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Started January 23, 2021 by Deleted user

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The doors to the ballroom flung open, drawing everyone's attention. The music upbruptly stopped, making the ballroom unbearably quiet. Everyone was looking up at the man standing in the centre of the grand staircase.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The Queen…has been murdered."
A gasp rang throughout the crowd. Who would kill the Queen? She was the best ruler they'd had in centuries. No one wanted her gone.
"Everyone is a suspect. No one shall leave until the killer of our dear Artemis is found and captured."

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So I'm wanting our characters to be the Princess - now Queen - (me) and the princess' bodyguard (you).
They will spend the night following the trail to find the Queen's killer, as well as trying (and failing) to ignore their romantic and sexual tension.

(Of course! Here's the no-dialogue, then the next one is with dialogue. Sorry that they're kinda long. I hope they are good.)

A wave of silence settled over the entire room. The doors were locked, but the speaker wasn't there nor were any of the board members there as well. No one dared to utter a single word to the person beside them. It was as if everyone was expecting for something to happen. Whatever it was, it was not going to be good for them.

Louis reclined back into the black chair, closing his eyes. With his head tilted back, he took in a deep inhale then let out a sigh. The anticipation soaring through his veins as he simply sat there. His nails digging into the arms of the chair. Fighting the urge to smirk while

Another member of the conference made eye contact with him. He was not able to see the name on their tag, but he could tell they were of some importance. They appeared to be Louis's age with dirty blond hair and silver eyes. Their gaze had a spark of curiosity in them. Even as they glanced away from him, he could still tell they were stuck in their own inquiring mind.

Every few moments, he would opening his phone to check his messages. The screen always lit up giving him the time and date, nothing else. Jace has to be giving him the sign at any moment. How long does he have to wait sitting around with these fools? Time is steadily ticking away for them to complete this mission.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang in the background. It had to come from outside in the main lobby. Louis shot up in his seat watching as others were trying to hide themselves from any potential threat of danger. His eyes looking all over the place as he kept pressing the side of his phone. The anticipation was beginning to settle in. Finally, he was feeling the same worry as the rest of them.

Once again, he glimpsed over to the person before. This time something feels off. They were still sitting there pretending like nothing is happening. Although, what piqued Louis's interest the most was how they were smirking back at him. No, no way.

Immediately, he got up and ran out from the row of seats into the walkway. As he headed towards the emergency exit, a man dressed in all black stood right in front of him. Slowing his pace to a halt, he opened his jacket to pull out the knife. He took it out while griping on tight to the handle. When he took another step closer to the man, he felt something heavy hit the back of his head, then everything turned black.

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The walk back dragged on longer than expected; it was just a decent distance from the car after all. The sun crept further down the horizon. Dark gray storm clouds hung over the sky staring down at the upset pair. Not a single drop of sound coming from anything except the sounds of shoes against pavement. Nothing was exchanged from the two as they both trudged along. Mason's heavy and hollow eyes kept down while his hands swayed forward with each step. On the other hand, Evane tried to collect herself in an attempt to have the same amount of pride as she had before.

The young woman squeezed her fist as she looked forward. Images from before replayed in her head over and over again. From having to tell her case partner about Charlie's death to their fight in front of everyone, it was screened on the television of her mind. Everything that she built up leading to a complete disaster in front of all the other colleagues. Evane's shoulders became stiff as they were held up. She moved strands of her red hair covering the sides of her eyes. What is the point of it? Why be a complete idiot and work with another idiot?

Out of instinct, Mason glimpsed over at his work partner. Somehow the feeling in the air between them pulled him out of the abyss he was going down; it wrapped around his neck forcing him to look at Evane. It was strange seeing her like this, how she isn't confronting him about the entire fiasco or yelling about this. This wasn't normal at all, that he knew.

"Ev, it wasn't your fault," Mason sighed, "You knew everything; after this whole stressful process we just went through, you know that I am stupid enough to let my emotions fly out."

She stopped walking only slightly turning back. Evane could feel her heart sink deeper into her chest. The hell is he talking about? "Yeah but I was the one that had to clarify it for an imbicle like you," she mumbled.

Shaking his head, he placed his hand on his forehead, "Why do you always call me that?"

"Cause you're too slow to grip onto a situation. You let your own thoughts and interests get in the way."

"And what's wrong with that?", he questioned.

Forget it, forget pulling herself together to save herself. Forget being nice to those the agency sets you up with. It's all over, it's time to quit. Evane gave up, there's no point in talking to him anymore. She sprinted over to the car, got in, and drove off to headquarters to get her things.

Mason's eyes widened in surprise as he watched her. He sped over but stepped back as Ev bolted off. Forgetting everything, he ran behind trying to catch up. On the top of his lungs he screamed her name. It wasn't enough, it was too late. The red car disappeared into the horizon as the sun vanished.

Trying to catch his breath, his hands slipped onto his hips. Mason felt his phone buzz in his pocket. The message was from Mister Howard. "Don't go back to headquarters," it read, "I just received a report of some unusual activity there."

Full Name:
Preferred Name:
Title:
Age: (20-24)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described)
Style: (day-to-day clothing. this is like fantasy medieval? i guess just find something and if i dont think it works, ill tell you)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Powers: (not too op)
Other:

What they are wearing to the ball: (formal, but it has to make sense for the character)
What they think about the ball:

Full Name: Jasper Jo-Kardos
Preferred Name: Jasper
Title: Personal Bodyguard for Her Royal Highness
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Jasper stands roughly around six foot one, with a fit semi-muscular build. He has wide shoulders along with long legs. The shade of his skin is a light neutral, yet it can tan pretty quickly. His eyes are almond shaped and almost as dark as the night sky. Below his left eye is a scar he had gotten from falling; it's small and is only noticeable if one gets very close to him. Jasper has short dark brown hair that he prefers to part to the right. It manages to stay neat, but a few strands always get in the way of his vision.
Style: Typically Jasper wears a black leather jerkin with an off white long-sleeve undershirt. Other times he'll have on a plain royal blue outer tunic that laces up to the neck. Everything else such as his black trousers, boots, and leather gloves stay the same. He always has on a brown belt with his sword scabbard attached to it. To identify himself as the bodyguard of the princess, he wears a silver necklace with the royal coat of arms on the tag underneath his shirts.
Personality: On the outside, there isn't much to Jasper except for his professional stoic image. He doesn't really speak unless he's spoken to, or till the situation forces him to do so. That being said, he is used to keep a lot of things to himself. Despite this, he is always showing the tiniest of signs involving his emotions. Loyalty and protecting others are his forte, without them he's nothing; his purpose is to look after others. He will not stop till everyone around him is safe and the threat of danger is no more. Though he is a rule-follower, he tends to bend them when it is appropriate. Jasper loves being around people, though he wishes he had someone to cuddle, but more importantly, to love.
Likes: Being around others, working, books, stargazing, and physical displays of affection
Dislikes: Carelessness, being seen as weak or foolish, small spaces, silence, and seeing others in pain/grief
Background: Jasper came from nothing but a humble peasant family. At six months, his parents were murdered after a robber broke into their home. The only reason why he survived was because his ten year old brother, Amice, heard everything happening and escaped holding Jasper before the robber was able to get to them. They were taken in by General Kardos whom their father served under when he was a soldier. Nothing noteworthy happened for the next fifteen years. All Jasper did every day was a bunch of fighting. If he wasn't training then he'd either be reading or wandering around the capital. Sometimes he'd do odd-end jobs for people, mostly ones dealing with guarding and escorting people. His adopted father forced him to become a soldier, but he quit after the death of Amice and sister in-law. To take care of his niece and nephew, and to also pay back everyone who's helped him, Jasper decided to take a job in the royal palace as a bodyguard. One day, he was called to meet with Her Majesty, only to find out that he became the bodyguard of the princess. Much to his surprise, he gradually began to fall for her.
Powers: Jasper doesn't have any abilities that make it obvious to the eye, although he has superhuman stamina and strength.
Other: Sure he is best at what he does, but he isn't a good dancer. He is worried that he'll hurt somebody while trying to do it.

What they are wearing to the ball: The morning of the ball, Jasper was given a black and silver royal court doublet with patterns and velvet pants. As always, he has a sword scabbard tied tightly around the side of his belt. Also, he has on a pair of brown suede boots that have been polished to the point where light can reflect off of them.
What they think about the ball: To be honest, he is pretty excited about the ball. Even though he cannot participate in it, it's still fun to be there and watch as people are dancing, having a good time. On the other hand, he is a bit anxious since he has to be on high alert just in case anything happens.

(Here he is! Please let me know if I have to adjust or change anything.)

Full Name: Athena Ophelia Mountainwillow
Preferred Name: Ophelia
Title: Her Majesty Queen Athena Ophelia Mountainwillow of the Kingdom of Bradonia
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Ophelia is considered to be very pretty, with many suitors vying for her hand. She has lightly tanned skin with many pale freckles, having small blemishes that can barely be seen. Her mousy brown hair has a golden touch and falls in soft waves, parted slightly to the side and reaching just below her shoulders. Her eyes are a stunning light blue, with golden specks that are only visible when you are very close to her face.
Ophelia is decently short, standing at roughly 164cm tall. She has an oval face with a relatively sharp jawline, having sharp eyebrows that frame her face. She is a little petite but is of average weight and build for her height and age.
Style: Ophelia is used to wearing big, fancy dresses. Her whole closet is just full of them. With Bradonia's colour being blue, she really only wears blue dresses. Her mother makes her wear more decoractive dresses, typically made of satin with beading somewhere.
Ophelia also wears her tiara wherever she goes. She likes it because it makes her feel pretty, as she doesn't feel pretty without it.
Personality: Despite having very sharp and defined features, Ophelia is quite shy. She likes to stick to herself and is normally found in her chambers reading. She gets distracted easily, often tuning conversations out by picking at her fingers. She's difficult to talk to, as she only responds well to people that she trusts.
It's often very clear when Ophelia is uncomfortable, though it's rarely ever verbally communicated. She's very quiet and speaks softly, wary of offending someone or being seen as rude.
One of the only people Ophelia is truly comfortable around is Jasper. He makes her feel extremely safe, even if he's just in the room with her. She's more talkative when she's with him, and has a larger sense of humour. Some of the only times she ever smiles is around him.
Likes: Reading, being by herself, Jasper, the castle gardens
Dislikes: Her mother, large crowds, balls, the idea of being Queen
Background: Ophelia is an only child, with her parents being unable to concieve more than her. Ophelia's father died of tuberculosis only a few months after she was born, so she has only ever known her mother. While Artemis is a loving ruler in the eyes of her people, she isn't really a loving mother. Artemis is strict and unforgiving, trying to condition Ophelia into being her. As such, Ophelia has come to hate her mother.
Ophelia has always loved reading. It lets her relax and lets her escape to other worlds while in the comfort of her chambers. If you're trying to find her, she's likely in the library, in her chambers or in the castle gardens, all reading spots of her.
Ophelia is slightly haunted by an accidental murder. When she was about 6, her mother wanted her to practice her powers. Ophelia was forced to draw water out of a servant's body, which she didn't want to. Because she couldn't control her powers, she drew all of the water out of the servant and couldn't put it back in. She forcefully and fatally dehydrated him, causing him to die. She's still haunted by it, often hearing his painful screams in nightmares.
Powers: Ophelia has both hydrokinesis and pyrokinesis. She doesn't use them very often, but she is quite powerful when she does. Not many people know that she has it.
Other: Ophelia has relatively severe social anxiety. This isn't helped by the fact that she's the Princess - now Queen - of her kingdom.

What they are wearing to the ball: Ophelia has a simple dress that she picked out herself. She also trades her tiara for the Crown of Bradonia after she is suddenly made Queen after her mother's death.
What they think about the ball: Ophelia would rather be in her chambers reading a book. She's quite sick of balls, but knows that if her mother holds a ball, she has to go. She doesn't like being in big crowds and is afraid that she'll have a bit of a breakdown. Really, she just doesn't want to be there.

(aww, thank you)

Ophelia stuck to a small corner of the ballroom, trying not to be seen. She just wanted to be left alone, but more and more suitors came every ball. She didn't want to get married, not yet. Especially not to someone she just met. Yet her mother wanted her to meet someone and get hitched almost immediately. She'd had so many sudden proposals in the past that she'd learnt to scare them away with fire.

Jasper stood in the outer-rim of the ballroom along with other bodyguards. Ever since the ball had begun, he did his utmost best to be a certain distance away from the princess, till Her Majesty ordered him to stop so the princess could enjoy the ball. If he was allowed to speak freely, he knew very well that was not the case. To him, it was very clear that the queen was only wanting for her daughter to meet with others.

Something felt off though and he wasn't sure why. A few moments had passed and he was not able to see Princess Ophelia, the fact worried him. Still sticking around the outer area, Jasper began to walk around searching for her. It was difficult given how many people where in the room, but his eyes managed to lay on her within a few seconds.

His eyes kept gazing around as he made his way over to her. A feeling tugged at him as he stared straight ahead at the princess; the expression on her face concerned him. "Your Highness, is everything alright?" he asked when finally reaching the princess. Brushing away a few hair strands, he put on a reassuring smile.

Ophelia instinctively held her hand up, fire running around her palm and fingers. She sighed in relief when she saw it was Jasper, the fire fading away as she put her arm down. She looked out at the swarm of dancing guests before answering, as if taking time to piece together her answer.

"No, no…I mean yes. Yes, everything is alright. Can you not tell? I'm absolutely thrilled to be here. Just another ball and another opportunity to find a husband. Everything I could ever want."

His eyes widened noticing the flames appearing. Maybe he should have mention he was coming over, how foolish of him. Taking a few steps back, he bowed while muttering an apology. As he came up, Jasper looked at Princess Ophelia with a meticulous gaze as she spoke.

"If I may be honest, my princess, something tells me that you aren't," he stated, "You always hide in this specific spot every ball after meeting with a potential suitor, the look on your face always concerns me."

With his hands held in front of him, he turned to look at the guests. A longing sigh left his lips as he watched some dance while others laughed. Glancing back at the princess, he gave a smile, "Do not worry about finding a husband, what if you already met him? You should be having fun; gorgeous princesses like you are supposed to be having fun at these events."

Ophelia blushed, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, Jasper. You know that can't happen. I'm at a ball. I hate balls. There's too many people and too many unwanted suitors. Mother is supposed to be overseeing the whole thing, but as you can see…" She gestured to the empty throne at the front of the ballroom. "She is nowhere to be found."

She sighed deeply. "If I'm being honest with you, I would much rather be up in my chambers reading. Though I'm sure that doesn't come as a very big surprise to you. I'm always reading, aren't I? Mother says I should read less. That Queens shouldn't be so educated or well-read as I am."

Ophelia blushed, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, Jasper. You know that can't happen. I'm at a ball. I hate balls. There's too many people and too many unwanted suitors. Mother is supposed to be overseeing the whole thing, but as you can see…" She gestured to the empty throne at the front of the ballroom. "She is nowhere to be found."

She sighed deeply. "If I'm being honest with you, I would much rather be up in my chambers reading. Though I'm sure that doesn't come as a very big surprise to you. I'm always reading, aren't I? Mother says I should read less. That Queens shouldn't be so educated or well-read as I am."

The blush on her face made him sigh. He couldn't help but look away for a second as he rubbed the back of his neck. Her laugh always made him feel a bit flustered, it sounded mellifluous to his ears.

Jasper took a small step forward to see where Princess Ophelia was motioning to. The sight of the empty throne left him with a raised brow. He shook off the puzzled look while looking back at her.

"I understand Your Highness, but I still believe you deserve to have fun tonight, whether that be right now or up in your chambers with a book later on," he said. His chin lowered towards the floor. "And I do not see the problem with you reading a lot though, you always look relaxed while doing so. Someone told me that the most successful leaders are the ones that are the most knowledgeable."

"You and my mother have very differing opinions, Jasper," Ophelia laughed. "If I can be secretly honest with you, I have to agree. I don't think that Mother is correct in saying that I shouldn't read. It's enjoyable. Perhaps she should try it."

Ophelia spotted a man walking towards her, and her heart started to race. No, She tried to calm herself down. He's probably just going towards someone who is in my direction. He can't be a suitor that Mother sent. Fire started to swirl around Ophelia's hand as she realised the man was definitely heading towards her, subconciously moving to be behind Jasper.

Jasper chuckled as he placed his hand over his heart then gave a bow. "I suppose so, Your Highness, but I am still thankful for Her Majesty. It is quite enjoyable, although you both are probably very much better at reading than I am," he nodded.

Suddenly, he was inclined to glance over to his right. The man stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd. It could be that he was a suitor, but who knows. Jasper never remembered seeing him around before, and he was watching everyone else in the ballroom. He felt Her Highness moving behind him, so he placed his hand on the sword grip while taking a step back. Leaving his left arm open, his eyes narrowed at the mysterious person.

"Who are you and what's your business?" he asked, "If you take another step closer to Her Highness, I will have to force you back by any means necessary."

The man chuckled, a laugh that made Ophelia's skin crawl. "Stand down, sir," He said. "I mean no harm to the Princess. I was simply sent by the dear Queen Artemis to become aquainted with Princess Athena."

Ophelia looked at him. "My apologies sir. I am not interested in a suitor, nor am I interested in marriage. And, if I may so politely add, I am not interested in it with you."

The man's expression changed into something resembling anger. Ophelia poised herself to defend herself if need be. "Your mother disagrees with you. She thinks that I would be a very worthy husband for you."

"My mother and I disagree on a lot of things. This just adds another thing to the list. Now please, leave me alone."

Jasper's hand jerked as he glared at the man. Never had he expected someone's words to provoke him in such a confusing yet angerly manner. "If you truly were sent by her, then I should be seeing Her Majesty at your side explaining to me who you are and your reason of business," he stated, "And if you do harm Her Highness in any way, I will break your arm."

For the next few moments, he did not dare to utter another word. His eyes were glued to the person watching their every move closely. Just for one second, did he pry his gaze off to look for the queen, and he still could not find her at all.

He moved a single step forward to the man. The urge to pull his sword out was suffocating him. The metal clinging sound rang as he almost took it out of the scabbard, but he suddenly pushed the sword down and let go. Hearing the phrase, "…a very worthy husband for you," felt like someone stabbed him in the chest. All the energy and eagerness to attack diminished as he lowered his eyes momentarily.

Thankfully Princess Ophelia's words brought him back to the issue at hand. Jasper got close to the man while he squeezed his fists. "You've heard the princess, Sir, now leave. And as her bodyguard, I suggest you go before I decide to beat the all honor out of your face," he sneered, "Go."

Ophelia's breaths slowed down as she calmed down, though the fire around her hand stayed. She was safe with Jasper, but she couldn't help but feel shaken up by that man's reaction.
The doors to the ballroom flung open, drawing everyone's attention. The music upbruptly stopped, making the ballroom unbearably quiet. Everyone was looking up at the man standing in the centre of the grand staircase.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The Queen…has been murdered."
A gasp rang throughout the crowd. Who would kill the Queen? She was the best ruler they'd had in centuries. No one wanted her gone.
"Everyone is a suspect. No one shall leave until the killer of our dear Artemis is found and captured. In the meantime…our Princess Athena is now our Queen."