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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 22:31:37 GMT -5
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 22:31:51 GMT -5
kale's characters
name + court + color a small description
Achilles + Winter + color a sweet bean, who goes to visit the poorer fae folk and knows all of his subjects by name, but mess with his loved ones and he'll remove your head from your shoulders. very in love with his wife, and very protective of his friends and family. will make the trip to hell and back to save them if he has too. Viviane + Dawn + color a bonafide Princess™ who loves high fashion and women, but also loves her boo with her whole heart. seems like she is too 'proper' to get her hands dirty until she's holding your buddy's intestines and smirking at you in a very seductive but evil way. loves to visit the lingerie shop. Cressida + Summer + color a pan girl who melts around anyone and everyone she finds attractive. which is everyone. she's super sassy and bad ass, but she's as sweet as a cherry too. hates dresses when she's doing something active, but loves to look very pretty for dinners and balls and the like. the niece of the High Lady. Talos + Spring + color a nobleman who is very noble, man. he's a general through and through, strict and cold on even the hottest days. doesn't talk much, but knows all, because he has eyes everywhere. literally don't mess with him. he knows what you did last summer. and the one before that. Sirius + Night + color the Second of the Night Court, an Illyrian boy who wears seven stones to contain his power, and even then has issues sometimes. grew up high-born, but is a huge advocate for the female Illyrians' training and better treatment of those considered 'lower'. very primal, and a huge flirt. will flirt with anything that moves. Mateo + Autumn + color is super gay, and very 'flaming', if you catch my drift. calls everyone 'sister' and 'queen'. is the literal epitome of 'walking sass'. can fight if he has to, though, and is willing to tear some people apart in order to protect those he cares about. very into gossip and glam. Hecate + Day + color daughter of the High Lord. she's like, the sweetest person you'll ever meet. she's super shy, but she's a huge les-bean, and melts around like any girl she meets. probably the best person you know. knits scarves for everyone. somehow has a never-ending supply of wool and yarn even though she never actually buys any. Daria + 'Dusk' + color a warrior girl from birth, was kidnapped by a fae and brought to Prythian, where she was thrown into the Cauldron and became another Made High Fae. she's super manipulative and cunning, and as cold as ice. she knows how to fight very well, but she also knows how to get others to fight for her.
templates
Achilles ”You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it's nature.”
walk. "talk." think.
Viviane ”There is no force more powerful, than a woman determined to rise.”
walk. "talk." think.
Cressida ”Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal.”
walk. "talk." think.
Talos ”Throw me to the wolves, and I will return leading the pack.”
walk. "talk." think.
Sirius ”I'm not in danger. I am the danger.”
walk. "talk." think.
Mateo ”Win a no-win situation, by rewriting the rules.”
walk. "talk." think.
Hecate ”Because she competes with no one, no one can compete with her.”
walk. "talk." think.
Daria ”She remembered who she was, and the game changed.”
walk. "talk." think.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 2, 2018 22:32:36 GMT -5
lady's characters
high lady ailwen + winter + color born as a lower noblewoman, she is now very power-hungry and made her way to the top by being cunning and extremely intelligent. she looks perpetually annoyed, because she is, and is liable to snap with cold rage at any moment. loves her husband dearly, though it may not seem like it from the outside. some people think she's just using him. pan.
high lord pallas + dawn + color humorous and witty. a great high lord who loves his people and his wife, but isn't afraid to turn vicious in one second. you don't want to be on his bad side. intelligent and considerate. has,, an "appetite" for his wife shall we say. straight.
prince lysander + summer + color a massive flirt and the most eligible bachelor in the fae courts. his aunt is the high lady. he's somewhat oblivious and naive but is easily taught and likes learning. he is very powerful and is somewhat afraid of his powers. prefers hand to hand combat better. straight.
polyhymnia + spring + color the daughter of a high nobleman. engaged to the prince of spring but isn't in love with him. she wants to be free but is too obedient to do much about it. she is secretly very powerful and has been waxing her powers from a young age. she's a great actress. straight. "nia"
high lady alekto + night + color the ruthless, cruel, and sometimes savage high lady of the Hewn City. likes Velaris enough but the Hewn City is where she truly belongs. she is an excellent strategist. she loves to have flings and has no wish to be wed. can be a bit headstrong. pan.
lady tisiphone + autumn + color salty because she isn't high lady. has affairs constantly. she's always angry over something but is extremely seductive no matter what. has an extreme knack for fashion. she grooms her children constantly to take over the court. currently looking for a new romance and somewhat wants to assassinate her husband, whom she was once in love with. pan. "tis"
captain endymion + day + color an outcast since born, he was born as a very low peasant. rose through the ranks of the army and the high guard to become captain of the guard. stoic, quiet, walled off. the silent, brooding type that every female swoons over, but he doesn't want any of them. just wants/needs a good friend to take care of him who he can take care of. protective of those he loves, would lay his life down for them. a sad, angry, angsty boy. one of those winged things. gay.
pyrrhikus + dusk + color outcast of the dawn court nobility who is in love with the queen of dusk. utterly obedient to her. a snake in the grass. has a slimey personality. loves power and seeing others in pain. pan. "pyr"
ailwen ”they know what i am; let them come, if they can find the courage”
walk. "talk." think.
pallas ”rare is the soul that holds my heart”
walk. "talk." think.
lysander ”there are no bargains between lions and men”
walk. "talk." think.
polyhymnia ”tell the wolves i've come home"
walk. "talk." think.
alekto ”i will not kill you, i will break you”
walk. "talk." think.
tisiphone ”i, too, create corpses”
walk. "talk." think.
endymion ”no one made me, I made me”
walk. "talk." think.
pyrrhikus ”he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume”
walk. "talk." think.
faceclaims
ailwen pallas lysander polyhymnia alekto tisiphone endymion pyrrhikus
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 2, 2018 23:45:37 GMT -5
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 9, 2018 20:39:04 GMT -5
plots main plot daria making dusk - wip
romance plots talos & polyhymnia - wip endymion & sirius - wip tisiphone & hecate - wip
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 9, 2018 22:22:44 GMT -5
do we want any other romances? aside from like the already set ones, and then talxpoly
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 10, 2018 16:20:30 GMT -5
we definitely want more
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 18:55:04 GMT -5
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 12, 2018 19:11:49 GMT -5
idk!! maybe Sirius and Endymion?
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 19:14:43 GMT -5
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 12, 2018 19:17:14 GMT -5
our gay children
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 19:17:55 GMT -5
yesssss gay children are the best
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 19:18:53 GMT -5
ooo, maybe someone with hecate? like alekto or tis? they can 'corrupt' her xD
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 12, 2018 19:27:57 GMT -5
tisiphone bc she'll teach her cool stuff whereas her and alekto's relationship would be more... pleasure based (-:
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 19:28:53 GMT -5
lmfao why not make them poly... jkjk tisiphone works! c:
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 12, 2018 19:29:51 GMT -5
bc alekto is vengeful and jealous oops
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 12, 2018 19:31:26 GMT -5
ooo okay
anything else we need to figure out?
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 13, 2018 14:10:50 GMT -5
uhhh nothing that I can think of except where should we start?
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 23, 2018 14:50:26 GMT -5
i think i have an idea so i'm gonna save this next post for the starter i plan to write
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 23, 2018 14:51:57 GMT -5
Cressida ”Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal.”
The sky was dark. That was all she could see, in the fading light of the lowering sun. Dusk had come and as the stars showed their bright faces, the howling of wolves sent shivers crawling up and down Cressida's spine. They called to her, though how she could understand she didn't know. All she knew was that that howling made her blood freeze, and not in a bad way. It felt familiar, like a call to the dinner table in the small house where she'd spent her childhood. She hadn't always lived in the Court with her aunt.
The howling was getting closer. It prowled and stalked and crept it's way through the trees in front of Cressida like a predator stalking it's prey. And perhaps it was. Perhaps whatever was coming for her would call her home into its jaws, torn apart like the next small creature it latched on to. Whatever it was, it was coming closer. And Cressida was frozen where she stood.
When the tree line finally broke, it was not one creature that stepped out into the clearing. Tens, dozens, what felt like hundreds of the creatures crept closer to the Summer's niece, shaking out pelts of frosty ice and snarling, clouds of hot air fading into the cold of the night sky.
Wolves stood before her. Wolves made of water and ice, with teeth like icicles and a gleam in their eyes that told her they were ready for the hunt. Cressida knew that it would take one bite for her to be frozen over. She subconsciously brought her hands closer to her body. One of the wolves stepped closer to her, and bowed it's head to the ground. It growled out a greeting, in some language that made her blood sing. She could tell what it was saying, even though she'd never heard someone speak in such a language before. It told her stories, of their creation and the power than ran through their blood. It told her she was built from that power, bred and born to be a warrior. Cressida took in a shivering breath, and stood. She wasn't sure what she said, but when she said it the wolves all growled in turned, bowing their heads before turning and stalking back into the forest.
When Cressida awoke, she was lying in a bed with no blankets, though a quick look to the side showed them tossed onto the floor as though she couldn't get them off quick enough in her sleep. She couldn't remember what she'd dreamed about. All she remembered was the cold chill that had crawled up and down her spine. Whatever she'd dreamed, she knew it was important. Now if only she could figure out why.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Oct 26, 2018 22:56:42 GMT -5
endymion ”no one made me, I made me”
Endymion's wings hurt. It wasn't often that he flew over various mountain ranges, lakes, seas, bays, and massive forests all within a week. Had he been back in his youth, he would have felt absolutely fine, but nowadays he mainly stayed in Cahaya with his ward and best friend, Lady Hecate, daughter of the High Lord. When he'd first been assigned to her personal guard, he'd been nothing but a lowly Peregryn in the Day Court, respected but nearly no one. The Peregryn were loyal to the Dawn Court and, as such, Endymion was looked upon as an outsider and a traitor - even though his mother was from the Day Court herself.
In any case, he slowly gained respect from more and more faeries as Lady Hecate made it clear they were friends. The friendship had grown quickly, though there was some hesitation on Endymion's side due to not trusting a kindly female who saw him for who he was - a broken, tired, and ostracized low-fae male.
Looking towards that same female who befriended him all those years ago, Endymion let out a low sigh and raised an eyebrow. "Why, exactly, are we here? You weren't exactly vivid with the details," he said with a voice that had gone hoarse from like of use. As acting ambassador of the Day Court, Lady Hecate and a small party of her advisers had traveled to Mount Faust to parlay with the Night Court. For what reason? Endymion had no idea. All he knew was that he held no excitement at the looming threat of seeing that Illyrian bastard Sirius again.
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