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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 19:27:16 GMT -5
In this role-play, muse a is the princess/prince of a kingdom, and it can be historical or completely fictional. Every three years since the soon-turning eighteen year old princess/prince had been born, the king and queen held a masquerade ball for their greatest treasure. On their eighteenth birthday they hold another, following suit from the years past; however, this one takes an unexpected turn for muse a. When muse a walks into the ballroom, muse a is announced, and so is muse a's new engagement to the prince/princess(muse of an ally kingdom. Muse a had no idea this was coming, but they have three dances with them, then goes off and dances with other people and chats with the nobles. After about an hour, one of the knights(muse c) comes in, dressed in his masquerade, and starts to dance with them. Little does he know it's the prince/princess, because he came in late and because of their mask. He soon starts to talk about his fondness for muse a, and muse a is truly shocked because they have known each other since they were children.
muse c;; Dennis Colton, 18 years old, zero Dennis Colton is a bit rough around the edges. He bares plenty of small scars from training and just general accidents, though has one large, thin scar on his forearm from a harsh border skirmish. His hands are calloused from all the sword fighting and running around. He, of course, has a fairly good amount of muscle on him. Dennis is about an average height, maybe a bit shorter but not noticeably so. His face is what anyone would call soft, with soft, light skin, pink lips, and clean shaven. His eyes bold stand out being an pale, icy blue, which seems even brighter with his dark brown hair. He is now part of the royal guard, who guard the castle.
muse b;; Miranda Merrolf, 16 years old, zero --
muse a;; Adrastos Ferrson, 18 years old, ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 known as Adra to people extremely close to him; skilled with poisons and politics
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 19:28:09 GMT -5
zero I forgot to ask, do you want this to be historical or fantasy or...?
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Post by zero on Jan 21, 2017 19:32:34 GMT -5
I prefer fantasy.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 19:33:51 GMT -5
zero sounds good. gimme a moment for the starter, going to try to actually make it good cx
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 20:26:15 GMT -5
It had been three years since the last ball had been thrown in the High Prince's honor; three years since the High Prince had been found kissing a low-ranking lord on the terrace of his room. It almost made Adrastos nervous - almost. He wasn't one that was easily knocked to his knees, so to speak. The matter had adversely affected him when it had first occurred but now it was just a small bump in the road. It didn't quite matter to him but it did to others, so it wasn't brought up in court too much... at least not in front of him. No one would dare do such a thing in front of a man so important, so high in standing. He was the heir to throne and it was common knowledge that he didn't let any negative gossip about him or his family continue to circulate once it reached him.
No matter how much jewelry or finery the Gilded Court, the nobles of his country, wore, Adrastos wouldn't be impressed with them. He preferred simplicity over gaudiness and that was proved by his outfit choice for the ball. Instead of wearing the regal dress he was generally made to, he had picked a plain white shirt, dark green vest, black morning coat, and a gold pocket-watch. He had also kept his hair tied up, which was extremely informal of him. Even though he wasn't dressed in all the glitz and glamour, Adrastos was still showing off the colors of the royal house and his wealth.
Not all were impressed by his choice of clothing, though, and that was made apparent when he entered the ballroom and was announced. There were looks of distaste here and there, and there was his mother looking very nonplussed with him. Within a few moments of him entering, his father stood up and began to make an announcement.
"It is my pleasure to announce the joining of the Odreyan and Anosian thrones by the marriage of Adrastos to the Princess Royal Miranda Merrolf. Let us rejoice in not only the High Prince's birthday tonight, but also in his new engagement."
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Post by zero on Jan 21, 2017 21:30:08 GMT -5
Did you want me to get a picture for Miranda? )
Miranda was already in the suffocating ballroom. She was surrounded by nobles, who all giving her congratulations now. They made sure to stay a respectable distance but Miranda still felt crowed. It didn't help she had a mild case of asthma, that was using triggered by stress, or that she hadn't been to many parties. She did the best she could to smile and nod.
She smoothed her red dress when she heard the announcement. The pretty garment was the two colors of her nation, red and white. She didn't pick it out but she was fond of it. It was simple with an empire waste belt. It was tight above the belt but became flowy and loose below. there was delicate, white embroidery above the belt line. She resisted the urge to pick at the stitching. She had never met the man and had just seen his portrait. She assumed he had seen her's but god knows those things always favor the subject. She hope he wouldn't find him hideous.
Her mind switched to the small scandal a couple years ago. For the whole ride there, she had been wondering if her to-be husband solely preferred the company of men or would actually like her, a woman. Not much of a women yet, she though soulfully thinking of her odd proportions. Some parts of her were still small and her legs were too long. She tucked her brown hair behind her ear as one strand fell out of place.
She looked up in surprise as she realized the announcer was no longer talking. She started to panic. What was she suppose to do? She assumed she was suppose to walk up to him, but it could be the other way around. She looked around for help. Her mind caught up with her. Idiot! You're suppose to dance with him. She cursed her slow thinking as she started to approach the prince.
The princesses curtsied as she stepped in front of the man. "MirandaMerrolf." She said quickly, almost so it seemed like one word. She took a small sigh. "Princess Miranda Merrolf." She introduced again. She cursed that her betrothed seemed so calm and collective.
(Sorry if this is bad. I'm feeling a bit off. )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 21:32:59 GMT -5
it's fine! c: and yeah that'd be good because that link you posted was broken
let me take a shower and try to get ride of this headache x-x
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Post by zero on Jan 21, 2017 22:06:08 GMT -5
Good luck! ^^ Headaches are terrible. )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 21, 2017 23:04:44 GMT -5
Even though Adrastos was tranquil and collected on the outside, he was boiling with indignation on the inside. His engagement to the Princess Royal of their neighboring kingdom had not been something his father wanted to share apparently because Adrastos hadn't heard of it before the ball. Unwilling to make a scene like at the last ball, he reigned in his emotions and held them on a tight leash as he approached Miranda, bowing quickly as he did so.
"High Prince Adrastos," he grumbled, his low voice resonating in the space between them. Being as formal as possible, he stiffened his back and looked at his newly-engaged with nothing but indifference. "May I have this first dance, Princess Miranda?"
[ sorry it's short ]
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Post by zero on Jan 22, 2017 0:46:05 GMT -5
Miranda was glad the man wasn't showing outward dislike of her, though he wasn't showing much of anything else. She had to admit that this man was not lacking in the looks department, despite the man's lack of expressions. Without realizing, Miranda had begun to pick at her nails. However, she didn't get to worry and stress about looks for long.
Adrastos offered her a dance and she froze. Her hands dropped. She hesitated despite the fact she would surly have to accept it. While not acquainted with the man in the least, she guessed he didn't really want to dance. By how tense he was, she wasn't even sure if he would be able to. At least they would only have to dance a couple time through the night. Anything else and Miranda might be out of breath. She felt both thankful and cursed by her condition. "Of course, sire." She replied in a smooth tone. She managed to keep her nervousness out of her tone due to the small plan she had created in her head. For the country, she reminded herself.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 23, 2017 21:05:19 GMT -5
Adrastos frowned inwardly as his newly betrothed called him 'sire.' She would have to receive lessons from the royal tutors on proper court etiquette. He knew their were differences between the traditions of the two countries but he didn't know they were so different - in Odreya, 'sire' was usually said by servants. Nobles had much more ornate ways of talking and it was one of the signifying differences of the classes. Without showing any outward displeasure, Adrastos gently took Miranda's hand and lead her to the center of the dance floor.
Despite how he appeared, Adrastos was a great dancer. Dancing lessons had began when he was just five years old by the order of his very strict mother. When the orchestra struck up a waltz, the High Prince quickly stepped into form and bowed again to the Princess Royal, signifying the beginning of their dance. When they stepped close to each other again, he deigned it time to actually speak to her.
"After this night you will have to wear clothes befitting a High Princess of the Gilded Court, meaning that you will not be able to wear your country's colors for the most part. A shame, truly," he said in a bit of a soporific voice.
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Post by zero on Jan 25, 2017 17:20:30 GMT -5
I'm sorry. I have lost interest in this plot. It's not because of you. Your posts are impressive and your character is very well thought-out. I just can't seem to come up with a post and honestly, most of the time, I don't have the energy. I'm sorry for leaving so soon. x.x I hope you understand. )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Jan 25, 2017 17:21:19 GMT -5
I'm sorry. I have lost interest in this plot. It's not because of you. Your posts are impressive and your character is very well thought-out. I just can't seem to come up with a post and honestly, most of the time, I don't have the energy. I'm sorry for leaving so soon. x.x I hope you understand. ) it's quite alright! thank you for letting me know c:
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