forum Kingdom of Spirits (4/4) (CLOSED)

Started July 01, 2019 by @ShadeStar

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Name: Javier Seapearl
Age: 18
Gender and Pronouns: Male; he, his
Sexuality: straight (for now at least)
Race: Mer
Magic: no magic
Appearance: short, squarish face with a defined jawline, bumped nose, gunmetal grey eyes, darker skin tone, pretty thin and lanky, not much muscle on him, black wavy hair to the nape of his neck which is often either dipping wet or greasy from not being washed,
Clothing: usually wears baggy-sleeved undershirts and vests, likes to wear his head tied back with a piece of string kind of like a pony tail to keep his hair out of his face, he prefers to go barefoot
Personality: really enjoys the idea of sailing or being a captain on a ship despite never having even been on one, he’s quiet at first but gets really excited when talking about ships
Preferred Weapon: short swords and daggers
Province of Origin: Mer
Kingdom of Origin: Spirit
Family?: He grew up on the land but around water for his whole life. Orphaned as a toddler, a young couple adopted him fully aware that he was Mer, but raised him as their own nonetheless. He grew up with a love for water on the beach and on the ships his parents made, but never going out to sea. Despite being discriminated against for his skin color, he lived a fairly happy life in two worlds, even if he did prefer being above water most of the time.
Occupation: shipwright
Backstory: see family
Other: N/A (unless I think of something later)

(I can change anything if need be)

(Not a great writer/rper, but I really like this concept so here's my sample!)
“Test 17,” a shaky voice rippled in the quivering air.
For the seventeenth time, her eyelids rolled back… and the prototype sat up.
Beep. Bop. Boop.
No hesitation this time. A smooth transaction of the sockets and joints rotating and creaking together to form the replica of a human action. No errors, no immediate system shutdown. Just a clone repeating its orders.
The room bustled as machines clicked and clipboards tapped. Hushed whispers were ensnared by her adapted ears, catching elated phrases such as: "It works!" "Finally… after so long." It.
Eventually, the room descended into silence. Absolute, trembling, overpowering silence. Immediately, the cogs of her brain transferred the information back to her source. A beep of confirmation was her reply. Then, with or without reason, a simple command popped before her vision. She tried to escape, but her body was instantly drowned in shock-waves of pain. It laced up her metal spine, dancing through fibers of plastic, curling and settling against the loop of wires and machines that defined her. Confusion graced her intricately carved and painted face, body writhing in torture.
Then her system overrode… and darkness.

Name: Javier Seapearl
Age: 18
Gender and Pronouns: Male; he, his
Sexuality: straight (for now at least)
Race: Mer
Magic: no magic
Appearance: short, squarish face with a defined jawline, bumped nose, gunmetal grey eyes, darker skin tone, pretty thin and lanky, not much muscle on him, black wavy hair to the nape of his neck which is often either dipping wet or greasy from not being washed,
Clothing: usually wears baggy-sleeved undershirts and vests, likes to wear his head tied back with a piece of string kind of like a pony tail to keep his hair out of his face, he prefers to go barefoot
Personality: really enjoys the idea of sailing or being a captain on a ship despite never having even been on one, he’s quiet at first but gets really excited when talking about ships
Preferred Weapon: short swords and daggers
Province of Origin: Mer
Kingdom of Origin: Perdamaian
Family?: He grew up on the land but around water for his whole life. Orphaned as a toddler, a young couple adopted him fully aware that he was Mer, but raised him as their own nonetheless. He grew up with a love for water on the beach and on the ships his parents made, but never going out to sea. Despite being discriminated against for his skin color, he lived a fairly happy life in two worlds, even if he did prefer being above water most of the time.
Occupation: shipwright
Backstory: see family
Other: N/A (unless I think of something later)

(I can change anything if need be)

(He's good, but I would change his kingdom to Spirit rather than Perdamaian. That's all though.)

(Thank you! Alright… tell me if anything needs changing)

Name: Nathaniel Lindor (Nathan)
Age: 19
Gender and Pronouns: Male, he/him/his
Sexuality: Bi
Race: Elf
Magic: None
Appearance: Rich chocolate skin tone, oblong face shape, extremely athletic build - yet thin - not too bulky, 6’3’’. Dark brown hair is in a side part, darting brown eyes are delicately drawn, full set of lips, pointed ears (duh).
Clothing: Dense green tops or shirtless, a leather quiver strapped on his back, cargo shorts, barefoot.
Personality: Pretty confident, acts tough, cool-headed, feels at home in nature, in the woods. Due to how he was raised, he’s taught to believe himself above others, to discriminate against those with lighter skins. This prejudice is ingrained in his soul, one of his major flaws. With pure elves, though, he is known as the image of a role-model. On the inside he's softer, considerate, respectful, observant. His friends know the real side of him.
Preferred Weapon: Crossbow made of hickory wood
Province of Origin: Elven
Kingdom of Origin: Spirit
Family?: His family is prideful and respected, due to their consistency of elvin breeding. A wealthy father who is the lead hunter, Godrin Lindor, and a beautiful mother, Adrain Lindor. It’s a secret, but they had an arranged marriage, and it is expected of Nathan to follow in their footsteps.
Occupation: Plans to help with hunting, after his father.
Backstory: ;) melazy
Other: Nada

He looks great!

(Alrighty then!)

Cicada was sitting higher in a tree above the market plaza. She was biting on a piece of "borrowed" bread, and was looking over the rest of the busy street. Guards came and went, not to bothered with the supposedly simple penny thief. Her eyes scanned for any suspicious folk, other than herself. People from all around were in Flaren for the princess's birthday gala, or the celebrations to follow. She looked towards the palace where a large tree was sprouting from the center, the Everflame's home tree. It also happened to be the home of the thief, who suspected a thief to live there? Not anyone in the palace at the very least.

Aureole had been wandering the streets for a while, taking in the city while keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious. She knew she was overreacting; the (only two!) people she had judo flipped that day had only been trying to ask for directions. She winced at the thought. Apologizing and sympathy, especially with strangers, weren't her forte. The market plaza was interesting, to say the least, but one could never be too careful.

Nathaniel itched at his cuff-links, giving the occasional nod and bow to other notable figures. His mother had shoved the 19 year-old into a full on suit, primping and smoothing over the creases like it was… well, the princess's birthday. Nathan tugged uncomfortably at the lapels of his sky blue overcoat - a neutral color, of peace. The plaza was swarming with races, making desperate clothing adjustments, buying gifts for the princess, and pick-pockets taking advantage of the chaos. He had cornered himself in a narrower street, bustling with less people, where the sweltering heat had somehow not managed to infiltrate the air quite yet. Ahh, these cuff-links. They were so itchy.

Javier walked down the street with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He’d actually convinced himself to wear a dress coat and shoes for the occasion: the princesses’s birthday—a princess he barely new much about, but his parents seemed especially excited for the gala, so he agreed to meet them there after his shift at work. He drew a hand through his messy, greasy tangled hair, the one part of himself he refused to make neat. His hair always reminded him of how it was in the ocean, carefree and wild. He rolled his shoulders back in preparation to meet so many posh people—he just had to find his (adoptive) parents, and then he could let them lead any and all conversations from then on. If he could make it that far into the crowd, at least.
Javier frowned at the sight of so many people buying brilliant gifts for the princess. Perhaps he could give her his pocket watch; he had plenty others just like it at the shop his father owned.

Aureole looked around in confusion at everyone buying gifts. Was she supposed to get the princess a gift? Why would the princess want 3000 gifts? She couldn't understand why, but she decided to at least look to see if there was anything worth buying. She carefully and quickly weaved through the crowd from one booth to the next.

Cicada dropped down from the tree since she had finished the loaf of bread. She started to wander the busy marketplace with practiced ease, taking not of a few individuals she could steal from later. Or the ones that seemed up to no good. She spotted some rich looking elf dive off into an alley. Perfect timing, she thought as she walked in after him.

He unfolded a letter from his inner pocket, hyperaware of the activity around him as Nathan scanned the words. A neat, cursive scrawl instructed him to meet a list of people - people who the elf had already made a point of waving to politely in the market plaza. The letter assured him that his parents would take care of an 'appropriate gift'. On the bottom of the list, sat a seemingly innocent name. Jaycee Winshine. Glancing at his watch, Nathaniel sighed, realizing he had time to meet her. Another girl from a respectable elvish family, who his parents wanted to set him up with.

Javier stuffed the watch back in his pocket, hyper aware of all the pick-pocketers he’d been warned about by his family. Well, there wasn’t much to steal in his pockets, only the watch he kept guarded with a hand. He scanned the room for anyone who seemed familiar. Did anyone else from the boat shop happen to be invited?

(Cicada enters
Everyone: immediately checks pockets)

Cicada watched as the elf pulled out a scroll from his pocket before glancing at a watch. That would be more difficult to take, but could very well be worth the effort. She made no giving movements as she continued her way down the alley.

Nathan efficiently folded the crisp paper back into his pocket, lounging around the alley if only to waste time. Sighing, again, the elf straightened and pushed himself off the wall. Winshine, a family admired for their dark chocolate skin and eccentrically golden eyes. He still had over twenty minutes to befriend and thoroughly nitpick reasons Jaycee would not be a suitable wife. Running a hand through his hair, Nathaniel's eyes darted around the cool alley. Nope. Leisurely, he strolled down the road, turning the corner to the bustling market plaza.

Cicada followed him out and kept an eye on him. She needed to be quick if she wanted to take the elf's watch. She let out a sigh and quickened her pace to be just slightly faster than his. As if she was in a rush to get somewhere. Cicada proceeded to "accidently" bump into the male and reached to slip the watch off his wrist without him noticing. She grumbled, "Sorry," before continuing to walk. She had managed to get it off, but if he had noticed was the question.