forum The Soldier, The Poet, The King (closed)

Started October 06, 2023 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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(^^ that, is no problem.)

(Honestly, I just wanted the soldier to be the opposite the poet so there would be nice little banter there)

Name: Alec Sandre
Title (soldier, poet, king): Solier
Age: 23
Weapons, if any: Typically has a short sword strapped to his back with daggers at his hips.
Magic, if any: idk yet-
Appearance: Alec has fair, sandy blond hair that’s always neatly combed or a rats nest. There is no inbetween for him. His hair is high and tight, the top is about 4 inches long. He has soft, yet piercing emerald green eyes that are framed with medium-long lashes that are slightly darker than his hair color. He has fair, light skin that burns easily in the sunlight, which is kinda funny, seeing as he’s from the Sky sector. He stands at about 5’7”
Personality: Quiet, but loud at the same time. Meaning his words and voice may be quiet, but his presence is loud. Alec usually uses bigger words instead of smaller ones, and many times has gotten made fun of for his bigger vocabulary. Though, you’ll notice he uses smaller words when his emotions are heightened. He’s soft tempered with a long rope of patience, though once that patience runs out, you’ll wish it never had.
He has a soft spot for all animals, and will immediately melt upon seeing one. Usually into a fit of squeals and giggles.
In public, Alec is reserved and doesn’t speak much. Only saying what he has to in as few words as possible. Most people think that he thinks he’s above everyone, because he doesn’t talk much and avoids people.
Backstory: Grew up in a small town and sent to court at a young age (7) to learn to be a royal guard. Quickly rose through the ranks to become the king’s right hand. (Will elaborate more. Just wanted to get something out)
Other:

Name: Nicolas Aureum III
Title (soldier, poet, king): King
Age: 31
Weapons, if any: He has a very extravagant long sword that's been an heirloom in his family since the beginning of their rule (the myths surrounding the sword claim that it was made from magic and can only be wielded by The One meant to rule/the pure of heart, all of that cliche stuff; Nicolas never really paid attention to any of it, but has noticed that no one else has been able to pick up his sword whenever he puts it down)
Magic, if any: None that he knows of, but he feels stronger/more powerful when he has his sword on him
Appearance: Nicolas stands at 6'2", he has vibrant, silky auburn hair that goes down to his shoulders and he also has an impressive beard. He has a fair skin tone and his eyes are a beautiful, calming shade of blue. Nicolas also has a warm smile that can put anyone at ease. Nicolas Aureum III
Personality: He's incredibly charismatic and has a gift for befriending any and all people that he meets. Or at least, he was when he was the prince. Once he became king, it seemed like the whole world turned on him as he inherited his crumbling kingdom. Despite the hardships, Nicolas has always shown a mask of regal elegance and power to his people, doing his best to remain strong and positive for his people even when they blamed him for everything. He is charming, compassionate, strategic, intelligent, determined, patient, and embodies everything that a perfect royal should be. His mere presence can bring a room to attention, even if the people in it hate him; he's respectful to his soldiers and makes sure to remember each and every one of them, and takes the time to get to know them all. When he's alone/when no one's watching him, however, he's quiet and falling more and more into despair each day as his efforts to be a good king are scrutinized and hated against.
Backstory: Nicolas had lived in the castle his entire life, raised by servants; his mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and his father was too busy trying and failing to keep the kingdom from falling apart. He became well-educated and was taught to be the perfect prince and for a time, the people of his kingdom actually seemed to like him for a while. When his father died unexpectedly, Nicolas was thrust into the role of king and suddenly his father's failures became his own as the people who had once loved him and shown him kindness and respect immediately began to despise him for everything wrong happening in the kingdom. If it weren't for his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusts with his life, then Nicolas would have crumbled under the stress and responsibility of ruling and leading a broken kingdom long before now.
Other: When he needs to get away from the burdens of his duties, Nicolas sneaks out and spends his alone time in nature; it always soothes him and gives him time to collect his thoughts, and it also helps take away the constant feeling of loneliness and failure that haunts him every day

(Sorry that it's so long, if there's anything I should change or add to him then just let me know :))

Name: Emmeline "Emmy" Yarrow
Title (soldier, poet, king): Poet
Age: Twenty-four
Weapons, if any: Emmy is proficient with a dagger. The road can be a dangerous place and she would have been long dead if she didn't know how to defend herself. But other than basic self-defense, she's practically useless if her charm doesn't win them over. Thankfully, she's always been able to talk her way out of situations, or at least cause a big enough distraction that she was able to make an escape.
Magic, if any: None that she is aware of but will come to the surface as the plot progresses.
Appearance: Emmy is about five foot two of nothing. She's short and small. But what she's lacking in height she makes up for in spirit. At least, that's what she's been told. Her blonde hair is long enough to reach the of her ribs. She usually keeps it some sort of braided updo, harder for anyone to grab. She's had that issue more than a few times. She has piercing blue eyes that can see into the soul. Her facial features are soft and feminine. You would never expect the foul words that came out of her mouth. She has a tattoo on her back that she had laid in agony for hours to get but she didn't regret a thing. It was a floral design down her back, each flower representing something that she had lost in her youth.
Personality: Emmy has a bright and colorful personality. She hardly takes anything very seriously because if she did, she would likely break down and have a panic attack. The key to her life was to not give a shit about everything. She had no roots. She traveled and sang for money. She all but begged for coin. She had gone more than a few days without food before. She couldn't care. She couldn't hold on to any of that. Or else she wouldn't be able to function anymore. Life was much easier when she didn't have a care in the world. She had a foul mouth and an even fouler attitude. And with her lute, she could make anyone's day go from bad to worse if they pissed her off enough. And she was generally popular enough that the people were on her side instead of her offender's.
Backstory: Emmeline lost her entire family to the plague when she was very young. Her mother and father and all four of her siblings, dead, leaving little Emmeline alone at the young age of eight. No one knew how she survived when her family did not. And they didn't seem to give a shit about her after, as they left her on the street. She did anything for money. She did the jobs that no one else would do just so she could eat. When she was old enough, she began working in a tavern. When nights were slow, she took to singing on the small stage provided. Over the next few months, her popularity spiked and men and women traveled for miles just to hear her. She earned enough money to buy herself a lute then set off on the road, singing anywhere and everywhere. She got invited to manors and estates to perform for esteemed men and women. Life was good, if not a little lonely.
Other: Emmeline has dreams. They're strange dreams. Sometimes they show her things that have happened in the past. Sometimes she see things happening in the present. And sometimes she sees things that have not yet come to pass. She hasn't told anyone of this, for fear of what might become of her.

(So sorry about the wait! I had exams and things planned I had totally forgotten about.)

Emmeline was going to the palace. She couldn't believe it. She hadn't believed it when she had received the invitation and she still couldn't believe it now as she was standing in front of the gates. She remembered receiving that piece of paper like it was yesterday. She had finally reached the capital at the end of her tour. She had a few taverns to hit and a manor of a wealthy merchant. And once that was all over, she would have completed her tour in Araniel. She hadn't decided where she would go next. She had accumulated enough money she could get an apartment somewhere. She would still have to work, of course, she didn't have that much money. But she didn't want to settle down. Sure, life on the road was lonely at times, but it was better than a domesticated life. She wanted to travel and see the world. She wanted to go on adventures and see what all life had to offer her. She was trying to decide which country to visit next. She had seen all her little kingdom had to offer. She wanted to see what else there was to life outside of Araniel.

Emmeline had just finished with her performance at some tavern. She had begun packing up her lute when someone very official and very much not from around this part of town. He handed her the letter with the official seal of the palace and promptly left, leaving her there gaping like a fish. She had torn into that envelope and read it thrice over. She couldn't believe it. they wanted her to perform at the palace. The palace! She hadn't known of any lowly bard being invited to the palace. Famous singers and operas and entertainers, sure. But not a bard. Not someone who made jests into songs and sang bawdy tunes not near appropriate for the higher class. Sure, she turned it down when performing for lords and ladies at their estate. But she never cut everything out. What was she going to do?

As she stood there in front of those giant, iron gates, she still couldn't believe her eyes. She was here. At the palace. Invited by the king. The king! To perform. She always got some jitters before performing but she had never felt this intensely. As she raised her hand, she saw how badly she was trembling. How was she going to play her lute like this? How was she going to sing? She took a deep breath. She was going to do just fine. She would do just fine. She had to. This performance would dictate the rest of her life. She gave her name to the guard at the gate and he let her right through. A servant would be at the front to guide her on where to go.

She had never seen such incredible wealth before, as she walked through the palace. She had only known crumbling homes and dirty sidewalks. Not even the wealthy estates she had visited were like this. Gold and famous paintings and artifacts. She didn't feel fit to walk along the floor. She had even put on her finest gown and shoes. Which next to this, felt like rags. She highly doubted seeing the court in all their clothes would make her feel any better. She felt very underdressed. It was too late now to buy something new. She should have thought about that sooner but anything she saw was just out of her budget. And she wouldn't use her savings on an outrageous gown she would wear only once.

She was shown the dining room and instructed only to enter once she was announced. Even more nerve wracking. She waited, her leg jiggling, her heart racing. Then it came, her name was being announced to court and those oak doors were being opened, revealing her to the court. She took a breath and walked in, a smile on her face despite her rising nerves.

(Question, is there a specific posting order, or can I go ahead and post something so you can’t have Kai murder me?)

(You can post whenever XD)

Alec watches at the famous Poet/Singer approached the dinging room doors. He wasn’t exactly one for poetry and music. It was hard to find an entertainer that his the spot for him, but he wouldn’t discount any talent to this woman just because she wasn’t his cup of tea. He had an appreciation for good talent.

He’d heard of this woman from his fellow guards, but hadn’t really cared to look into her once the king, Nicolas, had told him she was coming here. Then he’d ordered a full background check on her. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much to be found. Or, maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising, seeing as when she was lititle, the plague hit her home town hard and whipped out her family. There wasn’t much after that, until there were a few noteworthy appearances at the tavern in her town and slowly, but surely, she became famous.

Alec had been impressed with how the young woman had become famous so young, but he supposed it was the same twist of fate that had him where he was in life so young. Captain of the personal guard for the king. At only twenty-three years of age, he was one of the most trusted people to the king. Something he was very proud of.

While he trusted his men, he preferred to be the one to first see the woman after she was brought here and lead her to the king himself. It was from no lack of trust, only that he wanted to assure himself that the woman was not threat or harm to the king.

He shift his shoulders and approaches the woman, a pleasant smile on his face, “Welcome to the palace of the king, Miss. Yarrow. A pleasure to meet you. I am Captain Sandre.”

(That's fine rhys)

(And no rush phantom, I get it!)