the strip of white cloth that was tied snugly against her throat and for a few moments she debated with herself if she should take it off. Usually she took off the cloth once she was able to retire for the night. Reaching around her neck and under her hair, Risey tugged on the knot before it fell away and she gathered the cloth in one of her hands before depositing it within the pocket of her dress alongside the food.

On her neck were three evenly spaced scars. They were raised with slightly jagged edges and they stood out from her pale skin. She wasn't ashamed of her scars but she knew that the nobles did not enjoy looking at them. They were a reminder for all that terrible things had to happen in the past although they refused to acknowledge them. Her scars did not originate from the Galorien Invasion like many had believed. The Empress and Jan believed that the scars and her inability to talk above a whisper were a result from the war their kingdom had caused. They had occurred in her childhood during the Daniycian Civil War, when she and her siblings were attacked. Risey couldn't remember many of the details of that day, only that she had been playing with her sisters within the walls of their home and there was shouting; lots and lots of shouting before pain and then nothing. When she had woken up her voice was gone. Risey was forbidden to look into a mirror or some other reflective surface in fear that she would be afraid of what she seen. It had taken a year before she was able to know what had happened to her. Three of her sisters had similar injuries but to other parts of their bodies. One was cut on her arm, another on her abdomen and the third on her face.

Risey looked at the Prince with her chin held high. She wondered if he would be surprised. It was no secret that she was unable to talk but the reactions that the scars got out of people gave her a twisted sense of gratification that they could see the horrors of violence and how those events lived within a survivor. That's what she was - a survivor . There were no other words to describe the woman.

"I hope...you...do not....mind..." Her earlier talking had taken a lot out of her. "If I..." she gestured to her bare throat.

The dark haired woman's thoughts went back to getting the Prince out of the castle and an idea came to mind. Under the castle was a river of sorts; it had been built originally as a drainage system but after a new system was put in place the old one was forgotten and it was allowed to flood and it had been converted into a means of transportation underground that was mainly used for hauling in the spoils of war. That would be a safe place to take him. The system opened up into a small hidden dock just outside of the final wall of the castle and under the cover of the nearby forest. The Empress had told her about the route, as she commonly used it to travel to a small private springs that she owned.

Risey looked around for any clothes that could be of use to the Prince, ragged ones that would allow him to pass as a commoner. Finding none from her seat the woman gestured to her own clothes by tugging on the shoulder of her dress. It was going to be interesting trying to communicate with the man through non-verbal means.
In Witch Hunt → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Jan

It was a well known fact that the Prince did not enjoy drinking wine, especially the wines served to the royals. He claimed that it was far too sweet for him to handle but he would take sips from his goblet when he felt the need to drink something. But why was he stumbling around like he had drank most of the wine? The servants that cleared and cleaned the now messy table had to wonder if perhaps tonight he had indulged more than he usually did. In any case they went back to their task at hand, allowing the Prince and the Galorien woman some time to talk among themselves.

"That may be wise," he said to the woman as he leaned on her. Jan had allowed enough f his weight to stay off of her in fear that he would crush her. He wasn't the biggest man there was but Jan was no twig either. The woman beside him was much smaller and frailer looking, which made the Prince worry deeply. "I usually don't get like this...which is strange because I didn't have much wine at all...it must have been the age of the wine or something." Jan tended to ramble when he became nervous. He was quite nervous being so close to someone he had never met before. The Prince was never all that good with strangers, at least not like how his brother was at least.

"So tell me, Dawn...what do you think of Nicaea? It's a beautiful land. I'd love a chance to see more of it though." The Prince was, like any other royal, essentially a prisoner in his own home...if it could be called that. Weren't homes supposed to bring you comfort? Jan never felt totally comfortable within his chambers in the castle which was why he spent most of his days and nights hiding away in his workshop. The topic was often brushed under the rug for royals must always appear to be happy and content locked away within their stone walled castles and away from fresh air and sunlight. As they walked, Jan tried to keep as much weight off of her as possible which resulted him in walking with what appeared to be a limp.

Risey

After drawing the bath for the Empress, like she had been instructed to do, Risey poured in scented oils into the water before leaving. On the Empress's bed was a delicate burgundy silk nightgown with a single white bow that would settle between the breasts. Soon the Empress had entered the room and Risey aided her in taking the delicate strings of pearls out of her hair and unzipping her dress before folding it for the other servants to take later. "I'll be fine, Risey. You go and eat." The Empress told her. It was customary for the servants to eat not long after their masters for soon they would have their time to tend to their own hygine and clothes. The Empress smiled widely, "Tonight I shall ask my husband to comb my hair for me." She said in a low whisper. Risey's cheeks colored pink and she only shook her head as the Empress laughed. It was a little awkward knowing so much about the sex life of the royals. It was bad enough knowing that Risey would oversee the servants who cleaned their chambers and changed the bed sheets that were in dire need of being washed constantly.

Risey left the Empress with a bow before hurrying out of the room. She reached the room of Prince Sighart in no time and she contemplated going inside before she remembered her place as a servant and a spy. There would be another time for her to get her precious moths or even another flying creature into his room for surveillance. Patiently she waited after knocking on the door to his chambers. The other servants walked past with hurried steps. No doubt they would begin to talk for what was Risey, the personal servant of the Empress, doing at the heir's door at night when she should be finishing her duties before getting her dinner?
In Akatsuki Recruits - with Sunflower → 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It was odd to be around people other than Ran for the first time in five years. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be in the presence of someone that could hold conversations, someone who had thoughts and feelings just like her. For the longest time she had believed that Ran's company was the only thing that she would ever need, but in a matter of moments she began to think that she was wrong. Standing on the opposite end of the room stood a taller woman with light blue hair that was tied into a bun and decorated with a white paper flower. The woman's lower face was covered but Kazu could make out the shade of her eyes and the color of her makeup. It took Kazu a few moments to understand that the woman was talking to her. "Your instructions are to find members that need healing of any kind..." Kazu let her mind wonder and the familiar tug of Ran on her shoulder brought her out of her wanderings. The child-like person on her shoulder was nothing more than a tool at the end of the day. "Kazu..." The soft voice of Ran stirred her even more.

"Do you understand?" The woman asked.

Kazu nodded although she scarcely heard a word the woman had spoken. After Kazu was excused to go about her duties as one of the newest members, Ran climbed over her shoulder and settled herself within her arms. Within their clan it had been common for children to be born as twins or sometimes even triplets. One child would be born normal but their twin or triplet would be born with no mind, emotions, and the ability to feel pain or anything that made them human in the minds of others. Of course there was a few that had managed to be born in a half-way state between being normal and being a living doll. Ran was one of these half-way beings. Although she was able to talk and had a small idea of what was going on in the world, she was still a living doll. She behaved more like a toddler; talking in simple sentences or single words. Ran had been born genderless like all of the living dolls although Kazu identified Ran as female. Looking down at the small person in her arms, Kazu sighed softly. Ran's tiny hands clutched tightly to the Akatsuki robes that Kazu wore. The young woman could see the small scars that littered Ran's fingers, they were all injures that Ran had never felt before. She was still a living doll but she was also Kazu's sister.

It was complex trying to explain it to people when they asked but Kazu had learned to ignore them. The duo approached one of the many rooms that they had claimed for themselves and Kazu set Ran down on the bed that was pushed into the corner. "Listen Ran, you must stay here, alright? I will be back in a little while to get you again. I need to get some healing done and perhaps find some herbs to create some more medicine for you."

Ran stared at her sister blankly. She could not understand anything beyond "stay here". There were no tears like one would expect, there was no temper tantrum and demands for Kazu to stay with her. This was where Ran was more doll-like. "You...go?" Ran questioned.

Kazu nodded, "It's only for a little while okay? I'll be back soon so why don't you take a nap?" She said before scooping Ran up into a hug and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. Ran nodded before settling herself on top of the bed and closing her eyes. Glancing back over her shoulder at Ran, the young woman smiled. Ran was such an innocent being. It pained her to use Ran for medical uses but that was what Ran was there for. It was her duty just as much as it was Kazu's duty to protect her. As she went room to room trying to find members in need of healing or help, Kazu pushed the thoughts of Ran to the back of her mind. She did not need any distractions from her task and sadly that's what Ran was to her.
In Witch Hunt → 12 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
As the men and women at the long table talked and grew drunk on the sweet wine that other servants poured into their gold and glass goblets, there were a select few servants who began to entertain the nobles. They were small men, dwarves brought into the castle from harsh lives on the streets or in orphanages, and although it was not the most dignified of jobs, they performed well. The small men, as they were called, often employed the use of small magic - skills that the Emperor had no use for but the tricks proved to be a hit with their guests. Risey watched their performance with such scrutiny. She was a user of magic, skilled in the art of summoning creatures, and she was often critical when she noticed another with magic. Before her life with the royal family, or the lowly noble one before them, she had been quite close to the royal family of Galorien. They had taken her in when her own family and kingdom had fallen. Hailing from a land across the sea called Danycia where summoning magic was quite normal, the raven haired woman was raised to understand the workings of the magic of others.

It had been the pride of her family, and it was her knowledge of magic that she was quite proud of. Danycia was a small island kingdom located off of the coast of Galorien; it was largely uninhabited now and she was sure that the lush forests had reclaimed much of their stolen lands. She knew there were a few settlements of survivors who had stayed but many left their island home. It had happened when she was young, about the age of eight when her uncle led a rebellion of his own...well it was more like a civil war. He had desired the crown for himself and had convinced a number of their people that he was the rightful heir to the throne. For five and a half years they aged war against each other. When it was over with the deaths of her uncle and her father as well as most of her immediate family, she was sent to Galorien. Her home nation and Galorien had been allies and in the early stages of the war the larger kingdom had sent in their men to aid them. As the war took its toll on Galorien, the king had decided to pull his men out and allow the Danycian people to fight among themselves.

Galorien was her home for a short time but it was the place where she felt her heart belonged. She had been a refugee of the Danycian Civil War when she had been welcomed into the larger country. Due to her status in life she was taken to the capital where she resided until Galorien was invaded. been invaded by Nicaea. It had been the king of Galorien that welcomed Risey with open arms. He had seen it as an advantage to have one of the many princesses of Danycia, her family was now fabled to be scattered around the lands but she doubted that much was true. Many of her sisters had survived she was sure of it. Maybe one day she would return to her homeland and find her sisters. The brass beads in her hair had been gifts from her sisters - all six of them - and she treasured them greatly as they were the last ties to her family that she had.

Shaking her mind free of the thoughts and memories, the woman watched as the little men performed their acts. When she was called to the side of the Empress, the woman quietly bent down to the level of the seated woman. A small, sly smile came to the lips of the older woman as she gave her orders. Risey's cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red and she hurried away to carry out her task.
Jan Leon was beginning to hate these gatherings. Several of the already drunk noblemen began to question him about his magic and what he could do - one even demanded to talk to his long dead mother-in-law! Jan Leon faintly caught the slurred I wanna tell her that she's always been a bitch before the nobleman was escorted to one of the many guest chambers by a servant. The painful twisting of his nerves made the prince lose his appetite and he had been looking forward to the puddings that were served. His eyes drifted over to the dwarves who were performing with cheap magic, as he called it. The prince sighed as he pushed some of his food around his plate. From the corner of his eye he caught onto the misty form of an apparition. These were normal occurrences for him as time went on, he hadn't seen the spirits when he was a child. No, they only started to show themselves recently. He observed the apparition silently; at first he had been frightened of them but now he was growing used to them, just like he had with the voices.

The apparition took the semi-transparent, smoky form of a tall man dressed in the garb of a knight. He remembered the man as one that had accompanied them to Galorien during the invasion. Jan remembered when the man had died as well; it was something that he could never forget. The man had been protecting Jan and he had taken the arrow that was meant for the Prince. The tunic around the man's chest and shoulders was stained with the blood that had poured from the man's neck. Jan was pleased not to see the arrow. My prince.... The ghost knight called out to him. You are looking well.
Jan closed his eyes and wished for the man to go away. His voice called out to the prince once more, I hope my death was worth it. There was a sense of bitterness from the man, which was understandable; Jan would be pissed too if his life had been cut short to protect some kid who spent his time crying and hiding within a tent. He didn't blame the man either for the emotions that poured from his voice. I hope that your father is done with everything. At first Jan had wondered if his father had been the one to order the death of the knight as an act to spur his son into raising the dead and creating a never ending army. Strong emotions such as fear and anger often made the prince lose control.

But he had learned that war was absolute hell.
It was something that he never wanted to experience again. There was talk that the people of Galorien were happy with the new way that their country was being controlled. They no longer were a people united under the name of Galorien - they were now citizens of the vast Nicaean Empire. They no longer had the identity that they once had; Galorien's fleece wasn't as snow white as they wanted many to believe. Once the dinner came to a close, with many of the nobles with noticeable alcohol-induced blushes on their faces, Jan Leon quietly stood up and made his way to the Galorien woman. He nervously cleared his throat and glanced away.

"I wanted to thank you...for singing to us earlier." He said nervously to the woman. He found that he couldn't look her in the eye without having to fight down a blush.
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