forum Old-timey mansion w/ a bunch of aristocrats doing stuff [Closed] [Stalkers Welcome]

Started September 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Angel White
Age: 23
Gender/sexuality: male/ gay
Status(Aristocrat, servant, etc): Prince
Titles: Heir to the White Kingdom
Personality (At least three traits if you're doing an MB personality): Flirty, distracted easily, charming
Appearance: Blond hair so pale it looks white, white skin, high cheekbones, tall, silver eyes, a crooked (but charming) grin
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i have a quote i made up for him:
"You can insult my dignity, my pride, you can even insult my mum. But you will not insult my hair!"

That's amazing, I love it

are we gonna be able to start soon? no rush, just wondering

Name: Cynthia Snow
Age: 19
Gender/sexuality: Female/Bi
Status: Aristocat
Titles: Princess of Euphoria
Personality: Bubbly, adventurous, outgoing, generally nice but can be bossy, extremely flirtatious
Appearance: mid back blonde hair, blue eyes, faint freckles on her cheeks
Likes: food, reading, high heels, dresses, balls and dances
Dislikes: anything scary, people overpowering her, gaining weight
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Bianca was in a tizzy. The mistress had invited several nobles to the manor for some unknowable reason, and all the house staff were hard at work cleaning. Even Bianca was doing her part, making beds and cleaning rooms under Matteo's watchful eyes. Ever since a certain incident with hot coals that had left her fingers scarred he refused to let her clean alone.

Deeper in the house, Galatea watched the winding road that led up to the manor, smirking when the first carriages rumbled up the way and parked in front of the house. Nobles stapped out one after another, wandering into her home. This new generation had much to learn, which was why they'd been sent to her. Teaching them would be most interesting.

Cordy stepped out of her carriage, followed by her chaperone, who she promptly ignored as soon as she stepped out. She stared up at the grand Bianchi manor, secretly unsure and afraid of what was awaiting her. Though she would never let such a weakness show. “Cordelia, are you listening to me?” her chaperone, Mrs. Debora Bittlby asked. “Not really,” Cordy muttered under her breath. Now that her chaperones duty had been fulfilled Cordelia could be as distant with her as she liked to be. She was under Galtea Bianchi’s supervision now.

Angel steps out of the carriage, grinning and ready to talk to some people. "What a beautiful place" He remarks, taking in the adorable little house and quaint gardens.

Cynthia practically jumped out of the carriage, ready to expolre. She almost twisted her ankle from her heels, but quickly adjusted her foot from practice.

Corbin had ridden behind the carriage on his horse, a Friesian breed that he named Orion. He had been asked to help escort a group of young royals to a woman’s home. He had asked around for what information that he was able to find about why they were there, but he didn’t get much. He stopped the horse, and climbing off it. He took a moment to stroke it’s forehead and muzzle as well, it’s tail swishing a bit.

Name: Lucy Parsons
Age: 20
Gender/sexuality: Female/Bi
Status(Aristocrat, servant, etc): Aristocrat
Titles: Duchess of Edgewater
Personality: Sometimes a rebel and goes against the rules, extrovert or one to mingle a lot, friendly, ESTP
Appearance: Long dirty blonde curls that stop above her navel, cornflower blue eyes that stands out especially with her eyebrows, a bit of a cleft chin, stands at 5'8
Likes: Dances, parties, cats, friends, carriage rides through fields
Dislikes: Men speaking for her, standing for long times
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Angel walks into the main foyer, giving charming smiles to everyone he sees. OoOh the walls are mirrored, so pretty!

As soon as the first person entered the manor, Bianca was sent to lead them to the Mistress' room. She sprinted into the hall, tripping only slightly before she was in the front foyer. There was already a boy waiting there, admiring the mirrored walls. She dropped into a low curtsy. "Hello, Sir! Please wait here until the rest of the nobles arrive."

"Of course Madam." He says, taking her hand and kissing it. "May i say that your eyes are beautiful." He compliments.

Cynthia walked up the steps to the door. Once she got to the door so fancy guards opened the door. She thanked them as she walked into the grand foyer. When she walked in there were to people already in there.

She smiled brightly but pulled her hand away, rising out of the curtsy in a practiced manner. One of the few gestures she could do without tripping all over the place. "Thank you!"

"No need." He says. "Im Prince Angel, Heir to the White Kingdom." He introduces imself.