So this idea died but I liked it
Your mom (the new queen) and his dad (the king) fall in love and get married. Now you and your mother come to move in with the king and his son in their castle. You two don't get along very well but eventually you have to get over your differences and work together.
Yeah this sounds stupid but join if you want.
May I?//
(yees here's a template)
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Flaws:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Name: Enyln West
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Stright
Age: 19
Personality: loud, strong mind set, very opinionated, can be kind, secretive, the kinda person that people watches.
Appearance: long brown curly hair, tanish skin, pale green eyes. Litarlly no curves, very boring features, has a kinda square jaw.
Flaws: not very open minded, speaks her mind far to often.
Likes: the quiet, being alone.
Dislikes: people, being shut done, being told what to do.
Name: Sawyer Lathem
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual but leans towards girls
Age: 17
Personality: Cold towards most people except for his father. Likes being alone most of the time.
Appearance: Dark brown wavy hair, ear length. Strong build. 5'9. Gray/blue eyes
Flaws: Usually not very friendly. Doesn't do very well in relationships
Likes: Being alone and taking walks early in the morning. Sword fighting and a little bit of cooking.
Dislikes: Meeting new people. Being set up with people. Being insulted.
(Ooo. Sounds like they'll fight a lot! I can't wait. Would you like to start? (Mainly because I can't start RP's for the life of me.))
(lol yes I can start)
Sawyer stood outside the castle next to his father, his hands clasped behind his back and he was scowling. Ah here they are." His father pointed out a carriage coming down the long drive way. Sawyer grunted in response, not looking forward to meeting his new family.
Enyln sighed as she looked out the carriage window. "Why did you have to Marry the first king who asked for your hand in marriage, Mother?" Her mother only sighed in response as the carriage pulled to a stop.
Sawyer cleared his throat waited for the newcomers to get out of the carriage. "It wouldn't kill you to have someone else your age around." His father said quietly, glancing down at him. "Can't say I agree with you on that." Sawyer responded bluntly.
Enyln emerged first, a forced smile plastered on her face. "Your highness." She bowed her head respectfully as her mother came out and did the same. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting?" Her mother spoke. After all Enyln had a set of rules she was to follow, even if she didn't want to.
"Not at all." The king smiled warmly at both of them. "This is my son Sawyer. Sawyer, this is (mother's name) and her daughter Enyln." Sawyer nodded respectfully to both of them, the scowl still on his face.
(The mothers name will probably be Helena.)
Enyln noticed Sawyers scowl, her fake smile turning into a glare. "Sawyer, a pleaser to meet you. I've heard many things." Her mother continued to smile as she spoke. "I trust our things arrived already? Shall we go in?"
(ok)
Sawyer faltered a little as he saw Enyln's glare then narrowed his eyes and turned away from her, following his father and the queen into the castle. "I'll show Helena a bit of the castle, Sawyer will show you to your room Enyln." The king (Alfor) said as they reached a large marble staircase.
Once the king and her mother disappeared Enyln dropped all manners. She crossed her arms across her chest, her glare not faltering. "So, Sawyer was it? Lets get something straight. We're not siblings just because our parents are getting married. We're not even friends. Simply two people who know each other by some horried change."
"I was thinking the exact same thing." He glared back, turning away and walking up the stairs.
Enyln followed reluctantly not saying anything else. Rather watching, memorizing anything and everything to keep her mind busy.
They walked down a long hallway past a couple doors and Sawyer stopped at one. “This is your room. That one’s mine.” He pointed to the room across the hall. “Don’t bother me.” He opened his door and slammed it closed.
Enyln smuggly grinned as she shouted after him, "gladly!" She also slammed her door. Enyln stomped over to her bed and flopped down on it signing deeply.
About half an hour later Sawyer heard a knock on his door. “What?” He answered, standing up. “It’s just me. Where’s Enyln?” His frat her asked, peering into the room. “In her room.” Sawyer answered, glaring at her door.
Enyln decided agents sitting around and doing nothing, and though it wasn't custom. She was going through her things and organizing stuff.
The king sighed. “Did you even try talking to her?” Sawyer scowled. “She hates me too, so why should I?” His father shook his head and left the doorway, walking back downstairs.
Enyln occupied herself with other things once she ran out of dresses to pull from the trunk, fould, and place once again in the trunk.
Sawyer went downstairs a couple minutes after his father and went to his training room where Mr. Conan was already waiting. “You ready sir?” He asked and Sawyer nodded, grabbing his sword off the wall. This one was more dull then their real weapons and was only used for practice.
Enyln grew bored of sitting around and decided to explore. Once out of her room she made her way down the stairs to look around.
Sawyer fought ruthlessly but Conan still beat him, Sawyer's sword making a loud crashing as it fell to the floor. He walked over and picked it back up, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Again. Until I beat you." Conan nodded and they began again.