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[I see you're having difficulty with the image thingy. I can help out!

On top of the comment box, in the right, you'll see a link called 'some HTML is ok' press it.

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select and delete all the characters between the first " " and paste your link there. where it's asked width and height, remove the numbers given and fill them to your choice.

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THANK YOU!!! That's absolutely amazing!

(view spoiler)[𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: Charm - - - - - - - - - - - - - Delightful
𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: Zerenity - - - - - - - - - - -Serene, calm
𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: Devia - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Goddess

Caste: 4
Province: Sota

𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
𝙰𝚐𝚎: 17
𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: March 25
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: Female


𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:


𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜/𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜/𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜: A scar along her arm from her elbow to her wrist

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 5' 2"

𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 115


ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
Pretty in her simplicity, Charm has light tawny-brown hair that flows to just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes can appear golden in the sunlight and chocolate brown in the dark.

𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜:
Archery
Dancing
Singing(though she only sings when she thinks no one can hear, believing she is bad(she's right))
Reading
Studying

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜:
Flowers just before they bloom
The smell before a storm
Lightning
Trees in autumn
Hoarding books
Pretending that magical things are real
Talking to herself
Books that rip her heart into a million pieces
Fairy tales

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜:
Boys who strut
Mud
People who gossip
Villians
People who sniff books
Needlepoint
Unreadable handwriting
Blood
Seeing others in pain
Occasionally her family...

𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜:
Blood
Deep water

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜:
Archery
Imagination
Brave when needed(the scar, remember the scar)

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜:
Her sister
Imagination(it is both a blessing and a curse)
Prince(the cat)
Books that make her squeal with delight


𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪
𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: Lisa Tamara Aram-Devia
Lisa loves her family like fire, but also hurts them with her sharp tongue.

𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: Peter John Devia
Peter demands much of his family, just as he demands much of himself.

𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: Chivalry Forest Devia
Chivalry is fifteen, and a little charmer. He goes on dates regularly, much to Charm's disgust. But he is also understanding, and often listens to people rant. The old man next door could complain to Chivalry and that would be where it ends; Chivalry would tell no one.

𝚂𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛: Grace Imogen Devia
Grace is Charm's younger twin and best friend. The tomboy out of the two, Grace is always climbing trees and swimming. A skilled archer, Grace earns money from an archery competition once each year and gives half of the reward money to her family.

𝙿𝚎𝚝 (𝚜): Prince
Prince is a long furred pure black cat. Slightly smaller than average, he is the apple of Charm's eye. It is not uncommon for it to be joked that Charm has no interest in boys because of Prince.


𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤
𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: Red

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕(𝚜):
Snakes
Cats

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜:
Library
Garden
Home
The outer edge of the woods

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐:
Lost Boy - Ruth B.

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍:
Pomegranate seeds


𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢:
Charm was born just before her twin Grace, and more is expected of her. Over the years, she slowly realized this. When she was expected to keep a good standing in school while Grace barely trudged through, when she was to brush her hair and wash every day while Grace barely brushed her hair twice a week, when she had to hone her sewing abilities while Grace practiced throwing daggers.

Lisa and Peter asked both girls to sign up for the Selection, and Charm, in an effort to gain approval, did. Even though Charm is very nearly aromatic, with only one crush in her life, she wants to make her family proud, even if that means trying to win the heart of a prince she's never met.

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: Single, with no plans of dating or marriage, unless it is to the prince.

𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎: Smooth, but deep for a girl.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛:
The Scar- not a spoiler, but kinda long so I put it in a spoiler to make it a bit cleaner
(view spoiler)[As I stood just on the edge of the woods, Grace fired two more arrows into the tree thirty feet away.
"Bullseye and bullseye!" Grace cheered. "I'm getting fourteen out of fifteen now!"
I crossed her arms. "Great, my turn Miss High-and-Mighty. Share."
Grace pouted. "Just a few more shots?"
"No. You've had all day to practice."

Grace stuck out her lip.
"Fine." She chucked the bow at me, and I barely caught it with my fingertips. I pursed my lips. Grace dashed over to the tree and yanked an arrow out. When she pulled out the second, the arrow head fell to the ground.
"Aw shoot." I could hear her whisper. Grace bent down, but then she gazed into the woods. I peered in the same direction. Just trees.
"What is it?" I called.
Grace yanked her head back to me. "Um, nothing. I just thought I saw a squirrel. Can I have the bow?"
I walked over and handed it to Grace. The bow was handmade and expensive, but old. The string had frayed twice in the past month. We would need a new one soon. Grace handed me the arrow head.
She cocked an arrow. That was unusual. Usually she would wait until she was in the woods so as not to have to hold the position for too long.
"Stay here." She instructed me.
"Uh, okaaay." I said, now uncertain. Grace never told me to stay out of the woods. I would never go in in this white dress mother had forced me into. I prefer things that don't stain.

Slowly, Grace crept into the woods. She soon disappeared among the trees and shrubs. I waited for the sound of an arrow hitting something solid, but it didn't come. Maybe the squirrel got away.
"Grace?" I called. Silence. Well, maybe she was honing in on the rodent. But still.

I wandered into the woods.
"Grace?" I tried again. Rustling came from a nearby tree. I rolled my eyes. Grace was so easily sidetracked.
"Come down here." I said. "Don't tell me you went up there to fetch the squirrel."
More rustling. And then... a growl. I felt my body go rigid with fear. A wildcat. It was creeping out onto a limb now, it's eyes narrowed, blood dripping from it's mouth. I backed up slowly.

At that moment, Grace came charging into the clearing with the bow slung over her shoulder and a squirrel and arrow in her hand.
"Sorry I didn't answer, I was" The wildcat pounced.
"Grace!" I screamed. The wildcat had dug it's claws into her back and was salivating over her matted hair.
I glared at that cat. "Get. Away." I looked around for a weapon, but there was nothing. All I had was the arrow head. I held it in my finders, knowing full well it would only stall our deaths. I lunged at the wildcat and scraped at it's eyes with the arrowhead. It roared in anger and slashed at me. I lunged away, but was too slow. I felt the claws tear into my skin painfully, could feel the blood rushing out. I was injured, yes. But I was mad. Anger has it's own sort of magic. Grace was sitting up slowly, but I could see her back was stained with blood.

The wildcat was ravaging. It was squinting with bloody eyes, but honed in on me. I reached for the arrow that had been used to kill the squirrel. As the wildcat came lunging at me, I held the arrow steady, aiming for the throat. The wildcat landed on the arrow, and I felt warm blood gush from the creature. It yowled in pain and scratched at the arrow, firmly lodged in it's throat, before scampering into the trees.

Grace and I limped back home that day. The walk wasn't far, but we were exhausted after the ordeal. The both of us were covered in crimson blood. When we stumbled into our house that day, all we heard was screaming. Mama was horrified. Chivalry was sent to get sponges and water.

The doctor visited and we were both soon wrapped up with gauze. Several months later, Grace had the scars of claw marks up and down her back while I gained a long line from a single claw along my arm. From my elbow to my wrist. The kids in school though we were heroes. If fear makes one a hero, then I suppose they were right. (hide spoiler)] (hide spoiler)]

Charm entered her room to find her trunk inside the door. That was fast, she thought as she closed the door. She did not notice it caught on her dress and was left ajar.

Charm grabbed onto the cherry wood chest and hefted it. Stumbling clumsily, she went through the door she assumed to lead to her bed.

She dropped the chest to the right of the door, where her dresser sat. The room was so bright it hurt her eyes. Squinting, Charm began to unpack, carefully placing her book atop her dresser. She lifted a small brown box delicately, peeked inside, and heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're okay." She whispered as she pulled out an intricate music box.


She lifted the lid as though she was afraid it would break at any moment. Inside, a small boy dressed in green was posed as though flying, with an even tinier fairy perched at his shoulder.

The tinkling tune of Lost Boy began to play. Charm closed her eyes and let the thoughts of home sweep back. Her mother at the piano, Grace and Chivalry singing, father nodding along in his big chair by the woodstove.

((Someone can RP if they want, otherwise I will just have Charm continue doing her thing))

[Of course! Glad I could help😊]

((It's up to you! If you don't want to RP I'll just let Charm explore.😊))

((I am.
Wow this is so polite.
You wanna RP?
No, do you wanna RP?
Only if you do.
🤣
Hey, it's good practice for the Selection!))

Charm set the music box down and turned around, actually taking in her room. It was then she noticed the bookshelf to the far right, behind the door. Charm squealed loudly and rushed over to the shelf. She grazed the titles of the hundreds of books with her finger, reading every one, soaking in the texture of gold embossed wording. Closing her eyes, Charm twirled in a circle, then stopped, her hand resting over a random book. Opening her eyes, Charm saw it was a book with a dragon embossed into the spine, smoke drifting from it's nostrils. World of Silence was pressed neatly into the smoke.

Gripping the book, Charm tugged it from it's placed. She plopped on the floor and spread it open. Before long, she was engrossed in the world of a deaf boy who is rescued by a fireless dragoness.

((Wherever you would like!))

((Sure!))

((I'll do that, but I'm going to finish up here first))

Charm sighed as she set down her finished book. She stood, placed it back on the shelf, and reached for another random book. There were no words along the spine, just a golden embossed key. Charm tried to slid the book out, but it was stuck, squeezed between books on either side. She pulled at it gently, expecting it to slide out, but it only side forward an inch. A gentle click, and a small part of the bookshelf slide in, revealing a door. Charm gasped, her heart raced. Charm glanced around.
What will it hurt, she though, if I just peek?
So Charm pushed her bedroom door closed and then stepped into the mysterious doorway.

Inside, there were narrow stairs and passageways zigzagging every which way.
I must be inside the walls. Charm though as she squeezed through the door. She did not notice that her dress had caught the door, however, and when she stepped forward the material tugged the door closed.
Charm spun around, her heart racing, her eyes wide. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.
After she had calmed, Charm discovered that her dress was firmly caught in the door. She grasped the folds of material and yanked, ripping it. Charm spun away, suddenly excited with her new circumstances.
"Okay," she whispered to herself, "I just have to find another door."
Tiptoeing through the passage, she discovered she could hear much. She recognized the voice of Prince Ben and Duchess Ruby as she walked past what she assumed what was their suite. She scurried quickly away from that, blushing fiercely and hoping she wouldn't catch their conversation.

Charm followed a staircase, trying not to to trip in the dark. At the last step, her slipper caught the stair. She lurched forward, spreading her arms, reaching for something, anything that could save her from an mortifying discovery. She fell against a door, pushing it open. Charm blinked in the light of the entrance hall, a grand place she had seen once already today.

Charm stepped away from the portrait door and walked back up the stairs. Within ten minutes, she had found the door to her room back. Charm fingered the edge, but could find no button.
I just fell into the portrait, Charm pondered, maybe I just have to put pressure on the door?

Charm leaned in and the bookcase door swung open. Charm quickly stepped into her room and closed the passageway.

Charm jumped as her maid entered. She kept her head low.
"Why are you here?" Charm asked.
"It's time to put on your dress, milady."
"Oh, okay." Charm said. "Um, where is my dress?"
The maid walked to a door next to the dresser. Charm hadn't noticed it before. The maid swung the door wide and the ruffles of dresses were exposed. Smooth folds and extravagant poufs were revealed. Charm gasped and rushed to the closet.
Mother would faint! Charm thought with glee.
She went to brush her hands over the fine materials, but her maid reached and grasped her wrist.
"Tut, tut, tut," the maid said with a slight grin. "Wash first."

Charm dashed to the bathroom showered as quickly as she could. Her maid waited and, once Charm had finished, helped blow her hair dry.

They walked into the room together. Charm brushed her now clean hands across a red dress.
"This one." She breathed with excitement. The maid, whom she now knew to be Selene, helped her into the beautiful dress.

Charm, now in a clean dress, wandered out of her room. Dinner would be later tonight, but for now it would be nice to explore with less secrecy.

Charm opened the door and walked in, slamming it behind her with her foot. She let the struggling cat down. "Naughty Prince!" Charm scolded. "You can't go wherever you want, not around the palace and certainly not in the ballroom!"
Prince spent two seconds looking ashamed and then waltzed off to play with the drapes.

Charm sighed and shook her head. "Behave for me, okay? I'm actually enjoying myself here." She smiled slightly. "I'll see you later, Prince." Prince ignored her.

Charm left, careful to close the door tight behind her.

((XD))

((I have lots of cats. This is literally my life.))

Charm entered her room, exhausted. She walked to the bedroom to find Prince sleeping on her pillow. Charm reached behind her in an attempt to loosen her dress and coreset. "Argh!" She wretch at the laces until she finally pulled the right one. The dress expanded and she sighed.

Charm walked over to the string that would call Selene and tugged at it.

She walked to her bed and plopped down. Moving her skirt aside Charm plunked her leg across her knee and wretch the heel off.

Selene entered the room quickly. She cast her eyes around the Livingroom, but Lady Charm wasn't there. Selene walked briskly to the bedroom, knowing her Lady would be there. However, she wasn't expecting to see Lady Charm trying to yank off her shoe with the anger of a hydra.

"My Lady!" Selene said a bit too loudly as she rushed over. "You have no need to remove your own shoes." She bent down before Charm and gently undid the clasp.

She motioned for Lady Charm to turn around and Selene helped her out of the beautiful dress. Lady Charm plopped onto her bed, in her undergarments, when Selene went to look for a nightgown.

Seeing Lady Charm's exhaustion, Selene found the softest nightgown and left quickly.

Charm sighed when Selene left. She buried into the covers and snuggled up to Prince. As she drifted to sleep, she thought about exploring the passages the next day. A ball of string, she thought, and a dagger.

Charm awoke to Selene sitting in the corner. She looked deep in thought as she held several papers in her hand. She gazed intently at one, and then the next.
"What are you doing?" Charm whispered. Selene still jumped.
"Only looking at dresses for the ball, My lady." Charm sat up. "For you?" She asked eagerly. Selene struck her as an Ice Queen or Enchantress and she was eager to offer suggestions.
"Oh no, my lady. For you. The seamstress asked me to help you pick one and adjust it to your liking."
"Oh." Charm reached for them. "Pity, you'd be lovely as something magical."

Each dress had a name.

Moon Goddess:


Joan of Arc


Swan Maiden

Charm wrinkled her nose.
"Are the dresses not to my lady's pleasing?" Selene asked.
"No..." Charm said. "but don't we get to choose what to wear?"
"I suppose so."
Charm glanced at Selene. "Can you draw?"
"A bit."
"Perfect." Charm jumped out of bed and fetched a pencil and paper from her desk. "I want to have less... annoying costume. Maybe..." She snapped her fingers. "Robin Hood! Grace will love that." Selene took the paper from Charm and began to sketch.



Details emerged and Charm's jaw dropped open. "A little?" She said sarcastically. A smile teased the corners of Selene's lips. "Is my lady pleased?"
"Of course!" Charm exclaimed. "I want that with leather boots. Can you tell the seamstress that?" Selene nodded. "Perfect!" Charm jumped and clapped her hands eagerly. "Grace will love it too! I can't wait to wear it!"