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Part One of Two

NOTE: This character is also filed under Male Selected

"My life is a sham. I'm a prince but I won't ever be king, I'm 'free' but who I marry will be chosen for me. The key to my life is held, and not by me. I have no choice in things that matter. Is it so bad for me to make bad choices in things that don't matter, if only to take my mind off of how little I can actually control?"



Basic Details

Full Name: Basilio Amedeo Ezzelini
Name Meanings:
* Basilio, Italian, meaning "King"
* Amedeo, Italian, meaning "to love God"
* Ezzelini, Italian, meaning "Justice and Submission"
Nicknames: Basil, Bass.

Age: 21
Date of Birth: November 1st.
Place of Birth: Rome, Italy



Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. He usually sleeps with women more outwardly than men, and often his dalliances with men are more secret.
Relationship Status: He's been entered into the Illean Selection by Prince Oliver, because of having been in love with Prince Mavis six years ago.

Caste: One, Royalty.
Occupation: Prince of Italy.
Face Claim: Penn Badgley

Appearance:


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Height: 5'9
Weight: 165 lbs (pure muscle)
Hair: Deliciously curly chocolate brown hair, you just want to run your fingers through it.
Skin: Tan skin.
Eyes: Deep chocolate brown eyes, they get darker the more serious he is.
Body: He's tall, strong, and full on muscle. His body is his temple, sculpted by gods. At least that's what the women whisper and giggle about.
Voice: Smooth, rich as velvet, thick with an Italian accent.
Distinguishable markings: He has no scars or tattoos, yet.

Dress Style: He likes comfort. Loose drawstring pants or jeans, loose shirts that he can roll the sleeves up. Or even better, completely naked. He doesn't care much for fashion, just enjoying comfortable, expensive clothing.



Personality: Basileo is a man whore. He is a sex addict, practically. He will sleep with any pretty girl or handsome guy who breathes. But in truth, this is because of a deeper meaning- his desire to be free to control his own future. Who he sleeps with is the only thing he has control over in his life, and it irritates his parents, so he uses sex to rebel. That... and he really likes sex. Still, there's a lot more to Basileo than that. He's a charming devil, with his suave Italian accent, very eloquent. Despite his sometimes arrogant attitude, he actually holds a lot of respect for women. He's been taught manners and he uses them, and despite being able to convince the clothes off a nun, he does it with absolute genuine niceness. Basileo is witty and clever, he's got a curious side. He's very adventurous, always the first to try a new kind of food or go to a new place. But he's also a restless guy. He has very little patience, and he doesn't like being kept out of the loop. Basileo is a romantic, he's very thoughtful and good at remembering things. He is brave, as well. Basileo also has a really bad jealousy side. It's awful, since he's the one who cheats so much, but he's very possessive once he's claimed a girl as his. Basileo can be very playful and kind, he's generous and a good man at heart, despite his faults.



Likes: Sex, cuddling, cute girls and guys, blondes/light brunettes, dancing, hot showers, hot coffee, cool air, four poster beds, old books, libraries, sweaters, castles, dates, smiles, warm hugs, passionate kisses, his friend Mavis.

Dislikes: Being ignored, being heartbroken, being rejected, blood, large bodies of water because he can't swim, and losing people he loves.

Hobbies and Interests: Sex, sex, and more sex. Just kidding, Basileo does have a life. Basileo actually is quite fond of literature. Reading, writing. He's really good at writing, especially poetry. Basileo also plays the guitar and the violin, and he's rather athletic, enjoying to jog. He took Gymnastics as a kid and still is pretty good with it, too. That and fencing. He has a lot of hobbies... though sex is his favorite.



Strengths: Despite his infidelity, Basileo has a big heart, and he cares deeply. He loves deeply. He's selfless when it comes to the person he loves. Oh, and he's physically strong, the man is full muscle.

Weaknesses: Basileo has trouble with feelings. Sex, he can do. Mindless charming, he can do. But actually saying his deepest feelings to another person? That's hard. It took him six years to do so with Mavis, after all. Basileo is also easily distracted by sex, and he has trouble staying faithful to one person because he's so used to sleeping around. But for the right person... well, it's not impossible.



History: See part two.

Relations:

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Mavis Willian Havillard - Best Friend/Childhood Love; 21; Crowned Prince of Illea; Basileo's love for Mavis is... complicated, as of late. See his history.



Liliya Anna Caverly | Dalliance; 17; Princess of the Caverly Family; Basileo thought Liliya was cute for a long time. But in truth, he only started dating her for two reasons. 1. To piss off Mavis. 2. To take her virginity. As soon as he accomplished those reasons, he planned to dump her. But, well, plans never go the way they should.



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Other:



Favorite Colors: Yellow, red, blue.
Favorite Flower: Daisies.
Favorite Foods: Pizza and wine, or champagne.
Favorite Constellation: None.
Birthstone: Citrine
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Losing Mavis or Liliya, losing his crown, being murdered in his sleep by a vengeful lover, or drowning (he doesn't know how to swim).
Flaws: His tendency to use sex to block out just about everything is his biggest flaw. That and his irrational jealousy, and ability to not care if he hurts a woman by cheating on her (unless he really loves the woman, but so far he hasn't).
Theme Song: Brains Out by Kim Cesarion

Part Two of Two

NOTE: This character is also filed under Male Selected



Basileo Ezzelini's History:

Basileo was a blessed child. He had been born a prince after all, how much more blessed could he have gotten? The second born child to the Ezzelini family, he was very much loved. And as a result, spoiled rotten. The tan, curly haired boy got everything he ever wanted. Clearly, he grew up to think he was invincible, which led to him often getting in trouble. However, because he always was a good looking kid, he could always smile and charm his way out of almost any situation. Mothers doted on him, fathers encouraged their sons to be like him, girls gushed about him, boys idolized him. But let's focus on the real point of his life- romance.

See, Prince Basileo grew up being best friends with Prince Mavis of Illea, or Mav as he called him. They were inseparable, really. Whenever Basileo was in Illea or Mavis was in Italy, you would never find one without the other. As soon as they got of the plane, there'd be a giant hug waiting. They would practically sit in each other's laps half the time. Basileo has a whole box of pictures of him and Mavis from their childhood friendship... and then came puberty. Basileo had always had a bit of a crush on Mavis, but he thought it was silly and didn't want to ruin their friendship. But puberty led to an undeniable chemistry that shattered the dull crush he had before.

For a few years, they were still friends. They flirted, but they beat around their feelings. They were clearly there, both Basileo and Mav knew it, but it was just on the edge. And one night, they jumped over that edge. They were both fifteen. Basileo had broken into his father's liquor cabinet, and the two boys snuck up to the Italian palace's roof top. They watched the sun setting until the stars spread out over them. Basileo remembers reaching over, his hand tentatively laying over Mav's, lacing their fingers. He'd drank enough to be a bit buzzed but not nearly drunk, just brave. Basileo looked over at Mavis, heart beat increasing when he saw him looking back. The way the moonlight gleamed in his eyes, the way Mavis studied him... Basileo will never forget that moment, the moment in his teenage brain where he went, "I love this boy." And leaning in, Basileo gave Mavis his first kiss. Of course, while it started slow, teenage hormones are an insane power. Before long they were making out like it was their last night alive, tearing clothes off as they made for Basileo's bedroom. It was there that the two princes lost their virginity to each other.

The ensuing conversation was... interesting. But they had a week left together in Italy, and like most teenagers, they were certain they were in love. Basileo and Mavis spent days basking in each others' presence, going on dates before ultimately retreating to writhe in the sheets again and again, each time more passionate than the last. They were as inseparable as ever, but this was a whole other level. Basileo knew he was in love with Mavis. In fact, he thought he might have always been, but only discovered it now. For a week, Mavis was his and Basileo was Mavis's. And then came the goodbye. The final kiss. The sweet whisper of, "I'll write to you." from Basileo. He had wanted to tell Mavis he loved him, but he couldn't find the words. He had never told anyone but family that, and even if he felt it was true, his fear stopped him from saying it. So he watched Mavis slip from his embrace and onto a plane... and that was the last time he saw him, before the selection.

See, Basileo kept true to what he said. He wrote to Mavis every day. Elaborate letters. Sometimes he'd quote literature. Other times he'd speak his heart, and of how he longed to see Mav again. And other times, he'd write love poetry. Every letter he signed, "My Everlasting Love, Bass." Using the nickname Mav had for him. But those letters would never reach Mavis, another force keeping them from Mavis to read. So as time passed, and all his letters went unanswered, the more heartbroken Basileo grew. At first, he thought Mavis was just busy. He tried to keep himself busy, but some nights he'd pace his room, thinking of Mavis, wondering if something was wrong. Then, he thought maybe Mavis was saving the letters but not writing back. But that didn't seem like his beautifully brained best friend. And then, after months of unanswered letters, Basileo could only assume that Mavis was ignoring him, giving him the cold shoulder. He'd slept with him for a week, and now he was done with him. Bored of him. Basileo was upset at first. He kept writing letters and wallowed in his bedroom for months. And then his sadness at being ignored by his best friend and lover turned to anger. One night, he saw a guy at a party who reminded him of Mavis, and he dragged him to his room and slept with him. Consensually, of course. A while later, it was a girl, then another guy, then two girls. He fell into a pattern of one night stands, a sex life with a mind of its own.

It's been that way ever since. Sleeping around, being a prince. He hasn't seen or talked to Mavis in the last six years. Until now. Prince Oliver of Illea knows about Basileo and his brother, Mavis. So he has put Basileo In the selection, and sent him a letter inviting him to Illea. Basileo can't be happier. All those lovely young things in the selection to screw, it'll be a ball for him. And of course, there's Mavis. Basileo isn't sure what he'll say yet. He wants to be angry, but he gets the feeling he'll take one look at Mavis and fall in love with him all over again. Only coming to Illea will prove what happens between the two.

Part Ett (one) of Två (two)

"This world can be pretty fucked up, and it's pretty damn lonely to walk it alone. Good thing I don't mind the loneliness."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Axel
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Aurelian
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Johansson
Name Meanings:
↳ Axel, Swedish, "Father of Peace"
↳ Aurelian, Swedish, "Golden, Gilded"
↳ Johansson, Swedish, "Son of Johan"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ax, Aurel, Lian. He prefers just Axel, though.

Agє: 33
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: August 25th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Nybro, Swedenway. It is a small city with a lot of culture, lots of forest and trees. Very beautiful, a short trip from the ocean. Farm land.

bröllop (weddings), Morgongåva (wedding gift from groom to bride)



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual, any warm body will do. Though he prefers women.
Attraction: He likes blonde women and men, blue eyed, perhaps because Swedenway and other Scandinavian countries have so many of them.
Ƈяυѕн: None, yet.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Casually single.



Ƈαѕтє: Two, used to be a One.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Caucasian, Sweden.
Occυραтιση: Diplomat
Face Claim: Alexander Skarsgård.

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Axel is an incredibly handsome, fully Swedish man. Standing tall at 6'4, he has a toned, fit body. Slender legs, full six pack, strong broad shoulders. Although he's not huge on the important part of him, he's not small either. He has bright blonde hair, always meticulously styled, and the bluest eyes you could ever see on a Nordic man. He keeps himself clean shaven, and his appearance is important to him so he has weekly hair and nail appointments. Guys need care too, it isn't just for females! Plus his cuticles usually need some work. He has long, tapered fingers, long legs, size 9 feet. He could have been a model if he wasn't chosen as a diplomat.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: He dresses formally, of course, because of his work. But that doesn't mean he has to like it. He prefers being naked or wearing jeans and a shirt, maybe a jacket. Axel takes pride in his appearance, but he also knows he's good looking no matter what he wears. So he wears what he wants, when he can get away with it.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: The personality of how he acts and how he is, are two very different things. There's also the case of how he acts to who. In business he is professional, formal. He's charming, intelligent, and could probably talk people into just about anything. It was a gift of his. He's good at organization, resources, and he knows a lot of people, so he can pull strings. In romance, he knows what he wants and he goes for it. He's a flirt, a romantic, someone who can charm the pants off of any girl. He likes a challenge, and he doesn't give up when he finds someone attractive. And then there's his natural personality. He's a family man, loyal, caring. He's also fun, casual, with a good sense of humor. He can be playful and calm. But only with someone he cares about. With most people he has a much different side. Cold, manipulative, always thinking, 'What can this person do for me and how do I act to achieve that?'. He acts like a jerk, because he doesn't want anyone to get close to him. He's been hurt, and so the only people he lets get even a little close are girls he sleeps with, which are meaningless to him, and family, which have disowned him. Deep down he's a good person, but he acts badly most of the time. However, he does have a serious temper, and he can be pretty mean when he wants to be. The key is to remember he isn't like he seems, and to hang in there to see the real him. A sweet, innocent, caring, romantic him.



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Lιкєѕ: Beautiful women, Hunting, Fishing, Snow Boarding, Skiing, Swimming, Sex, Dancing with Beautiful women, Weddings, Open Bars.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: There are very few things he actually dislikes, even though he acts likes he hates everything. He dislikes criminals, people who hurt those he loves, his father, people who tell him what to do. He also acts like he hates people who try to understand him, but in truth that isn't so bad.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Sex, and any of the things he likes. Surprisingly, along with hunting, fishing, snow sporting, and swimming, he likes wood carving, and music. He also has an interest in weaponry and Swedish traditions.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Speaking fluent Swedish, English, and interest in learning more languages. He's also a skilled fighter, having taken fighting lessons from a young age.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Beautiful women who understand him, people who can see through his act, his family, his temper, his fear of intimacy.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Två (two)

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His father, King Johan Alvarsson. Recently deceased. Relationship: They don't talk, and they barely ever mention each other to other people. However, they used to be extremely close. King Warner is a hard man, but he wanted the best for his son, which is why he was hard and disowned him, making him a diplomat and removing his title of royalty. FC: Stellan Skarsgård.




His mother, Queen Victoria Alvarsson. Recently deceased. Relationship: Very close, they keep in touch. However, she agrees with her husband's choice, and isn't planning on babying Axel, either. FC: Kristin Bauer Van Straten.



Sister, Evelyn Johansson. Relationship: They act like they can't stand each other. The two are ridiculous when in the same room together. However, deep down they're super close. FC: Mini Andén



Cousin, Sage Johansson. Relationship: Axel adores her, they're inseparable when together. They've taken on the big brother, little sister relationship that Axel had when him and his sister Evelyn were little. FC: Genevieve Hannelius



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Favorite Colors: Dark blue, Yellow, Gray, Green.
Favorite Flower: Förgätmigej, or in English, Forget Me Not.
Favorite Foods: He likes most traditional Swedish food, but his favorite is Kanelbullar, traditional Swedish cinnamon roll.
Favorite Constellation: Sextans, for the shear fact it has the word Sex in it.
Birthstone: Sapphire
Birth Sign: Virgo
Birth Element: Earth
Fears: Failing in life, Losing those he loves, intimacy, people knowing him as a good person.
Flaws: His reluctance to let anyone know what he's really like, his tendency to be an ass to make sure that doesn't happen, his fear of losing people but his flaw of pushing people away at the same time. Vicious Cycle.
Theme Song: TBA

Part Två (two)

Axel was actually born into Swedish royalty. He was the prized prince, a perfect blonde, blue eyed baby boy. Growing up, he was the ideal son. Charming, cute, obedient. He loved his parents more than anything. His father was a tough man, but that was something Axel admired. His mother was a little on the slutty side, but she was a beautiful, graceful queen, someone he looked up to. They cherished their son. He was adored, spoiled rotten, and he loved them. When he was about seven, his mother had an affair and got pregnant with his little sister, Evelyn, or Evie for short. His father wasn't exactly faithful, so they let that slip, other than executing the man who got his mother pregnant. Evie was raised with Axel, and he loved her. He was her big brother, her protector. He was dedicated to her, she was his little sister. He would paint her nails and brush her hair, that's how much he loved her. They were the cutest siblings ever. One time, she even convinced him to put on a dress and wear makeup, with a bow in his short blonde hair. To this day, he has a picture of that in his wallet, as a good, albeit embarrassing, memory. All was good until he was about eighteen. He fell in love. With a Russian princess, named Linea Ivashkov, daughter of Adrian Ivashkov, the former, short lived, king of Illea, who later became king of Russia when he remarried with the princess of Russia, even though later on when her sister inherited the throne and got married to a fourth cousin the royal name went to the stronger family line, Romanov. Linea was not like girls he was usually around. She was vibrant, bright, a party animal with a fierce personality. She was rough and she was sweet. She was intelligent and she was naive. She was perfect, and he loved her. He loved her brown eyes, her accent, he loved when she spoke to him in Russian and coaxed him into spending the day doing nothing but laying in bed with her. She was bad for him, but he loved her. His parents didn't approve, but he was ready to risk everything for her. He was young, impulsive. Even no, he's impulsive, but in a much more mature way. Back then he was living in the moment. So he bought a ring and plane tickets, and he proposed to her. Obviously, she said yes. They were driving to the airport when it happened, a truck slamming into it. To this day, Axel will claim he doesn't remember much about the accident. But he does remember hearing her gasp, seeing the flash of headlights in the dark night. He remembers his head smacking into the steering wheel and the sound of crunching metal as the car spun out of control. Next thing he remembered is blinking his eyes open and feeling his blood on the steering wheel. His neck hurt, no, his whole body. When he sat up, it took him a while to figure out where he was. And when he did, he looked over to Linea, to find the horrific scene that would be burned into his mind. She was bloody, a piece of sharp metal sticking right through the windshield, through her chest, through her chair, like a human shish kabob. Her head was hanging low, her brown hair falling in her face. When he reached over, in an eery, shocked kind of calm, he pulled back her hair. Her eyes were open, gazing sightlessly forward, no life in them. He isn't sure what happened next, but he knows time passed, and next thing he knew, he was in a hospital, surrounded by his family. And his new fiancée had been put in a body bag. It was traumatic, and hurt him, deeply. Since, he's had intimacy issues, particularly concerning love and anything deeper than mindless sex. As he got older, things took a turn. He got into drinking and partying, he spent more time skipping his lessons to hang out with pretty girls than being a prince. He was moody and rebellious, and he was sleeping with plenty of girls with no plan to seriously date one. He was primal, almost, just sex and drinking every night, no focus, no life to live. His emotions just sort of... detached. He was a mess, and he was going down a wrong path. He was going to make a mistake, get a girl pregnant, get himself killed, whatever. So his parents made a decision. They did drastic measures. They disowned their own son, their crowned prince. The deal was if the king died, or Axel mended his ways, he'd come back at a royal. Until then, he was on his own. They set him up as a Caste Two, with plenty of money, and got him a job as a Diplomat. At first he was pissed. He fought with his father over it, claiming it wasn't fair. but his father was sick and tired of him sleeping around, ignoring his responsibilities. For a while he refused their help, his pride too hurt. But finally, when he was broke and had no form of living left, he accepted being a diplomat. It's been a couple years and his contact with his family, specifically his father, has been limited. He no longer minds being a diplomat, but his pride has been hurt. As he's gotten older, he still hasn't improved his ways. He's stopped drinking so much, and become a little of the man he used to be, but he still has kept some bad habits. Such as sleeping with every girl he thinks looks good. Usually blondes, fit, flirty. Girls and guys who he can sleep with and then ditch, that don't expect an attachment. Though deep down, he dreams of settling down. Of going home, becoming king to his country, having a traditional Swedish wedding and little blonde haired babies. He wants the full life, and right now he's just... drifting. He's deluded himself into this bitter, jaded, womanizing personality, and that isn't who he is. Not really.

Recently, his father and mother both died and he went back to Swendway. He was crowned king, but he plans to return to Illea to observe the selection. He also plans to keep an eye out for any beautiful, eligible women he might be able to marry.

Part One of Two

"One mistake can ruin a life, is what everyone told me when I ended up pregnant and unmarried. But I don't see it that way. My son is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'd never call him a mistake."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Magdala
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Gretchen
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Lorraine
Name Meanings:
↳ Magda, German, meaning "Elegant, Great"
↳ Gretchen, German, meaning "Pearl"
↳ Lorraine, German/French, meaning "From Lorraine"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Mags, Maggie, Maga, Dala, Magda, Gren.

Agє: 48 ((older than her brother, the Baron))
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: June 15th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: In the royal palace, Berlin, German Federation.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: None, though some insist she's still in love with her ex, the father of her son.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single Mother.

Ƈαѕтє: One.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: German.
Occυραтιση: Duchess, sister to the Baron.
Face Claim: Courteney Cox.

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Height: 5'5
Weight: 126 pounds
Hair: She has raven black hair that falls long down her shoulders, though sometimes she cuts it shorter. Often straight, but sometimes wavy. Rarely put up, mostly loose.
Skin: Moderately tan white skin, slightly wrinkled from age but still firm on her.
Eyes: Bright blue eyes, sometimes looks gray depending on her mood and what she's wearing.
Body type: Slender, short, athletically toned. She has a strong, scrappy fighting form and looks weak but is actually really strong. She has size b-breasts and size 8 feet.
Pitch of voice: She's been able to hide most of her accent but when around her family she speaks openly in German, German accent and German dialect. As for pitch, she sounds like her face claim, Courteney Cox. ((I'm terrible with describing pitch))
Distinguishable markings: None. She is unscarred, with no tattoos or birthmarks.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Like all royals, she should be wearing long elegant gowns and dresses made of silk. But Maggie likes just jeans and a tank top, even a pair of overalls. It wasn't uncommon during her son's early years that she was seen walking around barefoot and in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Magdala is a very mother bear type of woman, both in physical and emotional strength. She's a little OCD in some ways, high strung, controlling, bit of a neat freak. But she's very loving of her family, very protective and loyal, always there for them no matter what. She's like a honey badger. Fearless. She can be just a little proud, too, and sometimes that can ruin things for her. She has that stubborn streak, that no-budge no-way no-how style. But she's an intelligent girl, despite that, and incredibly warm. She's fun, too, great sense of humor, though in the way that she likes to tease her family, and they say she's a stick in the mud. She's quirky and that makes her great. She's a very serious woman, she goes all or nothing, and she makes tough decisions.



Lιкєѕ: Rules, Order, Schedules, Royalty, Events, Having Plenty of Friends, Her Family, Spending Time with her Son. Also, architecturally, she likes clean places, straight lines, light, white, modern. She also likes fine dining.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Dirt, Disorganization, Ruined Plans, Her Son Getting Hurt, Her Family Pushing Her To Get Married, Talk of Arrangements For Her Nieces And Nephews, Executions.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: She enjoys organizing events, planning arrangements for her nieces and nephews (she dislikes that but she thinks if she's involved with the arrangements, she can at least find them someone they'll like), and hanging out with other royals. Her life doesn't have many hobbies, because her life revolves around her son, really. She gave up a lot for him.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: She's an organizer with a lot of energy, someone who can control an entire disaster with one flick of her hand. She would have made a great Baroness, had she been the crowned princess instead of her brother. She's extremely loyal and very protective.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: She's easily stressed over things, and more than a little high strung. She also pushes away men in her life because the only man she could love now is her son, or so she believes. She's too proud at some subjects, as well.



Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.

Relations:

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Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: White, Blue, Purple, and Green.
Favorite Flower: Lilies or Carnations.
Favorite Foods:
Favorite Constellation: Gemini.
Birthstone: Emerald
Birth Sign: Gemini
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Something happening to her son, or herself. Also fears flying, and being lost in the woods after dark.
Flaws: She can be a little overbearing and over protective. Once her son was born, she devoted herself to him, and because of that she kind of ended any other aspect of her life. She's also a neat freak and very controlling at times, perhaps because of the lack of control in her own life.
Theme Song: TBA

Part Two of Two

Magdala Lorraine's History:

Let's start early, in Maggie's childhood. Magdala was born into the German Royal Family, the older sister of Baron Arnold Lorraine, and the daughter of Dowager Baroness Evonna Lorraine. Her family had been eager for a son, so when her brother was born, they let him be the heir instead of her. Which she didn't mind, she never wanted to rule anyway. She had many other siblings, but they all died unfortunately, leaving only her and her brother. Her childhood was very simple, it didn't really seem like she was royal. She merely had a family who loved her and was well off and threw extravagant parties. Sure, she learned things other children didn't normally, but it wasn't until she was older that she really understood that she was unique. Growing up, it was just Magdala and her brother. They were a darling pair, despite not looking much alike. Maggie doted on her little brother, wanting to protect him from the world. Her least favorite times were when she had her lessons and he had his, and they were separated for the afternoon. They'd always been close, and when she got older, she ended up staying in the palace after certain events transpired.

Magdala was always extremely beautiful, getting her looks from her mother. With her dark hair and bright blue eyes, she stood out, a German beauty. Once she came of age, she was sought after for arrangements. She got offers from nearly every royal family. The current Russian Tsar before he met his wife, a French duke, a Greek Prince. But Magdala didn't like the idea of arrangements. She was one of the more difficult princesses, which her mother tolerated because she wasn't against settling down, she was just against settling down with someone she didn't love. Perhaps she was against it because she was already in love with someone. For the past couple of months, she'd been hanging around a new hire at the castle, a handsome man. He wasn't of noble birth, and being the only non-heir in her family, marrying her to another country was important. But she couldn't help it, she fell in love with a simple local man. She broke all the rules with him, and it wasn't terribly shocking that she ended up pregnant.

Her family's reputation was shamed by the pregnancy, but they still loved her and protected her. To Magdala, being pregnant wasn't a mistake, it was a blessing. A token of her love with the man in her life, even if they would never be accepted together, they had made a beautiful human being. They stayed together during her pregnancy, two teenage lovers out of wedlock, closer than they had ever been. And she had a baby boy, *blank*, who she loved more than anything. She never thought she could love any one person so much, but her baby was everything to the young girl.

A week after her baby's birth, her baby's daddy proposed to her. He wanted them to be together, now more than ever. He wanted everything for her, and a handful of more children. But to Magdala, it was hurtful. Would he have proposed if he hadn't of knocked her up? Would he have, if it had not been the right thing to do? And in any case, Maggie had never wanted to marry. She just didn't. So she said no, deciding she would raise her son on her own. Sure, her son's father was always around, working in their castle. She allowed them to have a good relationship, but she ended her own relationship with him. Deep down she still loves him, but such things are in the past.

While her son grew up, Maggie's brother became the Baron in her father's absence. He married and had his own children, who grew up closely along side her son. Maggie never dated, never brought men into her son's life. It was just her and her baby boy, that was all she needed. She never moved on, just stayed at home. Perhaps, in that regard, she's a disappointment to her family. A lost opportunity. In any other family, she may have been forced into a marriage, or forced to give up her baby. But no, her family loved her. They were greatly hurt by her getting knocked up, but they protected her anyway.

Now her son is sixteen, she's still single, and her nieces, nephews, and even perhaps her son, may be looking into getting arranged soon. Magdala is very much a mother hen in this regard, not wanting her son to marry for any other reason than love. But thankfully, him being a boy, he won't be moving away. Instead, she'll be gaining a daughter. If she'd had a daughter, she'd lose her as she moved away to be with her arranged. That would have made things hard on Magdala, who dedicated her life to her son. Thankfully that isn't the case. Maggie is excited about the possibility of gaining a daughter, but she's also very careful to teach her son that he doesn't need to marry if he isn't in love. And she's definitely had the sex talk with him more than once, just so he doesn't end up like she did. Not that she regrets anything.

Magdala thinks it's too late for her to have love in her life. She's given up on that. She's okay with just having grandchildren and growing old. But part of her longs for that long lost forbidden romance. Meeting under cover of darkness, not being a princess for a few hours, but a girl. Kisses so sweet, whispers so soft, smiles so genuine. She would never admit that the old memories haunt her most days. Everyone knows, but they don't mention it. She just needs to realize that she doesn't have to sacrifice her own life, just for her son.

Part One of Three

"When I say Abracadabra, know this. Know that I love you. That when I am harsh, I am making you strong. That when I am cold, I am shielding you from the fires. That when I die, my job of making you able to survive this horrible world, is complete. That is how I show my love, and should I say Abracadabra in my last words, you will know what I mean, when the time comes."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Vladimir
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Yuri Joseph
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Romanov
Name Meanings:
↳ Vladimir, Slavic, meaning "Universal Ruler"
↳ Yuri, Russian, Greek, meaning "Farmer", Japanese, meaning "Lily"
↳ Joseph, Hebrew, meaning "Increase"
↳ Romanov, Russian, meaning "Son of Roman"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Vlad, though only his wife, mistress, or secret lover call him this. Most call him Tsar Romanov, Lord Romanov, King Romanov, or Sir Romanov. His closer friends, such as the other kings, might call him Vladimir.

Agє: 41
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: January 30th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Moscow, Russia, the Royal Palace.



"Pumpkin you're dating an asshole."

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual. He's mostly Heterosexual but what his wife and mistress don't know is why he stares so intensely at any guards and male servants.
Ƈяυѕн: His wife, his mistress, and his secret gay lover.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Married, has a mistress, has a secret gay lover. He's in all kinds of people's pants.

Ƈαѕтє: One.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian.
Occυραтιση: Tsar of Russia.
Face Claim: Christian Bale

Aρρєαяαηce:



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Height: 6'0
Weight: 187 Pounds, all muscle.
Hair: Dark brown hair, sometimes slicked back, other times left messy. Little bit of chin hair/beard hair when he doesn't shave.
Skin: slightly tan/white, flawless,
Eyes: Dark green-gray eyes.
Body type: Athletic, tall, broad, and imposing. He's not a guy to mess with, seriously muscled.
Pitch of voice: Deep, Commanding, the tone of a Russian ruler. Thick Russian accent.
Distinguishable markings: Instead of wearing a wedding band, he has it tattooed on his finger, a big black circle of wedding band. He also has an old shoulder injury that acts up at times, but there's no scar, so.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: The Tsar is an imposing man, and he likes to look it. Crisp, dark suits, robes of satin, dress shoes shined with blood, that kind of thing. He's always impeccably dressed with expensive designer brands, eager to show off the Romanov wealth.



ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: There was a time when Vlad was a good man. Bit arrogant, maybe, flaunting his wealth and status. But quiet, caring, in his own way. Subtle in the way he showed he loved you. His time as the Tsar has changed him. Now, to most people, he's a tyrant. Cocky, arrogant, loud. He uses his power with an iron grip, destroying anyone who opposes him. When around company he's boisterous, charming in a typical kingly way, outspoken and demanding. He treats servants like bugs under his feet, and treats other royals with walking the fine line between friend and possible enemy. He always knows where he stands, always keeps his guards up around others. He's very manipulative, and harsh. His methods are cruel and without mercy. In certain situations he is cold and unforgiving, words spoken with an edge that warrants no argument. No one gets the better of him, not without bringing on a rage. And no one wants his rage. Vlad is very tempermental, violent. He'll chop off heads if he has the inclination to do so. He walks the line between king and murderer like there is no difference. Many have died at his hand. With his family, he treats them with just as much suspicion and coldness as he treats his enemies. He pushes them, until they break. However, most don't know his true intentions, his history, why he is the way he is. They don't know that he doesn't push others to be cruel, he pushes them to make them strong. Deep down, he's an incredibly caring, strong willed man who would protect his family at all costs, even if that protection shows in a way they don't like. Sure, he is cruel and bloodthirsty and maybe even insane. But deep down, there's a reason to his methods. As a lover, he is very rough, very kinky. He can be soft and loving but only in the right mood. And the drunker he is, the rougher he is. He's been known to leave bruises, hickies, and nail marks after a night with his wife or mistress or lover. He also is very political, very strategic. He has some sarcasm in him was well, and can be very eloquent with words. And above all, remember, he rules his country with an iron fist.



Lιкєѕ: Good looking men, good looking women, strong drinks, sparring, belittling his children (which he likes to say makes them stronger), politics, big events, challenges, smoking cigarettes or cigars, riddles, his family, his country.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: People who talk too much, people who don't agree with him, his family, imbeciles, people who waste his time, being told no, his children rebelling, foreign countries.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: The Tsar indulges in things other royals indulge in, of course. Riding, spending money, throwing extravagant events, eating the best foods, drinking the best alcohol, having the most interesting hobbies. His main concern is ruling his country, but he loves puzzles and strategy games like Battleship and Chess. He plays Chess all the time, when he isn't doing real life battle planning. He often still trains with weapons as well, taking his older children to spar with swords or shoot guns at the range. He also enjoys murder and executions, but that's no secret. But his favorite hobby by far is sex. Either with his wife, a mistress, a whore at a whore house, or a male lover. It matters not, just a hot body to occupy his time.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Vladimir is incredibly intelligent, cunning, strategic. He's strong both physically and mentally, even if he's an emotional mess underneath his cold exterior. He will always win a battle, and he'll make sure of it.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: His family. He may seem cold and merciless, wanting to marry them off as fast as possible. But if you ever asked him, his life or theirs? He'd choose theirs, every time. It'd shock them all, surely. Other than that, he has a weakness in his pride and hubris, and a physical weakness in his old shoulder injury.



Hιѕтσяу: Parents: Vladimir Yuri Joseph Romanov was born to Tsar Rickon Romanov and Tsarina Ameliana Romanov on a frigidly cold night, January 30th. He was an adorable baby boy, resembling his soft, beautiful mother, and she loved him with all her heart. However, things weren’t as wonderful as they seemed. It all started when Rickon picked Ameliana as his wife. Tsar Rickon was worse than Vladimir ever could be. He enslaved his country, killed his own parents at the age of fourteen so he was made Ruler of Russia young. If anyone even looked at him funny, he murdered them himself, bathing in their blood and laughing about it. He had many whores, but he wanted a wife. The other royal families were terrified of the young ruler, frightened to talk to him about arrangements, even though they risked war by doing so. Even Illea, who usually supported Russia, no longer would associate with their family country. Rickon had a sister, lady Brienne Romanov, who he tormented to no end. Poor girl lived in hell. He’d beat her, rape her, kill her best friends, starve her until she was on the edge of death. He kept her like his pet, not marrying her off, but not killing her either. When searching for a wife, it was she that suggested he take his wife, rather than ask for it. She was desperate to get his attention off her, desperate enough to ruin another woman’s life. That’s when Rickon laid siege to Greece. He enslaved them like he had his own country, and though the young Queen Ameliana of Greece had just had a son to her husband, he took her from her husband, raped her, married her, enslaved her as well. Her husband could do nothing but watch his love be taken and tortured by the Russian ruler. Rickon brought Ameliana back to Russia, keeping her country under chains but not destroying them, yet. He kept his wife prisoner in his castle, raping her daily. She was treated like a queen, but not like a lady should be. Ameliana was in her own hell, she longed for home, longed to be away from her tormenter. When she fell pregnant, she sobbed uncontrollably, unable to love the demon her ‘husband’ had beset on her. She didn’t want to have his child, didn’t want to force his torment on a baby. But she had no choice.(Continue in part two)

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: None. Except perhaps the other kings, but that's more politics than friendships.

Ɛηємιєѕ: Everyone who knows him.

Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: Black, Silver, Red, the Romanov colors!
Favorite Flower: Deadly Nightshade.
Favorite Foods: Even though it is an Italian food, not Russian, he has a fondness for cheese stuffed Ravioli.
Favorite Constellation: Doesn't have one. He never was fond of looking up to the heavens.
Birthstone: Garnet
Birth Sign: Aquarius
Birth Element: Air
Fears: He'd never tell anyone his fears, but... His family dying is fear number one. He also has an irrational fear of fire, even though the halls in his home are lined with open flamed torches. And he fears how he'll be judged when he dies. Not by god, but by his family. He fears, deep down, that they won't understand why he was the way he was, that they will hate him, even in death.
Flaws: In his mind, he has no flaws. But, he is a cold, rough man. The guard he has for himself and his family, and the way he treats others, is his greatest flaw.
Theme Song: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Lorde

Part Two of Three

History: Parents, continued: But she had no choice. Shockingly, Rickon didn’t beat her during her pregnancy, didn’t rape her. Instead he went back to raping his sister, not wanting to risk hurting his heir. His sister, by then, was betrothed to the former king of Ilea, Adrian Ivashkov, who had no idea Rickon did such things to her. Nine months later, however, Rickon focused back on his wife as she had his heir, and his sister married Adrian. After seeing him, innocent and resembling her, Ameliana fell in love with her son. She no longer feared him, instead she grew fiercely protective. But there was still little she could do against her husband. For months she cared for his son, but she couldn’t possibly know what her husband would do when Vlad no longer needed to be breast fed. When he was on stable food and could bare to be away from his mother, Rickon made his move. He burst into the nursery one morning, where Ameliana was rocking Vlad. Rickon grabbed his son, tearing him out of Ameliana’s arms, despite her cries and screams and begging not to take him away. After handing Vlad to a wet nurse, Rickon drew his sword, and Ameliana’s screams were silenced when her head rolled onto the floor, blood splattering onto the nursery walls. He had no need for a Queen any longer, he had what he wanted.

Childhood: Vlad grew up without his mother, too young to remember much. Sometimes he’ll say he can remember the smell of her perfume, and the lull of her voice, but it’s faint and fleeting. He had his aunt and uncle, but his aunt was a broken, fearful woman who lived on the outskirts of Russia with her husband. Whenever they would visit, his aunt would look at Vlad with such fear, but also sorrow. He had cousins, but he never really knew them. From the moment his mother died, it was just him and his tyrannical father. His father didn’t treat his son much better. Though he never sexually abused Vlad, he had whores visit his son from the young age of eight to ‘teach’ him. The whores, unbeknownst to Rickon, never actually slept with his son. Instead, they read him stories and sang to him. Whores became a second mother to Vlad, the only softness in his life. His father was increasingly rough on his son as he grew older, beating him regularly, yelling at him. There was no love, no pride, no cherishing his only son. The only relief was when Vlad was gifted with a half sister. On Brienne’s visits to the castle, Rickon would still rape his sister regularly. It wasn’t shocking when she fell pregnant, and with horror realized it was Rickon’s child, not Adrian’s. She kept it a secret from her Illean husband, who was as clueless as a thumb tack, thinking it was his. But Rickon knew. Months later, Lyanna Joy Romanov was born. She was born in the royal palace, and as soon as she was born, Rickon murdered his sister in cold blood, taking the child. He stored Lyanna away, hidden in the depths of the palace. Telling Adrian that Lyanna died in childbirth, along with a baby, was ingenious. Adrian was so in grief, he didn’t question it. He just took his two remaining children and left, broken hearted at the death of his second wife. For Vlad, his sister was a godsend. An innocent, untouched baby, one he loved. When his father was away, he’d sneak down to the nursery to visit his half sister, spending hours with her and risking the rage of Rickon. By the time Vlad was twelve, his sister was five, and she hadn’t been beaten or abused by Rickon, but only because of Vlad. Vlad was a soft child, quiet, intelligent, but caring. He’d take his father’s beatings, shielding his sister from it. Some nights he’d go to bed bloody and bruised, body aching from abuse, bones broken. But it was worth it, to protect his little sister. He loved her more than life itself. Vlad took his father’s lessons in fighting, hunting, and ruling the country in stride, but he hadn’t gained his coldness… until that day.

The Death of Lyanna Joy: It happened on Vlad’s thirteenth birthday. His father was acting rather unusual, in high spirits, claiming he’d take his son hunting for his birthday. Vlad knew something was up, but he went anyway, and his father brought Lyanna along. As he grew older, Vlad had been getting increased beatings, usually because he defied his father more and more. And Rickon had come to a conclusion. If he wanted to break his son, he had to take away what his son loved most: His sister. Neither child suspected anything when Rickon told Lyanna he would teach her how to shoot. Rickon showed Lyanna the gun, went through the motions of teaching her, but there was something about how he did it that made Vlad uneasy. Vlad tried to speak up, tried to suggest she was too young, but one look from Rickon silenced him. And then Rickon told Lyanna to go stand a couple feet away. He raised the gun, shocking both Lyanna and Vlad. Vlad couldn’t move fast enough, and the gunshot muffled his wail, “NOOO!!!!” Tsar Rickon shot his daughter down, and her smile was never seen again. Vlad changed after that. He became colder, more like his father, distant. Ten days later, after Lyanna’s funeral, he visited his father’s bed chambers late at night. The whore sleeping beside his father woke when he entered, and he merely gave her a look and she ran, naked, from the room. His father was deep in sleep, and Vlad held a gun in his hands. Shot after shot into his father’s head, emptying the whole clip, the young boy murdered him. No one pointed the finger at him, though everyone knew what Vlad had done. They were grateful, happy, overjoyed for the enslavement of Tsar Rickon to be over. After his father’s death, Vlad slowly began to be himself again, like a weight lifted off his shoulders. His uncle, Adrian Ivaskov, took over as Tsar, at least until Vlad was eighteen or married. A temporary king, you could say.

The Future Tsarina: Vlad lived a better teenage life. He was arrogant and cocky, sure, and a lot of his damage was hidden. He was a bright boy, handsome, too, and sought after for arrangements. Many considered his father’s reign over to mean a new golden age for Russia, and they wanted to be a part of it. Vlad spent his days with his group of new friends, young princes from other countries like Illea. He wasn’t barely fourteen, she was twelve, when he met his beloved Anastasia, who was then a lady of the Court. Even that young, she was a beauty to behold. She caught his eye from across the room, he sent her a confident grin, and she blushed and looked away. She didn’t beg for his attention like the whores he spent time with, she didn’t swoon over him. Instead, she acted shy, like she had no wish to speak to him. It was maddening. He could have any girl, but she wasn’t that easy. So he decided to court her. They spent months together, date after date. He showed his softest, most gentlemanly sides. He’d woo her on fantastic, expensive dates, and send her gifts each morning after, flowers and chocolates and champagne. He didn’t speak about his history until much later in their courtship, nearing their wedding. But he learned all about her, and soon learned she wasn’t as shy as she claimed. She was intelligent, cunning, strategic. Just like him. He fell in love with her brain as much as he had her looks, and his gifts changed. He’d send her books, special items historical to Russia, things he knew would fascinate her. His uncle helped plan the wedding with Anastasia’s family, and it went flawlessly. A beautiful wedding, he was seventeen and she was fifteen. Vlad gifted his new wife two white doves, which she cherished. After his married, Adrian stepped down as the Tsar and let Vladimir take his rightful place, with his new bride. But being a king was… tough. He quickly learned that politics reminded him of his father, and the more he got caught up in them, the colder he got. It only got worse as he got older.

First Son: It wasn’t long into Vlad’s marriage that his wife gifted him with his first born son, Mikhail Vladimir Romanov. Mikhail won’t remember this, but when Vlad first held his baby boy, he wept. Openly, wept at his wife’s bedside, holding his heir. It was the first time his wife had ever see him cry. But his son was precious to him, just as much as Lyanna had been. The young Tsar was overwhelmed with emotions for his firstborn son. For the first three months, he hovered over his wife and son all the time, barking orders around the royal nursery, making sure everything they needed, they had. He spent more time in those months than he did the rest of his son’s life, and Mikhail never even knew the love his father had for him. However, as Vlad got more into the ways of being a Tsar, he realized the world was as harsh as his father had been. His father’s cruel ways finally began affecting him, and he knew that he could not coddle his son. He had to be cold, had to shield him while teaching him how to deal with the worst parts of life. So he adopted that cruelty. He never hurt his children, at least not as badly as his father hurt him. Sometimes he’d hit them once or twice, or yell at them, but he loved them… they just didn’t know he did. As Mikhail grew, he pushed him to be the best prince. Hunting, fighting, he taught him it all. He had great expectations for his firstborn, and in truth, Mikhail disappointed him. Perhaps he expected his son to still love him, despite his harsh parenting style. When Mikhail got injured, Vlad acted angry, yelled at him, said it was his own fault he got injured and he wasn’t fit to be the heir now… but when he was alone with his wife, he wept once more. That moment when his son’s yells of pain reached him as the boar attacked was the most terrifying moment of Vlad’s life. He’d panicked for his son, and though Mikhail didn’t hear over his own pain, Vlad had yelled, “MIKHAIL!” The moment the boar got loose. He truly thought he would lose his son, and it’d tore him apart. Though Mikhail only knows his father’s anger, even if that wasn’t what he truly felt.

Bastard Son: The Tsar’s marriage was having some… trouble. Mostly because as they had more children, he got more cold and distant towards his family. In his mind, it was to protect them, but she didn’t know that. Vlad was getting rougher, his violence out of hand. He was inheriting his father’s rage, and it showed because he often held executions for Russian civilians, handing out death penalties left and right. He knew he could hurt his family, so he needed something to keep him busy, something to release his tension. At a parade, he caught the eye of Lilya Akulov. She wasn’t as pretty as his wife, but she had enchanting blue eyes and a body that could twist any way he wished. He moved her into the castle as his official mistress, sleeping with her a lot in the first few months. It wasn’t a shock when she got pregnant, much to the anger of his wife. The birth of Tres Romanov, his son, was a tense situation. But Vlad loved him as much as he had loved his other two sons, and the unborn baby in his wife’s belly. Tres had the dark hair Vlad’s father had, but other than that, he was precious. Vlad made sure his son, bastard or not, had the best of everything.

((Continued in Part Three))

Part Three of Three

Bastard Son, Continued: There was much about Tres that reminded Vlad about himself. He grew up dealing with the harsh upbringing of a bastard, and he shielded it from his siblings best he could, much like Vlad had done shielding his sister from his father. This son wasn’t a disappointment, he was tough, strong. Vlad wasn’t as cold to him, because he knew whatever he would do had already been done to Tres by just being a bastard. Even so, he was never close to Tres. He always got the feeling his son hated him for breaking the bonds of his marriage, for having a bastard and continuing to have bastards. Other than lessons, Vlad didn’t bond with his bastards any more than he did his own children. But, unbeknownst to Tres, there was love in Vlad’s heart for his bastard son, even if he wasn’t in love with the mistress who had sired him.

Second Son: Dimitri Viktor Romanov was born the same year the bastard Tres was, though he was a legitimate child. Like his other children, Vlad held softness for the boy in the first few months, when he wouldn’t remember it, but grew colder as he got older. However, Dimitri was the perfect son. He knew duty, he dealt with his father’s coldness but didn’t hate him, and he always followed orders. Vlad was less harsh on Dimitri because of it, gifting him two dogs in his life. Dimitri was always a strong boy, from the time he was born crying to growing up as a good fighter. Vlad never had to try hard to get Dimitri to do as he said, and so he left Dimitri well enough alone. Dimitri is the only son of his that has never gotten hit by his father at one point or another. Vlad only showed pride in his kids when they did something to be really proud of. When Dimitri took down a doe on his first hunt, with a war bow twice his side, that was one of those moments. Vlad actually laughed and grinned, showing a lighter side as he slapped his hand onto his son’s back and told him good job. It was a rare moment of praise, probably the rarest, that Dimitri had earned. However, Vlad also thinks that Dimitri listens to him too much, he’s too obedient, a pushover. He doesn’t tend to give Dimitri much power, not wanting a pushover son, even if Dimitri has never angered him like some of his other kids do. But he loves his son, same as all his kids… even though he doesn’t show it.

First Daughter: When Katerina Romanov was born, Vlad wasn’t in Russia. He was on a trip to England, spending time with whores in the whore house and hanging out with the English King, a good friend of his. After receiving word of his daughter’s birth, he rushed home. Once arriving, he kissed his wife before commanding that everyone leave the nursery, Anastasia included, so he could have time with his daughter. Everyone worried he would hurt her, but he did the opposite. He sat in a rocking chair, holding his soft, newborn daughter, and he rocked her. She was the most beautiful baby he’d ever seen, his first baby girl. He sang her Russian lullabies and cried. Vlad was only ever vulnerable when he was alone with his baby children, before they could remember it. This was the same with Katerina, but he stayed with her longer than the other children, finding it difficult to leave. She had him wrapped around her pinky, and he was enchanted. His wife once said to him that she thought he loved his daughter more than her, and he didn’t exactly deny it. That night was Christmas, and when he emerged from the Nursery, the Tsar acted like he didn’t care that he’d just had a daughter. He just handed her off to a wet nurse and sat to Christmas dinner with his wife, mistress, and sons. As his daughter grew up, he didn’t pay much attention to her, and that’s because if he did, he wouldn’t be cold. She had a way of making him melt, and if he wanted her to be strong, he couldn’t let her see that. So he ignored her. One memory in particular is a tough one. “Papa! Papa!” Young Katerina called as she came running into his study. It was when she was five, but that day Vlad had no want to see his daughter. It was the anniversary of his sister’s death, and he was sitting at his dead, drinking. Katerina reached his side, her nanny freezing in the doorway as the child reached for him, wishing he would pick her up and put her in his lap. Instead, he drank more scotch from his glass, barely glancing her way, eyes fixed on the wall. In his head, he could hear Lyanna’s voice calling, “Vlad! Vlad!” Katerina had her voice. Even looked like her a little. That only made it harder. As Katerina called for him again, tugging on his pant leg, he looked down angrily at his blue eyed daughter. "Papa will you show me one of the big guns? Tres told me you showed him and I wanna see it too." Those words… Guns… Little girl… His sister being shot flashed in his head, but instead of Lyanna, he saw Katerina. The thought terrified him and he dropped his scotch onto the desk abruptly, hand swinging to smack Katerina in the face, more out of fear than anger. “You are not to barge into my study and interrupt me, Katerina! And you will not see the guns! Not now and not ever!" He remember yelling at her, and she cried… Oh how his little girl cried as the nanny took her away. He rarely ever hit her again, but that wasn’t the only time she upset him enough to earn his rage. But as she grew, he never stopped loving his little Katerina. She was beautiful, and talented, and she hated him. She hated him because she thought he didn’t love her. Don’t you see, he wanted to say, I’m making you strong. I’m preparing you. I love you, I do, please see that. But like all his children, she never did. Katerina reminded Vlad most of himself. She had his fire, his stubbornness, his rebellion. He would watch her, give her attention even when she didn’t notice. Like her music. He knew she had talent with music. When she’d go to practice violin in her room, she never knew but he would be walking past and he’d hear her, and he’d stop beside her bedroom door, just listening to her music as his heart swelled with pride. But as she got older, she got more difficult. He hates how she goes off to kiss strange men in hallways, and sneaks out of the house for parties, and doesn’t attend her lesson. But he hates it only out of worry for his baby girl.

Second Daughter: His second daughter, Nadine Veronika Romanov, was different than his older children. She seemed untouched by his coldness, innocent. He tended to leave her alone because of this, but he knows she’s one of his weaker children. She isn’t strong, she doesn’t know how life works. Even so, he loves her. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t ready to marry her off so she isn’t his problem, either. He lets her do her charity work and everything without bothering her, which is more than can be said for how he treats some of his older children. He thinks once she’s been married off, once she’s older, she might be more to his liking.

Youngest Bastard Daughter: Ekaterina Ella Romanov was the last child to be born. She’s only eleven, so Vladimir hasn’t had much time with her, but she’s as innocent as Nadine. Vlad tries to be hard on her, make her stronger, but in truth he doesn’t spend much time trying. She will never have the throne, so she’s only valuable for being married off. However, there’s another reason Vlad doesn’t spend time with Ekaterina. She looks a lot like a young version of his late sister, Lyanna. Lyanna had long dark hair and tan skin, just like Ekaterina. Between Ekaterina and Katerina, they are a spitting image of Lyanna, and it makes it difficult for Vlad to be around. However, after months of Ekaterina wanting a pet, Vlad finally gave her a puppy, so he did show he loves her, too.

His Reign and Now: Vlad has been king for many years now. He’s made some rough choices, and killed many. Specifically the Greeks his father had imprisoned, Vlad finished the job by murdering the entire Greek family (or so he thought), a choice that many disapproved of. He’s had countless wars, but he has kept Russia rich and prosperous. Despite keeping his mistress and having many children by her, he is deeply in love with his wife. Though he fears his rough ways has made her lose her love for him. As explained, he does love his children deeply, but he is tough to make them strong. Now his children are mostly grown, with his eldest son being 23 and his youngest daughter being 11. So he finally gets to look for the best arrangements. He acts like it is just political, but in truth, if any bastard harms his daughters or his sons, he’ll kill them. He’s looking for the best, both political and for his children.

Recently, Vlad has gone to Illea to observe the selection.

ƑαмιƖу:

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Father - Rickon Romanov

Mother - Ameliana Romanov (nee Nyx)

Half-Sister - Lyanna Joy Romanov

His Wife - Tsarina Anastasia Sophia Maria Dmitriyevna Romanov



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Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Anastasia
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Sophia Maria Dmitriyevna
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Romanov
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ana, Anna Sophia, 'stasia, Tia



Agє: 39
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: April 21st
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Moscow, Russia



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Pansexual
Ƈяυѕн: Her husband, her secret love interest, and a slight crush on her confidant.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Married, but having a very, very secret affair.



Ƈαѕтє: One
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian
Occυραтιση: Tsarista
Face Claim: Natalie Dormer

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Anastasia has a beautiful, regal air about her. No one has ever questioned she would be royalty. Her posture is completely perfect. Her nose is like a cute, little, ski slope. Her gaze is strong and even. Her hair is long and dark brown, although often she has it dyed a light blonde to change things up abit. Her curves are very womanly, and catch the eye of several men.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
Anastasia is almost always seen in long, flowing dresses. Her hair is professionally styled each morning. She enjoys wearing her crowns, especially whenever the mistress is around, the remind her that she is the Queen. She also enjoys large gems.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Anastasia was originally a sweet, loving young girl. But, Russia, and politics, it changes people. She was invited to be a lady of the court at the age of 12. This was where she originally caught the young prince's attention. The acted shy, demure, and innocent, and played insanely hard to get. Of course, this drove the prince mad. A thing he could not have? Unheard of! After a months of courting her, she revealed her true behavior to him, her calculating, cunning, vicious side. And he fell in love. A woman blessed with both beauty and brains? A creature he most definitely had to have....
Anastasia is not a Queen to be messed with. She is cold, calculating, and seemingly perfectly poised. She watches everything that happens in the palace and in her country. She uses what she sees to manipulate others frequently.



Anastasia behaves differently towards different people. She has many masks and facades.
Her Eldest Daughter:
Anastasia hold her eldest daughter in the highest of regards and expects quite a bit from her. Her daughter will be the key to accessing another kingdom. She will be wed, have babies, and therefore have heirs to another throne. She wants to teach her daughter to be as she was when she was young, aloof, calculating, and alluring.


Her Eldest Son:
Anastasia has always resented her son slightly. He was the end of her life as just a Queen, he was the point where she became a mother. Her "young" life ended. She has always held a slight bitterness towards him for this.But, she does love him dearly as well. There is nothing like giving birth to a child and having it be your own. Yet, he will never completely be just her child, he will also be someone she must marry off in order to gain more power for her country.


Her Youngest Daughter:
Ana absolutely adores her youngest daughter. She spoils her to no end and wants only the best for her. She sees her youngest only filled with innocence. She hopes her daughter never sees the cruelty of the world. She adored the girl since she was first born.


Her Other Children:
She loves her children but also wants to use them. She knows each one of them will be married off and used for political purposes. She tries to remain close to them, but knows she must also be strict.

Thoughts on Politics:
She wants to rule everything.


Her husband:
She does love her husband quite dearly. But she also despises him. She hates that she's not the only woman in his love life. She hates that he doesn't spend every night in her bed. And she worries that eventually he will tire of her and have her conveniently disposed of.


Her Secret Lover:
Originally, Ana's lover was simply out of spite and jealousy for her husband. But gradually, as she has spent time with him, she has grown more fond of the man. He seems to understand her in a way no one ever has. Yet, she still gets angry whenever the King is not spending the night with her, and makes sure she never spends an evening alone.


Lιкєѕ:
-Her Country
-Power
-Horse-riding
-Flirting
-Seducing others for political gain



ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
-Her husband's mistress
-People knowing her secrets
-Not having the upperhand
-Overly sunny days

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
-Dancing
-Reading
-Flirting
-Horseback Riding

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
-Manipulation
-Calculation
-Flirtation
-Reading quickly

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
-Not thinking about power
-Letting others in
-The thought of her husband's mistress
-Flirtatious glances from her lover

Hιѕтσяу:
Early Life:
Anastasia grew up daughter of a lady of the court. To follow in her mother's footsteps she became a lady of the Russian court at the age of 12. This was where she caught the eye of the young, at that time, Prince. She would catch his glances at her and only turn her head away. She played the prince like a fiddle. A thing he couldn't have? Not to mention a beautiful woman? Enticing.
He began to woo her, showering her with gifts. Eventually, she showed him her true self, the calculating, manipulative, and wicked smart woman she was. And he fell in love. And when he began to gift her with books, she couldn't help but love him too.



The Marriage:
It was at the tender age of 15 when the two were wed. Their families, eager to make heirs and carry on the family line, planned the entire thing and made sure they were wed quickly. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, in the spring, when trees were blooming and the air was fresh. They had written their own vows, and the entire ordeal was very romantic. The King gifted her with two birds as her wedding gift, which she deeply adored until they died three years later.


The First Child:
It was at the age of 16 when her first child was born, the first royal heir, Crowned Prince of Russia. He was a precious little thing, but he also stole her youth-dome. At the age of 16, she should have been attending parties, kissing boys, learning, exploring. But instead, she was having children, bringing heirs to the royal family of Russia. And for this, she slightly resented her son. Even as she loved him, she resented him for stealing her youth.


Forbidden Love:
As her family grew, and she and her husband grew apart, Anastasia searched for a way to not only find revenge but also to find her own fresh love. A nice Russian boy, from the palace, caught her eye. Initially, it was simply to make her husband jealous, even though she never told him about it. But... after a short while, she began to actually fall for this man. Her visits to him became even more frequent. She has quite the infatuation with him, and thinks she may even love him more than her actual husband.


Now:
Now, Anastasia's children are of the age of marriage. The Queen has been carefully calculating what specific regions will bring her the post political gain for quite some time now, for she wants to ruin absolutely everything. Now, through her children, this goal is closer than ever.

ƑαмιƖу:
Husband--King Romanov
Sons:
Crowned Prince--23
Prince--20
Prince--18
Princess--17
Princess--14
Princess--14

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Ɛηємιєѕ:
The King's Mistress

Oтнєя:

Part One of Two

"I'm so tired... Tired of being pushed around. Tired of being different. Tired of letting my sexuality define me. I love guys, so what? Why does that make me different? Why does that mean you and everyone else can push me around and say I don't matter? Why, because I love guys and I am a guy, do I not deserve the same love other people look for?"



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Sebastián
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Ignacio
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Acosta
Name Meanings:
↳ Sebastián, Latin, meaning "Venerable; revered"
↳ Ignacio, Spanish, meaning "Fire"
↳ Acosta, Spanish/Portuguese, meaning "Coast"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Seb, Bast, Iggy. Mostly Iggy.

Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: July 16th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Cancun, Mexico


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SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Homosexual
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.

Ƈαѕтє: One
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Mexican
Occυραтιση: Maternal Cousin of the Mexican Royal Family.
Face Claim: Mark Indelicato

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Height: 5'4
Weight: 116 lbs.
Hair: Thick black hair, usually gelled.
Skin: Tan brown skin.
Eyes: Deep brown eyes.
Body type: Scrawny, thin, small. A weak body. Cute as a button, though.
Pitch of voice: Slightly high pitched, always sassy.
Distinguishable markings: He has a couple of markings and scars on his skin but nothing too noticeable, most faded childhood injuries.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Sebastián loves fashion and he always dresses extremely well. He never wears an outfit twice, never. He also is fond of suits. He's fond of sequins and sparkly clothing, and enjoys shirts that had cut outs on the back.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Sebastián has always pushed hard to be himself. He's never wanted to hide who he was, he's always been honest even if it hurts him. He proudly takes the beatings instead of acting ashamed because he likes guys. And he has been beaten, many times, physically, mentally, emotionally. Yet he stands up again. He has never kept it a secret that he's homosexual, yet sometimes he regrets that. Sometimes, when he's laying after being raped by one of his uncle's "clients", he knows it would be easier if he stopped being himself. Stopped being sarcastic and sassy, stopped putting on makeup and sparkly clothes. As bold as he is with announcing his homosexuality, he's always been rather shy in the dating world. He'll flirt if prompted but he struggles to trust the guys he meets. He's never been kissed, and never done anything else (by choice) with a guy. Sebastián will talk about anything that interests him, he won't hold back or hide who he is. He's kind and outgoing and intelligent. Deep down, he knows that true love is a good thing, that sex is better than the horrors he's been subjected to. In a way, he's a hopeless romantic. He's just waiting to be proven right. Until then, he endures what he has to, keeps his head high, and a smile on his face.

Lιкєѕ: Romance stories, parties, spending time with his family and friends, traveling (unless it's a business trip for his uncle), dancing, listening to music, cute guys, hanging out with cute guys, gossiping with his girl friends, big events, talking, listening, the idea of having a first kiss.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Secrets, sex with his uncle's clients, being bruised, being grabbed by people he doesn't trust, being hurt, his family being hurt.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Shopping, Traveling (the only time his uncle doesn't force clients on him, unless it's a trip to a special client), Dancing, Going to parties... He doesn't have many hobbies and interests, because his uncle's business takes up his time and he isn't sure if he'll ever be out of that business.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Blocking out things that are unpleasant, keeping hopeful, acting like things don't bother him even when they do.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: He's so used to being raped that when someone approaches him to do so, he doesn't even stop them, he'll just start taking off his clothes. He's also insecure, he'd be quick to believe someone wanted him for his body, even if he believes in love he's come to expect otherwise. He's also hopeless at romantic situations like asking someone out or telling someone he loves them.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.

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Favorite Colors: Doesn't have a favorite, though he does know what colors work best with his complexion.
Favorite Flower: Red roses, the most romantic of flowers. There's a rose bush outside his bedroom window.
Favorite Foods: He likes tostadas made with beef, cheese, and lettuce. Simple but delicious, on crunchy shells.
Favorite Constellation: Doesn't have one. He never had the patience for Astronomy.
Birthstone: Garnet
Birth Sign: Cancer
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Rape, his uncle, drowning, pain.
Flaws: He's weak. He's weak when it comes to pain, he's weak when it comes to physical strength, he's weak when it comes to cute guys. He isn't strong. But he knows this, and he doesn't try to hide his own flaws. He acknowledges it, owns it. So his flaw is therefore turned into a strength, because he's not afraid to admit when he's broken and needs someone's help to be stronger.
Theme Song: The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

Part Two of Two



History:

Sebastián has always known he was gay. Even when he was a kid, he'd chase little boys around the garden in the game of catch and kiss rather than little girls, or he'd want to go clothes shopping rather than toy shopping. It was never a secret, and growing up, he didn't let it turn into a secret. Yet sometimes he wishes he had. In his large family, most accepted him. He was not a prince, he was a royal cousin, a lord, a duke. He didn't need to marry a woman to appease his family. He thought he'd be without worries... until his uncle got an idea. As he grew up, Sebastian never grew very tall. However, he gained slender arms and legs, a slender body. He also dressed to flaunt such a body; loose hanging shirts with short sleeves and cut outs, tight skinny jeans, bracelets on his wrists, his hair gelled back stylishly. His uncle had over some wealthy businessmen one day and Sebastian entered the room, dressed to go out to a party. He was only fifteen but he was clearly good looking, and his uncle noticed the lingering looks of a few of the men, and the idea was born. The King of Mexico, always looking to make money, decided then to sell his nephew's body to whoever he could find who would buy it.

Of course, when he shared this idea to Sebastian, the boy talked back, saying his sexuality was not something to be sold. He was quickly silenced by his uncles hand smacking into the side of his face. "You'll do as you're told without question, or the next event this palace has will be your funeral!" His uncle had thundered. Sebastian was a clever boy, he knew his uncle had power. There was nothing he could do. His uncle explained how each week he'd be told what room a guest was staying in. He'd be dressed to impress and he'd go into the room to pleasure the guest. If the guest gave positive feedback, things Sebastian wouldn't be bothered. If he gave negative feedback, Sebastian would be beaten. Sebastian had never been good with pain, and the idea of being beaten was enough to make him go along with it.

The first night his uncle sent him to someone's room was the most memorable. He spent an hour with a stylist to get ready, body dipped in oils and perfumes like a painted whore. His hair was combed out to fluff on his head, that people would want to run their fingers through. His lips were given the lightest hint of lipstick so they'd stick out, his eyes lined black. He slid into the room naked except for a golden silk robe. Keeping his eyes on the floor and standing there, dainty, trying to look attractive because his uncle would be unhappy if he didn't, he slipped the robe slowly off his shoulders to reveal more skin. And as the door closed behind him, he slipped it off completely. That night, with the horrid man his uncle chose... It made his skin crawl, no pleasure came from it. But he laid down and took it, giving away his virginity because he was scared what his uncle would do. Not just to him but to his family. The man was vile, he would harm anyone to get what he wanted.

After, as his client slept, he sat up, sore and aching from the man's roughness. Bruises covered his tan skin. He felt no happiness or relief, only pain. He can remember clutching his golden robe to his chest in an attempt to cover his violated body, holding back sobs as tears slid down his face. Just a boy, used for his uncle's gain. After that, he visited rooms almost every week. Sometimes his uncle would double book and not tell Sebastian when he let customers into his room. Sebastian would awake to hands on his body and his eyes would flash open in horror until the client would tell him he was sent by his uncle. The first time it happened, Sebastian fought so hard he broke the client's nose, who left angrily. In return, the next day, his uncle beat him, kicking him on the ground until he felt like he would die. After that, Sebastian put up no struggle to surprise "visitors".

Despite the years of this abuse, he kept positive. He didn't let anyone see the flinch he gave when he'd see one of his clients in public. He never let them know the truth of where he would slip away to when his client would pull him into a broom closet for a quickie, promising to pay his uncle for it later. He never told them why he took incredibly long showers or why, as he grew older, he took to wearing darker clothes rather than the bright clothes he wore when he was younger. He never explained why he didn't jump shirtless into the pool, when the truth was he had too many bruises on him to risk them seeing it. Sebastian tried his best to keep his uncle's business and his personal life separate. The most he was for his uncle's clients was a body. Even his tone when dealing with them was blunt and held none of his usual life, and kept only for making sure they had paid and reminding them when certain things they wanted to do to him would cost extra.

In life, Sebastian was ever his normal self. He went to parties, he spent time with friends and siblings. None of them could have known where he went late at night, or why. And while some might have sworn off love or sex because of abuse, Sebastian didn't. He knew that true love, and sex with someone he loved, would be better than the horror his uncle subjected him to. He had to believe there was something better, if he lost that faith... He just wouldn't find anything to live for if it was always like that. Sebastian still tried to have relationships, but he never had much luck. Half the time when he asked someone else, the guy would tell him he wasn't gay and tell him to leave. He grew used to the rejection, and swore to himself to pick a better guy to ask out next time. His clients never kissed him, they only wanted sex, so Sebastian has never been kissed.

Recently, Sebastian went to Illea. His uncle has a list of clients there, and he hoped to observe the selection.

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Tatiana
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Vincenza
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Alkaev
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Tia



Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 31st
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Moscow, Russia



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: One of the Russian Princes, doesn't know it yet
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single



Ƈαѕтє: N/A
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian
Occυραтιση: Russian Doctor
Face Claim: Ashley Hyland

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Tatiana's best feature is her flowing locks, so dark brown they are often described as black. She has large eyes which are olive in colour and often go wide at the slightest of sounds. You can see the tiredness from long hours of work within those olive orbs. Her skin is smooth and naturally tan in colour. Her nose is like a tiny ski slope, like God took a slope off a mountain and placed it on her face. She is often seen smiling, although the smiles tend to be forced. She has what are often described as "Danish Apple Cheeks," for her mother's ancestors were from that region.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
Tia is typically seen in her casual uniform, typically consisting of sweaters and black pants, or a casual dress. Her clothes are not made for beauty, they are made for the ability to get the job done.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
While she does have an adventurous, outgoing side, she tries to keep this dampened down. She pretends that she likes to be alone, more often than not, because this is safer to her. She is far less likely to be damaged if she doesn't have emotional connections. She takes her job very seriously. She handles the lives of others, afterall, and would never do anything to risk her position. Naturally, as a doctor, her nature is very caring. She wants to protect people to all ends, both physically and emotionally, even if this means lying about her own feelings to keep them safe.
Since the passing of her mother, Tia has kept herself extremely closed off, even from those she works with. She is terrified of losing another loved one, especially under her own hands. She can't take another death, and perhaps having no social bonds is the only way to do so.



Lιкєѕ:
-math
-science
-drawing
-helping others
-cats
-her father


ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
-Death
-Standing behind tall people
-When people walk slowly
-Spiders
-Swimming at night (she is terrified of dark waters)

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
-Researching
-Gardening
-Sketching
-Ice Skating
-Natural Healing Remedies

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
-Healing others
-Keeping secrets
-Following orders
-Drawing, especially human anatomy
-Studying
-Mixing herbs and remedies

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
-Letting others in
-Trusting
-Swimming
-The thought of hurting someone
-Memories of her mother's death

Hιѕтσяу:
Early Life:
Ever since she was young, Tatiana had an interest in medicine, and in helping others. Her father, Apothecary of Moscow, allowed her to follow him around at his place of work, from just the tender age of five. At age ten, she began to assist him in his work, mixing poultices, organizing pills, helping identify illnesses among patients. She loved it, and never felt like she was working as she did it. At the age of 12, she began serious medical training, attending a special school specifically for those who wanted to be doctors. It was expensive, but her parents saw the passion their daughter had for the subject.
At school, Tia seemed to soak up the information, the knowledge. Before long, she was doing surgeries, practicing real medical work. She graduated early, at the age of 16, with one of the highest scores seen on a graduating test.
Of course, the Royal Family took note of this. They were always looking for people who could be beneficial to their well-being, and it seemed Tia was one of these people. At age of 16, she became assistant to the Russian Royal Doctor, a position which one furthered her medical knowledge. She still owed so much of her life to her father though, and never lets him forget this.
At age of 17, the Head Doctor retired, leaving Tia to step up and take his place. It was big shoes to fill, but the brunette was nothing but eager to do so. Fortunately, there were usually no traumatic events medically within the palace, although she did spend much of her time caring for injuries knights received in training.
Three weeks before her 18th birthday, unrest began within her family. Her mother, Katya, didn't seem to believe in Tia, she wanted her daughter back home, being prepared for marriage. The two women got in a huge fight, the worst they had ever had.

Tia knew there was no way she would ever leave her job. She adored the work she did, it was her one true passion in life. After the fight, Tia was on her way home when she received the terrible news. Her mother had been hit by a car. Immediately, Tia dropped everything, rushing to the hospital. She demanded to be able to assist on her operations, but because she was family, she wasn't allowed, regardless of her status. She waited anxiously, pacing back and forth in the waiting room, muttering to herself. She couldn't believe she had let the argument stand, let them both leave angry.
Her mother died on the operation table.
Tia has never forgiven herself. She believes it was partially her fault. Maybe if they hadn't left angry, if she had simply explained herself, perhaps her mother would still be alive. The only things the young woman has left of her mother is a dress, and memories.

Her younger sister seems to hold some sort of resentment towards her sister as well, and blames her for the death of her mother. The two, who used to be very close, have drifted apart, something which really upsets Tatiana.
Tia has shoved her entire life into her work. She wants nothing more than to fix things with her sister, but she is terrified of social connections. She is scared to death she will lose someone else she is close to.

ƑαмιƖу:
Father--Apothecary of Moscow
Mother--Deceased
Sister--15

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
Open

Ɛηємιєѕ:
None

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Lavender, black
Favorite Flower: Lilacs
Favorite Foods: Au Gratin Potatoes
Favorite Constellation: Pegasus
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Drowning, losing someone she loves because she cannot save them
Flaws: Doesn't like to let others in, keeps things bottled up, finicky
Theme Song:
Fix You- Coldplay
Paradise- Coldplay
Hopeless Opus- Imagine Dragons
Polaroid- Imagine Dragons

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Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Ana
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Natalia
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Romanova
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Pet, Love, Doll

Agє: 22
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 31st
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: A tiny town in Russia

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Pansexual
Ƈяυѕн: The Pharaoh
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Concubine

Ƈαѕтє: N/A
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian
Occυραтιση: Ex-Spy, now Concubine
Face Claim: Alexandra Breckenridge

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
'The eyes are the window to the soul,' or so they say. If this were true, one would think Ana's soul to be nothing but cold, hard, perhaps even dead (although this would be hilariously false). Her eyes are a golden hazel and very open. They are always calculating. Her lips are naturally a very dark red, to the point where she nearly never has to wear lipstick (although she enjoys to do it anyways). Her lips are almost always pulled into a tight, judging pout. Few see her smile, and only one man has been known to draw happiness into her lips, cheeks, and the corners of her eyes. Her hair is a bright red, the locks falling in voluptuous curves. She has a hot body, and she knows it. With her old job, she had to know it, and use it to her advantage.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
She wears what she likes, when she likes to (which often happens to be nothing at all). She enjoys wearing sexy outfits for the Pharaoh. She isn't much one for dresses, for she never wore them when she was younger. Her favourite colours to don are green, black, and any shade of deep blue or purple.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Even after all these year, the spy in Ana is still very alive. She is attentive, calculating, and a tad bit nosy. She likes to know everything that is going on, at all times. Not knowing and surprises make her feel rather unsafe. While she has been living in Egypt for several years knows, her Russian accent is still strong, as well as her cold exterior that was raised in her mother country. She isn't often one for letting others understand what she is thinking or feeling, except for Abduljaleel. He knows nearly all of her thoughts.
Ana is also very good at politics, especially when it comes to convincing male political leaders. Her gaze says more than her mouth, more often than not, and because of this she often joins her Pharaoh for meetings.
Abduljaleel is the only one she is truly herself around. He brings out Ana's rather silly side, not that she would ever admit this. If ever asked, she would deny having a single funny bone in her body. "Humour is for the weak," would be her simple, dismissive response. But the Pharaoh knows better. He's seen her dance, laugh, and even smile, and has been the cause of all three. Admitedly, he is like a rock to her and she cares quite a bit about him, although she often behaves distantly.


Lιкєѕ:
.Fruit
.Tight clothing
.Knowledge
.Flirting
.The Pharaoh
.Swimming
.Studying
.Running

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
.Russia
.Her tainted past and ability to kill
.Showing emotion
.Dresses
.Cold days

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
.Seduction
.Understanding
.Analyzing
.Studying
.Politics
.Athletics

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
.Showing her feelings
.Memories of home
.Fear of hurting others
.Allergic to pollen

Hιѕтσяу:
Ana was born in the snowy depths of Russia. Her mother was a whore who died during child birth, her father, unknown to her. So who did she have in the world that she came into? Absolutely no one. One of her mother's friends, a fellow poor prostitute, dropped her off at an orphanage, unaware of what would become of the beautiful, pale baby which blood red hair.
The orphanage was also a recruiting grounds for Russian spies. The strong little girl, after a few years of living there, was swept up by the program. She was chosen for her calculating gaze, the way her eyes would pick up on the most minuscule of changes when entering a room, her blank face, and most of all, how she didn't seem to care about anyone or anything. The other little girl called 'Frigid Fran,' and 'Bitter Bianca,' but even these teasing, rude names didn't seem to phase the young girl.
So she was trained in the art of spying. It was a slow, repetitive, dangerous process, but still nothing seemed to bother young Ana. Once her red hair is pinned back and her black boots laced up, she is all business. She was trained to fight, to seduce, to kill, and had no qualms with any of them. She seemed like the perfect little robot, ready to finish any job possible.
That was until she received her first big assignment. She was being sent to Egypt, under the guise of a maid, hired because of an old debt. She was to spy on the young Pharaoh, and to kill him if the orders came through. She was 18 at the time, a beautiful, cold 18, and ready to finish her job at all costs. She was to seduce the young royal, and she did a damn good job.

But there was one thing she never accounted for...and that was having feelings. Feelings for Abduljaleel, the very man she was sent to kill. It was tragic really, the eternal battle the sultry red-head went through inside. Of course, on the outside she seemed just as emotionless as ever. A whirlwind of feelings thread themselves through her, including love, anger, mistrust, and worst of all, fear. Ana hadn't felt fear since her much younger years. She was terrified, terrified of feeling these things, terrified of losing these feelings, terrified of what her country would do if she didn't return with the desired death, and worst of all, terrified that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from killing him. She didn't want to say anything to him, for she had a fear that if she were to open her mouth, all of her terrible secrets and feelings would come pouring out for the entire world to see, and she couldn't bare that. The truth was that Ana felt things far more deeply than almost anyone else. Every jab, every glance her way in disgust, everything, she felt so very deeply.
But when one keeps emotions bottled up, eventually these bottles break, as did Ana. She was with the Pharaoh, her orders fresh in her mind as she had just received letter that day telling her to carry them out. When he kissed her forehead, the pretty little thing simply burst into tears, like a dam which had been holding back the water flow for so, so long. Everything she had been keeping her for her entire life came flowing out,of her eyes and out of her lips as the words slipped past them before she could even think to stop. When everything was finally revealed, her past, the reason she was really here, her feelings for him, she stopped, shoulders shaking and she watched him as he studied her for a moment.

And then something truly surprising happened. Abduljaleel softly wiped away her tears and told her it was okay, that she would never have to return to Russia, to the terrible people who had made a young girl commit so much evil. That she could stay, with him, and become his concubine.
And something even more surprising: she said yes.


ƑαмιƖу:
All deceased, as far as she knows

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
OPEN--not many


Ɛηємιєѕ:
Russia, especially the King and Queen things are going to get rather tricky when they all show up in Illea

Fatal Flaw:
Often, her past takes over her. She will become viscous and even dangerous. Only the Pharaoh can calm her down,and even then it is with a bit of difficulty. It is unknown if she's hurt anyone during these fits since her time of arrival in Egypt.

Oтнєя:

✧ 18 ✧ female ✧ bisexual ✧ paige hurd ✧

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Because of her hard past, Yasmin has a hard time trusting people. The only ones she truly relies on besides herself, is her twin Günter, and her Egyptian prince. It's taken her most of the last eight months to even trust him.

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Yasmin and her brother Günter were born in Munich, Germany. Günter is older than her by only two minutes. They lived there with their parents, Armin and Mia. They had a small two bedroom apartment, but what more could they want? Their parents loved them and they were well cared for.

Until the accident.

When they were seven, their parents went out on date night. It was something they did twice a month. They left their twins with a babysitter and promised they'd be back by ten. They never made it. On their way home, their car was hit by a semi truck, whose driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. Armin and Mia were killed instantly and Yasmin and her brother Günter were left orphans. They were saved from the orphan house by their father's brother, Aaron. He took the two seven year olds in and brought them to Berlin, where he lived. There, their life turned even worse.

For three years their uncle cared for them before his true colors showed. An inquisitive Yasmin asked too many questions and dug into too many files before she found out the truth. Their uncle was a pimp and he specialized in underage children. Worst of all, he planned to use his own niece and nephew. It began that night.

For seven more years the twins suffered under their uncle's power. Finally, after Yasmin's second forced abortion because their uncle sometimes forgot to give her the morning after pill, they decided to escape.

In the dead of night, they stole away, Günter supporting his weakened sister. They made it dozens of blocks before they ran into the man who would be their savior. The Egyptian prince saw the state of the two siblings and took them under his care, adding them to his harem to provide protection and safety. Though they expected to have to serve him, they were told that he wouldn't lay with them until they were over eighteen years old.

In that that time, Yasmin has slowly begun to fall for the prince. Günter keeps his heart more guarded, yet he cannot deny how much he has done for him and his sister. Including having their uncle arrested.

✧ 18 ✧ male ✧ bisexual ✧ tequan richmond ✧

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If his sister Yasmin is guarded, Günter is even more so. He watches out for her at all times, determined not to let what had happened to them happen again. It would break him if he had to see his sister suffer any more.

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Yasmin and her brother Günter were born in Munich, Germany. Günter is older than her by only two minutes. They lived there with their parents, Armin and Mia. They had a small two bedroom apartment, but what more could they want? Their parents loved them and they were well cared for.

Until the accident.

When they were seven, their parents went out on date night. It was something they did twice a month. They left their twins with a babysitter and promised they'd be back by ten. They never made it. On their way home, their car was hit by a semi truck, whose driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. Armin and Mia were killed instantly and Yasmin and her brother Günter were left orphans. They were saved from the orphan house by their father's brother, Aaron. He took the two seven year olds in and brought them to Berlin, where he lived. There, their life turned even worse.

For three years their uncle cared for them before his true colors showed. An inquisitive Yasmin asked too many questions and dug into too many files before she found out the truth. Their uncle was a pimp and he specialized in underage children. Worst of all, he planned to use his own niece and nephew. It began that night.

For seven more years the twins suffered under their uncle's power. Finally, after Yasmin's second forced abortion because their uncle sometimes forgot to give her the morning after pill, they decided to escape.

In the dead of night, they stole away, Günter supporting his weakened sister. They made it dozens of blocks before they ran into the man who would be their savior. The Egyptian prince saw the state of the two siblings and took them under his care, adding them to his harem to provide protection and safety. Though they expected to have to serve him, they were told that he wouldn't lay with them until they were over eighteen years old.

In that that time, Yasmin has slowly begun to fall for the prince. Günter keeps his heart more guarded, yet he cannot deny how much he has done for him and his sister. Including having their uncle arrested.

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male × twenty-five × apr. i × unwed ( pansexual ) × pharaoh
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rami malek × cloudy grey-blue × deep brown × five nine × two five

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ try your best to stay calm

[ f ] or much of his life, Jah has had people telling him how he should behave. For the most part, he hasn't totally listened. Confident and outgoing it what they were hoping for. Instead, they got an initially soft-spoken pharaoh who really never stops talking when he opens up about something. He's a beautiful model of child-like wonder, still harboring his own childish tendencies. But, most days those are overshadowed by his mother's exaggerations. She's been known to tell people ridiculous things of how great he is, and he just humbly corrects them. No, he's not an expert swimmer; he mostly flounders. He's not an athlete; his hand-eye coordination is atrocious and it's a wonder he hasn't broken vases in his impromptu throwing games around the palace. And while, yes, he's got quite a large harem, he's not the expert on women. That, my friends, would be Riesa, and he's quite lucky to have her to confide in. One could suspect that he'd be quite lost without her around.

What a lot of people don't understand is why Jah has such a demure way about him. He's not one to put up much of a fight, and he doesn't appear to have much of a backbone. His being sent to Illea was a total surprise for quite a few people, but it makes perfect sense if one looks at it. He's soft-spoken, a little shy. He doesn't seem like the kind of person fit for ruling, not with the way he can ramble on. His acquiescence only comes from him not really knowing better. He's had his mother holding on to the power since he was made pharaoh, and she's his mother. The least he could do was show her some respect for all that she's done and continues to do for him. So, yes, you guessed it, he's a momma's boy. And he wouldn't have it any other way. But, he does understand that at some point he's going to need to grow up and show that he isn't a pushover. He's just got to grow into it.

In the mentions of Jah and his need to grow up, it's something he really has to work on. He's been stuck as a teenager in the body of a twenty-something pharaoh. Partying and the like just so happen to be part of his daily routine. He doesn't have much patience for royal meetings and consulting with advisors, but he knows he has to get used to it. He knows full well that his time to have fun and enjoy himself is running out, and as much as he might have a problem adjusting, he better adapt fast.

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[ fixations ] parties, having fun, traveling with the concubines
[ abhorrences ] meetings, responsibility
[ specialties ] makes people comfortable, selfless
[ kryptonite ] easily tempted, childish
[ interests ] fine dining, wine tasting, partying, goofing off
[ weapons ]

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ with his band

[ m ] any would say that being royalty has to be great. Mustafa Ganim, the pharaoh of the once great country of Egypt, would have had to disagree. Egypt lost its status as a country a few years after he was made pharaoh. See, the country had fallen into a crippling debt that they didn't see much of a way out of. Mustafa, on the other hand, saw only the most extreme of solutions: he returned land Israel and Palestine before selling off Egypt's country status to Illea. It was a choice that affected him, up until his death.

But, this is just one part of the story. His wife, Neferet, bore him a son before any of his twenty concubines. Unsurprisingly, this son was Abduljaleel, and he'd be the only child that his wife would be able to bare. For one reason or another, one just seemed to be all her body could handle before she could no longer have children. Mustafa, however, decided that he'd have other children with his concubines. Only a few of them did, and they didn't last past infancy. It seemed that the gods only wanted Mustafa to have one child, no more than that. He gave up trying, and turned his attentions on grooming his son for the position of pharaoh.

The thing was, Jah didn't seem cut out for being a pharaoh. A prince with no responsibilities, maybe. His father attempted to get him to be more of what some would consider a manly man: sports, outdoor type things. But Jah wasn't any good at that. He could barely swim, he couldn't hunt to save his life, and his skills with any sort of weapon was beyond questionable. Mustafa decided that that part of his life was just something to give up on, and turned instead to politics. At ten years old, Jah was made very aware of their political situation. It wasn't as though he'd never had some inkling, however, but it still came as a surprise. He lived in splendor, wanting for nothing, but all he heard was debt, debt, debt.

The first thing to come to mind were the common people. What would become of them with this debt? They must have been suffering, right? Apparently, they'd been suffering enough to assassinate Mustafa. A blade in the night was the first attempt. It nearly succeeded, had Neferet not interfered with the whole plan. What did kill Mustafa was a poisoning. All it took was one sip of wine, and he was turning purple. His lips tinged blue and foaming from the mouth, he was pronounced dead with three minutes of the start of his convulsing. Jah had been there to see the whole thing.

You'd think a child would be scarred by this, and you wouldn't be wrong. The physicians of the palace think that's where Jah stopped growing up, stopped moving on. He sort of shut down for a while. He didn't speak, but he did eat and continue his lessons and obeyed his mother. There was no lashing out, no denial; just silence. An eerie silence that held up his coronation at fifteen, but fell apart upon the arrival of Riesa. Handpicked by his uncle, a man who had fallen into irrelevance with the death of his brother and later nearly met a similar fate, she was gifted to him as his concubine. The first he would have of many.

Jah, to start, had very little clue of what to do with the beautiful girl that had been set before him. Until she showed him what to do. It was very clear that she was an expert on the subject at hand, so he let her take the lead, and that is the very simple tale surrounding the deflowering of one Abduljaleel Ganim. While he wasn't smitten with Riesa there after, he did have a bond with her that wouldn't quite be the same with anyone else. From there, concubine after concubine joined the harem, and that seemed to be all anyone could talk about.

Jah, with the help of Riesa, recovered. Or rather, completed his mourning. His silence broken, he spoke again. He had much to say, but apparently didn't say it often enough, and that's lead to him seemingly like a bit of a pushover. But, not anymore. Now is the time that has taken initiative. His trip to Illea is for himself as much as it is for his country. He no longer wants to see his mother stressing; he just wants everyone happy.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- Neferet Ganim ( nee Mifsud )
  ▽ father -- Mustafa Ganim
[ external ]
  ▽ allies -- Illea
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open
  ▽ lover -- at this moment, over forty-five

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✧ Twenty-Two ✧
✧ Female ✧
✧ Heterosexual ✧
✧ Anna Akana ✧

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Annabella is someone whom has somewhat conflicting personalities. One side of her stands up for herself and what is right, caring about other people more than herself at times. The other side is quite different though being selfish and secluded along with somewhat having brattiness issues. Luckily the more negative side of her does not show unless someone is on her bad side which is quite hard to get on. Generally Anna tries to be uplifting and smile for other people because she knows how one smile from a stranger can change the entire day. Do not mistake her for a pushover though as she has some sassiness to her and does not like being pushed around unless it is by a very certain person whom she fully doubts would ever do that to her. Coinciding with those aspects of herself, Anna has quite the humor! Making jokes to cheer people up or doing goofy things around the people whom she is truly comfortable with is something that she is great at. One finally downside though that is quite obvious in the female is her need for attention and affection despite pulling herself off as not needing it to random strangers. Anna craves affection from others which is why she has already become somewhat closer to Jah, The Harem Leader and Pharaoh, whom always seems to understand that small aspect of her.

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Younger Years: Anna does not consider her childhood to be very drastic from other peoples’ nor that exciting to tell about. That does not mean she had an unpleasant youth though! Rather it was the opposite. Anna enjoyed her childhood with two loving parents and no other siblings to take away her attention those years. Going on her own ‘adventures’ that consisted of exploring the forests near her home or going to work with her father whom traveled around the town exchanging important messages and such that Anna knew was simply too important to miss, at least to her young-self it was.

Teen Years: Things started going sour once Anna hit around the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Being the only child for the best of her years Anna was surprised when she found out that she was going to get a sibling! Excited at first Annabella was planning out all the adventures that would go between her and,hopefully, little brother. The excitement did not last long at all. One thing that her parents failed to mention to her was that all of their attention was not going to be on her anymore and rather divided between their two children now. This was the start of Anna developing some serious mental issues and craving even more attention. Transitioning from being the one whom had the constant love and attention from her parents to almost having it split in half with an annoying sibling was something that drove Anna insane! Parents constantly coddled her into saying that they loved her all the more and that would never change but Anna did not believe them in the slightest. After her seventeenth birthday things began going downhill for the sweetheart child. Parties ensued and Anna began sleeping around with some of the guys on the football team occasionally. Oh the sweet attention from them! Behavior drastically dragged Anna down in relations with her family members and lead to her become more involved with her body and the school boys. In an attempt to try and fix such problems her parents sent her away to boarding school, pain-filling their eyes when they watched her leave. ‘Such fakers’ was what ran through the betrayed child. Boarding school did not last long as Annabella made a quick escape and followed her long passion of traveling around and taking up adventures. Anna abandoned her family just like she presumed they did for her.

Adult/Current Years: Money was tight for Annabella after her second adventure of traveling around the world. Stuck in Egypt the female was quite down and lost in her ways. Broken and craving what was taken from her Anna fell into the hands of a new Harem, something that she would have never considered but quite enjoys now. Meeting Jah has been her best move so far in her mind and she adores him due to receiving sweet attention from him. The only problem now was his ‘favorite’ concubine whom she knew was going to steal away his attention, just like what her little brother did in the past. No way in hell was she going to be pushed aside again! That would not happen in her books.
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Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Calista
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Caelan
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Valois
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Cal, Cali



Agє: 37
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: June 17th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Persia

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: Her husband
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Married: she absolutely adores her husband


Ƈαѕтє: 1
ƝαтισηαƖιту: French
Occυραтιση: French Queen
Face Claim: Gemma Arterton

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Calista has this foreign beauty not often found in France. She's a true Persian Goddess. Her face is often even, emotionless, except when she is around the King, in which her eyes light up and a true smile spreads across her full lips. Her skin is a beautiful tan colour, often absent from her new country. Her hair is long, and beautifully dark.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
Gone are the days of Calista's beautiful, loose, Persian dresses built not only for beauty, but for survival against the heat. She now wears the dress of a french lady, something she has difficultly tried to adjust to. She is not used to the heavy weight of the fabric, and still struggles it even after the several years she has been here. But, for the King, she is doing her best to adapt to French style.



ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Calista...what to say about her? There is so much to this women which simply cannot be understood. She loves her husband, endlessly so, and would protect him with her life, as she was trained to do in the deserts of her homeland.
She is very passionate about nature, and being outdoors. She feels most at home outside. She misses her home very deeply, but makes up for it by spending time with her King. She is very in-tune with nature. She can feel when a storm is coming, far earlier than any radars can detect. Animals love her, especially horses.
Many French people seem to distrust her, afterall, she is not 'one of their own.' When the King is not around, she is often spoken down towards, and ridiculed. On occasion, even servants do not listen to her. But in front of her husband, they are incredibly respectful, of course.




Calista spends much of her time observing and learning. She is very worried she will not be able to live up to the responsibilities of a French Queen, both in duties and in love. She wants to be the best Queen possible, but is terribly worried the French people will never accept her into their world. But French Queens are far different that the Queen she was raised to be for her homeland. There, no one would judge her for being a warrior, in fact they would only further respect her. France? Not so much.

Lιкєѕ:
-Her husband
-The outdoors
-Animals
-Ice Cream

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
-Confining outfits
-Judgmental people
-Missing her country
-Cold weather

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
-Running
-Climbing
-Swordsmanship
-Horses
"I'm a bit of a horsewhisperer, you could say. I understand them, and they understand me..."


Sтяєηgтнѕ:
-Dancing
-Memorization
-Athletics
-Observation
-Swords work



Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
-Speaking/understanding French
-Understanding others
-"womanly duties"
-Being prim and propper

Hιѕтσяу:
Calista grew up in a beautiful principality in Persia, daughter of a wealthy Sheik. She grew up much like a princess, but also as a warrior. She was taught that to be a weapon is the only true way to protect those she cared about. So she trained in the art of the desert, in the art of being one with nature, flowing with the wind, burning like the sting of sand whipped against the face.
She met the King when she was 16. He was on a journey of his own, traveling to become more "worldly" before he was made King, and also to build good bonds between countries. When they met, sparks flew. She had never looked at someone and seen such love reflected at her before. He proposed a week after they met.
She left her country, with her father's blessing, to join the King in France as his new Queen. When she arrived, they had a lavish wedding, with nothing left out. Calista was allowed to wear her traditional styled wedding dress, and while she felt beautiful in her husband's eyes, she could feel like people of France judging her. They had their first child within the first year of her being there, when she was just seventeen years of age. Having a child helped her feel at home, somewhat, but still things were not quite the same. In this uncomfortable time of trying to make the palace her home, she also missed the desert lands terribly.

But the King took terribly good character, having a greenhouse constructed just for her so she could spend her time among nature. He helped her learn French, even though she still struggles with the language today. Of course, they have their trifles. Such as, the King not believing when she says the hired help are disrespecting her. She still loves him more than the moon loves the sun.
Used to being very hands on, Calista actually attempts to do work around the palace. The servants watch her an laugh at how ridiculous royalty appears, working with tools, cleaning and fixing things, but Calista can't help it. It gives her something to do with all of her time, and often gets her outside.

Now, Calista has become more in-tune with the French way of living. Things are still difficult even though she has been in France for ten years now. The servants still don't respect her, and she doesn't seem to have any true friends aside from the King. She feels much more like a pretty, French woman, but still misses the deep, beauty of the desert.


ƑαмιƖу:
Her husband, the King of France
Her children

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
OPEN

Ɛηємιєѕ:
The workers who despise her

Oтнєя:

✧ 19 ✧ male ✧ bisexual ✧ prince ✧ russia ✧ matthew daddario ✧

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Mikhail is extremely protective. He adores his twin sister Liz, who calls him Misha, and would do anything to protect her. And with the court they live in, that is extremely necessary. He's only ever been able to relax completely with her, despite the few lovers he's had.

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Mikhail Oleg Vladimirovich Romanov is the son of Vladimir and Anastasia, the Tsar and Tsarina of Russia. He was born thirty minutes before his twin sister, twenty-five minutes before the new year, making them born on not only different days, but different years.

He lived a normal childhood with his sister. Well, as normal as it can get when you are the the son and daughter of the Tsar and Tsarina of Russia. He never expected tragedy to strike them. They were royal. How could anything bad happen? Elizaveta, whom he called Lisa, had to stay in the hospital for seven months, sick with some disease that the doctors couldn't tell them what. The seven year old boy was devastated that his twin was so sick and wished that he could take away her pain. He visited her everyday that she was there, reading to her, helping her with her lessons when she was awake and holding her hand as she whimpered in her sleep. He decided one day that they were going to have fun and sing all her favorite songs. When he turned to look at her, the small frown that sat on his face scared him. He just knew it wasn't good. And he was right. By the time she was better and got to leave the hospital, his twin was completely deaf and the last thing she'd heard was him saying he would always take care of her.

True to his work, the little prince never left her side, learning two new languages with her as well as the others their tutors taught them. If his sister couldn't communicate with someone, he was there to translate and make it so she could interact with people as she once had. He has never judged her for her decision to rely on signing more than lip reading and speaking because he knew that's what she wants. If he can, he will be there to translate for her for the rest of their lives.

Now that the twins are older, their mother is looking to marry them off. He is the only one that knows that his twin doesn't like any of the men their mother send there way because she likes women. He also knows that he likes men and women, but doesn't know which he prefers. Especially since he hired a new footman.

✧ 19 ✧ female ✧ homosexual ✧ princess ✧ russia ✧ alexandra daddario ✧

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Elizaveta, or Lisa to those she's given permission to use that name, is a fairly quiet person. When she was younger, she was always laughing in the halls as she ran around with her twin brother, Mikhail. For the last twelve years though, she's been quite quiet, but hasn't lost the joy she sees in life.

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Elizaveta Zoya Vladimirovich Romanov is the daughter of Vladimir and Anastasia, the Tsar and Tsarina of Russia. She was born thirty minutes after her twin brother, five minutes after midnight of the new year, making them born on not only different days, but different years.

The twins grew up with a pretty normal life until they were seven years old. Elizaveta was struck down with a sickness. She was taken to the hospital and stayed there for months. Most of the time she slept but when she did, she whimpered in pain. While awake, she was able to tell doctors only that it hurt all the time, everywhere. One day when Mikhail was playing her favorite song for her, she noticed that it sounded funny. Test after test was run and determined that the little princess was losing her hearing and that there was nothing the doctors could do to help. The last thing that she can remember hearing, is Mikhail telling her that he would always take care of her. A few weeks later, whatever it was that attacked her young body was gone, leaving behind a scared young girl who couldn't hear anymore.

Mikhail went through her new classes with her to learn Russian sign language, as well as American Sign Language and English to make sure that she will always be able to communicate. She gave each member of her family a special sign name, but Mikhail's is the one she put the most thought into, because out of her whole family, he means the most to her. She spoke a lot in the beginning, having been used to it and still new to sign language, but as time went on, she only did it in her lessons in English and is never sure if she is pronouncing things the right way because she can't hear it. Mostly, she prefers to communicate through signing and her brother, who is her constant companion, is more than happy to translate for her.

When she was sixteen, Elizaveta kissed her first boy and immediately knew that wasn't for her. When she kissed a girl a week later, it was clear to her that was just right. Now three years later, her mother is trying to arrange for her to marry someone, preferably a male so that they can have children. Only Elizaveta doesn't like men. She is trying to find a way out of this.

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"Beauty without intelligence is a masterpiece painted on a napkin. Being beautiful inside is more important than being beautiful outside. Personality affects appearance so I always think positively."

Full Name: Ailsa Marina Valois
» Nickname/Alias(es): N/A

Age: 16
» Birthday: October 8

Gender: Female
» Sexuality: Heterosexual
» Relationship Status: Single; Engaged.

Caste: One
» Nationality: French
» Occupation: French Princess



Appearance:



Face Claim: Barbara Palvin.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair: One of her most notable parts, Ailsa's hair is dark and silky. It's fairly long and streams down her back and shoulders sometimes in gorgeous waves or curls. She likes to tie her hair up in different plaits and styles.
Skin: She takes on more of her mother's complexion that her father's, a woman from warmer climates than the North. Her skin is light and soft, though she does not burn in the sun. Instead, her skin darkens to a pretty tan color when out under the sun.
Eyes: Ailsa is known for her beautiful eyes. Her irises are an entrancing blue color framed by long, curled lashes. She has thick eyebrows above formed in casual arches. When she smiles, her eyes crinkle lightly at the sides.
Body: She has an incredible figure. Curvy, her body is framed in a nicely shaped hourglass with firm hips and a flat stomach. Her breasts are not large, but in most dresses, an ample amount of cleavage can be seen whether on purpose or not.
Voice: Voice
Markings: None.

Personality: She can also be oversensitive and moody. Ailsa might imagine problems are bigger than they actually are and worry drives her into her protective shell as a means of preventing herself from getting hurt any further. This is when she will refuse to open up to other people as she withdraws more into herself. She finds it hard to take advice and criticism and will react in a strong, defensive way. Being sensitive to other people, she is easily influence by those who wish to take advantage of her compassion. Any type of relationship with Ailsa is always complicated. Just like her, Ailsa's relationships are a series of extremes, being downright moody for no apparent reason. She is known for her possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, is also extremely loyal. She has an excellent memory and combined with an inability to let things go, she can hold a grudge against someone who did her harm forever. In fact, she rarely, if never, forgives and forgets. She will even go as far as get vengeance on the person. On the other hand, she will always remember a kind gesture forever and repay it. Any kind, selfless gesture done to Ailsa will gain trust and respect which is extremely important to her in any relationship, either romantic or not. The best advice is to be honest with her and in return, one will gain an amazing friend they would never forget and who will be loyal to them and never make false promises. Her truthful and shocking sense of humor is different than that of any other, making her particularly insightful and interesting to keep around.



Life's Story: As the youngest child of the monarchs of France, Ailsa grew up to a rather privileged lifestyle. She was the daughter of one of the most powerful and rich kings in the globe and showed in all the luxuries present in their home at Versailles. She grew up around everything and anything that she could have possibly wanted, whether it was clothing, jewelry, entertainment, or even an animal. Somehow, through her choosing, she managed to get her father and mother to buy her a series of different animals for her to play with at home. She has several still living with them to this day. As the youngest, and as her older sister likes to claim, the most spoiled, Ailsa is not used to being told no. Not familiar with this rejection, she is known to through fits and tantrums with her parents or her tutors when her way is not granted. Of course, this was her when she was younger. As a young adult, she is still known to be rather vocal about her opinions, but she has relaxed from threatening to throw chairs to angry hand gestures. She isn't a brat, she just likes things to be the way that she wants them. She has a certain vision for everything, which interferes with images others have of the same things. But even then, she has her limits and boundaries, as well. She knows a hasty no from a firm one. Arguing with her parents is not a pass time she enjoys very much.

Ailsa is close to her family. They are a tight knit group of children, all being around the same age as one another. She was, however, blessed or rather cursed, with having the opportunity of being a twin. She and her twin brother *blank are sixteen years old now, old enough to have some say in their family, even if they are the youngest. Her older sister *blank is not as fond of her as her other siblings, though she claims it is because she has a much better relationship with both of their parents and their older brother. Out of all of her siblings, Ailsa adores her older brother, Anatole. Larger, he used to make the best figure to climb on when she was younger. Now, she just vies for his attention, hoping that he'll entertain her with his ideas and thoughts. She likes spending time with him just as much, if not more, than her twin brother. But, on the most part, Ailsa is with her sister and the two of them are encouraged to learn the skills of a French woman. Just as their mother had to grow used to it, the girls struggled to sit still in heavy gowns and corsets while also learning to sit tall with a good posture. She hated all of the etiquette classes that she had to suffer through. Though she does not believe it herself, her mother claims she has come far, farther than expected of her really, and that it was time to take another step further. Their family would be travelling to country of Illea to witness a Selection, a peculiar process to find a husband or a wife for the future heir to the throne. Ailsa finds it rather odd, though she is interested by the prospect of having so many suitors. Unfortunately for those desires, she already has one single suitor settled for her. Years before, her parents agreed with the Mexican king to arrange an engagement between herself and the young prince her age. She has met him a few times when they were younger, but it's been years since she last saw him. Now, the two of them grown into young adults, Ailsa is nervous, yet excited, at the prospect of meeting her betrothed again and getting to know him in the process.

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» Name - Father; #; King of France;

» Calista Bisset - Mother; #; Queen of France;

» Anatole Valois - Older Brother; 18; Prince of France and Heir;

» Valois - Older Sister; 17-19; Princess of France;

» Valois - Twin Brother; 16; Prince of France (hide spoiler)]

Pets: So many. Like, she has two cats, Saladin and Michaelangelo, a dog, Baker, a ferret, Albie, and a parrot, Choo Choo.

Other: None.

Theme Song: BoRdErZ by ZAYN

Approved Haha it's funny but I was going to make the French Queen but forgot to claim it, and the FC I was going to use would have been perfect for her mom.

✧ 24 ✧ male ✧ homosexual ✧ Vladimir Averyanov ✧

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Taras has always been insecure, unsure that he was good enough for anything, his job, his friends, and especially his family. Despite this Taras doesn't let his insecurities get the best of him he strives to be the best he can be so that when he looks back on his life he can say he lived with no regrets. Usually Taras has a way with words, being a diplomat sort of required that skill set but whenever Taras gets super emotional he speaks before he speaks and almost always regrets what he says. Taras is a professional person at the council table but when he's not debating for the future of his country he's super sassy and pretty outgoing.

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Taras was born to two very high Russian officials. One was a diplomat and the other was former head of the guard. They both expected great things out of their only son and pushed him to be the best he could be. Nothing less than perfection was ever good enough for them. A's were frowned upon when they 'know' that he could've done better. His whole life he was judged and if he fell short of perfection he was completely ignored until he 'proved himself'

Then finally something happened that would change Taras' life forever. His mother was flying to Illea and her plane crashed in the ocean killing everyone. Afterwards his father ignored him completely which at first made Taras wonder if he was worthless and whether or not he should just leave his home and his country so he wouldn't be a disappointment. But then he realized he couldn't do that so instead he took up his mom's old job as a diplomat meeting royalty left to right including a certain Mexican Prince.

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✧ 20 ✧ male ✧ bi-sexual ✧ Daniel Bederov ✧

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Micheal was raised Micheal was raised in a household where respect, love and trust were the three most important things and he holds that to his heart even today. He's very sweet which sometimes makes him seem like a doormat especially when he doesn't fight back against an attacker of some sort but if you make fun of or bully someone he loves there will be hell to pay I can tell you that. He's also very patient and hardly ever loses his temper (unless like I said before you hurt someone he loves). He also adores kids and really hopes to adopt or have his own some day.

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Michael's mom and dad were eights that hadn't meant to get pregnant. They didn't want a baby so they made quite possibly the best decisions in their lives, they left Micheal on the doorstep of a caste three with nothing but a blanket a basket and a note with just one word 'Michael.' They immediately took him in and raised the little boy as their own son. His adoptive parents were from New Asia so he grew up learning about both Illean and New Asian culture.

His parents encouraged Michael to explore the world around him and despite them both being they spent as much time as they could making sure Micheal grew up in a loving stable household. When Micheal graduated he didn't go to college instead deviding to stay at home and take care of his adoptive mom and dad. Unfortunately his adoptive parents were very old and they died within a couple weeks of each other. After Micheal had mourned his loss, he went to college to become a translator. After college Micheal was lucky enough the there was a job opening in New Asia which is where he's now currently heading.

✧ 24 ✧ male ✧ bi-sexual ✧ Aram Gevorgyan ✧

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Sasha is normally a quiet person, despite his desire to be seen he can't seem to get past the barrier of his own voice. When he's alone with people he knows and trusts he's a lot less quiet and is a lot easier to talk to to. When he's nervous and doesn't know what to say he'll start blabbing about the properties of different gemstone. He can be extremely insecure and yes a little jealous at times but all he really needs is a bit of love

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Sasha is the third oldest out of six siblings. He's always felt like the odd one out. The one that no one payed attention to. Most of his childhood was spent scurrying around his parents jewelry shop getting pushed around by his siblings and staying warm because he absolutely despised the cold. His teen years were definitley the hardest. No matter what he did he was either invisible or mocked and ridiculed. Sasha started to feel worse about himself.

His teen years slowly melted away taking some of Sasha's teen awkwardness and he grew more into himself you might say. He still had that feeling of being invisible even when his two older siblings moved out. Then one day in walked Prince Nikolai Matvei Romanov and it changed Sasha's life. At first it was nothing more than business but as Nikolai kept visiting more and more Sasha suspected that there was more to it than that. He was oblivious to any flirting because he didn't see how that type of attraction could be directed at him. It was his brother who told him that Nikolai flirting with him. As Nikolai kept visiting more and more Sasha had the hope that maybe Nikolai might want him. One day Nikolsi came in and instead of the usual flirty comments and normal talk Nikolai came in frustrated and he bought a ring. Sasha felt like he was going to cry right there and then but Nikolsi surprised him by asking him out. They dated for a little while before Sasha took a job at the palace as a translator so he could be closer to Nikolai.

                              ───duty comes before family ───

                                 Nikolai Matvei Vladimirovich Romanov
                                       Crown Prince of Russia

Caste: One
Occupation Crown Prince
Age: 24
Birthday: 13th June
Nationality: Russian
City St Petersburg
Sexuality: Bisexual

                              ───even when───
                              
                              ───you don't' want it to───

personality

The Crown Prince of Russia has two persona's, the public and the private. The private persona is limited to his lover/s, mother and his siblings. In public he is everything the public think a prince should be well-mannered, polite, charming, confident and above all a good leader. But in private he is much different, less perfect a more of a human being who makes mistakes and messes up. Nikolai is a family man and cares for his family a great deal even when they don't like him or are fighting against him. He is loyal to those he cares for and tries to do his best by them. He can be arrogant at times and feels like he is entitles to the throne but it an instinct he tries to clamp down on as he knows it can lead to nothing good. Nikolai as a leader while not having much practice due to his father being still alive is compassionate and caring. He does what's best for his people not caring about the cost to himself.

                              ───never compromise ───
                              
                              ───your values───

history

Nikolai is the eldest son of Tsar Vladimir and Tsarina Anastasia and as such had a very sheltered childhood. He was a tiny baby and born sick. Many didn't think he would last it through the night but the doctors worked round the clock to make sure their Prince would live and he did. But because of the troubles Nikolai had when he was born he grew up in the shelter of his mother's arms with a team of nannies and nurses watching over him night and day to make sure the little baby didn't fall ill again as if he did, the Doctors didn't think they could save him again. But thankfully for Nikolai and his family, he didn't fall ill again and started gaining wait quickly going from 5,5 pounds to 10 pounds in a month, which made his parents relived as it meant Nikolai was getting better.

Now quite recovered from his illness at two years old Nikolai was an inquisitive child who loved exploring the palace and often went missing for hours at a time much to his Nanny's despair. But he always seemed to make his way back to the Nursery in time for his parents daily visit, so the Nanny never said anything to them about their sons disappearances as Nikolai always found his way back.

Fast forward a few years and Nikolai gained a tutor who was hired to teach him everything from World History to the obsolete languages of Latin and Greek. He never had much interest in his lessons and went to his old trick of disappearing in the palace but the tutor wouldn't;'t stand for it and for every time the child disappeared he was slapped and then made to spend doing his lessons but Nikolai's activity persisted and so the Tutor went to his parents and Nikolai was scolded badly. The Tsar lost his temper with his eldest son and it damaged their relationship for life as Nikolai grew terrified and resentful of the man, avoiding him when he visited and spending more time underneath his mothers wing, away from his father.

A few months later and the twins were born. The twins were his younger siblings who he promised to shield from his fathers temper, well that was a vow he made later when he knew what the words meant as he was only five but he vowed they would never be hurt by anyone. He loved them as soon as he saw them but being older than they were he rarely saw them, spending more time in his dreaded lessons than he did with them. But he often used his breaks to pop in and visit the babies.

The twins grew quickly or so it seemed to Nikolai and it wasn't long before they were chasing him down the halls of the place but it didn't happen nearly often enough for Nikolai's liking as he was often pulled away to learn about this and learn about that. But one good thing came from all this, he was allowed to choose an princely activity to take up and like most little boys obsessed with knights and dragons, he choose fencing and much to his surprise he was good at it, well good for an eight year old anyway and his trainer could see the potential for him to be great. Which made Nikolai's tutor think and offer the boy a compromise- one extra fencing lesson a week if he would start taking politics classes which Nikolai agreed to, not knowing it would limit his already limited time with his younger siblings. Time that became even more limited as he went into his teenage years. In fact it became rare for Nikolai to see them at all in a week which he felt incredibly guilty for but what could he do? His tutor kept him busy with lessons and his trainer with fencing practice. The only plus to all this was it meant he had more muscle tone than any other 12 year old his age.

Fourteen also happened to be the age he started attending court with his father and watching how he ruled. He already knew about his fathers temper but he didn't realise quite how cruel he could be and it was then he swore he would never be the type of ruler his father was. Instead he would be kind and compassionate and gentle, ruling with a firm hand but not an unkind one. But he did learn how to handle people from his father, how to stop them vying from power and when to compromise and when not to. His father wasn't a bad Tsar just a cruel one, much like most of the Russians were reputed to be. But Nikolai wanted to turn that around. He wanted to prove that not all Russians were stoic, cold and cruel. So he took an interest in the poor and started charity work much to his parents shock.

But his relationship with his siblings suffered, having never even met one of them as he was that busy and he regretted it dearly but there wasn't much he could do. His father insisted he attend court with him and gave him more and more royal duties as he grew older. So instead Nikolai cut into his sleep, watching over them as they slept and reading to the youngest. Of course the twins were not young children no longer and were busy with their own lessons and duties but he tired to speak to them at night before they were forced to go to sleep. Nikolai just hoped they didn't think he hated them or thought them annoyances just because he was never around. But what worried him most of all was that Elizaveta developed an illness that landed her in hospital. He rarely had time to visit no-matter how much he wanted to and instead spent his nights sleeping by her bedside before having to disappear again come morning. He had no idea whether she knew he was there or not as she never woke up that he heard. Finally the illness passed but it left her without her hearing. He often wishes he was around to help her as he knew it must be terrifying but instead he had to watch from afar.

A few years later, Nikolai now 22, was forced into talking about marriage arrangements with his parents and so to appease them started looking around jewellery shops for rings so rumours would spread back to them. But instead of finding a ring, he found an lover; Sasha. Nikolai was smitten as soon as he saw him and quickly developed a crush and so never having been a shy one struck up a conversation with and came back time and time again, which made his parents curious but Nikolai told them he was having a ring made and had to check on it weekly. But finally he could keep the lie up no longer and returned to the shop purchasing the first ring he could see before asking Sasha out. Sasha said yes which overjoyed Nikolai and the two developed a steady relationship, with Sasha eventually getting a job as a translator to be nearer to the prince.

Life has been pretty uneventful since then but now Nikolai is being forced to attend the Illean Selection with the rest of his family, which he is curious about because who is going to rule Russia while they are away? But oh well its not his problem yet but what is his problem is his family are getting pushier than ever about marriage. He doesn't want to get married and its putting a strain on his relationship with Sasha. He can feel it.

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[ Name ] Adeline Marie Delacroix
[ nicknames ] petit cochon ; ade
[ Age ] Twenty-Seven
[ date of birth ] March 3rd
[ Gender ] Female
[ sexuality ] Bisexual
[ relationship status ] Single

[ Country of Origin ] France
[ occupation ] Diplomat
[ caste ] irrelevant

[ Appearance ]

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[ Face Claim ] Lea Seydoux

[ hair color ] Blonde
[ eye color ] Dark Blue
[ height ] Five ft Five
[ weight ] Hundred Sixty-Eight
[ voice ] Crackly Tenor
[ marks ] None

[ Personality ] "Little Piggy" isn't something she earned for overeating, or anything like that. It was an unfortunate side effect of growing up, the side effect that changed her entirely. Where there was once a girl of wonder and great insight, along with the confidence to share this insight, is now just a shell of cooperation and submission. Adeline had been a girl of incredible confidence, the kind you wanted to bring to parties and show off. She was amazing. Is amazing. She's always been perceptive, easy to pick up on things. Sometimes thoughtless, but she knows how to deliver these insights as carefully as she can in a moment.

But she's submissive. Or feels she no longer has much control over anything she does. She lost that a while ago, and lord knows, she might never get it back. So, she remains the girl that finds her freedom in blind obedience. Because no one troubles you if you just listen. And that's what Adeline wants most of the time, to be left alone. Because when she's left alone, she is truly free. People are what have caged her, and she has yet to meet someone who doesn't.

She's quick to tears. Adeline has been known to cry uncontrollably, and it tends to get out of hand. When everything gets to be too much, she cries. If something makes her happy, she cries. It's her thing, kind of. However, she knows how to keep it under control when it calls for her to be professional. She's quite amazing at her job, if anyone noticed. But she doesn't think anyone ever notices, and just goes about her business because that's what's expected of her.

[ History ] Things used to be great. Life used to be one big mystery after another that Lisben Henri couldn't wait to explore. And then she met Michelle. Her love, her only mystery. And they had a child, and she passed shortly after. In the end, her mystery was no more than a tragic tale. She left a daughter, an image of herself, in the hands of someone she hadn't figured out. Someone she hadn't accounted for being so terribly desperate. But, that's what Michelle was.

Michelle was a diplomat, just as his daughter would be. The daughter that looked so much like his wife. This daughter grew older, and older. She was vivacious, full of the life that had left her mother. It was like she was living for her mother, doing all that the woman had missed out on with her passing. For a time, this was great. This was the dream of a girl that Michelle had always wanted.

But, Adeline hadn't truly grown until she was sixteen. Puberty gave one shove in the direction of womanhood and she was no longer that skinny little thing that drew eyes. She was still not a sizable fair lady, but she was larger than the twigs that walked beside her. Riddled with comments meant to harm, she walked on strong. But this strength soon left her when her father fell into hard times in his business. He owed favors, and needed more if he was to continue working. It wasn't that he was totally incompetent, but he wasn't all too skillful.

And with that in mind, he used his daughter. The girl who was perfectly plump and beautiful, the girl who loved her father more than anything. She thought she was supposed to be working as an intern that first time, but she learned the hard way what these favors her father lent out were. And then she wasn't the same anymore. Nothing is ever the same when innocence is stolen. A flower crushed, withered under the cruel direction of admiration.

Adeline changed. She wasn't sure if it was for the better, or for worse, but she grew numb to the favors her father sent her out to. She went, she did as told, and then she left. She left home for college, and decided that she'd do better than her father. She'd make it without favors and assistance, and she did it. But, she wasn't the same. She was surprised to see her name on the chosen graduates as a diplomat. She couldn't look people in the eye, she stuttered at times, but she must have shown promise, and that was all that mattered.

And now she's about to show everyone that she's the smartest Little Piggy they've known.

[ family ] mother -- Lisben, father -- Michelle
[ friends ] open
[ enemies ] her father
[ loves ] open
[ acquaintances ]

[ Other ] She's always wanted to buy a piglet, just for the hell of it.

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Callum O'Callaghan
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ In Irish the meaning of the name Callum is: a Latin name meaning dove.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Cal, Call

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Luca Hollestelle


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Callum is a bit of a short girl, she isn't as tall as he average woman. She has a slim figure though, with slight curves that define her body. Her skin is pale with freckles dotting every surface. Some would think them a curse, but Call loves them.
Callum's eyes are large and oval shaped, set perfectly apart on her petite face and rimed by long, fair-toned lashes. Her irises are a dark brown, an oblivion of chocolatey tones.
Callum has long, bright red hair that's one of the staples of the O'Callaghan family. It's a bit wavy in its natural way, but often times she pulls it up into loose ponytails, so it's not in the way of her eyes.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 113 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Callum isn't a fan of vey fancy clothing. She likes simple things, separates that she can put together in different combinations to create different looks. She isn't a large fan of dresses, and prefers more neutral colors.
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“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 18
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ June 8th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 4:00 AM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Ireland

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Fiery
⑅ Intelligent
⑅ Wild
⑅ Unconventional
⑅ Confident
⑅ Energetic
Callum is quite the loudmouth. She's an impulsive sort of person, and doesn't really think about what she's going to say. She just has word vomit, or action vomit. She just does or says whatever comes to mind first. The thing about Call, though, is that she doesn't regret it at all. She thinks it's a good quality, and rejoices that she was taught to be open and opinionated. She would never want to be like those people that tread on eggshells every moment of their lives, that sounds dreadful to her. Callum is a very passionate girl, with strong views and a tongue that's willing to say them. She's compassionate, and wants the best for people and subjects. It's important to her that people are treated well by their monarchy, that their best interests are looked out for, because that's what a government Is for. She's very much educated on things that she's interested in, because she doesn't want to be shown up by anyone in an argument, which she starts frequently. She and her twin, Cass, can be very unconventional in their ways according to Illeans. They aren't as mannered as the women in Illea, they're loud and vibrant, and have energetic souls. They're the type to wear pants instead of dresses, slide down banisters on their bums, and camp out in the woods when they're told not to. But they have fun, and truly are young at the soul. But when it comes to important things, Call doesn't back down or give up on anything.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Camping
⑅ Horse Racing
⑅ Cassidy
⑅ Standing up for her beliefs
⑅ Shocking people
⑅ Making others laugh
⑅ Laughing until she cries
⑅ Animals
⑅ Sweet things
⑅ Babies

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Cruel people
⑅ Extravagant balls and parties
⑅ Criminals
⑅ Vegetables
⑅ Anyone insulting her twin
⑅ Wolfish men
⑅ Castes

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Shocking people
⑅ Arguing her opinions
⑅ Standing up for others
⑅ Playing Croquet

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Her temper often gets her in trouble
⑅ Loud mouth
⑅ Much too honest
⑅ Faking manners

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Cal is always moving. Tapping her feet, twirling her hair or tapping her fingers against something, she can't help it.
⑅ Muttering to herself. On the rare occasions that Cal tries to be good, she usually messes it up by muttering things she'd like to say under her breath.
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»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Being forced into marriage
⑅ Losing Cassidy
⑅ Torture

»ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ« Contrary to popular belief, Callum is in fact sane.




“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ




“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Ireland, a land of rolling hills and murky waters. Home to Tamsin and Geoff O'Callaghan, the king and queen of their beautiful subcountry. Hundreds of years before they were born, countries all over the world were falling victim to hard times, and having to reign in their borders, or even abolish their country to stay afloat. For example, America turned into Illea, gained a king, and basically abolished their entire constitution, leaving their citizens with minimal rights and a caste system. But the United Kingdom was different, they were three countries to begin with, but they only had the funds and power for one. So as a solution, England absorbed Ireland and Scotland, and the countries became two sub countries within each other. Like Illea, they split themselves into provinces, and allowed each province to elect one representative to the parliament of England. The King and Queen were figureheads in old Ireland, they had no power, but got to keep their land and were generally called by titles. They owned a happy castle with good people and prosperous jobs and crops, it was a good world for them. So Tamsin and Geoff wanted to have plenty of kids, at least four, maybe five. They had two to start, Camille and Caitlyn, who were both demure and sweet girls, kind in nature and good at heart. They liked to watch the dressmakers work, and help them sew in a bead every now and then. They were little ladies, and when Tamsin got pregnant for the third time, she expected that her third child would be the same way. Little did she know that she was pregnant with twins. She gave birth to the two girls in her home, with a midwife and her husband holding her hand. Camille and Caitlyn were with her sister, sewing special stuffed animals together for the newborn baby. When Tamsin gave birth to two, she was overjoyed, and the girls were welcomed into the word with love. She named them Callum and Cassidy. Callum was born first, apparently being pushed out of the womb by her (technically) little sister. The babies were already codependent from the moment they were born. They slept in the same crib, cried at the same times, and decided to fall asleep at the same times, letting their parents go back to sleep. They played together, and seemed to be so in sync that everyone thought that they could talk to each other, everyone could tell that their little gurgles and glugs were really a secret language, they understood each other from the very beginning. They also showed their true colors, they were wild little babies. From the time they could crawl, they would wander away from their mother and have adventures in the hallway, since that was as far as they could actually get. When they learned to walk, everyone in the castle was on alert for two waddling babies, holding hands to keep their balance and laughing loudly while they walked as fast they can, trying to escape from anyone, even if they liked them. Which Callum did, she loved her mother and father, even her big sisters that gave her stuffed animals to sleep with and cookies to suck on. Of course their parents always watched on with laughter in their eyes and smiles on their faces. They loved their children, and even brought one more into the world after the twins, a fifth little girl named Casey. And by that time, Callum was five. She was allowed even more freedom than when she was younger, both she and Cassidy were, which meant that they had even more adventures, especially with their father. It was the "king" that taught them how to pitch a tent on the vast palace grounds, the king that made sure his girls knew which plants were poisoned, and which you could eat if you got lost in the woods. He didn't want his girls to be helpless damsels that needed to be saved, he wanted independent children, just like his wife did. And that's definitely what he got. Camille and Caitlyn weren't very much interested in their fathers jaunts outdoors, they would rather tay in, unless a picnic was involved. But Callum and Cassidy were more of the tomboy types, and they quite loved being taught independence. They loved it so much, in fact, that they would sneak outside sometimes and camp out by themselves, without permission or telling anyone. It was always a huge affair when this happened, with a lock down and a man hunt for two petite red heads as soon as they were found "missing". Callum thought of it much like a game of hide and seek, with the guards playing the role of silly seekers, and she and Cassidy being the best hiders around. They always came up with new places to hide, and would only come out after hours of searching, and their father finally calling out that the girls needed to come to dinner, or they wouldn't get any dessert. It always worked, especially on Callum, who's always had a large sweet tooth, and they always got what they were promised after running into their papas arms. Their sisters would openly disapprove of the younger twins behaviors, but they were never rude. They loved their younger sisters, no matter how crazy they seemed to be, and would always condone their acts as charming in the end. Cal just walked to the beat of her own drum. Sort of. Cal and Cass had always been with the same drummer, or so it seemed. They barely ever fought, and they always had the same ideas, the same ways of doing things. They could even be caught walking in step, taking drinks at the same time at dinner, and finishing each other's sentences. They were best friends, and nothing could break that up.

sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
As Callum grew up, she was exposed to some of the more ugly parts of the world. She saw what some of the government systems were like, and even some injustices in her own country. She always brought them up to Cassidy, then they would go together and discuss the issue with their parents, trying to see how they could fix the problem. With their own country, nine times or of ten, the English monarchy were very much willing to listen. They would nod their heads and discuss possible ways to eradicate the problem, and often times something was even done about the issue, something that the twins were always grateful for. They were treated like intelligent young ladies, not like idiots that could only sew and pop out kids. But when it came to the other countries, and how they were run, their parents seemed to be at a loss. There was nothing they could do, they said, and eventually, Callum understood. Their country needed allies, and to get allies, you sometimes had to deal with things that you didn't like. It was for the protection of their own people. And once Callum understood that, she got much less temperamental about castes and dictatorships. All she could do was make sure that her people were treated better than all the others, watch out for the Irish. It was a looser way of life, in Ireland. The palace that the girls lived in was on a huge stretch of land, with nothing to bother them for miles out. The eastern part of their property even led to a large cliff, complete with a beautiful, massive body of water beneath it. By the time she was a teenager, Callum had explored every nook and cranny of the royal land with Cassidy, and knew it like the back of her hand. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her days just wandering. She wanted to watch the murky waters, race the horses all day long, even garden, if she had to. Whatever she could do to stay in her lovely home, in her fantastic country. Callum was allowed free reign in the castle. She and Cassidy could slide down banisters and chase little Casey through the corridors, it was a home, not a place of business, and all the redheaded children felt that. They were children first, and honorary princesses second. Callum was glad it was that way, she didn't want the responsibilities of being a princess breathing down her neck, and she certainly didn't want them for Cassidy, or Casey, the baby of the family. She'd heard of some girls being engaged when they were nine. Nine years old, and being promised to some boy that didn't even know who she was, didn't know what she would be like someday, or what she may want out of like. They just pushed their children in these arranged marriages, for their own selfish benefits. But the "princesses" of Ireland would have choice in their lives. They had ideas and ways of thought that differed from one another. Camille was the classic lady; she wanted a high up husband and three children, one boy and two girls, in that order. She planned for everything, down to the last speck of dust that would be in a room, and had a level of self confidence that was through the roof; she always attracted plenty of suitors, but she picked and chose from them. Then there was Caitlyn, who was shy and soft; she liked to put on makeup and straighten her hair, but she did it just for herself, not for anyone else. She spent her days reading books in the library and petting the tomcats in the barn, making friends with usually only her family. She didn't plan, she was waiting, counting on God and the idea that the perfect man, her soulmate, would just knock into her one day, that he would sweep her off her feet like one of the Fairytales in her books, she was a dreamer. The twins were the rambunctious ones, the ones that wanted to go out and chase their futures, find their goals along the way and make their lives happen as they go. They didn't think about what they would do tomorrow or next month or in a year, they let the world come at them and decoded it as they wished. They loved the outdoors and fresh air, as well as long naps in the sunshine and braiding each other's hair before bed. Lastly there was Casey, the lovely little munchkin. She's all love and joy, bundled up into an immensely adorable package. Casey was pure at heart and always willing to take care of someone if they needed it. She showed a great interest in medicine starting at age 13, and it only grew as she sat in the infirmary and watched the nurses work. She was the sort of girl that nobody could say no to, with her right eyes and eager soul. She claimed that she wanted to be just like Callum and Cassidy, but Cal suspects that she'll be sweeter, more innocent than her older sisters. And if anyone ever tried to make her not so innocent, well, then Callum would have to slice off some sort of body part. Once cal got to be about 16 or 17, the proposals started to flood in, sometimes from men she'd only known for a weekend, men that would stay at the palace to try to win she or her twins heart. Camille was already engaged to a handsome duke, and Caitlyn was much more selective, and easily looked over at that age. So Callum and Cassidy were prime ideas for the men, but they had no interest. None of the men wanted them, they wanted some in to the castle or a title that they could boast at their dinners, they were repulsive, too. Some as much as 20 years older than the girls, wishing to wed them. It made their father very angry, so the Irish girls became known as harsh ladies to woo, a reliable reputation, one that was surely true. Callum doubted that any man that came searching for her hand would be one she ended up with, she very much agreed with Caitlyn, that true love came around and knocked you off your feet one day, and you couldn't settle with marriage, it had to be perfect. They were offered a break, though, when their parents mentioned a trip to Illea. They would go to show Ireland's support of the country during the time of the selection. But Camille was busy with wedding planning and her new fiancé, Caitlyn was too shy, and also had a beau by then, a sweet guard that she was hoping to wed out of true love, and Casey was much too young. So Callum and Cassidy were invited to go, as soon as Camille's wedding extravaganza was over. Callum was excited to see a new country, if not a little bit nervous. But she had Cassidy by her side, so how could she be scared? And Camille's wedding was beautiful and filled Callum up with hope that someday she and Cassidy would find loves like that, she wanted to be as happy as her grown up sister. After many hugs to Casey and multiple forehead kisses from their father, Cassidy and Callum were off, packed and ready for their next adventure.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ O'Callaghan, Mother
≄ O'Callaghan, Father
≄ O'Callaghan
≄ O'Callaghan,
≄ Cassidy O'Callaghan, Twin

≄ O'Callaghan,

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Her sisters

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ None.

ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Cherry Bomb
Na Na Na
Diane Young
Fred Astaire



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

All Approved

                              ─── Who says ───

                 Illya Yegor Alexeyevich Alistratov
                                       Lover to the Russian King

Caste: N/A but 6 if it was
Occupation Footman
Age: 21
Birthday: 14th January
Nationality: Russian
City Vladivostok
Sexuality: Homosexual

                              ───you can't have it all?───
                              
                              ───Love and family?───

personality

Illya has a playful personality and is very flirtatious. He enjoys teasing his lovers with little gestures such as playing coy and seductive eyes, knowing exactly the effect he has on other males whether gay or straight. But his teasing isn't restricted to the bedroom and he often uses it to make fun of his friends; light-heartedly of course. There is nothing spiteful about Illya. He is fun to be around and can be quite the joker when in the right mood, having a good sense of humour. Illya is also a confident young man secure in himself and his appearances after he has no need to be insecure.

                              ───I love───
                              
                     ───you───

history

Illya was born 21 years ago in Vladivostok, Russia to a low income family but that didn't bother them. They loved their son and he them. He grew up close to his parents as they were the only company he had as a young boy, having no siblings but he soon made friends as he started attending school and was always over at other peoples houses. He was never particularly intelligent and didn't care much for school which didn't change as he got older. So he dropped out at age fourteen and got a job instead. His first job was at a rich ladies house within the city. He was to serve her tea and serve as a companion as her family never hadn't much time for her. He enjoyed the work as it wasn't demanding and found pleasure in helping serving others. But as with all things, his time there came to an end as the family were losing money due to their company going bankrupt, so he was let go. Luckily he found another job soon enough but this one was in Moscow, in one of the Dukes houses. Illya served him well even through the work wasn't what he was used to, having only ever really served tea but he picked it up quickly enough, impressing the Duke. Illya carried on there for another 3 years, after finding a position in the royal household as the King's Footman. He was excited for his new job and couldn't wait to start. But once he started he found it was different than how he thought it would be. The King seemed to be blatantly flirting with him which wasn't something he was used to from his employers which turned him into the shy, stuttering maiden which he wasn't, well he was a maiden but he wasn't shy or stuttering. So he gathered his confidence and started flirting back, leaving a lingering touch here and there when he dressed the man as after all he was attractive. Unfortunately for Illya, Vladimir as Illya had come to refer to him in his mind found out he was a virgin after overhearing a conversation between Illya and one of his friends and never stopped teasing him about it. The King's especially liked calling him a beautiful blushing maiden which just made him blush all the more. Eventually the flirting got enough for Illya, when one day he was standing in-between the King's legs , unbuttoning his shirt slowly and the king was looking at him with dark lustful eyes, an expression he knew was reflected in his own and King Vladimir reached up to hold his hips. They were in that position for who knows how long before Illya closed the gap and kissed the King hoping, he hadn't been misreading things; he hadn't and the two fell into bed together with the King taking Illya's virginity. While in bed that night, the King confessed to Illya that he was glad he was his first and never intended to let Illya be anyone else's. The two developed an all out lover from there that they keep hidden from the whole country and the royal family most of all. At least he hopes they have kept it a secret from the family because Vlad's wife kind of scares him.

Approved! *giggling* His wife scares him. XD I love that.

Thank you :) I thought it was a nice little detail ;)

Part One of Two

"Sometimes I wish... I wish I mattered to my parents. More than just a pawn, actually mattered. They would just love to marry me off, secure some alliance to some country. They don't care about what I want. Don't I deserve at least that? Don't I deserve what I want?"



Basic Details

Ɲαмє: Tamera Lydia Lycan (Fiennes)
Name Meanings:
↳ Tamera, English, meaning "Date Palm, Palm Tree"
↳ Lydia, English/Greek, meaning "Woman from Lydia"
↳ Fiennes, English/French, meaning "The Fair One"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Tam, Tammy, Mera, Lyddie.

Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 7th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: London, England, but she's been living in Denbeigh, Illea.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.

Ƈαѕтє: One, Royalty (formerly, only technically currently), Five, Artist (currently).
Occυραтιση: Princess of England, Artist.
Face Claim: Amber Stevens

Aρρєαяαηce:



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Height: She's tall at 5'9.
Weight: 119 lbs.
Hair: Has long brown hair, sometimes highlights it.
Skin: Lighter skinned than some of her family, she has cinnamon colored skin that shows her black heritage but isn't super dark.
Eyes: Brown.
Body type: Skinny and fit, long arms and legs, curvy but slender body, lean muscles. C-cup breasts, size 7 feet.
Pitch of voice: A modulated voice, often calm and keeping volume in check, sometimes filled with sarcasm or a pleasant tone. She also has a wonderful British accent.
Distinguishable markings: She has no scars but she has pierced ears and a pierced belly button. She also has a tattoo of birds on her back: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] And she always had this idea that she wanted to get on her wrist with her future husband, once they're married. If he would allow it, anyway. It's traditional English crowns, his a king's, hers a queen's, with his saying below 'One Life' and hers saying, 'One Love'. She hasn't gotten this yet, but has kept the idea in mind. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Tamera dresses for the occasion. Hot weather? Bikinis under loose, light clothes, and sandals. Cold weather? Snug jeans, long sleeve loose shirts that hang on her frame, warm knit hoodies and sweaters, warm boots, sometimes hats or scarves. Casual? Much like her cold weather clothes, she likes snug jeans or leggings with long sleeve loose fitting shirts that the sleeves go all the way to her hands. For formal galas, she likes long gowns, not big things but slender, form fitting, sometimes even a little sexy.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: To some, Tamera seems just like the rest of her family. Polite and political on the outside with all the good graces of a royal, but with an inside of dark intentions. Though it isn't as simple as that. Sure, Tamera has some sass. She's sarcastic and bold, and she knows what she wants out of life. She's privileged and if she has something she wants, she'll reach out and take it. She won't settle for less. But this doesn't make her a bitch, it just makes her a confident princess. In truth, when you get to know her, she's not as bad as the public image makes her seem. She is ambitious, but it's stemmed from her need to prove her value to her family. She's cunning, but it's a trait she earned from growing up as a princess where her family believed politics was everything. When you pull away the family image, pull away her defenses, she's just a girl. A smart, funny, energetic girl who loves life. She's artistic and quirky, with a love in the unique. She's well-rounded, graceful, intuitive. She's loyal, though not necessarily to her family, but more to specific people in her life who have been good to her. She's very open minded, and sexually tuned, very... would kinky be the right word? Yes, she can be quite kinky. Though she's a bit of a hopeless romantic, too. She claims she just wants a good arrangement for political reasons, but she dreams of the perfect marriage. Though, if she wasn't royal, it'd come second to her life, something she wanted but didn't need right away. Though Tamera acts rather serious when a lot of people are around, in truth she's very playful and funny, loving banter and to just let down her guard. She's peaceful and quiet when alone, and she values that solitary time. It just takes a while to chip past the façade she's grown for her family.



Lιкєѕ: Art, Rich Cultures, Music, Other Countries, Old Fashioned Traditions, Accents, Warm Weather, Long Sleeves, Painting, Drawing, Marketplaces, Dancing, Sex, Handsome Men, Her Family, Other Royals Her Age, Cats.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Snakes, Wet Weather, Silence, Poor Arrangements, Her Brothers Outdoing Her, Her Pride Being Hurt, Rude People, Her Life Being Planned Without Her Approval, Being Denied, Being Insulted.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Tamera is very artistic. She loves music, art, dancing, anything that lets her express her creativity. In her home, she's often the perfect picture of royalty, polite and boring, and she doesn't get to express that side of her. In fact, her family doesn't know just how much she loves art. She's particularly talented at drawing and painting with watercolors. She always has a sketchbook with her, usually sketching people or things. With watercolors, she likes to paint places she's been, like London, where she was born and raised. Some examples:
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Sтяєηgтнѕ: She can separate logic and emotion, and make critical decisions that need to be made. She's very strategic and intelligent, and she doesn't lack passion about furthering her country.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: While she isn't insecure like some girls are, she does have her weaknesses. Her fears are one. Her flaws, such as her pride, is another. She's extremely slow to trust, she's picky, and she's rather indecisive. She believes that arrangements are purely political and there's no chance of love from them, so she acts political because of it. It takes her time to warm up, and she's rather withdrawn. Finding love in an arrangement could shock her and make her pull away, emotionally, to try to figure out what she's feeling. She has a lack of knowledge about how families are supposed to work, as hers has always been rather cut and dry, keeping emotion separate. Anything emotional is a weakness to her.



Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.

ƑαмιƖу:

Will be added as they're made.

Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: She likes bright colors. White, Orange, Yellow, Red.
Favorite Flower: Lotus, Water Lillies. Loves them.
Favorite Foods: The only thing she isn't picky about is her food. She'll eat anything, and she loves trying new things, particularly things from other countries. Food from England is so bland, she likes things with flavor. Her favorite would have to be Shawarma.
Favorite Constellation: Draco, also known as The Dragon. She just likes the idea of a medieval time when Dragons lived. It doubles as her favorite animal, despite it being a reptile, and her having a fear of snakes.
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air.
Fears: Being a disappointment to her family, being outshined by her brothers, death, snakes, and being kidnapped.
Flaws: Her family and the way she was raised made her very strategic, always looking for a person's strong and weak points the second she meets them. This can be a blessing and a curse. She's also slow to trust, and likes to keep up her polite, proper act as long as possible, it takes a special kind of person to have her let down her guard. She's also very prideful, another flaw.
Theme Song: TBA

Part Two of Two



Tamera Fiennes' History:

The English Royal Family has lived with one motto. "Polite Smile, Sealed Lips." They raised their kids by this motto. Always smile, never let anyone see you break down, and never divulge anything you shouldn't. Information was meant to be kept and cleverly given away only in return for something more valuable. Kids in this family were raised more to be politically valuable than to be kids, and the same could be said for Tamera Fiennes. Born a triplet, she was the second oldest, the middle between her older brother and younger brother. None of the triplets looked alike, in fact Tamera looked the least like them. Instead of blocky and strong, she was tall and thin, model-like, with lighter skin. From a young age, Tamera learned what it meant to be a princess. She learned that her parents disapproved of her running around wildly or making a lot of noise, but approved of when she sat quietly, like a polite little lady. She learned that they approved when she asked clever questions in a discreet manner, but disapproved when she made stupid remarks. She quickly learned how they expected her to behave, and that molded her. Her intelligence granted a quick understanding of things, like what would happen in the future. Like how her family is going bankrupt and would be looking for rich, powerful arrangements for their children. That was the only thing she agreed with, feeling that if she had to be arranged, she might as well be arranged to someone important. But she always felt secluded, and always felt like it was easier for her siblings. Her triplet brothers, for instance. Her eldest brother was the crowned prince, highly sought after by arrangements because it meant younger siblings and lesser cousins would be turned into valuable future queens, and that was a good thing. Her brothers were both handsome, as well, and that was always good. Her younger siblings all were good assets as well. Good looking, well trained. But Tamera was different. She was picky, she didn't approve of just anyone. Her parents argued with her, tell her to just suck it up and get married to who they chose for her. But she didn't want just anyone. If her eldest triplet brother could be a king, then she wanted to be a queen. She deserved it, she wanted it. She was angry at the whole thing, angry that her life had been planned and decided, and she felt like that was the only thing she could control, was that she found someone worthy of marrying her. Unfortunately, her chances of that are slim, but as long as she's picky and doesn't settle without an argument, she can hold off on marrying some lame second cousin of some small royal family.

But enough about her feelings of Arrangements. Growing up, the only thing Tamera really enjoyed were events her family held. Ones with music, dancing, beautiful dresses and delicious food. Sure, she had to keep up the polite façade her family had instilled in her, but at least she got to enjoy the event. Another thing she found herself loving was her lessons. Women in her family didn't really learn fighting like her brothers did, but she learned things like music, art, etiquette. Art was her favorite, her one creative escape from the suffocating life she lived. She proved to be quite good, too, and her room is decorated with water color painting and sketches. She even got into pottery at one point, though her family didn't approve, said it was messy. Sometimes she daydreams that if she wasn't a princess, she'd be an artist, living in some remote part of the world, in a tiny village. She rather likes the idea of winging it, nothing but the clothes on her back and a couple art supplies. Tamera is rather quirky, probably because her family smothers that side of her. She's expected to like clean cut things, proper things. But that isn't the case. She likes exotic foods, odd people, kitchens with different colored doorknobs on each cabinet door and rooms with each wall painted a different color. She likes gardens of all kinds of different flowers, skirts worn over leggings, and naked cats. She likes strange things, unique things. She likes wearing overalls and not looking so frigidly proper. These are all weird things that she likes that her family disapproves of. Obviously she'll play the perfect daughter, hair done elegantly, body wrapped in an expensive dress... but that isn't who she is, not who she wants to be, just who she's forced to be.

Part of Tamera always resented her parents and grandmother. She resented that they controlled her and her siblings so much. She resented them trying to sell her off to the highest bidder. She resented that their country was one they'd conquered, not one they'd earned. But most of all she resented the rumors. Many rumors swirl around her family. Rumors that they're full of tricks, that they're scandalous and have secrets. Rumors that her mother couldn't have possibly have had all her kids so close in age, so some of them must be results of her father's infidelity with the local whores at the Red Light District. Rumors of her family's debt and eagerness to sell off their children. Sure, some of those rumors are true, but that doesn't make them any less hurtful. As far as her siblings go, Tamera's relationships with them vary. Her family keeps in a close circle, having learnt not to trust anyone who isn't family. Therefore, her family is the only friend she's ever had.

But sometimes friends and family go too far. When Tamera turned fifteen, she found out her family planned to marry her to a widowed king of Armenia who was in his sixties! She was fifteen, a child, and they wanted to marry her to an elder. That was the last straw. In the middle of the night, Tamera ran away from home. She became known as the "Lost Princess". It was all over the news, her family was devastated. She ended up going to Illea, to hide out in Denbeigh. She was taken in by the Lycan family, a family of fives. To hide who she was, Tamera took their last name, registering as a citizen of Illea, taking the fifth caste. She became an artist, and for the last four years, she's been living happily.

However, she still has the dream of being a queen. She knew Mavis and Oliver from when she was younger, so when she heard about their selection, she decided enough was enough. She was old enough to arrange her own marriages now. So, knowing full well her family will be there, she went to the Illean Castle as a royal, returning to the spotlight.

                              ───Politics ───

                                    Marc Émile Enjolras
                                       The French Diplomat

Caste: N/A
Occupation French Diplomat
Age: 28
Birthday: 30th November
Nationality: French
City Leon
Sexuality: Pansexual

                              ───is just a game───
                              
                              ───with no rules───

personality

The thing about Marc is he's not someone you ever want to get into an debate with as he has come backs for everything and more than that his answers are always well formulated. He is a quick-witted man and knows how to play the political game and get the best deals possible for his country when entering into negotiations and treaty agreements. He knows how to play the waiting game and is also very patient in his personal life to, never pushing too hard too fast. He can be protective over those he cares about especially when he deems them innocents who don't know the way of the world.

                              ───Love is───
                              
                     ───an adventure───

history

Marc was born to two extremely wealthy parents who help full the royals coffers but he isn't noble. His childhood was extremely cushy and he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth but his parents would not allow their son to be soft and lazy instead they made sure he was quick witted and knew how to navigate around tough political situations. They wanted their son to prove himself in politics and become indispensable to the royals, through Marc never did find out why, whether it was because they wanted to prove themselves loyal subjects or because they wanted the crown as they died a few weeks after his 16th birthday on the way home from an art expedition in Paris. He grieved for weeks but wouldn't let his grief effect his studies as now he had a reason to become the man they thought he could be and when he turned 17, he got an internship at the palace learning under the best of the French Kings advisors. He picked up things quickly and soon advanced from Intern to an actual employee proving his worth to the royals time and time again and three years ago he landed his position as Diplomat which he loves as he gets to travel and it was in this position six months ago he started a relationship with the French crown prince Anatole, who is a lot younger than most of his previous lovers but that has never mattered to Marc. Their relationship has developed quickly emotionally with both parties being fully invested in each other but sexually it has been slow going since Anatole is a virgin and new to the whole sex thing, so Marc keeps his patience and goes slowly with him, hoping to build his confidence enough that they can be lie together properly.

Iηтяσ∂υcιηg

“Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹐ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ. Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ﹐ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Hᴏᴡ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ﹖”




∙Fυℓℓ Nαмє∙
Cassidy O'Callaghan

∙Mєαηιηg Oƒ Fιѕят Nαмє∙
irish: Clever or curly-headed

∙Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн∙
June 8th, Gemini

∙Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн∙
Ireland(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

∙Agє∙
18

∙Gєη∂єя∙
Female

∙Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ∙
Single

∙Sєχυαℓ Oяιєηтαтιση∙
Heterosexual

∙Fαcє Cℓαιм∙
Giorgia Faggi

∙Eтнηιcιту∙
Irish Caucasian

∙Occυραтιση∙
Princess of Ireland [middle child]

∙Aƒƒιℓιαтισηѕ∙
Royal relations and such



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Cass has curly, long, full, red hair, much like her sisters, an angular face, spotted with freckles, much like her twins, her eyes are a doe eyed brown, with long lashes. She stand's at 5'5, and brags as much to her twin often because her twin is constantly bragging that she was born first.(aha) She has an athletic body but still holds onto some curves, she has what are called 'dimple piercings' which her father was not happy about at all, she also has a sun tattoo(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] on her back that she got at the same time with her twin, who has a moon tattoo on hers. Their tattoos are located in the exact same spots and they find meaning in them. Her style is mostly jeans and shirts, but you can find her in a dress sometimes, though it isn't as often as jeans or shorts to be sure. She likes to have her mass of hair down most of the time, and when its not down then its styled in the latest fashion or thrown up haphazardly on top of her head. Being a princess doesn't mean all frills and lace for this girly, she has her own sense of style and love for whatever she feels is comfy.



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∤∤∤⇁Lιкєѕ

-Camping
-Standing up and being a voice for those that can't be heard
-The idea of a revolution(Wouldn't it make things more interesting?)
-Horse back riding
-Spending every free moment with her twin Call
-Dreaming up stories and telling them to her sister
-Making others laugh
-Having fun at any expense really
-Being one of four princesses
-Exploring her home land



∤∤∤⇁Dιѕℓιкєѕ
-A voice raised her way
-Being told no, its not something that happens often
-Seeing those that go hungry and then those that pay hundreds of dollars for a pillow their tush sits on
-The Caste system in general
-Stuffy rooms
-Rude people in general
-Lady like things, why can't things just be things? And people do as they pleased?
-Touchy, feely men that overstep their bounds
-The idea of being promised to someone without ones permission
-Anti-feminist's

∤∤∤⇁Sтяєηgтнѕ
-Has her own opinions
-Brave
-Adventurous
-Loving
-Protective
-Kind


∤∤∤⇁Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ
-Loud mouth
-Doesn't think before she speaks
-Has no qualms of breaking rules to suit her own needs
-Respecting ones personal boundaries when she's truly interested, making herself a hypocrite
-Old people, she loves the hell out of them
-Her twin, she would do anything, seriously anything for her


∤∤∤⇁Pнσвια(ѕ) Oя Fєαя(ѕ)
[Callum dying and leaving her in the world alone]
[Being beheaded, she just thinks it's an awful way to go]

∤∤∤⇁Aвιℓιтιєѕ σя Sρєcιαℓ Aттяιвυтєѕ
Cass has a special way with words, and its earned her what she wants on many occasion. Most people don't even realize that she's manipulating them, sometimes she doesn't realize it herself, but she does it quite well, hence the reason she's hardly been told no her whole life. She also has a heart for the poor and needy, and will go out of her way to bring them things even if its frowned upon and not her place to do so.

∤∤∤⇁Mєηтαℓ Hєαℓтн
Mostly sane, though if you hear some tell it they would call her the red headed lunatic. Truly though ignore those that do say such things for they know not what they say. :)

∤∤∤⇁Hσввιєѕ σя Qυιякѕ
:Horseback riding
:Camping
:Croquet
:Acting out Skits with her twin
-She bites the inside of her cheek when nervous
-Cass cannot go anywhere without the locket that her twin gave her for her 4th birthday, it has a picture on each side, one of her and one of Callum when they were just toddlers
-Cass Loves the smell and feel of crisp sheets fresh in off the line
-She is attracted to men by their scent

Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ﹐ ᴛᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛs﹐ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ﹐ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. Aʜ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ

A Hιѕтσяιcαℓ Cσмριℓαтιση ƒσя Yσυя Pℓєαѕυяє

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪɴs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀsᴇ



Ⅰ Pнαѕє Oηє
Eαяℓу Hιѕтσяу

Ireland, the one place that didn't exactly change with the rest of the world. They still have a monarchy, they have what is called Parliament still. The Caste system just didn't really take in this particular piece of the world. There was Scotland, Ireland and England a long time ago, Ireland ended up absorbing Scotland, its all very political, but in the end Ireland has rights and they don't really go along with the rest of the world. It is where the beginning this lovely girls life took place, where her father rules and makes decisions for the land, by the peoples own vote, he is King and ruler of Ireland itself with his wife.

Tiny babies, two tiny babies came into the world, first Callum, then Cassidy, red haired, and brown eyed. Their faces were speckled with freckles, and their cherub cheeks were just begging to be pinched and kissed. Their pale skin made their bright, fiery hair stand out, and their pink lips as well. Their mommy, Tamsin, and daddy, Geoff, were over the moon to welcome them into the world, as were their older sisters, Camille and Caitlyn. The twins made the number of siblings four, giving the parents a brood of children fairly early in life still, but it wasn't like they weren't happy about it. They'd always wanted a large family, and were thankful that the twins had come. The whole family celebrated for days after the girls were born, everyone was excited for the two girls that would eventually fill the castle with mischief like they'd never seen. They didn't know that at the time though, they only saw two more beautiful girls that would be wonderful young laides like their older sisters. Camille and Caitlyn were perfectly poised, dressed up like dolls, wonderful etiquette, quite trained little girls that didn't mind in the least. They obeyed the rules, and never ran around the house, or spilled things, they didn't let their curiosity get the better of them. Everyone figured that these two girls would be the same, they would follow the rules, act as ladies even at a young age, show the poise that a little lady should, never give their nannies any trouble. Oh but how wrong, and misguided those poor souls were, if they had known what was in store they might have all quit then and there and taken for the hills to be honest....

Two years old, a tender age for a child, let alone two. Cass and Callum were running around by this age, and they took full advantage of this new thing they could do. It was the beginning of where they learned escaping nannies and/or any other responsible figure that might of been in charge of their well being. The only person they didn't seem to run from when she was around and responsible for them was their grandmother, who they affectionately called 'Granny'. She was their fathers mother, and very loud with her own opinions, she liked to counter their father on every little thing he said just to get a rise out of him, they would giggle furiously if she did so at the dinner table. Cass and Callum would be snuck sweets a lot by their witty grandmother, as well as be included on lots of outings around Ireland when she visited the villagers to help them out. Their father liked that his children were being shown what it meant to help others, and not just think they were above everyone else. This family, this country, was unique and not above helping one another. Some say that the Irish are still heathens, but they like to think they're strong, loving, and a kind place. Cassidy has always thought that her daddy was the best guy on earth, and that her mommy was the perfect woman to rule by her side. She's quite happy that she doesnt' have to rule though, she has two, technically three, sisters ahead of her for the throne, so she has no worries about ever having to take that position. The child was too wild for such things anyway, her nanny like to call her 'red headed step child' and no not with affection. She called her twin that as well, mostly when they ran off and got into some sort of mischief. Their father and mother did their best to instill discipline into all of their children, but for the twins it pretty much fell on deaf ears, and it was really hard for anyone to say no to these two little princesses. Once when they were around seven years old they disappeared for almost a week, the girls had packed up some camping gear and headed for the hills for a week, never letting anyone know. Their father found them with a fire going and fish cooking over it, he was so proud and dumbfounded when he found them that he could only hug them and gently let them know how much they'd worried him. He informed them from now on that they had to camp closer to home, they were in danger so far out, because they were still princesses and someone might kidnap them for money. So they did, when they felt like getting away from the castle they would disappear just out back, upsetting the guards and nannies, but enjoying themselves nonetheless.

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A∂σℓєѕcєηcє

The girls didn't stay the babies, no they had a younger sister when they were four, she was named Casey. And when she got old enough to take out well they had her out with them as well, she was only five when they took her camping with them once. Their father didn't like that much, neither did their mother, so they were more careful with Casey after that. Still the twins got into whatever they could and amused themselves in their own ways. Their governess would start pulling her hair out about halfway through their lessons, needless to say by the time they were fourteen the poor lady was bald and had to wear hats even indoors. The girls didn't feel bad though, no they didn't like her much because she didn't like them much, plus studying was such a bore. Why should they be cooped up when they could be out doing things?! Going on adventures? Cass would whisper or write Callum notes through their lessons, only aggravating their poor governess more.

Boys started coming around when the girls were only fourteen, their mothers as well. Callum and Cassidy were prime girls for marrying, and they wanted to set up arranged marriages. They were always disappointed because the Queen would let these visitors know that their daughters would all marry whomever they fell in love with, and that no arranging would be happening under her roof. Still, the mothers would try to get the girls to spend time with their marry worthy boys, and Cass and Callum would end up doing something drastic to the boys, that or befriending them and giving them romantic advice for girls they were already in love with. Their mother always warned them not to lead boys on, so they didn't. Neither girl had found anyone yet that they thought were their forever. Their sisters however did look for boys to marry, their oldest especially, she had so many calls it was ridiculous. Men from all sorts of nature and diplomacy, Cass saw it all as a game and thought her sister was winning.

Ⅲ Pнαѕє Tняєє
Yσυηg A∂υℓтнσσ∂

Cass' sister finally got engaged to some duke that looked at her with goo goo eyes and made Camille so happy that Cassidy couldn't help but be happy for her eldest sister. It wasn't like they were moving away, so why should it be a sad time? She did threaten the poor guy once though, telling him if he ever hurt or cheated on her sister that she would surely cut his manhood off and feed it to the pigs, poor guy was white as a sheet by the time she was done talking to him. Cass was quite happy with herself though and threw herself into helping with the wedding preparations after that. All the sisters would be in the gorgeous wedding, so it was a very exciting time. And to top it all off the twins found out that they were being sent to Illea afterwards to represent Ireland, that was a true adventure, and one that Cass was pumped for really. Sure she was nervous to leave her parents, but Callum would be with her, so it couldn't be so bad. Her other sister Caitlyn, also had a guy interested in her, the love bug was apparently going around and Cass wanted no part of it. She liked being single, on her own, making her own decisions and causing trouble. Plus wouldn't a love interest pull her away from her twin sister? That is not something that Cass wants in her life. She and Callum have been thick as thieves since they were born, so she has no plans on separating from her anytime soon. This trip to Illea for the Selection event couldn't have come at a better time. She knew that her mother would be looking to maybe play cupid if the girls stayed in the castle much longer, because everyone knew that Caitlyn would be marrying next. The wedding went off without a hitch, it was a gorgeous affair, and Cass gave her sister a long sword for her wedding gift, though her sister seemed confused by the gift she also seemed happy with it, maybe. Tamsin told Cass that maybe it wasn't exactly appropriate, but Cass shrugged it off and then danced the night away with all the single guys her age. The ones that weren't already dancing with Callum that is, but they both made it clear that it was only dancing and nothing more. In some countries dancing means you're promising yourself to someone, and neither girl wanted anyone thinking that that was what they were doing.

Bᴜᴛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴀss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. Lᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs. Wᴀʀ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs﹐ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ. Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ

ⅣPнαѕє Fσυя
Eχтяα Iηƒσямαтιση Tнαт Mαу Bє σƒ Iмρσятαηcє

Iᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ARE ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹕ Hᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.



⊸Tнє Lινιηg Rєℓαтισηѕ
Father,
Mother,
Sister,
Sister,
Twin Sister, Callum, 18

Sister,
Triplet Brothers, Cailean, Caolán, and Cathal

Granny,


⊸Tнє Dєcєαѕє∂ Rєℓαтισηѕ αη∂ Fяιєη∂ѕ

⊸Cℓσѕє Fяιєη∂ѕ
All of her sisters


♬Fανσяιтє Pℓαуℓιѕт♬
http://8tracks.com/royal-without-geno...


Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Aʀᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴜɴɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.

✧ 25 ✧ male ✧ homosexual ✧ Kim Woo Bin ✧

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Jae is very passionate about certain things like his clothes for example. Sometimes he gets carried away and it comes out as him being a stereotypical spoiled snobbish prince (he doesn't care what other think so it doesn't bother him.) but in reality he just cares deeply about that thing. He's super protective of his family especially his younger brother Tylan.

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Jae is the first born child of *blank* and *blank* Xinhai. He grew up being the spoiled only child until his parents had his little brother Tylan. At first Jae was indifferent to Tylan like he was with his other siblings but the. Tylan start to grow on him because he was so small and seemingly fragile. It became his personal duty to protect Tylan and that's what he did.


One day when Jae was fifteen Tylan went missing and Jae helped the staff find him even though it wasn't 'his job'. Eventually he found his seven year old little brother in one of the gardens crying and his gorgeous ginger hair looked like it was hacked off by a three year old. Jae comforted his younger brother and eventually coaxed who did it to him. He took him back to the palace shielding him from questions and people. After that Tylan was never really the same well at least not to other people. His relationship with Tylan never really changed. After that he became a little closer to his other siblings but Jae just didn't have the same relationship with them like he did with his youngest sibling. Now he's going to Illea to make niceties with the other royals.

                              ─── Parties, Drugs and Alcohol───

                                    Cahira Lily O' Calloghan
                                       Princess of Ireland

Caste: One
Occupation Princess
Age: 21
Birthday: 4th May
Nationality: Irish
City Dublin
Sexuality: Bisexual

                              ───are a───
                              
                              ───toxic combination───

personality

If you could use one word to describe the Eldest Princess of Ireland it would be feisty. Cahira is a fierce women and not someone you want to mess with. She can be quite scary at times as her temper runs as red hot as her hair but while she is quick to anger it usually burns out quite quickly and she finds it near impossible to hold a grudge. She will not allow anyone to walk all over through and can come off as a bit stand offish at times. However if you can look past that she is fun to be around and the life and soul of the party. She can be a bit of a daredevil and is always doing stupid things and carrying out dangerous activities to search for the next high, it was her need for adrenaline that led her down the path she's on with heavy drinking and lots of drugs. Well that and her hatred of being royal even if the O' Calloghan's are nothing like a normal royal family.

                              ───I'm a mess───
                              
                     ───but a fixable one───

history

Cahira is the eldest child of the King and Queen of Ireland but not their heir. She refused that title when she was 16 but that's a story for later. For now lets tell the story of her childhood. When she was born the King and Queen were delighted with the new addition to the family and doted on their little girl, the first of many children. As a baby Cahira wasn't easy, she was always fussing and constantly wanted to be held by her parents or her Nanny. But with patience it was something she grew out of and instead began to explore the world she was born in too. Her favourite activity as a child was exploring the castle with her siblings, closely followed by archery and riding. But her idyllic childhood was not to last. She started to learn more about the country she was born into and its need for allies but she had no interest in politics and instead wished she could take a backseat but she kept up a polite smile. Until she met a wealthy girl by the name of Cadie. Cadie was exactly what Cahira would grow to be; hooked on parties and drugs but at the time Cahira didn't know that. Cadie took Cahira too her father skydiving arena where she got her first taste of an adrenaline rush. A rush she has been chasing ever since but nothings ever felt the same no matter how dangerous her and Cadie's stunts get. When they found that the extreme sports were not getting the results they wanted, they turned to drugs. First it was gateway drugs such as weed and then the harder stuff like meth and cocaine. It wasn't long before Cahira was addicted. Her behaviour obviously worried her family and they often screamed and shouted at her because of it but nothing changed, Cahira was just as reckless as ever. So her parents exiled Cadie away from there daughter hoping it would calm her behaviour done, it didn't she just got better at hiding it. But she couldn't do it anymore and on her sixteenth birthday when her parents wanted her to step and take position as their heir, she declined, she wasn't queen material, hell she could barely hold herself together and more than all that she didn't want it. She didn't want any of this anymore. She just wanted to be a normal girl. It caused a rift in her relationship with her family but she did her best to rep[air it being the best older sibling she could do her siblings and especially her younger brother Cyrus who she enjoyed teasing and making him blush. She also quite with most of the harder drugs knowing how worried they made the rest of the family and instead replaced the drugs with men, finding herself in someone else's bed nearly every night. A few years have passed since then and she is now joining her family in the Selection.

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「"And when you’re the most unhappy, someone walks into your life and shows you how beautiful you are"

☁Travis Atwood   ☁38   ☁Canada
☁Male   ☁Married   ☁King
☪Tom Hardy

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Traits
✧Strategic
✧Protective
✧Strong minded
✧Fierce

「"To those walking in the rain, they need someone to walk with them more than an umbrella. To those crying to themselves, more than a handkerchief, they need someone to cry on."

❝Ａ  Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｒａｎｃｅ ❞

There were two sons, Ethan and Travis. Ethan was the eldest, Travis was the youngest. The two princes were never exactly close, Ethan was the heir to the kingdom, while Travis was 'just' the second son. Travis grew up being second to everything, and that included his parents affections. He was two the first time he was left behind. His parents were taking his five year old brother to visit New Asia, to meet his future bride. There was no reason for Travis to go, so they left him behind with his nanny. Travis wailed, and threw temper tantrums the entire time they were gone, he could not be consoled, no matter how much the staff tried. There was a particular older maid that tried very hard, she felt bad for the child. Travis would not be calm until his parents were back home, and clung to his older brother, though his brother just pushed him off and left his crying brother on the floor. Ethan didn't see his brother as being worth his time either, and really didn't spend much time with the little tyke while they grew up.

Travis figured out at around eight years old that he was really on his own, his family left him behind for the umpteenth time, and the child decided that he was his own family, and he didn't need anyone else. He would no longer reach out to his brother, and he wouldn't look to his parents for anything, he decided that he would be independent and make his own future. After all, what did it matter to the rest of his family? Travis was very intelligent, and began mapping out his future, one that his parents couldn't mess with. The youngest prince took interest in military training, and requested that his studies revolve around the military, and war strategies, he studied not only the strategies, but a lot of history. While his parents thought that they were going to be able to use the boy as a political pawn, he was making his way to be his own person, and he had plans to make it impossible for them to ever be able to control him.

The Atwood brothers parents died when Travis was thirteens years of age. Ethan was crowned king, and the advisors gave him their utmost support and advise on what should happen next. Ethan completely ignored Travis, not caring if he was upset, grieving, or in shock. Thankfully Travis wasn't all that upset over them dying, they were mere strangers to the teen anyway. He went on with his plan, knowing that he had to act fast when he became an adult, before his brother did decide to use him as a pawn, as his parents had wanted to do.

As soon as he became of legal age Travis signed up for the military, he joined the army and didn't look back. After signing the contract, there was nothing his brother could do to him, ever again. At least not as a prince, sure he could have him sent to dangerous area's, but Ethan didn't care enough. Travis started off as a grunt, just like everyone else did, he wanted to be treated completely like an equal, and so no one really spoke of his joining the army. The public didn't much know about him anyway, so it wasn't anything new not to see the youngest prince around the kingdom. Travis excelled, all on his own, and because of his education, in the army. He rose through a couple of ranks, and became someone that others respected, though not many knew that he was of royal blood. Ethan and the rest of his family was in his past, and all that he cared about was the family he made in the army, and the military future he had.

There was a rebel attack that pretty intense at one point, Travis was in the middle of the fray. Protecting his men, and taking down those that would want to harm the kingdom. One scuffle he had led to a life-threatening wound for Travis. After they pushed the rebels back he was rushed to a tent for treatment. The medical equipment they had on hand wasn't enough for what he needed though, and so he was transferred once again.

An artery was hit in his leg, he was lucky he was alive. Travis wasn't happy about being hurt, and had a lot of anger over the injury, being laid up in bed wasn't what a soldier was supposed to do. A few weeks into recovery and his time in the facility got a little bit better. You see there was this really, really, pretty nurse that came to his rescue, she became his new caretaker, and he couldn't say he wasn't happy about it. She was sweet, and paid him special attention, at least that was how it felt to him. And though he acted tough, and serious, she broke him down, and soon had him laughing and joking with her. The two became fast friends, and Travis soon looked forward to waking up, and dreaded going to sleep, because he wanted to spend as much time as he could with this dreamy nurse at his side. The prince learned what she liked and didn't like, what stories she knew, and the ones she didn't know he told her, they gossiped about other soldiers and nurses and made up stories about them for entertainment.

They were falling in love, without even realizing it. Four months into rehabilitation and he was walking again, though not fully on his own. He had a crutch, and there were still pains in his leg, pains that might never go away. Travis took walks with his nurse friend, and they spoke of anything, and everything they could think of. It wasn't until Travis was nearing the time that he might be released from his medical leave, when his brother died suddenly. They claimed that he had a heart attack, but Travis suspected that his brother was probably poisoned, and he couldn't blame whoever did it. Ethan wasn't a kind king and did whatever suited his mood. Travis was actually a little upset over his brothers death, he always had that boyish hope that the two could reconcile and one day be close.

The death that no one expected changed Travis' life forever. His brother had no yet wed, so Travis was the next in line to become king. He felt like he'd been shot in the gut, instead of the leg. He'd fallen in love, and not with someone royal, he thought that it wouldn't be a big deal, since he was in the army, but now that he was about to king, well that meant that it would be a very big deal. His advisors, his peers, the other kingdoms, would all expect for him to marry for political reasons, and not for love. So he did the only thing he could think of, he proposed to the woman that had been in his life for a year, before returning to the castle. Before being crowned king, he asked her to marry him and take on a kingdom with him, his eyes begging her to be his partner, his equal. Of course she freaked out, and looked like she might run, but eventually, she said yes. The two married right there where he had been recovering, and returned to the castle newly married.

Though the elderly advisors felt betrayed by Travis' quick thinking, and his new marriage, they accepted the couple and made Travis king. This was never in the cards for him, at least that was how the King felt, he had never expected to take the throne. That was his brothers place, and he hadn't even been trained for anything to do with ruling a kingdom. Thankfully he had a natural knack for it, plus all of his military training and education really helped when it came to peaceful negotiations. It helped as well that his wife had a kind, loving soul, she made sure that their people never suffered overly much, if they could help it. He did have to reign her back at times though, because she would have the entire kingdom living in their castle, otherwise. They began having babies right away, and both the King and Queen were kind, loving, very attentive parents. Neither one neglected any of their children, they just couldn't even bare the thought of making one left out. Travis' wife knew of his childhood, and understood his need for being there for their children. He tried to make time for all of them, even though that didn't always happen. The king was also a hard ass, and made sure that they studied, and went about learning all of their royal duties, and each child was tutored on ruling the kingdom, just in case. Their youngest though, well he was the most spoiled. Everyone loved the little guy, himself and his wife included, and considering that he might be their last, well they're cherishing every moment with him.

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