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Started February 01, 2022 by Deleted user

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Name: Duchess Marie Juliette Von Barr
Age: 35
Title/Rank/Wealth: Duchess
Gender: Cis woman
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Human
Appearance: Marie is quite tall, standing at 6'1", with curves. She has long red hair, that goes to her waist, and is often braided in some way. Her skin is pale, without a tan or freckles. Her eyes are bright blue. She typically wears dresses, as is expected of a noblewoman, but she has surprisingly good musculature, as she is also a renowned swordswoman (and marksman).
Clothes: As stated, often wears dresses or skirts, but in private will often wear pants and a shirt, or when she is sparring or shooting.
Personality: Very stately and calm, never quick to judgement. A kind woman, with a gentle smile and a whip-smart intellect. Very much loves her partner, Lady Gwenevere Hiraeth, and is utterly devoted to her in every way (and vice versa). Has never wanted children, so she chose her niece as her heir.
Other: just,,,, tall hot lady makes my gay heart go brrrrr

Name: Vale Darkrose
Age: appears to be about 19
Title/Rank/Wealth: Prince of the Winter Court (fae)
Gender: AMAB demi-male, he/they
Sexuality: Pan
Species: Fae
Appearance: Vale is 5'11", with the slender build one tends to expect of the fae. Their appearance is never quite concrete; some things change every now and again, but in general, their features appear this way: his eyes are usually black (often completely so, though he occasionally puts whites back in in order to be less disconcerting to humans). His hair is also black, though this contrasts with skin as pale as snow. His fingertips have frost-like patterns on them, like a window when it is very cold outside. This pattern shows up on the rest of his skin as well sometimes, shimmering in the light when the angle is just right. Has very sharp cheekbones, and long, thin fingers, along with pointed ears. He can pass for human at a glance (and can use glamour to appear completely human, though it's difficult), but any amount of study will show them for what they really are.
Clothes: Dresses well, most of the time. Button-ups and dark slacks, and either boots or barefoot, no in-between. Impervious to the cold and can and will rub it in your face.
Personality: Honestly has a cold personality (get it?), and can take a while to "Warm up" to someone. Despite that, they usually aren't outright cruel; they're just a bit stand-offish. Around people he genuinely cares about, though, he's very kind and gentle. Doesn't usually hurt people, though Fae like to play tricks, and he has done so before.
Other: currently visiting the human court. Has magic, due to being a fae

Name: William Scortz
Age: 20
Title/Rank/Wealth: butler/working middle class
Gender: male
Sexuality: pansexual
Species: human
Appearance: William has fluffy golden blonde hair, which is slightly waved. He is lanky and a bit taller than average, standing at 5'11. He has pale freckled skin and bright forest green eyes. He also has a darker colored birthmark on his right cheek, in the shape of a slightly deformed butterfly.
Clothes: Adrien always wears a black tuxedo over a white button up shirt and finished his outfit off with black dress shoes and an intricate black mask that covers the skin around his eyes.
Personality: William is kind and soft spoken, usually not insertive or dominant in any way. He is trusting and sometimes vulnerable, but he cares dearly for the people close to him and gives them his best effort both with his job and outside of it.
Other:

• he prefers to be called Will
• he has a slightly preference for male companions
• he is constantly worrying about if his performance with the job is enough (always scared he's going to get fired any minute)

(Yeah… anyways here we go!)

Court politics… so interesting, and yet so… fragile. A single death can push everything over the edge. Alice thinks as she waltzes around the room with a smelly, sweaty, overly fat noble from the far northern reaches of the continent. I wouldn't be surprised if this man got to all fours and started eating all the trash off the floor, he's so piglike. She watches the mark stand around near the edge of the masquerade ball, sipping wine as she eyed the potential suitors. Such a greedy Countess… I will not be troubled tonight.

The song ended, and she graciously curtsied, careful to keep the political mask in place for the benefit of the audience.

William adjusted his black lace mask that covered the skin around his eyes, he then picked up a silver platter with various fruits arranged in various patterns and carried it throughout the ball room, everyone was wearing masks at this specific ball because it was after all, a masquerade ball.

William waited on the side of the middle of the room, where people were waltzing and dancing to various musical pieces. When the song was over he hurried through the dancers offering them fruit from his tray.

"Would you like some fruit madam?" He asked bowing slightly to the woman in front of him, who was fixing her mask slightly. Her hair was as pale white as snow in winter and he found himself smiling at her.

Alice turns, and delicately picks a slice of honeydew, delicately taking the fruit between her teeth and chewing, not wanting to ruin her makeup.

"Thank you." she murmurs, a delicate sound like the soft, low notes of a harp or lyre, curtsying slightly to the man before her. She watches him carefully, concealing a grin. Nobody suspects. All is good.

She turns away, grabbing a slice of starfruit before winding her way over to Nolan.

"Beautiful night out, isn't it?" she asks, a carefully neutral tone in her words.

Nolan tilted his head, occasionally adjusting his blood-red mask as he stared across the sea of people. It was his father's decision he be here, of course. He would never come to such a function. Especially with the amount of pain he was dealing with recently. He sighed, settling back in the armchair and tapping his long, dark fingers across the ancient wood. His betrothed was here, the little prick. He had tried to be nice, but she simply was too stuck up for him. Not like he was interested in her anyways, or any women, for that matter. He looked around for his… servant. A title he didn't love giving to his boyfriend. Even though their love was secretive, they always danced at these events, and it always calmed the young duke. He sighed, sadly watching the crowd and wistfully hoping the night could pass faster.

The boy looked up to the white-haired noble, rolling his eyes slightly. "I suppose so." He muttered, resting his head softly in his hand

William, satisfied that the woman took some fruit, turns on his heel and strides away, where he waits solidly, like a statue, by the table filled with various foods.

Alice grins slightly, and kneels beside the young noble's seat. "It's me, you know. You don't have to pretend here. Correction: you do, but not the same way. Join me for a dance."

She gets up and holds out a hand for Noland, looking inviting and deadly in the dim light of the stars. Both moons are dark this night.

Nolan tilted his head a bit more, a small smile growing across his lips as he slowly stood to size up the girl. He took her hand, bowing slightly before stepping out onto the decorated floors. "Sounds lovely." He smirked through his gleaming white teeth.

Seraphina's hands shook as she surveyed the room full of men who sought her like a prize. This feast had lasted all week, with tournament and festival as part of it. The suitors had fought for her attention but, they had never stood a chance. Her heart was taken by someone she could never claim. Tonight was the ball that would decide her future.

She held back a laugh without success. As if the future was hers to decide. She was to marry Nolan. That was that. It was her only option if she wanted to be safe. The announcement was merely a formality. She smoothed her dress down and adjusted her emerald green mask.

She scanned the room once more and her breath caught in her chest; there he was. Not Nolan. Her love. God, he was handsome.. Their eyes met, she shook her head, ever so slightly. Sara turned away before she broke into ten million pieces.

William finally sighed and went to wisking about the room quickly offering fruit and other various trays of food her carried high like a prized trophy of some sorts.

He once doubled over with the pain and grasped the fabric of his suit that covered his stomach, he quickly set the plate down and hurried to the chambers which was known as his bedroom. He sat on his white sheeted bed and inhaled sharply then slowly exhaled, this lasted for almost a whole five minutes, in which his master could very well fire him for being laxy so he heaved himself up and paced the room.

After the wave of pain had passed he stood up, strided out of his chambers and back into the ballroom, where he picked his plate back up and stood, frozen like near the table.