@croccin-champagne
The Avrecan Kingdom is anything but peaceful. The people of the Kingdom live in fear and poverty, fear of the Shadows in the North, and in poverty as a result of the declining economy, partially thanks to that fear. There are whispers, too. Whispers of assassination attempts, whispers of organized strikes and major attacks, of plans to cause chaos and even more fear.
Elara Acacius is slightly pissed. Instead of searching for ways to combat the Shadows, her father, the King, has increased the number of Guards in the palace. And more specifically, added another Guard to the roster of protectors following her around. She calls it a waste of time and resources, piling on more people to protect her, and she might just be right about that.
One thing is for sure though. Elara absolutely cannot stand her new Guard, and the feeling is mutual. They clash on everything. He’s intent on following the rules, keeping her safe despite his dislike for her, even from herself. His rule-following drives the natural-born troublemaker insane, and even worse is the fact that she can never seem to slip away from him.
But the threat from the North isn’t going to be quelled by a few new guards in the palace. And they’ve even got the perfect plan. They intercept Elara as she’s shuttled from city to city in an attempt to boost morale, killing everyone in the travelling group with one strike. But they hadn’t been thorough enough, as both Elara and the man she’s declared her arch-nemesis survive and escape the attack. Instead of trying to hitch a ride back to the palace, Elara decides to take the fight straight to the Shadows and end this once and for all, and her Guard, through his refusal to give up on his promise to protect her, is dragged along as well. Now, they just have to make it there without dying, or killing each other themselves.
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No OP characters, or I will yeet your ass outta here before you can say 'this bitch empty'. I can't stand invincible characters, man.
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Proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization, please. I can get making a few mistakes, when you're tired, or English ain't your first language(It's mine, and even I have my issues), but if it's too common a thing, it irks the hell outta me. Call me a bitch, but hey.
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Slurs, homophobia, transphobia, rascism, sexism, anything that ends in -ism and that harms or promotes the harm of other people will not be tolerated. See my first threat.
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Detailed-ish responses, please. Think three or more sentences. To keep it going.
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Please, be on fairly often. Vacations, school, and jobs are all things I can get, but I'd like for this to have a regular pace!
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I have the full right to add and edit this list. I also have the right to boot you if you're causing too many problems.
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Name: Elara Acacius, fondly referred to as Magpie by a lot of the guards and staff, because of her love for shiny things, and her history as a thief.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wavy white-blonde hair, that falls to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Often has it braided back when she’s training or getting up to shit, or a few small braids when she feels like it. That last one is fairly common, because she braids when she’s thinking, nervous, paying attention or bored, and even flustered. It’s basically one of her ways of fiddling, which might have been easier to say. Her skin is decently tan, a natural tan that gets darker with more sun exposure, and she has freckles smattered along her cheeks and nose. The freckles glow when she uses her magic. She’s honestly not super tall, at about 5’4, but packs a decent amount of muscle and strength under her curves. Her eyes are mismatched, one a pale silver that has been likened to a star, and the other dark enough to resemble a starless night sky. Small scars litter her skin, from training incidents and her life before the palace. “She’s absolutely gorgeous, if a bit short.” An actual quote about her, courtesy of her best friend. She usually keeps her legs somewhat hidden, so the scars there are as well. That’s mostly because of what are obviously the scars from a dog bite/attack.
Usual clothing:
Casual/Training: For her training, aka daily-ish sparring matches with members of the guard, she wears clothes easy for movement, that also don’t get in the way. A pair of brown and form-fitting pants, tucked into black boots that come up to a few inches below her knees. An also form fitting cropped tank top, in black, and a belt with her dagger sheathed on it. Wears her diadem occasionally while training, for no other reason than the aesthetic. Her casual clothing is basically the same thing, just a long sleeved shirt most of the time. Will swap between a black cloak-like coverup, and a leather jacket over a navy blue zip-up hoodie. Depends on the aesthetic she’s feeling.
Formal-ish??: Loves dresses when it comes to formal events, and is really good at deciding what looks good, and fits the theme of the event. The diadem is always an accessory with these outfits.
Accessories: Her diadem, https://www.pinterest.com/pin/764697211710623771/. It’s simple, because she’s not a Queen yet. That, and she already broke three of them.
Personality: Ambitious is one way to put it. She strives to get better, to be the best she possibly can be, and then some. Isn't afraid to manipulate people. Cares quite a bit about her appearance, mostly because that's what's expected of her. Confident, and always walks like she’s wearing a crown, but is secretly incredibly self-conscious. Would do anything for those she's allied herself with. Can come off as almost cold and unfeeling sometimes, but is secretly incredibly sweet and kind. Diplomatic when she wants to be, but usually couldn’t care less about rules, and even enjoys breaking them.
Favorite Food/Drink: Absolutely loves sweet desserts, but is hesitant to eat them despite her access. Some small part of her is worried she’ll have to pay for them or something, because she never got to eat them a lot as a kid. Is also a huge fan of shrimp./Adores anything carbonated,but her ultimate favorite drink is hot chocolate, because she and her mother used to make it on special occasions.
Skills: A great thief and pickpocket. Can memorize almost anything. Gorgeous voice. Decent flirt, though she prefers her knives over seduction, and doesn’t really flirt for any other reason than to get out of something. Knows a lot of people, good with knives and daggers, good at manipulating her way around things.
Fears: Having to relive those few years after her mother’s disappearance, never finding her mother, falling in love/commitment(because she’s terrified she isn’t enough, and doesn’t want to be hurt), dogs.
Background: She wasn’t actually…raised in the palace. In fact, she had no clue she was the daughter of the King at all. She was born the product of an affair, which weren’t all that uncommon. What was uncommon, however, was the pregnancy, resulting in Elara’s birth into a lower-class family, the daughter of an escort/thief. She grew up every bit her mother’s daughter, in a home full of love, despite the struggles with money, food, and housing on occasion.
When she was fifteen, however, her mother just…disappeared. No warning, no letter, and no clues as to where she’d gone or if she was alright, something that was very out of character. Elara was left dealing with the grief caused by her mother’s disappearance, and struggling to keep herself alive on the streets, now completely alone. When she was seventeen, she was caught breaking into the palace, by none other than the boy who’d become her best friend. The two got on like gasoline and matches within two minutes of meeting, even as his overseer, the head of the Guard, expressed his disapproval and dragged her down to the dungeons.
Two days later, and many conversations with her new friend(that, if we’re being honest, weren’t even supposed to happen), the King himself came down to see her. It didn’t take long for him to recognize her, and before she knew it, it was being announced that she was his daughter. She’s well aware that the main reason he even let her live was because he had no heir, but they actually managed to bond somewhat, though she still doesn’t trust him.
Elara knows that most of the royals and people of ‘status’ in the palace don’t like her, and think claiming her was a mistake, making her even more eager to prove them wrong. She has, in fact, made quite a name for herself.
Powers, if applicable: Beyond being a badass bitch, it’s sort of like light manipulation. More geared towards it being almost like she’s got the power of a star inside her, which shows itself later in the effects of using more power than she’s used to. She can seemingly create light, and manipulate already existing light, and can even create illusions with this which she likes to use to entertain the children of staff and monarchs of varying degrees alike.
Other: https://tinyurl.com/y4qo5mlj Her dagger, a gift from her mother. Actually really likes the dark, mostly because the dark usually means night, and night means she can stargaze. Kinda fuckin’…adopts random stray animals that show up around the palace, like birds and cats and shit. They come and go, but always know her, and now most animals in the city do too, though she’s not aware of that.
