The Stolen Kingdom | Started (Still Accepting via PMs)

Welcome to Tálamon, the capital of Angoria, where all is not as it seems.

Plot: Angoria’s prince is not who he appears to be; he’s a fake, a thief who has switched places with the real prince because they both wished to know adventure. Only there’s a problem--the “prince” is about to be crowned King and marry a neighbouring kingdom’s princess. And the thief refuses to switch back, naming his thief persona--and the real prince--as a liar and a traitor to the crown. He has assumed the prince’s identity to claim the throne.

The real prince, now living the thief’s life, has been forced into hiding, simply so that he is not captured--or worse, killed. He refuses to leave his kingdom in a false king’s hands. Yet, things are difficult when the pair could practically be twins and are hard to tell apart when together, even by those who know them well.

And everything is about to become complicated, though, when rumours start to circulate--rumours of dragons and elves, and witches. Mages some call them; magic users and dragonriders, and tales of dragon fire. While these rumours spread, the real prince fights for his life, never staying in one place for long yet never leaving the city for he refuses to give up.

As the coronation draws nearer, so do the guards who scour the city for the prince-turned-thief; while his double plays cat-and-mouse with the Royal Army, the thief-turned-prince courts the princess from the neighbouring kingdom, and the subjects of those rumours? They are closing in on Tálamon, seeking many things not yet disclosed.

And, above it all, Angoria’s fate hangs in the balance. Whose side will you be on?

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Important Information:

The Realm - A Map:

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Races/People:

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There are very few races other than human in Midir and Saoirse, and those include Sorcerers or Sorceresses and perhaps a god or goddess. The majority of Midirans and Saoirites are human and have little to no magical powers, if any.

-Elves: Elves are creatures of nature and can live for hundreds, even thousands, of years. Their powers relate to nature and the elements. They highly dislike anything too advanced and tend to avoid cities, except for the few who live in Elvish cities. Elves are rarely seen away from the forests and are almost unheard of in Angoria.

-Sorcerers And Sorceresses/Mages: Sorcerers--or mages, as they’re sometimes known--are an interesting sub-race of humans. These are humans born with magic and rarely have any of the aspects of any other race in Angoria and the surrounding kingdoms. They are strictly human and even if they chose to reproduce with any other race, their children will be born with magic. They may have trace characteristics of the other races, but every time they will be born with Sorcerer magic, which is anything from transformation (not to be confused with shape-shifting) to telekinesis. They also can live up to three centuries, sometimes more and are taught from an early age to harness their magic, lest they lose control of it.

-Dragons:
Dragons are giant winged creatures with tough scales covering their hides. They can breathe fire, water, lightning, or any one of the other elements, including spirit. Dragons are dangerous creatures. They thrive on death and destruction, and on chaos--but only when enraged. A calm dragon is wild and dangerous, yet kind, thriving on peace and life, and on order. It's rare for one to be semi-tamed, and even rarer for someone from any race to form a bond with one and ride it, though it has happened before. Once or twice.

Dragons are purely wild spirits, almost untamable, but they do possess great Wisdom and Intelligence. As an ally, they are a formidable force.

-Humans: Humans can be found throughout Angoria and the surrounding kingdoms and have little to no magic. Any magic they do have is limited and uncontrolled. Humans make wonderful soldiers, though.

Ranks:

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There are many ranks in the realm of Angoria and the surrounding kingdoms, including Royalty, thief, assassin and orphan, among others.They are as diverse as the colour of one’s skin, hair or eyes. Many of those in Angoria or its neighbours are in the poorer categories--being pickpockets and thieves, beggars and orphans.

-Royalty: Royalty are humans who have been born into power, into royalty. Or those who have taken it. Princes, Princesses, Kings, Queens, Lords and Ladies; someone who rules over others. Normally, they are human...although you sometimes find a Sorcerer claiming the title of king or a Goddess parading around as queen.

-Soldiers & Royal Guards: Soldiers and Royal Guards are humans who have signed themselves into the King's keeping. They are either a Soldier (of any rank) or a Royal Guard and are expert fighters, tending to be older (especially if a General or high-ranking Guard) and loyal to Midir and its King or Saoirse and its Queen.

-Commoners: Those who have no royal blood. Humans who are born to those without a title. They are the bulk of the human populace, running shops and markets, and making food and wine for others. They are usually content with their lives.

-The Poor: Thieves and pickpockets, beggars and orphans, assassins, slaves and slave traders. The poor are usually the scum of the social order, those who have killed for money, stolen one time too many or dealt in the trading of others as slaves, people with no control or freedom over their own lives. Or even those who no longer have a family. These are the desperate and the lost, the ones who having nothing left to lose. They are the ones who have taken over a ruin and turned it into a haven.

Character Slots:
- Prince of Angoria - Cillian Angorias - Claimed by ScarlettFire.
- Princess of Revenar - Alice Dietrich - Claimed by SisterItaly.
- Thief “Prince” - Fennel Vasser - Claimed by CelticaNoir.
- Princess’s Bodyguard - Gilbert “Gil” Beilschmidt - Claimed by CelticaNoir.
- Soldier 1 Angoria (Royal Guard) - Jahan Siavash - Claimed by ScarlettFire.
- Soldier 2 Angoria -
- Soldier 1 Revenar -
- Handmaiden to Princess of Revenar - Ria Dalian - Claimed by Griffinkeeper.
- Thief 1 - Elron Heast - Claimed by Isha.
- Thief 2 - Dawn Cooper ‘The Weasel’ - Claimed by SisterItaly.
- Assassin -
- Elf 1 - Grohiik Vahdin - Claimed by Betheny.
- Elf 2 -
- Mage - Claimed by Rubric.
- Dragon - Horo Hijame - Claimed by Shadowlight.

Character Slots may be added/removed as needed.

Inactive Characters:
- Assassin - Zefren Viramore "Ice" - Claimed by Jalmoc.



Character Sheet:

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[b]Name:[/b] (First AND Last, if known)
[b]Age:[/b] (5 -16 for orphans/thieves. 16+ for others, please)
[b]Gender:[/b] (male or female)
[b]Race:[/b] (Human, Sorcerer/Sorceress/Mage, Elf, etc)
[b]Rank[/b] (Assassin, Prince, Thief, etc.)
[b]Allegiance:[/b] (None, Angoria, Other, Self)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (description and picture)

[b]Personality:[/b] (Include likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses)
[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] (You must have at least one)

[b]Power/s:[/b] (If you have one/any)

[b]History:[/b] (At least two four line paragraphs. And none of this “I don’t remember” stuff. Your character has a story, so give us a glimpse of it)

[b]Up For Love?[/b] (yes, no, orientation, conditions)

[b]Other:[/b] (Anything we’ve missed?)


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Scarli, as always if something I have in mind won't work please PM me and I will be happy to work something out. :3

Name: Horo Hijame
Age: 732 (but looks 27 in his human form)
Gender: Very much male
Race: Dragon (Eastern Lung)
Rank Wanderer
Allegiance: Family

Appearance: Horo like all eastern Lungs has two forms he can shift between- a human and a dragon. His human form looks like any ordinary eastern man- except his eyes, they are a wild green color, and his hair when in direct light shines with a blue black tinge to it- a little too blue. He often wears darker clothing with an eastern flare to his dress. (in both pictures just click to see the full sized pictures)

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Horo's markings are a dark blue- not red, his feelers are the same black as his fur and he has a pair of black velvety wings. He is about 59 feet long when standing straight.

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Personality: Horo is a gentle benevolent spirit, he has a long fuse and is considered a puppy by most who know him. He has a monastic way of dealing with people and often strikes people as fatherly. He has a god sense of humor, a flare of sarcasm, and a lightening wit that can leave others in the dust.

Horo is very honor bound and still follows many of his monastic vows- subconsciously- he also cannot refuse aid to someone in need.

That being said Horo is a Eastern Lung and can become very Draconic and savage if he thinks something or someone he cares about is being threatened. He can be very aggressive and violent if this half of his personality kicks in and seems to become devoid of any intelligence- apart from very simple thought. In short he becomes an animal.


Flaws/Weaknesses: Apart from his aforementioned personality flaws Horo- unlike northern dragons (but common for eastern lungs) cannot breath fire. He also has a weakness for people who need aid- he cannot refuse, it is an instinctual urge he feels.

Power/s: Horo has no magic in the traditional sense- except for a weak amount of healers magic- this gives him more of a intuitive knowledge of what is wrong. Horo Can mind speak- but it is a weak ability, it is not a natural state for Lungs but must be taught- Horo's brother in law taught him.

Horo is a skilled healer, in all the healing art-forms of the east and most other lands due to his extensive traveling. He is a scholar and will often be found perched in a tree buried in a book- he has a voracious appetite for books and learning. He can speak several languages fluently and can read (but not speak) many others. Horo is not a fighter by nature but when cornered he is a skilled fighter with sword and marital arts- and if he is cornered enough he will shift to his dragon form and in that form he has constricting abilities like a snake, a neuro-toxic venom bite, and claws and sharp fangs.


History: Horo was born into a high standing Dragon clan (the Hijame clan is one of the clans with a “Dragon Lord” at it's head- the nine ruling dragons of the east) due to come political unrest within the country horo was placed in a monastery of an holy order of warrior monks- and here grew up from the time he was three to three and twenty. This set his temperament to that of a monk in many ways- much to the chagrin of his father. Horo was a healer as well and traveled abroad “doing good works” as part f his holy vows.

On one of these missions he met up with a young woman who was a warrior and in need of help-- her master and father figure was trapped by evil wizards- Horo of course agreed to help and over the next few months slowly fell in love with the young woman, Avera. His vows and internal guilt over his unchaste change of feelings kept him quiet until she finally forced his hand and he admitted he loved her.

He gave up his monks robes and became her husband (or mate in the dragon society.) They lived happily for many years and had three cubs together- Torne, Toshiro and Nonako. But Avera was only a human and had a human's lifespan. She aged and died at the age of 87- leaving Horo shattered beyond comprehension. Only his promise to her to stay strong for their children kept him from taking his own life to follow her.

Now- several hundred years later, he is still heartbroken and mourning her loss and has gone back to his monkish habits in many ways (even though she made him permission to fall in love again- just not to forget her. And made him promise he wouldn't be alone and lonely again.) He has tried to move on, but she left too big a hole in his heart.

Up For Love? He is straight as a arrow, but at the moment he is resistant to falling in love- his heart is still bleeding and raw and love isn't even on his radar. If someone were willing to help him over his grief and be willing to wait he might be able to move on. If some woman were able to crack his shell she would find Horo a devoted and passionate lover. His draconic side is the half of his spirit that holds the passion and the strong emotions love often brings out- a woman would need to be willing to love the beast as well as the man.


Other: Horo is left handed and very dyslexic- mathematics were never his strong point. He has a tattoo on his left shoulder- it is a kanji symbol and the meaning of the mark is very personal for him. He hates spicy foods, loves sweets, and prefers fish over red meat. Like all lungs Horo has a love of the water and is a gifted swimmer. He also is talented in drawing and water color painting-- but this skill he keeps secret.

Name: Elron (Elly, El, or Ron) Heast
Age: 17
Gender: ... er. Male. Biologically.
Race: Human
Rank Thief
Allegiance: Self

Appearance: Elron has taken certain measures to ensure that he looks as feminine as possible. He's let his hair, a very vibrant red in colour, grow out. His last hair cut was when he was ten, and if he actually feels like going around as Elron, as opposed to his alias, Elly, he hides it under some sort of hat or does it in some I-can't-believe-that-actually-looks-masculine up-do. His eyes are brown, with flecks of green and blue around the pupils, and he's always. Always. Completely clean-shaven and groomed. He has a number of dresses, all rigged to fall apart with the pull of this cord or the undoing of that button, making a quick escape much less strenuous. He's 5'9", so when he masquerades as a woman, he masquerades as a tall woman, but really, he doesn't have much going for him in the height department. His muscle is lean, which makes it much easier to hide, but it's there, and it's strong.

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Personality: Elron is a quick-witted, charming, jerk of a man with a seemingly large ego, built up over years of not getting caught. People hate him. People love him. Usually hate, though. He's good at what he does- very, very good- and he knows it, and he won't hesitate to get cocky about it, either. He has a knack for teasing the authorities, dancing away at last minute and finding a new place to hide. He never stays in one place for long, and seems to have far too many connections with far too many ranks. He finds those spoiled apples, and he knows how to twist their arms. What surprises most is that the man is actually a very moral person. He flirts, yes, but he's never pushed past a kiss or two. He doesn't like to kill, especially if killing involves breaking apart lovers or families, and has never accepted an assassination job.

Elly is equally as flirtatious and charming, although quick to trust and easy to flatter. This alias has been around for six months or so, and he's rather fond of his new persona. She giggles a lot, and dresses as nicely as a middle-class woman can. She's managed to keep away questions of her family life, seeing as that story isn't completely fabricated yet, but it's been one of the greatest (and most fun) disguises he's ever created.
Flaws/Weaknesses: He's more paranoid than one might expect. It's kept him alive, sure, but it's also caused him to sever ties that could have otherwise reaped him great rewards. Possible relationships have been lost due to his inability to actually trust another human being with his life. Depression and loneliness have been slowly eating away at him, and it's taking its toll. He's not quite as motivated as he was, and things are starting to lose their worth to him. And a thief with slowly fading motivation is a dead thief.

Power/sStrange Skills: He is a man of many personas, to say the least. His favorite being a woman that he's named Elly- in fact, he rarely goes out as himself anymore. Too many people know who he is when he's Elron, and so far, nobody's managed to figure out that Elly and Elron are one and the same. He's got this way of making himself look as feminine as possible, and has multiple methods to change the sound and pitch of his voice to match. Disguises are his thing, and cross-dressing just makes everything less obvious. He's also got a sharp mind and the stealth to match. He is by no means a stupid man. He can also be rather seductive in either persona, although as soon as he has a money pouch, he's gone. Not one for fleeting romances or temporary pleasure. Oh, and watch out. He's got a hand with knives. And throwing things. ...and a few other little tricks. Odds and ends from a great circus.

History: He was, at one point, a part of a travelling circus of sorts. He doesn't remember anything from before he was ten, just flashes of flames or soldiers running swords through shrieking people. He woke up with the circus folk, lived and breathed their work for a long time. Every tricky maneuver and twirl and quick-change trick, illusions, everything, he learned from there. He befriended one member in particular- acrobat and trapeze artist, Viaso NcDromier. They'd kissed by the time either one of them were thirteen, and Elron was quick to befriend the boy's pet orangutan, Skizz.

There came a time, however, when the circus couldn't stand on its own anymore. Viaso was sick, the ring leader (a fiery woman named Key) was caught in an unfortunate accident involving a carriage, and was crippled. People left. Elron just so happened to be one of them. He'd always been a thief on the side, and street living was very easy to adapt to. Not to mention that he was already reasonably well-known; to the point where he would have to perform as one of his aliases. He's been lurking the same streets for two and a half years now.

Up For Love? Indeed. He's bisexual, and will 'harmlessly flirt' with everyone. Meaningless little words and winks and giggles while he snatches their change purses and makes a run for it.

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Name: Grohiik Vahdin, referred to as just Vahdin or Vah by her friends
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Rank Spy
Allegiance: Herself

Appearance: (Picture included at bottom) Vahdin has long black hair and bright, shining but dark blue eyes. She also has pale but not too white skin with soft, young features; her lips are also pale instead of being bright or rouged. Approximately 6’2”, Vahdin stands about the same height as an average human male and is fairly slender with an almost perfect complexion. She tends to wear quite loose brown, dress like, clothing with dark brown moccasins and a leather pouch.

Personality: Grohiik Vahdin is generally a quite but strong individual, she is willing to fight for what she believes in more so than many others; she won’t give up until she knows for definite that she has either won or lost. Vahdin doesn’t tend to speak to others and likes keeping to herself. She is proud of who she is now but not necessarily of what she does. She’d like to be an adventurer or someone worth respect than a spy for a crime syndicate.
Likes/Dislikes: She enjoys spending time alone after her brother left her behind, most of this time is spent reading the tales of adventurers and of dragons. She has a love of all things mythical. Vahdin despises the life she has become lost in, hating that she is part of a crime syndicate. She wants to get out but refuses to return to her elven home.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Her power is her strength, as is her intelligence. On the other hand though she is quiet and reserved finding it difficult engage in social interactions with more than three or four people. Also she is physically weak and easily overpowered, but her senses have sharpened over the years.

Flaws/Weaknesses: A flaw in Vahdin’s character is that she is very idealistic, a fact that she openly admits but it remains her flaw none-the-less.

Power: She has quite a knack for shadows and darkness, she can call darkness to her so that she becomes a ghost like entity that can’t be really seen in darkened places or be physically touched, however this can only last for a short-medium length period of time (30-45mins max) and physically drains her energy the long she has the power active.

History: Grohiik Vahdin was born as royalty back in her home city a daughter of ‘The Eldest’. Her father was a kind of king among the elves, having united warring tribes into a glorious civilisation, and always wanted his children to become the highborns of this society so that they would never have to endure the strife that he himself did as a child. Unfortunately, although ‘The Eldest’ was a wonderful and just king he was a tyrant of a father, placing strict regulations and curfews on his children; not allowing them to truly live their own lives. Grohiik, the first daughter and third oldest overall of his children, didn’t want to live this life and with Kendov Vith, her eldest brother, planned to run away and live lives as adventures they so often heard about in stories and tales. Bruniik Ah, their mother, discovered Grohiik and Kendov’s plot but promised not to tell their father because she believed that he was treating his own children like prisoners and they should be able to choose their own futures. Eventually though, the two did indeed run away, to the city of Tálamon no less.
Once in the city the two found work for a local ‘thief master’, who still operates even now. Grohiik was cast in the role of a spy and information gatherer due to her unusual ability while Kendov became a pickpocket because of his deftness of hand and speed and accuracy on assignments. However, after a few months Kendov decided that this life wasn’t for him and returned home leaving Grohiik alone in the city.
Up For Love? Yes, straight. She wants someone who is willing go on adventures with her, and if they’re not an elf or someone/thing that will live as long as she is likely to then they will have to make her feel that it’s okay that she’ll probably outlive them.

Other: She carries a dagger for those ‘just-in-case’ moments.

Shads, sure. Though, of course, there will be more than one dragon. Isha, you're here! *adds to character list* Betheny, sure you can!

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Edit: Profiles are here! Finally!

Prince;
Name: Cillian Angorias.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Rank Prince-turned-thief.
Allegiance: Angoria, himself, his people and maaaybe to Alice, his intended.

Appearance: Unlike his double, Cillian is far less concerned with vanity and is far less....flamboyant than Fennel. In fact, Cillian cares very little about his looks--except for the fact that he should look good to keep up the moral, etc, of his people--and often appears rather carelessly attired, often dressing simply. He keeps his hair fairly neat and at shoulder length, and is tall, well-built and definitely stronger then Fennel, with blue eyes that a little darker and with more grey in them than Fennel’s. Cillian’s skin is lightly tanned thanks to all the training sessions in the courtyard with Jahan, as he’s probably the only one Cill even trusts enough to practise with. He also prefers milder, less bright or flamboyant colours than Fennel does, and is often seen in earthy tones or mild blues.

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Personality: Cillian is a complex young man, much like his double. He’s regal and proud, though his manners are sometimes found wanting if he’s too unsettled to remember them. He can be a real jerk sometimes, among other things, but he is honest and kind most of the time, with charisma that can win over his entire kingdom, if he decided to use it. He cares very much for his family, his friends, and his fellow soldiers and he’d hate it if someone he cared for was hurt, so for him to be lost is causing a rather large about of stress for him and strain on those currently around him, and anyone who has to spend longer than a few minutes in presence. It’s also dragging fears of being forgotten, of homesickness to the front of his mind, and it’s making the prince weary of his current problems. Cillian, much like his many ansestors, was raised to be the perfect leader, although throughout the years of training and education, he’s realised that his in not perfect--he’s far from it, actually--, but that his is still capable of great things. He also has a temper, much like his father and many of his past family members, which takes a while to build up but when it breaks, it’s not pretty. At all. And if there’s one thing you shouldn’t do, it’s try to steal his kingdom, as Fennel is doing. Cillian’s not stupid; he knows exactly what his double is up to. After all, isn’t he to be crowned king within days of his 18th birthday, which is just a few months away?

Flaws/Weaknesses: One of Cillian’s biggest weaknesses is probably being away from home; he hates being lost or away from his home and family for too long--not that he has much family left, other than his sister, who is still far too young for royal life. And this puts him in a foul mood. Another weakness is his inability to realise that he may be wrong--in many things, including this little deal he made with Fennel--it might just be the downfall of Angoria. Lastly, his other weakness if his family and those he cares for--hurting/killing someone that he cares for might affect him more than he thinks it will, or the person pulling his strings will, if there is such a person. Be prepared for a nasty temper--which happens to be one of his flaws. Another flaw of Cillian’s is jerk-ish side, which tends to come out when he’s stressed, weary of the person speaking to him and/or unsure of his surroundings or the current situation.

Power/s: Cillian’s only real power is a weak ability to vaguely sense mage, which can come in handy. Other than that, he’s very skilled with the bow and the sword, more than anything else.

History: Like many princes, Cillian was raised to be the next one to sit on the throne; he was raised to be a leader, someone the people loved and respected. His childhood was like many royal childhoods; full of tutors and nurses and governess--that he ran away from, because honestly, who wanted to sit around and learn when they could be running about outside and having fun, playing and just making general chaos around the palace? So he had fun as a kid, playing with his elder brother (now deceased) and the palace servants’ children. It was the good old days, where he was carefree and young.

But every kid has to grow up, don’t they? And Cillian, indeed, grew up, learning all he needed to learn to rule after his parents were gone. He was ten when his brother, older than him by eight years, went North, to the border-scuffle. And didn’t come back. That was when he became Crown Prince, and began a harder lesson schedule--to catch up to where his brother had been when he was ten. Cillian didn’t complain; he took it all in stride, learning, training, everything.

Of course, life was pretty good right up until the masquerade ball on his 17th birthday, when he realised he was bored. That was also when he somehow found himself going from the ball to his room without remembering how that happened--and when he found his double standing over him. It was rather alarmed, but he didn’t panic as the double offered him adventure. And then the boy had the gall to vanish on him. But the meeting had planted an idea in the young prince’s head; he could have adventure if he switched places with this double of his.

So, when the double returned, he agreed to the deal, and so it was. They swapped places, Cillian Angorias becoming ‘Fennel Vasser’, and vice versa. Things went well for a few months, the pair switching places regularly, or whenever one of them got bored. Everything was fine until a few months ago when Cillian went to Fennel to switch back. Fennel refused, named himself as a Traitor to the crown and throwing Cillian out of the palace. He’d even threatened to kill him if he saw Cillian again, an order he’d given to the guards and soldiers (to treat Fennel Vasser as a prisoner, and either execute or arrest him on sight)--which had forced the prince to go deep undercover, trying not to be seen.

And so Fennel took the prince’s place and Cillian was forced to take thief’s. That is how our story begins.

Up For Love? Yes, and he’s bi, though he leans more towards women than men. And so far he’s resisted most of Fen’s attempts to seduce/bed him.

Other: Currently has a bow and a sword on him, as well as a full quiver of arrows;

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Soldier;
Name: Jahan Siavash.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Rank Soldier, Royal Guard.
Allegiance: Angoria, the ‘Prince’/royal family, Himself.

Appearance: Jahan is tall and well-built with shoulder-length, dark brown hair and grey eyes. His skin is mildly tanned, thanks to all the time spent in the sun and he has a beard, though it’s a bit scruffy and unkempt. Jahan is most likely to been seen wearing the uniform of the Royal Guards, sometimes with armour and sometimes without. When he’s not wearing that, he prefers earthy tones.

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Personality: Jahan is, by no means, stupid. He’s actually pretty smart for a farm boy-turned-soldier, and rather paranoid, too. He often sees what his fellow Guards or Soldiers miss, and picks up on the enemy’s movement quickly if he has the chance to study them, usually from a distance but sometimes you just have to get close, don’t you? After all, one must know one’s enemy to defeat them. And, as a soldier, he’s fierce and loyal. He serves Angoria and the Royal Family, and he serves them well. Jahan also has a temper that he tries to reserve for the battlefield; berserkers are hard to control but even harder to stop. Not that he goes berserk all the time, but still, it’s more often than not.

On the flip side, though, he’s actually rather caring and romantic when he wants to be. You’d be surprised by how he acts when he’s not playing Guard or at the palace. There’s more than a few women who are practically in love with him, not that he’s likely to ever ask any of them to marry him, or seduce them any more than he already has. It’s not like he actually tried or anything; they just like him.... A lot. And he cares for Cillian, the prince, as he’s recently been assigned to act as a Guard for him, so he knows the prince well and can easily tell if someone’s trying to impersonate him--as if the case with this new “prince” who claims to be Cillian. He’s just far too flamboyant for the normally cheerful-yet-stoic prince he knows.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Jahan’s biggest flaw has to be his obvious oblivious attitude towards those who adore him, despite the fact that he’s done practically nothing (must be charisma. It’s hard to find a man with that in Angoria, other than Cillian and maybe Fennel). And his biggest weakness would have to be his loyalty; if he knows Fen isn’t who he says he is, he might just be a little defiant... Which is probably not a good idea around the “prince” nowadays.

Power/s: None whatsoever, other than his skills with the sword and dagger.

History: Jahan was born to a farmer and his wife, who already had four children of various ages; three sisters and one brother, all older than him. His early years were spent on the farm, helping his parents and siblings with each year’s crops and the few animals they had. Those were the good years, when he was happy and loved life, when still had a proper family. At least, until he was about eleven, when some burnt their crops and slaughtered all their animals. Jahan never figured out why, but that was probably what spurred him and his brother to turn to the Angorian Army.

That year, they both left for the capital, travelling across the river to Tálamon from their small village near the mountains, and started their long careers are soldiers, rising up through the ranks slowly until Jahan’s brother was picked to be a General and Jahan himself for Royal Guard. It was merely months afterwards that his brother mysteriously vanished, presumed dead, on a trip to the northern border, where Angoria was fending off a tribal warrior-nation to the north--which was completely ignored by their eastern neighbours.

Nowadays, Jahan guards the prince, standing in for all his meetings and various affairs of state, including meetings with the generals and palace staff. He practically follows the prince everywhere--if he knows where he is. He knows him well, and often takes care of things the prince doesn’t want his people to know about, which shall remain unnamed. It was about six months back that Cillian made Jahan Head of the Guard as well. But now, this boy claiming to be the prince is definitely not the Cillian Jahan knows, and he doesn’t know where the real prince is yet, so he’d trying to find out, even as it’s what the fake prince wants--not that Jahan is going to kill the real prince, of course...

Up For Love? Definitely up for love, and he’s straight as can be. He also doesn’t like and won’t take any of the “Prince’s” crap; he pretty knows by now that the prince isn’t the prince. Although, his resistance might be crumbling...

Other: Carries a sword pretty much everywhere, with a dagger hidden up his sleeve;

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Slave;
Name: Samad Amarandos.
Age: 15/16, or thereabouts. He’s not exactly sure.
Gender: Male.
Race: Half-elf, half-mage, though he’s got more mage than elf in him.
Rank Slave, and one of the few in the city (was originally a thief).
Allegiance: Self, Jaska.

Appearance: Samad isn’t tall for his age; he’s actually rather short, perhaps five-foot-four, max, with dark, amber-coloured eyes that mostly just look dark brown (until the light hits them) and dark, shaggy, uncut hair. He’s skinny for his age, too, although strong. As a slave, he’s used to repetitive manual labour, and the like. Unlike most half-elf children, Samad actually took after his father more than his mother, keeping his father’s dark skin and hair. His eyes are all from his mother, though they’re far darker than hers. He wears very little in the way of clothing, mostly just loose pants and a loose shirt--without shoes, so he goes barefoot pretty much everywhere. And, if you happen to see it, there's a brand on the back of his left calf--the mark of a slave.

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Personality: Samad is, by no means, timid or afraid of his master. For a slave, that is. He’s actually rather smart, and definitely knows when to keep his mouth shut. Not that he always does that; he’ll give you a piece of his mind, if he thinks/knows he can get away with it. Mouthy slaves make for bad slaves, so he has to be very careful, lest he lose a limb, or worse--his tongue. Samad also has a bit of a temper, which he barely keeps in check when around Jaska.

On the flip side, he does have a kind streak, although it’s a little overshadowed by his growing insanity, thanks his life and the treatment at Jaska’s hands, which it seems is far from perfect. In fact, Samad’s often the one Jaska tries things on first, so he’s had more than a few broken bones. Luckily, the mage hasn’t seen fit to kill him....yet. And with Jaska as an owner... No wonder he’s going insane. Oh, and he’ll see thing that Jaska might miss, even as a somewhat mindless puppet.

Despite all of this, he often appears to be a mindless doll, a puppet that Jaska delights in ordering around--but this is mostly due to his extended periods of close proximity to his master. If he was to be separated from the man, he’d most likely become himself and maybe be a little saner. Though, that’s only a theory so it might not hold true, anyway. Samad, though, really hates the puppet-thing. He sees it as degrading, and loathes that skill of his masters.

Flaws/Weaknesses: One of Samad’s biggest flaws would have to be his temper, which can get him into trouble--especially if Jaska decides to push his buttons, so to speak. And then there’s the growing insanity... Yeah, I think you get the idea. A weakness of Samad’s is pretty and/or shiny things (though his attention doesn’t as badly as his master’s). He’s very fond of them, much like his master. Although when it comes to touching them, he refrains. After all, who wants a disgusting slave touching them?

Power/s: Limited magical abilities, including being able to sense when others use magic--which will probably make him pass out when Jaska goes all insane-magic-using on him. Thanks to his elf blood, he heals a little faster than other humans would and will probably live for a very long time. Back to those limited magical abilities; Samad’s affinity for Fire can be quite...explosive, and it’s probably his strongest, yet limited, ability. He also doesn’t use it often since he has no real idea how to use it in the first place--Jaska hasn’t noticed these abilities yet.

History: Samad’s history, especially his earlier years, are a little blurred, even for him. He can vaguely remember a life before slavery, though it was when he was very young, long before some nasty men decided to raid his village of Saron, where he was born to the village’s healer and his wife, who just happened to be an Elf. His father was a mage, and a powerful one at that, though the mixing of elf and mage blood had a rather...strange and subdued effect in Samad.

Like most children, his early years--or what he can remember of them--were full of brightness and happiness and carefree days in the fields of wildflowers near his home, on the edge of the village. And those were the good days, the ones he prefers to remember best, as blurred as they are. Of course, those days didn’t last long.

When he was about seven, a group of bandits swept through his village. They demanded only one thing; anyone under the age of fifteen. It was pure bad luck that Samad was there and within their demands. With the demand met, they left as swiftly as they’d come, a large group of slaves dragging their feet behind them. Samad doesn’t remember much from that march, at least, not until they were in Tála Port.

They were sold off in groups and in ones or twos in the Port over a period of years. Samad was ten when a strange man from Tálamon brought him for a rather large amount (several thousand, if he remembers correctly; he wasn’t expecting it, either) and took him home, back to the capital. It wasn’t long before Samad noticed that his new ‘master’ wasn’t what he appeared. In fact, Samad was pretty sure the man was insane, though he never said a word about it. Even at ten-years-old, he was a bright boy.

He’s been with Jaska for the last five years, and for the most part, has been a kind of...puppet, for the man. And he hates it, so very much. Not that he ever complains--or has the chance to complain in the first place. Besides, over the years--and the...ah, abuse Jaska’s put him through--he’s more than a little insane, not that he notices, so he doesn’t really seem to belong to himself anymore. Suffice to say, Jaska has his mind control hooks in deep, and Samad has yet to shake them off.

Up For Love? Yes and no, and he’s straight. He’d like to love, but he’s a slave and doesn’t see how anyone could love him.

Other: Not really, other than the fact that he knows how to use a dagger and carries one on him at all times--not that he’s always in control of his own body. The dagger is rather simple-looking, really. Nothing too elaborate.

May I take the Princess?

Nevermind, then. Spot completely withdrawn, for now.

Name: Gilbert “Gil” Beilschmidt.

Age: 25.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human with strong mage ancestry.

Rank: Formerly a General of Revenar, currently the Princess’s bodyguard.

Allegiance: Revenar, Self.

Appearance: With his very pale hair and very red eyes, Gil has a rather strange colouring, even for people of his country where pale hair and bright eyes abound; his hair is a very pale shade of blonde that sometimes looks silver, and his eyes flicker between violet and red depending on the angle you look at them, although they’re mostly red.

He is generally considered taller than average and has a fairly good build. Despite appearances, he favours formal clothing over casual clothing, although he will consider changing in order to blend in. However, he still remains a soldier to the core; he has trouble getting rid of his weapons and often hides them in his clothing, which makes him a terrible spy. (They often fall out.)

What everyone realizes within a few minutes of sticking around him is that he is vain; not only about his appearance, of course, but it certainly makes up a sizable portion of his super-sized ego. He also has a fondness for birds and often wears eagle emblems around his person, which doesn’t really help the case that he stands out in a crowd. (He also likes crosses.) If you want to go incognito it’s probably better to leave him out of your plans. (Although he’ll probably find some way to stick his nose in it anyway...)

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In full Revenar army general uniform.

Personality: Let’s get something straight here: Gilbert is not an idiot. Not exactly. He is a brilliant military strategist and can be very good at figuring out solutions to problems. The main trouble with him is that he very rarely actually puts his talents to use and comes off as a moron with terribly good luck--the good luck part being when he does actually decide to use that brain of his. But well, yes, he does have common sense issues--that’s actually the main problem with him, if anything. (Well, he has plenty of other problems, but those come in later.) It’s very typical of him to ignore all undercurrent issues, social restrictions or well, just about anything and blurt out exactly what he thinks. He’s honest to a fault.

He’s a narcissist, by the way. This means that he’ll praise himself to the ends of the earth and beyond; he probably has one of the biggest egos in the world at the very least. It doesn’t help that he tends to be naturally skilled at most things he puts his hands to. Of course, he has trouble actually mastering them; the only self-discipline this soldier has is in military matters. But back to addressing his narcissism--he has a strange trait concerning it. It’s not as if he doesn’t accept praise from anyone, but rather, he doesn’t accept praise from just anyone. He is highly suspicious of people he doesn’t personally know and takes their comments as a way to soften him up before the blow; in short, he’s highly paranoid.

He has a lot of bloodlust, by the way. Some might blow it off as being because he’s a soldier, but he’s always loved fighting even before he enlisted as a soldier. In his former title as General, he threatened several times to leave the post to someone else if they wouldn’t let him fight on the field. Being in the middle of a war, at the centre of an event--this is where he gets his kicks. Without these, he lapses into depression and continuously whines while he tries to find a way out of his situation. He often unfairly blames people for his problems, but if someone is to blame for them really and he knows this, he’ll never really forget it. He holds grudges and he holds them well.

Going back to his bloodlust, however, there’s another trait related to it; his impulsiveness. He often jumps into the midst of things before thinking them through and ends up creating big messes out of things. He stands out no matter what he does and can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to situations. He demands to be in the thick of things and won’t take no for an answer.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Narcissistic, irritable, stubborn, brash, has a lot of bloodlust and likes getting at the centre of problems rather than sit around and wait patiently for things to unfold. There are other things, of course, but listing them all would take too long.

Power/s: Since he has mage blood, he probably has some amount of magic, although if there is anything there, it’s currently dormant and he doesn’t know anything about it. However, he does have a factor that enables him to heal faster than most other people, although he doesn't think it's magic.

History: Where to start? It would probably all have begun back when four year old Gil stared up at his grandmother as he found himself shoved into the arms of a strange woman in the attire of a nun and pulled into a dingy-looking chapel where he would spend the next ten years of his life alternately resisting becoming like the other children and getting drawn deeper into religion than he thought he ever would. Gilbert was born in the noble Beilschmidt family to the youngest son of the current head and a strange red-eyed woman the boy had fallen in love with. The young woman had died in birth and the son had taken to drinking afterwards. All the proof there was left of their liaison was this strange little boy with the mother’s eyes; and everyone decided it would be better for the family’s honour if he simply vanished.

But Gilbert, or Gil as he insisted on being called, did anything but vanish. He fought, bit and kicked his way throughout the years in the orphanage. For it was an orphanage--an orphanage for unwanted children. The others also had been born into situations like his; but where they placidly gave up, said their prayers and went to sleep every night like good little children, he would escape the chapel every other night, challenge all the bullies in the neighbourhood, get drunk, draw blood and then go back and say his prayers, rarely getting more than an hour’s worth of sleep. But he never asked for forgiveness, and neither did he run away, despite all the admonishments. After a while, the priest and the nuns gave up on him. They were convinced he was a lost case.

It was when he turned fifteen that his first big break came. One night, just as he left the chapel to do his usual run of the neighbourhood when he ran into the usual group of bullies ganging up on a scrawny little kid. With the amount of fear he’d packed into their heads throughout the last few years, he hadn’t even needed to fight them; they all scattered like scared ants as he stepped into the alleyway. He pulled the kid up and told him to not get himself into another of these messes, as he (Gil) might not be around to help him the next time. The next day, as he spent his morning chewing lazily on a cigar he’d pawned off one of the older boys, one of the nuns knocked on his door and told him he had a visitor.

It turned out to be the boy’s father, a captain in the army. He told the young Gil that he could get him into the ranks in return for saving his lad from a trip to the surgeons, who probably wouldn’t have hesitated in sawing a few limbs off. To Gil, this was almost a dream come true; something that was too perfect and too easy to actually happen. But really, anything would have been better than wasting his time rotting away in a chapel. He took on the man’s offer--

--and as it turned out, he was right. When the papers were all signed off and he found himself in the old man’s house, he found himself in the position of a page, with the warning that he’d be shot down if he tried to do anything else. In a country ruled by a militaristic king who gave his officers too much freedom, a boy discarded by his family wouldn’t have been missed by anyone. But Gil worked hard, swearing that someday he’d get ahead of it all and take his revenge on the moron.

And there his second break came. The captain had been summoned to a war meeting and his advisor was sick; the only person closest to looking like he could be an advisor was the then sixteen-year-old Gil. Therefore, the boy got dressed in the finest clothes he’d ever had the chance to touch and got told to keep his mouth shut or suffer having his brains blown out on the spot. As promised, he did keep his mouth shut--that is, until he spotted a servant slipping something into his royal highness’s drink.

“Your Highness, don’t drink that!”

The captain turned red and started fumbling around for his sword, rampantly apologizing for his servant’s impudence, but the old man held up his hand. “Why?”

“Because I saw one of the servants slipping poison into it.”

The old man released his hold on the goblet and tapped his fingers on the desk for a few moments before he said something that Gil remembered for years afterwards. “Fine then, why don’t you prove it? Drink it yourself. If you said the truth then we’ll save you...or at least try to. And if you lied, well...” He glanced over at the captain and his sword, indicating that Gil would probably die either way. The pale-haired boy, realizing he had no real choice, did as he was told.

And fell choking to the floor two minutes later.

When he woke up next, it was in one of the king’s personal hospital rooms. An old man in white clothes stood at his bedside, arguing with someone that looked like a child girl. Finally, the girl pushed her way past the other and dropped a big wet kiss on his forehead, mumbling “thanks”. This was the start of a month-long friendship between him and the king’s daughter.

She was a sweet little thing back then, so he remembered. When the king called for him, she stood by his side and pouted cutely at her father as the other finally gave the young boy what he had always wanted--a place as a soldier. Before he left, he handed her a small cross and told her not to mind everything her dad told her. He hugged her and told her he’d be back soon.

Which, somehow happened to be eight years later.

The young boy quickly rose up in the ranks--too quickly, as a matter of fact. He made it as the youngest general in the army in eight short years and was only 24 years old when he finally came back to the palace and bowed obeisance in front of the king. But he’d changed. He wasn’t as conscientious or as nice as he used to be. So when he ran into the young princess next, the conversation had ended up in them barking at each other and a slap from her side.

They squabbled and bit and fought a lot during the next year--being general, his lodgings and office was in the king’s own palace, which meant that they had to see each other almost daily. So when the king called the young man in one day and told him he was being stripped of his position and thrown out of the army, the pale-haired boy gawked. “What?”

“As a matter of fact, we’ve had reports of your undignified behaviour.” The glare on the old man’s face told Gil that if he objected, he’d probably end up in the gallows. “Not only have you purposely irritated my daughter since you became general, but you have also been sleeping with another man.” The man stood up from his throne and towered over the other. “It is filthy behaviour! Disgusting! Not only do you disrespect royalty, but you also commit indecency while under my very roof! Be glad I am not having your head cut off!” He shakily went back to his seat. “Consider it payback for what you did nine years ago. You will learn some behaviour and some respect for royalty.”

“S-sire--”

“You will protect my daughter from now on unless I say otherwise.” And from then on, he has been forced to follow the princess around. They still haven’t stopped squabbling, though.

Up For Love? Yeah, if you can get past his horrible personality. *sic* He’s bi.

Other: He has a weird habit of carrying around random bird chicks if he finds them.

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Name: Fennel Vasser

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank Thief-turned-prince

Allegiance: Self

Appearance: If Gil is the one with the biggest ego overall, Fennel would probably be the one with the most amount of vanity. He has reason, of course, considering that not only does he look very...pretty...to women, but he also has had the added advantage of looking exactly like the Prince himself, something he’s used to its full potential. He has shoulder-length blonde tresses and bright blue eyes that look deceivingly innocent on first look.

Compared to the real prince, however, he would probably be of slightly smaller stature and have a build that’s adapted to being quick rather than strong. He also tends to prefer bright and colourful clothing with flourishes and things like that, as opposed to the real prince. He also tends to be girly around the edges, which sometimes makes people question whether he is really male or female.

However, when he isn’t busy being flashy, he can blend very well into the background.

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Personality: The most distinguishing trait about Fennel is that he’s a pervert. Basically, he doesn’t really care what he’s bedding as long as he gets to bed it, and will come on to everyone and everything around him. He has absolutely no restraint--even if you tell him ‘no’, he will keep bothering you until you give in. He’s used to having his way when it comes to lovers, and the ‘one that got away’ will keep nagging him until he gets his hands on her/him/it. He likes human contact verrrryyy much and you’ll often find yourself being randomly hugged if you’re in the vicinity. He also enjoys playing with his food before he eats it, in a manner of speaking.

However, he does know to draw the line when it comes to other things. Unlike most impersonators, Fennel doesn’t overdo anything and knows the value of subtlety very well, having been a thief before he became a ‘prince’. He’s a good actor actually, and can convince anyone to do anything he wants them to do very easily, which is the half the reason why Cillian changed spots with him. (The other half being certain other issues, and the fact that they both wanted adventure.) He can lie through his teeth fluently and not be nervous at all about it; he’s too used to it to be worried about it.

Fennel can actually however, get overconfident and foolhardy at times. He’s often too sure of his schemes and when something goes wrong, he ends up having to fix everything. He also isn’t much of a fighter, but the amount of situations he manages to find himself in is alarming, especially to himself. In fact, in sticking around as the Prince, while he’s absolutely sure he’ll get on by, he’s already made a few mistakes in judgement which he narrowly managed to cover up with his skills.

However, he does have a bucketload of common sense. He knows Angoria in and out and is typically almost never deceived by other people, rather preferring to deceive them himself. He doesn’t have a lot of morals, or if he does, they are few in number. He actually thinks morals are restraints that weaken a person’s scope of choices.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Well, let’s see. Vain, immoral, perverted, can’t keep his hands to himself, liar, overconfident, etc. etc. etc. I don’t want to go on.

Power/s: None.

History: Ugh, where to start? This one actually has a lot of explaining to do for his past. He was actually once the only son of a well-off merchant. Not content with a life of bartering and trading, he became entangled in shady dealings and ended up running away from home at the tender (yeah, as if) age of sixteen. Then he fell in with a gang of thieves and thus began his occupation as that of a thief, stealing anything and everything he could within grasp. However, it wasn’t as though he had a difficult time of it, for people had always told him he looked like the Prince.

So he played it up.

Soon enough there were reports of the Prince appearing everywhere in the streets of Angoria and demanding things from the shops, which made people gossip in the streets. Fennel disappeared for a few months after the rumours started, realizing that he had been too obvious about his methods. So he decided to be more subtle, and went into black market dealings instead.

Drugs, slaves and any other illegal merchandise you named, he sold. He used his looks and his charisma to gain credibility with his clients; most of them actually thought he was the young prince. Soon enough, he became bored with this deal and turned his eyes to other ventures--such as seducing the young prince himself.

In fact, he nearly succeeded. He had sneaked into the masquerade ball held in honour of Cillian’s 17th birthday and slipped a drug into the latter’s drink. After that, they had somehow winded up in the prince’s bed, but were interrupted when one of the prince’s bodyguards had come to check up on him. So he hid away, waiting for the other to leave.

However, the drug had worn off by then, and the young prince woke up as Fennel stood over him. Even though the boy was alarmed, Fennel realized the potential for a deal here. He soothed the prince’s worries away and put the idea of ‘adventure’ in the other’s head. Fennel told the young boy that he would be back for an answer in a couple of days and then vanished.

For whatever reason, the young prince decided that it was a good idea to swap after all, so when Fennel came back, he wasn’t turned away as he originally expected to be (for which he had prepared, of course), but rather his deal had been accepted. So they switched identities then and there; the young prince took the place of Fennel Vasser, and Fen became Cillian Angorias.

It was a deal; Cillian would call on Fennel whenever he wanted to have some time to himself, and Fennel would lounge around in luxury. It was a fair enough deal; until a few months ago, when Cillian finally exchanged identities with Fennel for the last time. When the former came back to claim his own, however, Fennel refused and had him chased out of the palace after naming himself traitor to the crown. (I.e., as Cillian was playing Fennel at that time, Fennel himself named ‘Fennel Vasser’ as traitor to the crown and lazily sat back in the skin of ‘Cillian Angorias’.)

And that is where this story starts.

Up For Love? Yes, if you’re willing to put up with this guy’s...rather...strange tendencies. (I wouldn’t if I were you.) He’s pansexual, btw. And would probably hit on you before you hit on him.

Other: Nothing at the moment.

Nevermind.

Name: Zefren Viramore (Known as Ice in the Assassination world)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Assassin
Allegiance: Self

Appearance: Zefren has snow white hair, serious dark blue eyes, and is clothed in studded leather armor. He wears a sword and bow strapped across his back with two daggers in his boots.. He roughly stands at 6 ft, and wears a cloth over his face to hide his identity.He has a medium build, allowing him to pass through the streets as no more than a labored worker. His skin is almost a pale white from staying to the shadows all his life.

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Personality: Zefren is very serious when it comes to a job. He enjoys a little bit of torture before he kills his prey though, taking in the fear that fills their eyes. He loves the rain, and it’s about the only noise he can tolerate. It covers the screams of his prey, and his footsteps as he stalks them. He absolutely hates snow or people that are obnoxiously loud. The cold numbs his hands, and he prefers quietness since he’s not use to the company of people. He’s usually a strong silent person unless talked to or when drinking. Fire is one of the only things he doesn’t like. It’s much too bright for his liking, and reveals things that are better left hidden in shadows. His weakness is music. Music makes him think back to the night that his parents were assassinated, and distracts him from his current objective.

Flaws/Weaknesses: When he hears music, he feels emotions that he doesn’t normally feel and gets angry. (Doesn’t think when this happens) He doesn’t work the best with others, prefers to do things his own way.

Power/s: None

History: Zefren was born and raised in the city of Talamon. His mother and father were assassinated in front of him at the age of six. Their killer gave him a small dagger and told him to avenge his parents death if he could. The assassin then disappeared into the night.. The next morning, the guards found him sitting in the pools of their blood. Accused of murder, he was thrown into a local orphanage. Over the years, he mustered all of his hate into training secretly to avenge his parents death. Every night, the sound of his mother’s singing would come to him in his dreams.

He practiced with the dagger, and through threatening the locals, raised money to buy his own sword and bow. At the age of 12, he escaped the city and ran to the outskirts of the Forests of Angoria, where he had set up a remote training ground for himself. On a rainy night, he was returning to the orphanage to gather his belongings when a guard rushed past him. A small child was screaming in the grasp of the guard, being pulled by the hair down the muddy streets.

Without thinking, Zefren had pulled a dagger from his boot and threw it into the Guard’s neck. The child wide eyed, ran into the night with fear. Zefren walked over to the body and pulled into an alley. He hadn’t known at the time that his actions were being watched. At the age of 16, he was contracted for an assassin by a secret organization. Since then, he has become a cold blooded killer, and is still searching for the very assassin who turned his life upside down.

Up For Love? No, leads to attachments.

Other: Nothing

Name: Dawn Cooper ‘The Weasel’
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Some mage lineage in the past 2-3 generations in her family)
Rank Thief
Allegiance: Trust NO ONE. Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

Appearance: Dawn keeps her brown/amber hair short, to keep it out of the way. The clothes she wears are functional. Easy to move in and still enough to keep her identity hidden. Gloves are a necessity for climbing and fighting, and she’d never leave home without them. To suit her street given name, she wears a black mask that covers over her eyes.

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Personality: To put it in brief, Dawn thinks she’s ten feet tall and ten feet wide, that no one can stand to how great and powerful she is. In her own mind, Dawn is a giant. She knows that her tiny form is useful a lot of the time, for running and squeezing into places that most normal people couldn’t. When it comes to things like fighting and defending herself, though, she goes about it all wrong. Dawn relies heavily on physical strength to win, which often lands her with more than a few bruises and tough situations.

Luckily, she more often than not can come up with a plan. She doesn’t realize it, but her agility and swift thinking are her true gifts. Her overconfidence is the root of all her problems. Dawn has no qualms with getting in the face of someone twice her size when they talk to her in a way she deems disrespectful.

Just like a thief, Dawn is rarely true to her word. Wagers mean little, and if she can weasel her way out of it she will. She’s not much of a people person, either. When forced to work with people she tends to lurk at the back of the group until she can slip away. She does not take well to being treated like a toy or a slave, and will spit in your face if you treat her as such. Along with slapping, punching, and cursing at you.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Dawn can very obviously be very stubborn headed and unwilling to cooperate. When Dawn says she’s right, you better go along with it or she’ll chew your head off. A big weakness of hers is an old knife wound on her left thigh. Hit it in the right spot and she’s down for the count.

Power/s/Strengths: Dawn can gather energy and use it to push or pull things to/away from her, but using this for more than a moment drains her considerably. Dawn is also very talented when it comes to climbing and squeezing her way through alleys and over buildings.

History: Dawn never really knew her parents, being abandoned at an orphanage when she was young. You wouldn’t believe it with how she is now, but she actually used to be a very shy and reserved little girl.

It wasn’t until later on when she discovered how easily she could talk her way out of things that she became a little trouble maker. Things that belonged to the other little girls would go missing. She’d be up past curfew. Then she gained some confidence, and talked back to people. Even the older girls that she was once scared of.

She discovered her limited powers when she was thirteen, and used them in a fight against a girl who loved to give her a hard time. Another girl ran off to tattle on her, giving her a momentary fleeting feeling of fear. One thing Dawn did not like was being caught and reprimanded for whatever wrong she had done. So she ran, and turned to the streets.

From there, she learned to heighten her thieving skills and depend on no one but herself.

Up For Love? Meh, it would take a special person. Good luck.

Other: (Anything we’ve missed?)

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Name: Alice Dietrich
Age: 16
Gender: Female, very much female.
Race: Human
Rank Princess of Revenar
Allegiance: Angoria, Revenar

Appearance: Alice is by far a very pretty woman. Everything you’d expect her to be after hearing about her for even a few minutes. She has bright blue eyes that draw you in and keep you captivated. Her best feature, if you had to pick. As you’d expect of a proper young lady, she’s petite and pale skinned. Her blond hair is almost always in an up-do.

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Personality: Alice, in one sum, is very needy and a complete perfectionist-- though, her idea of ‘perfect’ seems to be flawed. Alice demands respect and to be treated with the utmost respect and dignity, even if she doesn’t always give it back. The easiest way to her heart, is a couple of half-hearted compliments. Be it on her ‘smarts’, appearance, anything. Alice craves that kind of attention on an unhealthy level. Give her that, and you’ve got her in the palm of your hand.

Now, on the other hand, if you refuse to give her what she wants she will throw a tantrum like you would not believe, and if you even dare to try talking down to her she will be sure to make you suffer. Never at her own hand, of course. She’d never risk scarring her perfect appearance. Out in public she is the most kind hearted and sweetest person you could find. It’s when you get her behind closed doors that she’s a problem.

Alice seems to think she has the world under her control, while really, she’s clueless when it comes to just about everything that doesn’t pertain to her own little world.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Egocentric, clueless, weak, short tempered, need I go on? Torture and interrogations don’t sit well with her, so when faced between that and giving up information she’d break in seconds.

Power/s: Nadda~

History: Alice was raised the way you’d expect a princess to be, in a palace with her mother and father. Never really getting a taste of the outside world and all its cruelty. There is something they never tell you about having royals for parents. They all seem to have a standard that’s incredibly hard to live up to.

She tried her damnedest, though. But everyone --especially her father-- could find something wrong with everything she did. “Your posture could be straighter.” “Your dance steps are sloppy.” “A proper young lady doesn’t speak like that. Or talk to those people. You’re above these people, Alice. Act like it.” She’s sure her father meant well, but a little recognition would have been nice.

That’s what lead to her obsessive compulsive need for everything to be perfect. Not a stitch out of place, not a hair left to dangle.

Up For Love? She’s sort of in the middle of being wooed~ but her attention can easily be caught.

Other: (Anything we’ve missed?)
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Name: Jaska Kovro
Age: He’s nearing 100 now, but he only appears to be in his 30s at most.
Gender: Male
Race: Mage
Rank Commoner, high class
Allegiance: None

Appearance: It’s not hard to tell that Jaska is a mage at a first glance. He has icy pale skin and dark blue hair. He always stands with his back tall, and there’s always something fluid about the way he moves. Jaska is not above dotting up his appearance with a little makeup, despite being a man.

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(Ignore the time inappropriate gun)

Personality: Jaska is a man you would try to avoid at all costs. He’s prone to bursting out in random violent laughter, even for no apparent reason. His head is always held high, and he has a habit of talking with his hands. His words are always joined with fluid and vibrate motions. If he weren’t so unstable and abusive, he would make an excellent story teller.

Jaska is an excellent liar. There are times when even he begins to believe his own lies. Because of this, he has a hard time grasping the difference between this and reality. It makes him an excellent con man, though.

If there is one thing he is definitely not above, it’s putting a price on a human life. Jaska sees the value in every person, but not in the way you’d hope. He evaluates every person’s specific skills and knows how to use them to his advantage. A nasty habit of his is killing the person once he’s done using them.

Jaska isn’t all dark, though. He does like to stop and smell the roses occasionally, sometimes literally. When he’s out and about he loves to mess with common people’s lives. Sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better. An arguing couple may find themselves suddenly embracing, or they may find themselves throwing punches. Whatever suits his fancy.

If there is anything Jaska wants more than life itself, it’s power. Life’s nothing without a little fun, but it’s definitely not worth it if you don’t have control over anything. Hence his love for slaves.

He’s very easily distracted by just about anything. Bright flowers, butterflies, Jaska has a love for beautiful things. Including people. While having ‘relations’ with people isn’t his cup of tea, he does admire someone who can keep up their appearance. A rather... creepy habit of his is touching and petting soft things. Be it a person’s hair or skin, or an animal, silk, flowers, anything.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Jaska does have his flaws, though. How easily he is distracted does affect his hold on his magic. Physically, he’s not the strongest man you could encounter (though no one’s ever really gotten close enough to inflict physical harm). Because of this, Jaska looks at himself as something just short of a god. In his mind, no one can hurt him.

Power/s: Jaska refers to himself as the puppeteer of humans, which makes sense with his magical abilities. To start, he has a small amount of mind control. Nothing too fancy, just something that dulls the senses. The real magic begins when he starts contorting with your blood and bones. Jaska is very talented at what he does, and can turn a person into his personal mindless puppet. Of course, there is a catch. He needs to be within a certain distance of the person(s), and be able to see them in order to actually control them. The more people he tries to control at once, the weaker his hold is on them.

History: To start from the beginning, Jaska was born into a low class family. His father was a lumberjack and his mother stayed home, as women were supposed to. His mother was a very talented mage, and tried to instill the idea that magic wasn’t to be abused in him when he was young. At the time he understood, but he really didn’t know he had any magic that could be abused. His parents thought that he might have been normal.

Until that one cloudy day. His father went out to chop wood after a long argument with his mother. Jaska never knew what they were yelling about, but whatever it was it had really stressed his mother out. So, he made it a point to try and stay out of her way. Just as he had headed for the door, he stumbled into the table, knocking several dishes to the floor.

His mother cringed sharply, and Jaska knew he was in for it. It was the first and last time his mother ever struck him. He lost control of his magic, hands shooting out to defend himself. His mother let out a scream as her blood and bones twisted painfully. Jaska only opened his eyes when something warm and sticky covered his skin. Blood. The imagine of what was left of his mother forever burned into his skull.

He ran from the house, not stopping until he eventually passed out. Another mage found him and took him to his home, quickly earning the boy’s trust. For the next thirty years he taught the boy to harness his power. This mage happened to deal well with black magics. Many people from the town he lived near fell victim to his training. Eventually, Jaska grew tired of his mentor. He didn’t need him anymore. So, he disposed of him.

From there, Jaska aimed his sights on bigger things.

Up For Love? Asexual, but pan romantic. If you can call what he thinks of ‘romance’ as romance.

Other: (Anything we’ve missed?)

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Jahan Siavash | Dining Room, Angorian Palace:

The high-pitched giggling would have given anyone a headache, and that was certainly was the case for Jahan as he stood behind and to one side of the prince’s chair. His gaze was on the princess as she sat on the far side of the prince and giggled. It was enough to make Jahan want to gag. What a selfish brat, he thought, trying hard not to scowl at the girl. Beside her, the bodyguard with the pale hair and the strange eyes rubbed his forehead blatantly, not bothering to hide his obvious irritation. Jahan had a feeling the bodyguard felt much the same way as him. Sickened by the sight.

The ‘prince’ leaned forwards towards the girl and raised his goblet in a half-salute. “You look beautiful today, princess. A smile suits you so much better...” Beside the princess, the guard choked. Jahan snorted in amusement, smirking slightly when the guard glanced towards him. The other grinned back and looked away as the prince went on. “...so, what do you say to you and me retiring to my bedroom this evening, darling?”

At that, Jahan nearly choked himself, and he wasn’t even eating or drinking something. Does he have no patience? Or sense of propriety? he thought, gaze narrowing. The guard, who had a spoon in his hand, suddenly stabbed viciously at the food before him. The princess smiled simperingly.

“Oh, you are so impatient, darling...all in good time, right?”

The prince sighed theatrically and sipped at his wine lazily. “Ah-ah. But it seems such a precious waste of time...”

The guard cut in, hissing. “If she said no, she meant it.”

Jahan sighed, deciding to finally step in--not literally, mind, but still... “Your highness, it would not be wise to seduce your queen before you are wed and crowned king,” he told the prince, keeping his eyes on the girl’s bodyguard. The man was scowling at him. Jahan had a feeling the guard didn’t trust him, and that feeling was mutual; he didn’t trust the man, at all. “It would be very wise to wait--”

“Waiting is so boring, though~” The prince sighed again. “I don’t hold well with all these rules...”

Jahan’s gaze narrowed. That was only more proof that this boy was not the prince he knew. Cillian would have waited; he wouldn’t go around trying to get the girl into his bed before the wedding, and he certainly wouldn’t say the rules are boring. Cillian played by the rules, did as he was told--most of the time--and would have agreed with Jahan. Seducing the girl before the wedding would be a scandal--something the Angorian people didn’t need to see. Not that he is thought well of anymore, he thought, silently withdrawing. He couldn’t do anything more here.

The prince, bored with this discussion, went back to ogling the girl’s, uh, chest. The bodyguard, apparently fed up with the flirting, stood up. “I’m going to leave you to...whatever.” He sent a glare towards the prince, as if warning him of what would happen if he did anything to the princess, and turned away. The girl murmured something behind him as he walked past Jahan and out of the room.

Jahan’s gaze followed the man as he left the room before quickly snapping back to the prince and princess--the only other people currently in the room, other than the young female servant with the wine pitcher in the corner to his right. He waited. Now what would happen without the girl’s bodyguard around?

The prince lounged back lazily in his chair and considered the girl opposite him with a look in his eye that Jahan knew he didn’t like. His face lit up with a smile. “You look adorable today, my dear. Those colours suit you rather well~”

The princess let out another giggle, cheeks tinged pink. “Thank you, darling. You are entirely too charming.” Her head tilted slightly, looking him over. “Something seems different about you today...”

“O-oh?” A sudden break in his charming facade. He quickly composed himself, however, and smiled at her serenely. “What is it, darling?” Jahan, though, still saw it. Suspicious.

“You just seem... different. I can’t quite put my finger on it,” she hummed, sitting back in her chair. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The prince looked slightly uncomfortable at her look and put on his best smile in an appeasing manner. Jahan, somehow, knew it was faked.

“How so?”

“You’re wearing brighter colours!” She beamed, “It suits you so much better than those dreary dark colours you insisted on wearing.”

“...oh. I see.” He beamed back at her. “You’re right, darling. Brighter colours make the world go round~”

Jahan actually gagged this time, turning away so his back was to the pair. He gagged for several moment before coughing and returning to his original position. They were both looking towards him, with the prince raising an eyebrow at him. He tried to ignore both of them as he composed himself. Jahan hoped they didn’t start it again, or else he might just have to leave the room, which would be a very bad idea, indeed. Luckily for him, the princess stood.

“I should go and find my guard... before he gets himself into trouble. I swear, sometimes I’m his babysitter. I’ll see you later, darling.” She blew the ‘prince’ a kiss before turning towards the door. Jahan watched her leave, gaze still on the door when the prince spoke.

“Jahan. Take a seat with me, would you?” He gestured to the chair beside him with that look on his face again; the look that told Jahan that whatever was going to happen wasn’t going to be to his liking.

Fennel Vasser | Dining Room, the Angorian Palace

Fennel contemplated his goblet with a keen eye as the princess swayed out of the room to look for her guard. Frankly, she wasn’t all that special to him; he’d had more interesting women than her before. The problem here was that she was the only woman he was allowed to admire at the moment. He wasn’t usually so hasty with his prey; he liked waiting for them to come to him of their own accord. As it was, however...

He considered his guard. The first few times he had changed places with the royal brat, he hadn’t really noticed the man; he had been more focused on getting ickle Cillian under his bed covers. But as it was, the boy had gotten away from him and now he had to consider what else the palace had to offer him. As it was, he didn’t have to look far. Besides, Jahan was rather interesting...in his own way...as well. “Take a seat with me, would you?”

Jahan started. “E-excuse me, your highness?”

He took note of the man’s nervousness. This was good. A scared meal was a tasty one. Not a literal meal, of course, but close to it at any rate. He rested his cheek on his hand and smiled seductively at the other man. “You heard me...”

Jahan hesitated for a moment before he reluctantly moved towards him. A small packet of time passed within which the girl with the wine pitcher had disappeared to fetch more wine. The guard paused there, not daring to take the seat. “Is there a problem, your highness?”

“No, no problem.” He smiled amiably at the other man. Nervous, check. Hesitant, check. Willing, not check. But it wasn’t as if it ever mattered to Fennel whether his prey was actually willing or not. A little patience (although he didn’t want to wait any longer) and a little persuading (but no one was giving in yet) and he’d get his targets sooner or later. “I simply wish for you to take a seat, Jahan.”

The other man blinked and shifted in place tensely. A beat passed as Fennel glared into his goblet. Jahan’s reflection in the surface of the glass looked pale and drawn out. Had he been getting enough sleep, Fennel wondered. “I don’t think that it would be very appropriate for a mere guard to sit beside royalty, your highness.”

The ‘prince’ set his goblet down resoundingly on the table; it was empty anyway. Not that he was going to call the servant girl back. He had more important issues to deal with right now. He dabbed at his cheek effeminately as the guard shuffled even more uneasily at the silence. It was tempting to just order him to bed, but Fennel just wanted to play around with him a little longer. Finally, he spoke. “What if I said it was an order?”

Jahan lowered his head. “Then I would obey, your highness.”

Fennel smiled at the guard in a sickeningly sweet manner. “Then I order you to sit down, Jahan.”

The other complied, albeit reluctantly. Fennel tilted his head at Jahan, wondering how to go about his first bite of the course. He decided being too flattering or direct wouldn’t earn him any bonus points. This one...he’d have to go about this one carefully. “How have you been holding up, my dear boy?” His hand slinked up slowly to the other’s shoulder and rested there while he waited for the other to formulate a response.

“Very well, thank you, your highness.”

“Oh, come off it.” Fennel patted his shoulder gently. “No need to be so reserved with me, dear boy~”

Jahan shifted, uncomfortable. “Your highness--”

His hand started shuffling ever so slightly towards the other shoulder in a ploy to draw the man in. “I mean it. Go ahead, tell me. Take it as an order, would you?”

The guard sighed, staring at the table. “I-I... Fine. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately, your highness.”

He had been right then--but there was rarely an occasion he wasn’t. You didn’t become one of the most well-known black-market traders without having a great deal of intuition to back it up. His hand finally reached the other shoulder, and now he was very, very close to other man. He breathed sultrily into his ear. “What’s the problem then, my dear boy~?”

Jahan leaned in, unconsciously. “Y-you--”

It was then that the princess came back with red eyes, huffing and puffing to herself. She stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed her fiance with his arms wrapped suggestively around his guard. “...W...what’s going on here?” Fennel quickly released his guard and the other pulled away as quickly as possible.

He’d have some explaining to do.

Alice Dietrich | the Angorian Palace

To be honest, Alice didn’t really have to look far to find Beilschmidt; as it was, he was already busy creating trouble when she arrived, in the form of picking up one of the kitchen boys and shaking him by his collar. “Where the bloody hell do you keep the beer, you dimwitted twit?!”

“B-but we don’t have beer, sir...”

Alice blinked a few times, trying to register what she was seeing here. After a moment she sighed and brought her hand up over her forehead. “Gilbert! Leave him alone!” She pulled her hand away slightly, looking over to them again. “Gilbert!”

The ex-general gave the boy one last knee-weakening glare before he flung him away. “Bah! I’ve had enough of these sissies! First you’ve got that pouting specimen of a so-called prince and now I can’t even find any decent beer in this place! What the hell! And they call themselves men?!”

The princess gritted her teeth, rubbing her forehead. “Can you act properly, even just for a few minutes. For once in your life?” She narrowed a glare on him.

He turned on her, red in the face. “If you remember correctly, it wasn’t my freaking job in the first place to act all prim and proper like that foppish rainbow-coloured dandy you call a fiance!” He crossed his arms and looked away, pouting childishly.

“It’s this that got you here in the first place! Acting like... like a barbarian! So don’t get upset with me, learn your place!” She shoved her hands onto her hips. He only snarled at her and flipped her an obscene gesture before turning to stalk away.

Alice quickly followed after him, grabbing onto his arm. “I am not done with you!”

He shook her off and rounded on her again. “What’s the matter with you, woman?” he hissed. “Can’t you not bug me for one freaking hour? And can’t you not get into trouble for more than a few minutes at a time?”

Her expression went from angry to unimpressed, pulling her hand back. “I wasn’t getting into trouble. I’m not a child! You’re the one who keeps acting so immature and disrespectful!” She threw her hands up, sighing in desperation. “Of all the people in the kingdoms to get stuck with, my father stuck me with you!”

“You’re the only one that thinks I’m in trouble anyway!” He gritted his teeth and turned away, folding his arms. “I got along perfectly fine until you showed up with that whiny face of yours and decided to mess up my life with your constant nagging! Nag, nag, nag, nag! Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

“Because, unfortunately, I am stuck with you until I’m wed.” She moved her hands back to her hips. “Just do everyone a favor and behave until we can finally be free of one another. Or is that too hard for someone who was a street rat?”

“...disgusting. You’re disgusting.” He narrowed his eyes at her in pure hate. “You dredge that up as if that was some sort of crime. Well, here’s news for you, princess.” His tone was cold and cutting. “Unlike your privileged life where you could just nag everyone into worshipping you, I had to work hard to get this far. I have no time to babysit spoiled little brats like you.” He turned away, walking off. “I’m just going to do my job. That’s all. Otherwise, just stay the bloody hell away from me.”

“That’s right, run away!” She scowled, crossing her arms in an undignified manner. She glared off towards the way he disappeared for a long moment before sighing and letting her arms hang again. “You changed.”

Behind her, the kitchen boy Gil harassed earlier muttered to himself. “Angoria is known for its wine...”

Cillian Angorias | Somewhere in the Slums of Tálamon:

Cillian was annoyed, glaring out at the markets from his hiding place in a shadowy alley. He hadn’t seen a soldier or guard in days, and he hoped that was a good thing, lest someone got the wrong idea. The prince readjusted his hood, making sure it covered his head and kept his face in shadow. It wouldn’t be a good idea for anyone to see his face. Fennel Vasser was definitely trouble in the slums, and Cillian, as the prince, shouldn’t be out of the palace--especially not while his fiance is there.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him. “Hey!” Cillian shouted after the fleeing figure. The boy, as Cillian had realised, was already gone, off down the alley and around the corner. Cillian swore and took off after him, suddenly aware that one of his pockets felt far too light for his liking. Even though he’d swapped places with Fennel, he knew how to be prepared, and had carried several pouches full of money, fully aware of the fact that he’d need it for almost everything he’d need during his time away from the palace.

As he rounded the corner, he saw the boy round yet another one and scowled. The boy was leading him around in a half-circle until they came out in the market. Cillian kept after him, knowing he’d lose the street rat if he didn’t keep up.....yet when he rounded another corner and skidded to a halt, he knew he’d already lost him. “Shit...” the prince muttered, staring at the crowd. He checked to make sure his hood was up again before diving into the crowd--it had become a habit now, to make sure he kept his hood up at all possible times. He didn’t someone shouting about Fennel or the ‘prince’ while he tried to keep out of the way of the soldiers.

Cillian strode through the crowd, keeping an eye out for the little street rat that had nicked his money--not that that was all he’d had. Certainly not. But still, he’d need every single coin until he got his throne back. He looked up towards the building that loomed over everything--the palace. While he was staring at it, someone passed by him and he abruptly tore his gaze off the palace to make sure that the man wasn’t trying to snatch his coin, too. But no, he wasn’t. Instead, he found a tall, white-haired man staring at him with red, red eyes. He wore the Revenarian Military uniform, and it made Cillian start and do a double take. That was Alice’s bodyguard. Gilbast or something.

He quickly lowered his gaze so the shadows fell over his face again. It wouldn’t be a good idea for Gilbiet to see his face--or for anyone to see it, really. The man ignored him once Cillian had pushed past him and kept going, still looking for the little thief that had stolen from him. When he got his hands on the boy...

Jahan | Dining Room, the Angorian Palace:

Jahan jerked backwards, away from the ‘prince’ he just realised he’d almost been kissing and winced when the boy’s arms slid away from him. He looked towards the princess and abruptly stood, putting as much distance between himself and the ‘prince’. Jahan didn’t, exactly, hear what the princess had said a moment ago, but by now, he was almost out the door.

“Cill? What was that?”

Jahan tried to ignore her as he opened the door. He could just tell that she was about to start yelling or something. And he wasn’t surprised; he’d be yelling at himself, too. Later. Why, on the name of the gods, had he obeyed the boy-who-wasn’t-the-prince? Seriously, where did all his commonsense go just then? Out the bloody window, that’s where! He was still scolding himself when the prince spoke, completely ignoring the princess’s question.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave.”

He froze, halfway out the door, an eyebrow twitching. The prince was going to order him around now, with his fiance in the room? Very slowly, he turned back and said tightly, “Excuse me, your highnesses, but I must be checking on the guards.”

The prince gave him a look that bluntly said ‘I’ll be speaking with you later’ before nodding. Jahan took that as his permission to leave, which he did with a quick ‘your highness’. He was out the door and halfway down the hall before he let himself relax. Perhaps it was time to find something to drink? Something stronger than wine, maybe?

Grohiik Vahdin | Returning from Tála Port, at the gates of Tálamon

"Damn it..." Vahdin grumbled as she approached the gates of Tálamon, the guard had doubled since she'd left making things even more difficult than they already were. Elves are rare anywhere even near human cities and being one now certainly didn't help passage in and out of one. She towered over most others around me as they went, backs bent carrying heavy bundles or dragging item filled carts along behind them. Lingering slightly, Vahdin hid her pointed ears underneath her hair then crouched down low, pretending to help push along an elderly man's cart. This mission had been particularly difficult and 'TOP SECRECT', as the leader of the little organisation had so eloquently put it, Vahdin had been sent to Tála Port to gain information about the arrival of a princess from foreign shores. As it happened she seemed to have already arrived and been transported to the Angorian Palace in Tálamon.
The boss will not be impressed she thought; he'd been planning this heist for months.

"What!" The boss was fuming, "You mean to tell me that she has already landed?" His raging voice could be heard echoing throughout the corridors of the sewage system that many of the thieves of Tálamon called home.
"Yes, Eric. She arrived from Revenar months ago and arrived within the city, let me see, months ago. I was sure you're other oh so trusty spies may have picked up on such important information. Oh, and while I'm on the subject; she didn't even arrive by ship! Your dear princess travelled by land, so you sent me there for no reason other than your other spies are-" Vahdin said a bit sarcastically.
"You don't have to tell me girl!" There was a long pause in the 'conversation' whilst Eric, the boss, stood deep in thought occasionally swearing at his ideas. "Wait! Go into palace and find something, anything, worthwhile. See if this princess is as wealthy as the rumours say, this plan might still work out..." Deep down, Vahdin desperatly wanted to say no, but in reality she knew that once this heist was completed and she had received her cut of the earnings, she would be able to get out of this hell-hole of a life.
"Fine..." She finally agreed.