forum Five Half-Princes and Their Quest for A Kingdom

Started January 24, 2019 by @Bandito

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(Pine is low key my favorite right now. You’re chosen powers for him are super creative, and I have a feeling he’ll have a big impact on the storyline.

((im so zazzed for this heck yeah

(Let's go!!)

"Saruo will help you prepare," King Delvin said, brows tightly knit together. "You may take food, simple clothing, transportation, and five thousand crowns with you. Best of luck, sons." With that he turned away and gestured at the door shortly.

Victor was still reeling. He could not quite believe what his father had just done to him. Leave the palace. Leave the palace. But…he shook his head slowly as he left the room and walked down the long staircase to Saruo, his father's top servant.

Pine tried harder to control his breathing. He was not sure what he was going to do, exactly, but it would be something. He would not let himself be killed by humans, beside humans, or with humans. He would also not be cast out like a piece of garbage, even if that was what everyone saw him as now. He licked his lips once, then turned and stalked quickly out of the room and down the stairs. "I want all of my clothes and enough food for a month packed in a light cart," he said softly but coldly to Saruo. "I want two thousand crowns wrapped in my clothes and three thousand in a bag, near me at all times. May we bring servants?"
"You may bring one, to help with transportation," Saruo replied stonily. "After you have arrived at your chosen destination and unloaded, the servant must return to the palace." He commanded the nearby servants to do what Pine had said.

Victor clenched and unclenched his fists, paying no attention to Pine. When Saruo turned to him as Pine slunk down the hall toward Victor's personal quarters, he said one thing: "What Pine said." His face darkened gradually until his features were twisted. He didn't bother to speak more to Saruo, instead swiveling to go outside.

((when will the brides be introduced, because i might have to go for a bit soon to visit my mom in the hospital

((oh, yeah, her surgery went well! and it turns out i'll be going around 6/7 pm pst, so we're good
Catori smiled at the vendor as she payed for the loaf of bread, brushing her hair out of her face.

Damian lingered behind his brothers striding off towards his quarters before meeting with Saruo. He was rather annoyed at being booted out of the castle. However, the prospects of taking over a small kingdom were a golden opportunity. He knew he was the only one fit the rule. Now was the time to prove it.

He swung open his door, ignoring Jasper-his personal servant- who scurried into the room behind him. “My Lord, certainly you’ve heard—“ Damian didn’t let the boy finish, his icy glare freezing him mid sentence.

“You will be coming with me. Gather what little you have soon for departure after I dismiss you. You will be taking my supply list to Saruo.” He ordered, each command terse and precise in nature. He sat down in front of his desk, his green cloak flaring out behind him.

Saruo,

Have my requirements ready as soon as possible. I wish to take my leave quickly.

-Royal armor
-Battle armor
-Twelve days worth of casual wear
-Another twelve of formal
-Quintus (Do assure he has both his riding and battle saddles)
-The allotted crowns given by my father in a locked chest
-My most expensive jewelry in a satchel disguised as a waterskin
-A map of the land I am given
-Any information you contain of the brides
-Jasper will be coming with me. Make food and water adjustments as necessary for our journey

Sincerely,
Prince Damian

“Go.” Damian rolled up the parchment, handing it to Jasper. “Say farewell to your family directly after. We leave as soon as possible.” He stated bluntly, shooing Jasper out the door and moving towards his window to look out on his home again before he left it.

Saruo knocked on the door after reading the letter. He opened it without waiting for an answer and said to Damian, "Prince Damian, three things on you list may not be brought to you. These are, your battle armor, your jewelry, and any information. All else has been brought to the main entrance of the palace."

Name: Mikhail Dean
Gender: Male
Powers: Darkness Manipulation, also known as Erebokinesis. Having this power means Mikhail can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: he can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport himself through massive distances via shadows, etc. Also, here's a link which will give you more info https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Darkness_Manipulation
Appearance:
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Clothing: Anything comfortable
Personality: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathise and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Likes: Drawing, writing, reading, his siblings
Dislikes: Loud people, strangers, rude people
Talents: Drawing, writing, running, archery, and sword fighting
Other: He's ambidextrous and I'm terrible at making characters. By the way, he has mastered the art of having a neutral face while internally freaking out or along those lines. Does that make sense?

(Is he okay?)

“Foolish of father to assume my brothers will not attempt to wage war against me.” Damian made a quiet tsk noise. He wasn’t surprised about the lack of information, but his jewelry was a shame. He had plans to sell it through his reign to provide extra funds. “No matter. Let the games begin.” He strode away from his window, heading towards the palace’s entrance hall. “Thank you Saruo.”

"You are welcome, Prince Damian." As he walked away Saruo added, under his breath, "And your father knows exactly what you and your brothers will do."

Damian arrived at the main entrance of the palace, pleased to see his supplies awaiting him. His gaze softened slightly as he approached his stallion, Quintus.

”Trails today?” The horse whinnied at Damian, causing the prince to crack a smile.

“Not quite, my friend. You’ll see our destination soon enough. You’ll simply have to trust in me for now.” He soothed, stroking the steed’s neck. He was more than ready to take leave of the palace, but supposed he should wait for his brothers in order to wish them some sort of farewell.