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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 24, 2024 20:00:17 GMT -5
Toshitaka RyuenToshitaka Ryuen is a shrewd and ruthless emperor who cares solely for the bottom line, doing whatever it takes to remain in control and maintain the prestige of his kingdom. He and his wife wield equal power, showing love and respect solely to each other and their last remaining son. In public they are regal and utterly unflappable, with a clear tendency to think more than they speak. In so doing, their every word carries immense weight. In private both are possessed of a playful nature. They delight in teasing those that they are close to (often going too far in the name of a joke) and like to heckle Tsuruya about giving them grandchildren. Tsuruchiyo is outwardly gracious and personable, drawing attention to herself while her husband devises schemes in her shadow. Toshitaka is more reserved than his wife, playing at the doting husband beholden to her whims so that their court is under the illusion that he is less of a threat. He married into the royal family after all, and it's expected that his wife wields all of the power. His being in love with her is not a front, however. The pair know each other so well that they often finish each other's sentences. ( No FC for Tsuruchiyo because I know I'm not going to find anything suitable ^^" ) --- Tsuruya's Honor Guard/Dirge Vivace: Donten Inutsuka - Samurai. Doesn't have noble blood but he and his family are placed in an elevated position as a member of Tsu's honor guard. Wears a black dog mask. Tayuya Masuko - Steward & Samurai. Hails from a noble house. Wears a weasel mask. Tsuzumi Yarabi - Shinobi and Courtesan. An orphaned peasant who earned her position after her assassination attempt on Tsu failed. Wears a rabbit mask with pink accents. Izdubar Mehr - Warrior. A blueblood refugee from another continent who befriended Tsu. Wears a bear mask. Mûrier Morant - Dragon Rider & Chevalier. From a foreign noble house who have allied with Amigara. His family trades in and trains dragons. Wears a raven mask. --- Kirari's Retainers: Mitsunari Inui - Shinobi. From a secretive noble Clan of shinobi that serve the Takanashi shoguns. Wears a white dog mask. Madara Joshi - Kshatriya Warrior. From a foreign noble warrior family that have allied with Amigara. Wears a snake mask. Amadeus Pavoni - Cavaliere. From a foreign noble family who allied with Amigara. Wears a peacock mask. Heliacal Ilves - Knight. From a foreign noble family who allied with Amigara. Wears a lynx mask. Mamoru Usada - Sōhei (Warrior Monk). Orphaned peasant who serves the Hoshina as a way to atone for past sins. Wears a rabbit mask with red accents.
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 24, 2024 20:07:49 GMT -5
Putting them up so you can fill out the Noble House/Knight portion of the front page a little!
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 24, 2024 20:28:31 GMT -5
check and see if i did that right (: )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 24, 2024 20:45:52 GMT -5
Sorry, I should have organized them better!
Nobles: Tayuya, Mûrier, Mitsunari, Madara, Amadeus, Heliacal
Samurai: Donten, Tsuzumi, Mamoru, Izdubar
You're only considered a noble if you have political power. Some of their retainers have the high rank of samurai, but they're not exactly welcome in court.
I also added more to Toshitaka's info so that Tsuruchiyo is included a bit more! ^^
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 24, 2024 23:08:09 GMT -5
I believed i fixed it correctly, if not just let me know and ill change it again (: also the Snow kingdoms queen  ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 24, 2024 23:35:50 GMT -5
Also which of your occs is a chosen 3? )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 25, 2024 0:40:26 GMT -5
( Yep, everything looks great! ^^
I'm not sure what you mean? Are you asking which of my characters is the Chosen One? That'd be Kirari! )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 25, 2024 0:49:44 GMT -5
Yes! I was just making sure ! I was gonna add a little section somewhere at some point that says who the chosen 3 are ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 25, 2024 1:02:57 GMT -5
( also as long as the kinks gets worked out we can start role playing whenever ) |
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 25, 2024 1:20:15 GMT -5
( Okay, sounds great! Are we going to start with a summit between the three kingdoms? Or with the competition to determine who the Chosen Ones are? )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 26, 2024 18:48:36 GMT -5
( hmmmmmm … let’s start off with the three have just been found ? )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 26, 2024 22:25:47 GMT -5
( Found by who? Their respective kingdoms? Or during the competition? )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 27, 2024 8:18:24 GMT -5
( yes each year the kingdom hold the tournament in search of the 3. Let’s starry at where they have been found and are doing the final test to get the weapons )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 27, 2024 8:19:16 GMT -5
And then from there the 3 can meet up and visit each kingdom. Kinda like a “get to know me” thing. )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 28, 2024 18:49:04 GMT -5
( bump )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 29, 2024 5:51:35 GMT -5
( I'm not sure how to start! Maybe you can set the scene? )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 29, 2024 18:50:37 GMT -5
( i got you *cracks knuckles* )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 29, 2024 21:05:20 GMT -5
.·:*¨ ♚ ¨*:·. Maylin Sownlace .·:*¨ 🌣 ¨*:·.
Princess of the Kingdom of the Sun Saying it's hot would be an understatement to the midsummer sweltering heat of the Kingdom of the Sun. But in the depths of the great castle it was slightly cooler, the thick stone holding in whatever coolness it could. Maylin dabbed at the sweat beading on her browline, after the last round of the annual tournament she had definitely worked up a sweat. This tournament had been held every year in hopes of producing one of the chosen three of an ancient prophecy. Her father, the king, had forbidden her from participating but Maylin had snuck her way into it and once you're in there's no getting out of it. You either survive it or die from it. Only recently females began to be allowed to participate in the tournament, it was once believed that the chosen three would be men because of the lesser views of females. But the kingdoms had become desperate as the Blood Kings reign of terror began to spread and conquer kingdoms in his wake.Maylin rocked from her heels to her toes in anticipation at the last and final part of the tournament, the First Kings Tomb. The last standing competitors will come forth and place a hand on the tomb. What lays inside it a weapon, a magical weapon. It is said that these weapons will be needed to bring down the Blood King once the time has come. It is only rumored what the weapons are, but there's only one way to find out right? Inner lacing her fingers as she rocked, Maylin eyes the last 4 standing with her. A girl with a long jagged scar across her face, a boy who looked to only be just 10 and 4, and a huge burly man with a thick red beard that came to his mid chest. Finally, the guards standing in front of the doors to the tomb opened them, “You may proceed.” With no hesitation Maylin began to walk inside. Her father had taken her here before, at the age of 10 and 8 he shared the prophecy that the first healer of the land of Norwezreic. And after that day an itch she couldn't scratch began to bug her so, following her gut, she began training for this day. “Come forth,” her father bellowed , she looked at him and his face was like stone. But she knew him all too well, he was angry but also worried. Angry and worried she was standing there. His heir , risking her life for an itch? He saw her as foolish. “You will each place your hand upon the stone and give your name to the First King of the Kingdom of the Sun. If you’re the Chosen it will open, if not you will be escorted back to the city,” he said as his eyes raked the small group before him but never meeting hers. “You,” he pointed to the boy who seemed to shrink under his finger,” come forth boy and place your hand.” The boy visibly gulped and then after a few moments, he inched toward the massive slab of rock that housed the First King. His hand was trembling as he reached to place his hands , his eyes squinted shut and head slightly turned as his hand came down onto the stone,” Barlin Riverside.”. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked to the tomb. It was still sealed. Everyone could see the boy relax, his shoulders coming down into a shag of relief. “Move out of the way child!” Roared the bearded man and he stomped forward , slapping his hand on the tomb,” Gorg Barnhish!” A few moments passed… and then nothing. The man grunted and started grumbling as he walked away, a knight swiftly coming behind him to escort him out. Her father looked between her and the girl with the scar but before he could say anything, Maylin stepped toward the tomb. She quickly placed her hand upon it ,” Maylin Sownlace!” Her vision became black, her ears ringing and the air sucked from her lungs and then the sensation of falling. Maylin tried to scream but with no air in her lungs, her mouth gaped in a silent cry. Pictures flashed before her on a fast loop of a baby being born, a boy losing his parents, a dark twisted entity touching the shoulder of the boy. The boy now coming into manhood dabbling with what looked to be potions, the boy now a man holding a book , the man searching, the man finding it, the man transforming into a pale creature The Blood King, Maylin was seeing the life of the Blood King. And then war. Chaos. Blood. Children being ripped apart by more pale creatures. The sound of crows cawing as they festied on the remains of people.And then pure blinding white light and a shadow coming towards her , and then another and then another. Three dragons descending from the light right down on her. Fear gripped her as flames ripped from the dragon's throats. ‘Only the blaze… only the three… only the blaze.. Only the three,’ a hoarse whisper echoed in her ears. And then it was gone. Maylin blinked rapidly as she came too from the vision. She realized a knight had caught her and was keeping her upright and on her feet. Gasping , she tried to replenish her deprived lungs feeling as though she had been kicked right in the chest. In a still slightly disoriented state she looked to the tomb, it had opened. Its seal cracked and the lid slightly ajar. Maylin pushed off the knight and with all her strength shoved the tomb lid more open. The smell of old steel air wafted into her face and she peered down to see a skeleton , a golden crown adorning its head, his clothes covered in dust with holes and falling apart. Two golden swords laid across its chest. The handles of them were gold and its short but sharp blades were silver. The crown of the hilt almost looked like a dragon like the way it was shaped with wings on either side and a middle piece that ran up onto the silver. Reaching inside, she gripped both swords and picked them up, her hand perfectly forming around the handles as though they were made for her. Picking them up she tested their weight hands, they felt perfect. Maylin looked toward her father and his entourage , their faces either amazed or horrified. She was one of the Three, she was a Chosen.
A few days later, Maylin was pacing the balcony of her room, there was a light breeze that caused the curtains that framed the doors to swish gracefully. Today was the day the other Chosen would come together to meet each other. The other two out of the three Chosen had been found during the same tournament as her. The wait was causing Maylin to grow restless, she had woken early and her maids had dressed, groomed and pampered her in preparation for the meeting. She had been adorned in a flowing, shiny white dress that was see through in some places but here in the Kingdom of the Sun it was common for women to be dressed in less clothing than the normal of other kingdoms due to the constant heat. Golden anklets garnished her feet that made a tinkle sound as she moved. Her hair on the crown of her hair was pulled back into two braids that meet together at the back to keep her hair out of her face as the rest of her hair splayed out in waves around her. An elegant golden crown rested on the head that the two center opal jewels rested right above her eyebrows and then one between them. She was on her thirtieth lap when the trumpets sounded. One of them has arrived. She gathered the front of her long flowing dress and quickly made her way to the grand hall to greet them.
( outfit inspo )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 30, 2024 19:59:01 GMT -5
( The dragon forms will come later- working on my starter and wondering if you think Maylin and Tsuru would be familiar with each other as royals from neighboring countries?)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 30, 2024 21:03:41 GMT -5
( hmmm let’s say that as children they have met a few times when their fathers have visited each other kingdoms ? )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Aug 30, 2024 21:09:49 GMT -5
( Okay! )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Aug 31, 2024 16:29:25 GMT -5
( bump )
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Post by polarized on Sept 1, 2024 4:05:25 GMT -5
( Hey guys! Saw that it is open, can i join? sorry if not, and if yes; what can i join as? ^^ )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 1, 2024 11:58:31 GMT -5
( Absolutely! We'd love to have ya ! polarized You can join as a royal, a knight, anyone of a high house ( can also create your own high house in a kingdom ) refugee of a kingdom that the Blood King has conquered (of any statues) or common folk. If you have a role idea please feel free to throw that idea my way. Any statue can be a dragon rider as well! ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 1, 2024 12:58:22 GMT -5
( I also added a list to the front page ! ) |
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Post by polarized on Sept 1, 2024 15:56:52 GMT -5
Name: Corivena Aldermane
Nickname/ Titles: Cori, Fern, The Tainted Spear
Kingdom: Elven-Forest Kingdom
Race: Silvan Elf/Wood Elf
Rank/Job: Heir to the Elven Throne, The Princess. When her kingdom was attacked and conquered, she was the only to remain of her people. Now a Refugee fighting for a home.
Age: 23
Ability: Very, very simple forest/earthy magic, can grow flowers and vines and stuff but that’s about it. Even when she does so, it tires her out so she doesn’t do it much. She much prefers using her hand-made spear made by her father against her enemies. But in desperate situations, she would use her magic to protect herself or others.
Description: Cori is your average wood-elf. She is 5’9 usually wearing old, elven blue clothing with a light robe looking scarf that reaches from her shoulder to the top of her leg and tied around her waist. She carries a long, wooden spear that has a wide metal tip that has been scarred from battle. There is a rope tied around the top, a small bracelet her father had gifted her in her young age. It now rings the spear, reminding her of what she is fighting for. She has long, braided ginger hair and light gray eyes. She has gray tattoos showing her elven culture that reach from her face all over her body to her feet. It is symbolic markings that her people carried and earned through generations. She has a leather bandage tied on her left arm. She is muscled and strong, despite her usual elven looks. Her ears are double-pierced with golden rings she got from her mother at a young age. Her face is young and beautiful, freckled with darker spots under her eyes. She is well tuned to the earth, and is at home in the trees.
Backstory: Cori was born into her elven kingdom, hiden in the darkest trees on the other side of Norwezreic, shouldered by the Sun Kingdom. Life was peaceful, and the wood-elves lived in peace. Cori was destined to be one of greatness, soon to be taking the position of leader of her tribe, she was given large amount of training to fully understand her abilities and strength. It all changed when the Blood King attacked. Her Tribe was destroyed, it was devastating. Her kin died in front of her torn to shreds by the Blood King, and yet, she climbed on her dragon when her father had told her to leave. She barely made it out that day, becoming a refugee. She now fights for her life and food, doing anything she can to get what she wants. She has never been the same since the fateful day, and made an oath to her father that she will make the Blood King pay for what he had done. Even if she dies in the process.
Personality: Cori comes off as quiet, fierce and arrogant. And well, she is. She hasn’t talked much since she escaped the clutches of the Blood King and when she does it usually isn’t anything heart-felt. She sees herself as alone, and doesn’t accept help from others easily. She doesn’t trust well and makes snarky and mean comments to others. However, once you get past her arrogant and fierce personality, she is strictly loyal and follows anyone who manages to win her trust. She protects anyone, and with her immense battle skills and abilities, her loyalty makes her a formidable opponent.
Extra information: Dragon rider. Her ride is a Caraxes Dragon, with a long neck and shadows her in its loyalty. She earned his trust and they are almost linked together at this point, and they can tell what eachother is thinking.
WIP BELOW
Name: ( first and last )
Nickname/ Titles:
Kingdom:( added Nobel House if Highborn/Lowborn )
Race:
Rank/Job:
Age:
Looks and personality description: ( images accepted for looks )
Extra information: ( if a dragon rider please put here with dragons name )
Cori’s Dragon
Name: Shear
Nickname/ Titles: The Ruthless Destroyer, The Poisonous Wyrm
Size: Shear is a massive dragon, the size of a Caraxes, with a long, spiky neck and immense strength.
Ability: He can breathe poisonous spores that can paralyze or make the opponent have harsh illusions. He can also control sharp tendrils and vines to animate against his opponents.
Looks: Looks like a Caraxes, but is dark green and camouflages with the dark forest Cori had came from. His scales are an ivy color, with lighter green spots speckling his back body. His tail is spiky and used as a weapon from behind. He has only two tall hind legs. These Dragons were found in the Forest Kingdom before its destruction, which is where Cori had found him.
personality: Shear is the exact replica of Cori, he is loyal and fierce. He protects Cori with all of his strength, and the two know they would do the same for eachother. They are closely bonded, with Cori not needing to tell him what to do, since they know what eachother are thinking. He is older than the average dragon, but this doesn’t drag him down in speed or strength. He is wise in his decisions.
Extra Information: Corivena is his rider.
MotherofSolace is it okay if I claim Fraymen of the Sun Kingdom? And is it okay if he is like quite younger than the rest, maybe 17-18? If not, I am happy to redo! ^^
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 1, 2024 16:30:54 GMT -5
(omg i love her already !! )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 1, 2024 16:36:52 GMT -5
( I added your Kingdom to the front. If you would like to give a description you can but you don't have to since it is currently under the control of the Blood King. Which Kingdom is Cori seeking shelter at ?)
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Post by polarized on Sept 1, 2024 16:40:11 GMT -5
( I added your Kingdom to the front. If you would like to give a description you can but you don't have to since it is currently under the control of the Blood King. Which Kingdom is Cori seeking shelter at ?) Sun if thats okay! Since it already borders their kingdom. And can i claim the prince of the sun kingdom if he isnt taken already?)) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 1, 2024 16:41:29 GMT -5
(Oh snap i just saw that you asked about Fraymen! Yes you can claim him just know there is tension because the Queen is pushing for him to be the heir even tho Maylin was the Kings first born (Like HOTD xD ) )
( Also made google docs for your characters. They are editor mode so if you can add stuff to them. If you arent on a computer i can do it for ya (: )
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