forum The prince and the monster REBOOT (Clsoed) (romance)

Started August 07, 2020 by @Dirt

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Didn't work out last time, but I really liked it so we're trying again :)

Below you will find the copy and pasted stuff

So it's kinda hard to explain this idea without it sounding like a disaster. Bear with me-

Long ago a king declared that all the magical creatures be hunted down, and killed for having magic. This went on for years, til soon magic disappeared altogether.
The king, along with his people where then cursed by the gods. They became something not quite human. Some grew horns and tails, claws. Others eyes began to glow in the dark, while fangs sprouted from their mouths. They became monsters among men.
Other kingdoms sought to capture those that where cursed, and punish them for destroying the magic of the land. Many where put into arenas, and where made to fight to the death for entertainment.
Now many years later, all have forgotten the curse. But the ancestors of those that brought the cure upon them, they still suffer till this day.

This will still be set in olden times. Simply because castles. :)
Your character will be a decedent of one of the kingdoms who sought revenge. (Royalty)
While mine will be the decedent of one of the cursed. (a fighter in the arenas)

This will be a romance, but also a "we're all equal, and should be treated as such" kinda thing.
Because of the romance part this will be M·F.
I have a female character I really want to use, so if you could do the male- thank ya'.
You will be in charge of Role-playing not only your charter, but also the king, queen, and anyone else of the royal family.
While I will be in charge of the arena fighters, guards in the arena, and my character.

Rules:
·Tell if you're going to abandon
·I reserve the right to say no
·Ask before joining
·No slurs
·No one liners
·Punctuation (doesn't have to be 100% accurate)
·Grammar (doesn't have to be 100% accurate)
·YOU ABSOLUTELY PUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AND NOT APOLOGIZING FOR TAKING BREAKS
·Curse if ye so wish but tread lightly for the walls have eyes
·If you're going to write anything triggering use a warning
·You are more then welcome to write blood and gore :)
·Dont spam bump. I can and will fall off the face of the earth for who knows how long at any given moment
·Don't be afraid to challenge the plot
·and over all have fun :)

You do not by any means have to go into full details for this temp. The bear minimum will do just fine, besides, it lets us have surprises during the RP.
This temp is also only for your main character.

Template:
Name:
Nicknames: (if any)
Age: (18-21)
Gender:
Eye color:
Skin color:
Hair color/length and texture:
3 personality traits:
3 Disgusting features:
Light description:
Every day clothing:
Sleep wear:
2 fears:
2 dislikes:
2 likes:
2 weakness:
2 Random facts:
Family members(to the point of relevance):
backstory: (optional)

Here's my Gal-
Name: Aimi
Nicknames: (if any) Blue demon
Age:(18-21) 19
Gender:Female
Eye color: electric blue
Skin color: very pale
Hair color/length and texture: hair reaches to her shoulders, is a very dark brown, and has some wave to it.
3 personality traits: rough around the edges, actually really nice, likes to hear jokes
3 Disgusting features: has 2 tattoos. (A sun on her right shoulder, and a crescent moon on her left) a rather large scar going all the way around her neck where a collar once sat. Six eyes.
Light description: Aimi has quite the sum of muscle to her from fighting in the arenas for so long, and is surprisingly small. She stands at a whopping 5'2 and weighs about 150. While her main set of eyes sits where normal humans eyes would, her other two pears are above and below. They are actually quite small, and only do good in the dark. She has a set of jagged blue horns (hence the nick name) and a long slim black tail the ends in a point. Though she is littered in scars from fights, she is still considered beautiful.
Every day clothing: a skin tight black tank. It cuts off just before her waist, the neck line ending just above the scar on her neck. She has fingerless gloves that end just before her tattoos, and wears baggy pants that she can often tuck her tail into.
Sleep wear: usually a large shirt that a guard gifted her when she was much younger.
2 fears: dying in the arena, being left alone
2 dislikes: people who find joy in others suffering, the royal family
2 likes: some of the guards in the arena (they sometimes pitty the fighters and bring them things like clothes or extra food.) Apples.
2 weakness: emotions in general, the freaking sun. (The fighters are kept under ground for the most part, so the sun often blinds them all)
2 Random facts: used to be part of a circus, has a pet rock
Family members(to the point of relevance): none that will interfere with the story, though she will mention her mother at some point.
backstory: when Aimi was a baby she and her mother where sold to a circus. she grew up performing tricks, and jumping through hoops of fire untill she was later traded (at the age of ten) into the arenas, separating her from her mother. because she was still a child most of her fights would only last untill the other was knocked out. Which most of the time was her. Her first year in the arena she came very close to dying of hypothermia. To her luck a guard who took pitty on the younger fighters gifted her a large shirt. (And even though it is very tattered she still has it till this day) A few years later Aimi gained her first sponsor in the arena, and her nickname. She she turned sixteen she had her first kill, which left her in an empty state of mind for days. After she grew a custom to killing she quickly became a fan favorite. Aimi will always try and deliver the final blow quickly, as she doesn't want to see others suffer. Sadly the crowd has a blood lust, and often before she can finish the job a guard will intervene. Leaving the victim to die of their wounds.

_(bump)

(Sorry for the wait! I decided to make him from scratch)
Name: Prince Malachi of the Taranaba Archipelago
Nicknames: Mal, used by his sisters
Age: 20
Gender: male
Eye color: golden brown
Skin color: a rich oak wood color
Hair color/length and texture: raven black with lavender highlights, reaches past his butt, thick and curly. Usually in dreadlocks that are weaved into a braid or bun.
3 personality traits: has a quiet and reserved exterior, analytical and calculating, but both awkward and passionate
3 Disgusting features: bruises and scars on his legs, arms, and chest/collarbone area, a scar in his lower lip, bags under his eyes
Light description: he’s of average build, but he doesn’t have much muscle. He makes up for that by being around 6’1. Around 165 lbs. Thick, dark eyebrows and full lips.
Every day clothing: https://pin.it/UNTYZep something like this, except with more purple tones
Sleep wear: black sleeveless cotton tunic with matching pants, and a amber colored robe with sleeves that go just past his elbows
2 fears: his father, seeing his sisters get hurt
2 dislikes: his father, the arenas
2 likes: a good, clever plan, his sisters
2 weakness: over thinker, not the best with romance
2 Random facts: likes to play the violin, he and his sisters like to do each other’s hair
Family members(to the point of relevance): His younger sister, Princess Adelaide (Addy, 17); the youngest sister, Princess Zipporah (Zora, 16); mother, Queen Olympia, 47; father, King Damaris, 50
backstory: I have a general idea of what it is, but it’s a hit or miss when it comes to actually writing it out

I hope he’s a good match for Aimi :)

(Don't feel the need to write a long response I just post long staters 💀)

A wall of humidity hit Aimi as she emerged from the under ground cells the fighters where kept it. She felt the tip of a spear poke her in the back, the Guard's unease and inpatients seeping into the thick air.
On the opposite end another fighter emerged obviously effected by the heat too.
The two fighters took in their surroundings eyes landing on the kings box, awaiting his sign to start.
Aimi bowed low, hoping that'd get her some more sponsors- if she survived. Every fight was a chance of death.

The other fighter shook as he took in his opponent. He'd never fought before, and if he'd hadn't already he'd have pissed his pants again. Her horns and eyes where intimidating enough- but the others had wished him luck. Had whispered the name of who he was going against like a prayer. The young monster barely mustered a bow to the king, his eyes never leaving the blue demon just a few feet across the already blood soaked arena from him.

Aimi offered a prayer to what ever gods would listen. A swift death would be a blessing to either of them.

The royal family sat at the top box of the arena, overlooking the two fighters. In the center was King Damaris and Queen Olympia. On the Queen’s side was Prince Malachi and Princess Zipporah. On the King’s was Princess Adelaide. Malachi silently fought the urge to get her away from him.
He hated it here. The blood splattered on the stones and sand below gave a silent boast of what was to come. Death rules here, they seemed to say. Death and tradition are not to be trifled with.
The bloodthirsty crowd and the two fighters seemed to swim in tense silence. Malachi tried not to look at them. One of them is going die, he thought. Knowing their faces makes it all the worse.
Instead, he watched as his father stood. In one swift movement, King Damaris brought his hands together in a single, echoing clap.
“BEGIN!”
The crowd roared.

Aimi lunged. It was very rare to be given a weapon in the arenas, especially for the ones with so called built in weapons. Claws, horns, tails. And it just so happened that Aimi was unlucky enough to have two out of three.
Her opponent on the other hand only hand clawed hands.
She struck with one of her fists, driving it straight into the others stomach. He cried out as vomit flew from his mouth. "please," the young monster plead.
Aimi felt a twing of guilt, but struck again. This time with a swift kick to the side of the head.

survive, the thought was knocked from his head with the kick, another cry escaping him. It was merciless. Cruel.
The young fighter threw a clawed hand out in a desperate attempt to land a hit.
Aimi doged, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. Her other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and smashed his face into the ground.
Tears weld up in the corners of her eyes. "Forgive me," her words where drowned out by the cheering crowd.

The young monster was limp when Aimi pulled back, dropping him. The fight had been over to fast. She hadn't sustained any damage, it'd be pure luck if another fighter wasn't brought out. Or maybe just stupid wishful thinking. Aimi's eyes turned back to the king, hate filling her gaze.

The crowd’s cheers devolved into moans and boos once they realized Blue Demon hadn’t drawn any blood. Malachi slowly looked toward the arena. If something happened that the crowd didn’t like, it usually meant the opposite for him.
Sure enough, one of the fighters was dead on the ground, but no blood had been shed. Blue Demon stood over him, and even from here Malachi could feel the intensity of the monster’s gaze, and it wasn’t even directed at him. He had to admit, she was an admirable fighter, ending it quickly like that.
As if reading his thoughts, Zipporah said, “She likes to end them quickly, doesn’t she? Did you know she’s been fighting for close to ten years?”
“Really? Why haven’t-“
Before he could finish, the volume dropped.
He heard his father mutter, “You’re bold and quick, girl, but you have no sense of entertainment. Your choice if it gets you killed.” A grin spread across the King’s stubbled face. Malachi resisted the urge to punch him.
King Damaris signaled for the guards to intervene, then he said to crowd, “Shall we bring out another?” And the volume skyrocketed again.

Wishful thinking it was then- Aimi stilled as the crowed erupted. It wasn't right. She'd fought, she'd won, and here she was about to fight for her life again. And something told her that it would be much worse this time.
Across the arena another fighter emerged. His legs where double hinged, sharp claws adorning his feet and hands, and a thick tale whipping back and forth in anticipation. Not to mention he towered over Aimi.
He didn't wait for the kings sign to start, and instead lunged knocking the air from Aimis lungs. She crashed backwards slamming into the ground.
Going to the ground wasn't good.
She rolled to the side just in time to dodge being pounced on. This wasn't right, there was something off about him.

He couldn't control himself, just before being brought out they'd given him something to drink. It made him want to kill. Not just to survive, but for fun.

Aimi couldn't find a chance to stand, every time she rolled, or pushed herself backwards there he was again. A clawed hand caught her cheek. She cried out and threw a foot forward connecting it to his nose.
Aimi scrambled to her feet, but she was cornered. She was quite literally stuck between a rock and a sharp place. Again he lunged, and this time Aimi met his attack with one of her own.

Despite himself, Malachi’s morbid curiosity got the best of him. His eyes drifted to the fight, finding very different from the first, even if he didn’t watch that one. His father hadn’t even signaled for it to start.
“Why hasn’t she fought before the King before, then?” He asked Zipporah again, a tremor in his voice.
“She has, once before. That was the time you pretended to be sick, though.” Zipporah’s shoulders were tensed, her eyes wide. “I like her. Even if she’s a monster, I like her.”
Malachi nodded but didn’t say anything. He noticed Blue Demon’s opponent’s mannerisms, how aggressive and offensive he was. And he could tell how Blue Demon was struggling. As much as he hated taking sides in these fights, he began to root for her.

The two met, him going for her throat with those clawed hands, and her hopping to do some damage with her horns. But his weight was to much, it sent them both down. Aimi practically being crushed by him.
A snarl escaped her attacker. His lips pulled back in a wicked smile, sharp teeth shining. Make it quick, Aimi thought as she squeezed her eyes shut. She'd never fought someone who'd been so brutal before. She never stood a chance.

As much as he wanted to rip her throat out he couldn't. An inner battle was going on inside his head. He sunk his claws into her shoulders, not only drawing blood but also a shriek of pain.
"Kill me," he pleaded threw clenched teeth. Whatever the guards had give him, it had done its damage. "Kill me!" He screamed it this time, quieting the crowed. "Please, blue demon." He took his claws from her shoulders, making another shriek of pain escape her.

Malachi winced, he couldn’t look anymore. He heard Zipporah and his mother gasp on either side of him. He turned to his left, and was met by Adelaide’s wet eyes pleading a silent message. Get me out of here.
Her dark, curly hair piled on her back and framed her long face. Her eyes, though they were red and wet, had a rich warmth and maturity to them. Her vibrant magenta dress swayed as a brief cool wind passed. Her hands shook as they lay on her knees.
Malachi stood. He tried not to look at his father or mother as he took the handles of Zipporah’s wheelchair and took her across the top box to Adelaide. She stood and took her brother’s hand, and the three siblings hurried into the corridor leading into surrounding building.
“Are you alright with staying here?” He asked.
His sisters nodded.
“I can go back and tell you what happens, if you’d like.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here, too?” Zipporah’s voice held a hint of concern.
Malachi bit his lip. “I don’t think father would like that.”
Zipporah lowered her gaze. Adelaide hadn’t let go of his hand, and she rubbed it affectionately. “Thanks, Mal.”
“Of course, Addy. And don’t worry Zora. I’ll come back.”
He made his way back to the top box, sitting down and ignoring his father’s glare.

Sometime between the time the Prince had left and come back, the monster that had been drugged had ripped out his own throat.
Aimi on the other hand was dry heaving in the corner.
She'd grown up surrounded by blood and death and yet some how this bothered her. She'd taken countless lives during her time in the arena, and yet this was what pushed her over the edge.
The crowd had been sitting in hushed silence, a few whispers here and there, untill a full on boo was all Aimi would hear. It made her blood boil. That poor fighter who had been sent into a killing rage, and in the end spared her, was being booed. Or perhaps it was Aimi that was on the receiving end. Either way, it made her mad.
"Shut up," she growled, her words being drown out. "Shut up." she screamed it this time, wincing with the effort it took to push herself up.
The fighter pointed an accusing finger towards the king, rage in all six of her eyes.
Its your fault, she wanted to scream it.
Wanted everyone there to know of how the king had let the monster be drugged. How it'd sent him to his death.
He could have killed Aimi easily, and yet she'd been the one unlucky enough to survive.

The second the monster had pointed, guards rushed in. Crossbows, and spears all pointed towards her, awaiting the kings command.

Malachi regretted coming back.
“Son,” King Damaris’ voice was dangerously low. “You embarrassed me.”
He was too focused on the scene below to answer.
He heard his father scoff. “I’ll deal with you later. You see this, my Queen? You’d think this Blue Demon had feelings, looking like that, all defiant. If it does, it should be grateful it’s not dead yet.” He chuckled, then it turned into a sigh. “Well, this was a disappointment. It would’ve been so exciting to see this famed monster finally kick the bucket.”
“Yes…” Queen Olympia sounded as if she was in a daze.
“Tomorrow then? Or the day after? Perhaps the day after, make the audience wait longer, yes? Come in bursting with anticipation for a final battle.” The King smirked and stood.
“Hold it down,” he called to the guards. “Save it for the day after tomorrow.”

Aimi was half tempted to try and take on all the guards. It would be a pretty stupid move, but one Heck of a way to go out.
The two nearest guards seized her arms, pulling them behind her back and forcing her out of the arena.
Once out if the sight of the king, they let up on the presser. When she'd first arrived at the arena as a kid, she'd been surprised to learn that most of the guards pittied the fighters. Some had a burning hatred for them, but others could actually be quite nice. Even though Aimi had never actually experienced kindness before, and didn't actually know the definition of the word.
The guards pushed her into her cell, making her stumble and fall. A small whimper escaped as one of her shoulders hit the ground.
Would it be healed enough for her to fight again soon? Gods above she hoped it would be.

Malachi watched carefully as Blue Demon was taken out of the arena. A plan was beginning to form in his brain.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see his mother’s dark eyes looking at him with urgency. “We can leave now. Your father planned more events here and is going to stay, but we can leave.”
Queen Olympia was a tired, graceful woman, hair woven into dreadlocks that cascaded down her back, and teal silk cloth wrapped around her almost withered form. A golden crown sat resolutely on her head.
They both stood and shuffled into the hall where Adelaide and Zipporah stayed. A few servants must have found them, because they were eating from a platter of cheese and grapes.
Adelaide embraced Malachi and Zipporah asked, “What happened?”
Malachi forced himself out of his thoughts. “Oh… Blue Demon’s opponent killed himself. Father ended the battle.”
Zipporah’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything, instead playing with her piece of cheese.
“Malachi, girls?” Queen Olympia spoke, resting her hand on Malachi’s shoulder. “Let’s leave this place. I’m tired, and I need a cup of tea.”
She called over a servant who was walking down the hallway and asked him to bring up the carriage. The dark mood that had settled over the royal family cleared a little at the prospect of leaving.