Emeline is a princess, a daughter of two wonderful rulers of the kingdom of Tryain. However, not everybody agrees that they're wonderful.
An assassin sneaks into the castle one night, hoping to kill the royal family - the princess included - so that there will be no one left to rule. However, her plans are foiled somehow, and yada yada, it's romance.
I'll be the princess.
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I have the perfect gal for this, if you're still hoping for someone
oh yes FINALLY
lemme get my princesa up
Alright! You might have to give me a sec to fill the thing out
Name: Emeline DeRosier
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Emeline has long, wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, fair but rosy skin, full lips and full nose, and is on the shorter yet stronger side, but one wouldn't know unless it was tested.
Usual Outfit: Casual - knee-length black lace dress, denim/leather jacket, vans or other flat-like shoes. Dark silver diadem with sea green gem in the middle. Formal - Looooooong black lace dress with a tail and sometimes a black lace veil, usually a white fur stool with sea green gem clasp, black heels, and a tall, dark silver crown with sea green gems.
Personality: Emeline is the sort of don't-speak-unless-spoken-to princess, and has never really doubted her place in the monarchy. She knows full well of her power but is subject to brainwashing sometimes by her parents, but she doesn't mind that much. However, she has a deep root of what she knows things like love, dedication, roots, and power to really be and isn't afraid to tap into it sometimes. Will develop from there.
Other: She can turn the dark energy around her into a physical force, that manifests itself as a thick smoke that ranges in color from jet black to, you guessed it, sea green. This all comes with a pair of seemingly ragged and torn black angel's wings. Sometimes known as the Black Angel Of Tryain.
Name: Lillith Song
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, but that’s the last thing on her mind. Plus, with her past…
Appearance: Golden blonde hair to a few inches below her shoulders, that looks self cut and slightly choppy. Lighter skin, and a light smattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Has slight heterochromia, in that one eye is always slightly different from the other in color. Speaking of color, her eyes are muticolored, and constantly changing color for no apparent reason. 5’6, and some mix between willowy and curvy, somehow. Has an intricate burn scar on the back of her neck, visible when her hair’s pulled up, that kind of reminds one of a cattle brand.
Usual Outfit: Usually darker clothing that’s easy to move in, and blends well with the shadows. Black trousers tucked into a pair of knee high black boots, a long sleeved black shirt and a short, hooded black cloak in the same color. When she feels comfortable though, it’s lighter and somewhat more feminine. A somewhat billowy long sleeved white shirt,(https://www.pinterest.com/pin/807340670680808035/ Think kinda like this, but the sleeves aren’t as extra.) and brown trousers that aren’t too different from something she might normally wear. Swaps between knee high black boots and golden strappy sandals. Doesn’t own any jewelry, and seems to almost hate wearing any. Has a lot of fucking knives everywhere though, visible and not.
Personality: Secretive and quiet most of the time, preferring to watch and observe. When it matters though, she has no problem standing up for something. Incredibly kind despite the abuse she’s suffered in the past, and kids and animals love her. Genuine happy smiles from her are rare, but they light the room up.
Other: So, basically, her voice is literally imbued with magic, in a siren-esque way. This allows her to speed up the growth of plants and heal them by singing, and if she’s really trying, she can even plant ideas in people’s minds. This is a power inherited from her ancestors, as she hails from a clan of people with the same abilities, most of whom were wiped out.
She doesn;t quite come across as an assassin, but there are…other factors involved.
hnnnnnnnnnhhnhnnnn I love her
I'm glad. She was created for another rp(oddly enough, in that one, she was trying to kill the crown prince), but my partner left notebook for reasons, so I'm glad to get to use her again!
yeseee
want me to type up a quick starter? it'll suck but whatever
Sure!
Emeline shut the door behind her late at night, sighing as she threw off her denim jacket and flapped her wings in agitation. She never let people see the emotional side of her, but now that she was in her room, she could let it out.
Lily pulled the hood of her cloak lower over her face as she flitted from shadow to shadow, along the wall surrounding the castle. Guards were easy to avoid, and if worst came to worst, she could use her magic, or a knife should do the trick. Not murder, just…scare them. If she couldn't get this done…no, no, she couldn't think about that.
(sorry I had home issues)
You know what? Emeline thought to herself. I'll stay up late tonight. Pretend I'm studying, if worst comes to worst and they come in, She decided, opening her window a little and turning on a little crystalline desk lamp.
A small light visible through an open window caught Lily's eye, and she changed course for it, planning on, at the very least, knocking the person in the room out. Shaking her head, she used uneven stones and other windowsills as leverage, eventually pulling herself through the window and-….straight into the Princess' room.
Emeline was turned around, humming a small tune and tapping her shoe on the wooden floor, her blackened wings fluttering from time to time. She hadn't heard Lily come in, and dark waves of hair fell over her shoulder as she sorted papers on her desk - astronomy tonight.
Prime opportunity right here, Lily. Just kill her. And yet, Lily couldn't bring herself to. Instead, she stood, watching the Princess carefully.
Still humming, Emeline turned around and looked up -
Noticing Lily.
She dropped the papers, sea green gem in her diadem glinting in the sunset light. Almost as if in slow motion, she opened her mouth and screamed. If someone didn't shut her up soon, she would wake up the entire castle.
Lily was across the room so fast, it almost seemed like she hadn't moved. She pressed a hand over the princess's mouth, muffling the scream as she, with slight regret, pressed the blade of one of her knives to the girl's throat. "Quiet. I don't need guards running in here." She hissed, already feeling the churning in her gut at the contact with another person.
Emeline shut up, immediately submissive. She looked up at Lily with fear in her eyes, hands shaking as she kept them down.