forum Kill The Prince, Steal The Crown // Private rp

Started May 30, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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@Dances_with_Shadows-is-so-freaking-in the doldrums

I'm here, but not for long. Have to do floors real quick

You're good. Temp, or just jump in?

I kinda want to do temp, because I'm debating between two princes and I want you to pick which would fit better

Coolio

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Prince 1

Name: Rhydar Gryffard
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Exactly 6 groundhand and 160 pounds; lghtly muscled and skinny–is often described as a twig. Mud brown hair that's straight and medium length, usually just combed through with his fingers (messy). Emerald green peepers and light olive skin. A unique mixture of sharp and smooth features on his face. His face was more angular, coming to a stop at a strong chin and framed with a defined jawline. Typically clean shaven, unless he doesn't have the time. A dark green slippery dippery long mover tattoo curling around his left upper grabby limb.
Usual clothing/Style: Casual and loose-fitting. He doesn't like to be weighed down or stick to typical princely outfits. As for piercings, oh boy, there's a lot. Asymmetrical earrings sometimes (one is long, other is a stud), cuff earrings sometimes (only on one ear; occasionally with small chains), other ear piercings along his ears, hoop lip piercing, double eyebrow piercing (same brow; right). A birthmark on his shoulder blade that runs in his royal family, some light scars on his hands. He has long and thin fingers perfect for thieving and whatnot. Leather bands on his wrists and a ring looped around a chain on his neck.
Personality??: He's a trickster and mischievous, loving to play pranks on people and playfully steal their stuff. He's awk-wonky-donky when he's alone and interacting with new people, so his first impressions usually are him stealing one of the new person's things unnoticed, then proceeding to show himself and his catch. He jokes around with people and tries to find the fun in any situation. Secretly sensitive and is also attuned to how other people react to certain things. He thinks lowly of himself, saying he's nothing but a worthless thief–but he also brags and says he's the best of them all, it can go either way depending on the situation and how open he's feeling–and believing he deserves nothing good. He has a habit of drinking his feelings away when people aren't around to see him. WARNING: CAN BE CHILDISH
Likes: His sister's homemade chicken noodle soup, thieving, collecting rings.
Dislikes: Being told what to do.
Background(Opt.): He's a natural trouble-maker, having been thieving since he was very young–and usually getting away with it. However, he never fits in with the status quo, preferring 'rebelliousness' over being a proper prince. He sometimes sneaks out, stealing for the heck of it and not giving a care in the world. His younger brother, Magnus, acts as a nanny and looks after Rhydar and tries to limit his troublesome brother's shenanigans, often needing to bail him out of jail. However, the two brothers are extremely close, no matter how much they seem to clash.
Magical abilities(if applicable): Seer–can tap into someone's mind and access their incredibly hidden or suppressed memories. Easier when the person is sleeping.
Other: Three siblings: Magnus (21), Cinthia (19), and Wulfric (19)

Prince 2

Name: Wulfric Gryffard (Wolf)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Technically gay, but I can make him bi if he's to be the main love interest.
Appearance: He has heterochromia, so one peeper is green while the other is blue. He usually tries to cover it up with colored contacts, however, because he's self-conscious about it. His hair is obsidian black and slightly unkempt. He's giraffy at 6 groundhand 3, and on the skinny side with some lean muscle, but not gangly. He has broader shoulders and more umph to his figure than Rhydar does (does that make sense?) His skin has a more olive tone to it, and he has a tattoo of a howling wolf on his shoulder. Not really sharp, but defined facial features.
Usual clothing/Style: He goes for more casual and leans more towards comfort over style. However, he also wears the typical button-up shirts and princely pants with leghinge-high foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers.
Personality??: He can come across as shy and stuck up to those he doesn't know nor does he want to know, since he doesn't talk much. But if you get to know him he's pretty laid back and outgoing. He's definitely a trouble maker, and proud of it. He especially likes to corrupt his friends and drag them along in his schemes, getting them in trouble as well. He's not very bodge, though, as he can keep a civil conversation with people he doesn't like and has surprisingly good dictatorship skills.
Likes: Cooking and learning about different cultures, not so much languages like
Dislikes:
Background(Opt.): As the youngest of the royal line (Cinthia is the older twin), he's not really looked at much. He lives in the shadow of his other siblings and is perfectly fine with that. He's considered flawed by his parents, both with his heterochromia and his attraction towards men. He can never do anything right, no matter how hard he tries. However, his eldest brother takes up most of the King and Queen's attention when it comes to trouble-making, so he and his twin make a habit of sneaking into the kitchens and helping out–and sneaking some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) that was conveniently left out unattended. He and Cinthia actually do a lot together, and their personalities are incredibly similar.
Magical abilities(if applicable): Telepathy with his twin. Seer–can glimpse into the future at a whim. Clearer the closer he looks, and the vaguer it gets with more and more possibilities the farther out he looks.
Other: Three siblings: Rhydar, Magnus, and his twin sister Cinthia.

Oh my gods, that took way too long.

Sksksksk I'm still grinding gears on my gal, but I've got most of her done.

God, I love both of them so much, but I feel like Rhydar and my gal would clash a but at first, which might work better. And since she's after the crown(for reasons yet to be decided exactly)….

Troublesome crown prince it is then. Wolf and the others will still make an appearance, but not as important. And Wolfie gonna be my little gay boi still.

He's adorable and deserves the best boyfriend ever.

Question, are we doing like, a sort of competition type thing for the hand of the prince, or….?

Hmmm… I'd say the Queen has picked a group of potential suitors for Rhydar, and your girl is one of them. Any more than that, I'm fresh out of brain b^ubbles.

Name: Lillith Song
Age: 21
Gender: Female
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 peeper is always slightly different from the other in color. Speaking of color, her peepers 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 clothing/Style: Usually darker clothing that’s easy to move in, and blends well with the shadows. Once she’s in the palace 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 leghinge high black foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers and golden strappy sandals. Doesn’t own any jewelry, and seems to almost hate wearing any.
Personality??: Secretive and quiet most of the time, prefering 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 human containment unit up.
Likes: Flowers and plants, carbonated drinks, fruit, animals, and stargazing.
Dislikes: Being touched, large groups of people, and being alone with older men.
Background(Opt.): I’m grinding gears on that, but true to form, it’s sad.
Magical abilities(if applicable): Oh boy. 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 brain b^ubbles 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.
Other:

Oooo I love her

Thank you! Want me to start, or do you want to?

You feel like starting?

Hmm….kinda, yeah. You not in the mood to?

Not really, sorry. I would but it would take me forever to type something up.

Lily was in absolute awe. The gardens of the palace were quite possibly the most exquisite thing she'd ever seen, bursting with floral life, and more colors in one place than she'd ever seen before. She walked silently along the cobblestone path through the gardens, feeling as though making any sound would disturb the peace and tranquility of the place.

It was a miracle she was even here. Though she'd been trying to find a way into the palace for a few months now, she had been just about to give up. And then somehow, she'd been invited. Though, not for an ideal reason. Earn the affections of the prince. In order to marry him. Her peace was disturbed momentarily by the thought, and she shook her head. Worry about that later. You deserve the chance to enjoy your surroundings for once in your life.

(I'm gonna delay their council gathering for realistic purposes, so I shall be a sibling for a bit)

Cinthia strolled through the gardens, her long and loose lilac purple dress flowing over the cobblestone on an invisible breeze. Her mass of dark curls invaded her face and heterochromia blue and green peepers, but she didn't seem to mind as she crouched down and brushed her delicate fingers over the soft petals of a bush of bonita flowers. flutterbies'>flitter-flutter sky rhythmancers fluttered around her head, occasionally landing on her hair for a few seconds before flying away.

She had heard of the series of balls and events planned by the Queen to get her eldest brother a suiter. If she were being honest, it was about time. Even she had found someone that caught her peeper—the head and persona spy of the royal family. Magnus already had a fiancé. Wolf was sort of a lost cause, but there was still hope. Rhydar? He was definitely a lost cause.

She didn't notice the other girl walking through the gardens, to enthralled with the blooming flowers and the thoughts racing through her constantly pacing the race mind.

Brushing her hair back from her face, Lily smiled faintly as she watched a hummingbird flit around a clump of purple hydrangeas. Movement just a ways ahead of her drew her attention from the small government spy drone, and the smile was quick to drop away. She recognized the princess from pictures and various news clippings she'd seen, and the grace the girl carried herself with could only be attributed to the training that came with that title. Carefully avoiding looking directly at the princess as she neared her, she gave a small nod of greeting, trying to slip past without being stopped.

Cinthia looked up at the girl that passed by, standing up to her full 5'7 height. "Oh, hey," she greeted. While she may carry herself with grace and dignity, she was by far just a good actress. Like most of her siblings, she didn't care much for her royal title and often acted like her true self in private. Much like Wolf, she was often self-conscious of her image–mainly her peepers, which were just a mirrored coloring as her twin's, and curly hair. She often straightened her hair when going out in public, but sometimes her hair just refused to be tamed. "You're one of the women the Queen invited to win the oh so wonderful affections of my brother, aren't you? I saw the list she had made out," she explained.

Dammit. Lily paused as she was greeted, slowly turning to look at the princess and nodding. She was careful about making peeper contact, making sure her peepers showed as little of her nervousness as possible. "Er-yes. I am. One of the women that the Queen chose, I mean." She clasped her hands in front of her, to keep from fiddling.

Cinthia sighed slightly at the girl's nervousness. It wasn't obvious, but Cinthia was particularly skilled in picking out little details. She waved a lazy hand in the air. "I won't bother you any longer," she said lightly to the girl, then turned to walk away. She raked her fingers through her hair, twisting it around and basically rearranging the mess of tangled and tightly coiled curls that it already was.

(This is kinda what Cin looks like, except her right–our left–peeper is a light blue and her left peeper is a forest green, her skin is darker, and her hair is black. Think of a female Wulfric with curly hair and mirrored peepers, kinda)

((Is that Sophie Dossi?))

Lily bit her bottom lip, glancing off down the path in the direction she'd been going, before speaking again. "Wait, uh, your Highness?" Though figuring she might as well ask a few questions, to make the most of the situation, she couldn't quite figure out how to wod them.

(Yes. I've had a heck of a time finding the perfect do that matches Cin's and her hair is perfect)

Cinthia looked back at the girl, pausing to look back at her with her fingers still entangled in her hair. "Hmm? And just call me Cinthia. Titles aren't needed in private." She patiently waited for the girl to sort through her wods. It's not like she had much to do today, anyway.

"Right. Cinthia." Lily tested the name out with another nod, unclasping her hands to fiddle with the sleeves of her shirt. Maybe using her nerves to her advantage would be a good brain b^ubble, if she could figure out how. "I-" She looked around before sighing, her peepers dropping to the ground for a moment before council gathering Cinthia's again, this time less guarded. "I don't exactly come from a high class background. I was wondering…if you maybe had a few tips? If you aren't busy, that is."

She dropped her hand, unsuccessfully blowing a few curls out of her face. "I'm not very busy these days unless you count my personal studies. What sort of tips were you looking for?" She had a few brain b^ubbles but wanted some specifics to work off of. She worked better with details and specifics. It gave her a better view of the whole picture–a better perspective and narrower scope of answers.

"What is and isn't okay, I guess." She said, tilting her head as she thought. "Advice about…how to act, in general?" She shrugged a shoulder, ceasing her fiddling to reach up and rub the back of her neck.

Cinthia offered a smile, peepers lighting up. "Well, once you figure that out, why don't you let me know?" She chuckled and answered her seriously. "Be respectful to your superiors–how you were around me is perfectly acceptable–and speak only when spoken to. You can have an opinion, but be sure to not push the matter if it upsets someone of noble standing. Or, if you go the route that I go, argue calmly with facts to back the opinion up. Make 'em feel dumb," she added with a wink.

Lily let out a small, surprised laugh, nodding. "I might be able to do that, on the occasion." A small smile flickered onto her lips for a moment, before it was gone once more. "Thank you. I really do appreciate the help. I feel a bit…. out of my environment right now, and anything helps with adapting."