[OOC] When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

PSA: since we have a lot of people and IC has started, join status is now "full" BUT if you have previously expressed interest in the int check, discord, or OOC you are welcome to take as long as you need to finish up characters <3

[ayzrules]

𝓐 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 "𝓻𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵" 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 (#𝔂𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼?)

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𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮...

𝓞nce upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who lived in the fair kingdom of Aciras. She was kind and sweet and compassionate and could totally talk to animals (at least, that’s what she would have liked to believe), and when she found out that she was to be married to a handsome prince…

...𝓢he posted the news of her engagement on Snapchat, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and god knows where else (even Myspace, people. Myspace!), then invited the princes and princesses of the entire world to two months of pre-wedding celebrations.

𝓣hese princes and princesses aren’t just international celebrities, of course, nor are they merely the sons and daughters of the richest men and women in the world. They’re royalty, and with the royal status comes certain expectations from both their parents and their kingdoms. Many of them have been betrothed to another since a very young age, and although they may have contact with one another on official business, this will be the first time that many of them will be spending a prolonged period of time together...so hopefully it goes better than your typical first date with someone you matched with on Tinder, yeah?

𝓞f course, there are also some who are single and ready to mingle (for political purposes or otherwise), and still others who are here to socialize, explore Aciras, or negotiate trade deals and/or alliances. No biggie.

𝓐ll politics aside, there’s bound to be drama galore. Celebrity Twitter fights are nothing compared to the scheming and back-stabbing of these pretty princes and princesses, and hey-what happens when they end up falling in love with the wrong person?

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(𝓘nspired by/based off of Haley's original When Royalty Collides RP; GM is @ayzrules and co-GMs are @HaleyTheRandom and @shylarah)

𝓐s the description suggests, this roleplay will be about an extended social gathering in the main kingdom of Aciras in the month and a half leading up to Princess Lea's wedding. All the invitees are princes and princesses of their own respective kingdoms (see "Rules" section for the policy on non-royal characters) and unmarried, and it is recommended that you work out a betrothal with someone before the RP starts (but not necessary/required). Once people have CSes up, I will also run every character who isn't already betrothed through a random number generator and post results in the OOC, in case any of the pairings inspire ideas.

𝓐ciras is the kingdom in which the RP takes place in (specifically, the capital city of Lynston), but you will be loosely creating your own kingdom in the process.

The Aciran Palace

Character Guide

docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/15Il1j…

Official Betrothal List

𝓛ea 𝓛ynton + 𝓩hou 𝓜ei (NPC)

𝓜ai 𝓜ei + 𝓛eonard 𝓕ord

𝓠uentin 𝓗ouston + 𝓘sabella del 𝓡eyes

𝓣alya 𝓑urnley + 𝓔rik von 𝓡othchild

𝓔dwin 𝓓rakewine + 𝓓omitia 𝓥iriatus

𝓔delessa (𝓥alentine) 𝓑lanchefluer + 𝓐kio 𝓑ai

[ayzrules]

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𝓑e respectful of everyone involved

𝓐t least one paragraph per post

𝓐BSOLUTELY NO ANIME FACECLAIMS. IF YOU HAVE AN ANIME FACECLAIM I WILL BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERED AND PERSONALLY SEND YOU A PM IN ALL CAPS WITH NO PUNCTUATION TELLING YOU THAT YOU FREAKING SUCK (just kidding, lmao. But seriously-no anime). Realistic photographs/art is fine

𝓘f you can't post for a while, are dropping out, etc please just let us know! It's perfectly alright-RL is a bitch sometimes

𝓟lease first post character sheets in OOC; after you are accepted, feel free to move to CS. Please try to post each character in a separate post as well!

𝓑etrothals/character relationships are pretty open-ended, but they do require effort on your part. If you're stuck for ideas, please don't hesitate to reach out!

𝓞nce you and another person decide to have your characters betrothed, please please please let me or one of the co-GMs know (mostly for logistical purposes!!!). This goes without saying, but the betrothal must be mutually agreed upon

𝓝on-royal characters are allowed; however, keep in mind that if you make a servant or something, there would be a lot of events that your character wouldn't realistically be able to participate in. The co-GMs and I recommend creating nobles/aristocrats if you're going to go down the non-royal route; we also ask that you consult with us beforehand

𝓜ax of four characters, for now

𝓐nything R-rated should be kept to PMs

𝓘f you have other ideas/questions about the RP, feel free to get in touch with either me or one of the co-GMs! We're definitely open to new ideas and stuff

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Discord Link

discord.gg/2CRJKRr

Various Fun Aesthetics

𝓟interest 𝓑oard: pinterest.com/ayzrules/when-royalty-c…

Spotify Playlist

open.spotify.com/playlist/633rvW7QMEQ…

Faceclaim Resources

𝓜y personal thread: roleplayerguild.com/topics/172732-per…

[ibecameinsane]

first boom, bitches!

[ayzrules]

@Amethyst @ibecameinsane @TheGrundlesnart @Moriarty @MorningStar1399 @alexfangtalon @Avanhelsing @Bee @DracarysBitch @sassy1085 @Ezmeralda @Glyph @TheHangedMan @OfWindAndRain here it is! lmk if you've got any questions, CS is in CS tab, etc. discord will be coming sometime during CS process :)

example CSes and kingdom sheets are up, btw! only Lea and Aciras are finished, but feel free to take a peek

[Amethyst]

OH MY GOSH AAAAAAAA. will copy everyone over when I hop to my computer again.

[Glyph]

@ayzrules, should I add my CS & Kingdom sheet now to the tab or is it still under review? O.o

[DracarysBitch]

✌ I'm almost done with my kingdom (1000000000% went all in on the Russia-ness, because Rossiya Moya Lyubov')

[ayzrules]

@ayzrules, should I add my CS & Kingdom sheet now to the tab or is it still under review? O.o

@Glyph

Would you mind pasting them here in the OOC, too? Just so that the co-GMs can take a look as well!

[MorningStar1399]

Hey! This is what I have so far; you mind taking a quick peek see if I'm in the right direction?

Anastasiy Romanova

Velikiy Tsarevich Anastasiy Romanova of Glavnya

"insert character quote here"
-Quote author

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Anastasiy Dima Aleksei Romanova || HRH, YH, other titles, Anastasiy, Adar (pron. with long a, so A-dahr), the Sad-Eyed Prince, the Kind-Eyed Prince

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of Glavnya || Velikiy Tsarevich

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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24 years

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male || he, him, they, them

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Grey asexual panromantic

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT:
HAIR: Long, curly, dark brown
EYES: blue, startling
STYLE: formal, professional, on the preppy side, but does sometimes venture into the “artistic” side in private; also dabbles in androgyny and femininity
NOTES:

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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soft-spoken, graceful, gracious, polite, courteous, reserved, good listener, prefers to listen and watch to speaking, melancholy, poor self image, self-sacrificing, slow to anger, trustworthy, slow to act, hesitant, lonely, kind, generous, is prone to crying when he is alone, romantic, second-guesses himself all too much, loving, tender, gentle, rarely raises his voice, considered somewhat effeminate, anxious

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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+ playing piano & cello
+ dance, esp. ballet
+ drinking (is quite partial to whiskey (especially scotch), bourbon, cognac, white wine, champagne, rosé)
+ music
+ poetry
+ reading
+ dressing well
+ looking his best
+ men’s and women’s fashion (and is quite partial to dressing androgynously or more femininely)
+ tea
+ rainy days
+ sunny days
+ clean uniforms
+ walks outside (especially with his dogs)
+ opera
+ his tutor

💎𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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- disappointing his mother
- the fact that he has to become king
- red wine, beer, vodka, tequila
- ruining his clothes
- messing up his appearance
- mathematics
- being lied to/cheated/played
- feeling manipulated
- the dark
- thunderstorms
- pressure
- coffee (he thinks it’s too bitter)
- the idea that all relationships must result in sex, or that all attraction must be sex-based

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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—would not have been next in line for the throne had his older brother not been assassinated (fc Henry Cavill)
—ballet background
—has licenses to sail and fly

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Clement Becq || #B0C4DE

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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tbd
_{A Few Lyrics here}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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N/A

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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💎 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼:

tbf
{ M: It takes you to the tag “aesthetic: anastasiy romanova” on my tumblr, so you don’t have to scroll through 40+ more images on this page. }

💎 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼:

Velikiy Tsarevich Anatoly Demyan Nazariy Romanova, brother, deceased {FC: Henry Cavill}
Age: 30 years
Notes:
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Tsarevich Arseniy Vadim Terenti Romanova, brother {FC: Timothée Chalamet}
Age: 20 years
Notes:
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Tsarevna Galya Mariya Asya Romanova, sister {FC: Mackenzie Foy}
Age: 17 years
Notes:
--- is weak from chronic illness in her early youth
Sacha Ibrahim Mikhailov, tutor {FC: Matthew Goode}
Age:
Notes:
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Glavnya

KOROLEVSTVO GLAVNYA

Insert caption about picture here

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Kingdom of Glavnya || Glavnya, Glavnian/Glavnyan

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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NAME: Tsar Oleksander Nikita Grigory Romanova, King of Glavnya {FC: Mads Mikkelsen}
Age: 53 years
Notes:
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Tsarina Zinovia Angessa Serafima Romanova, Queen of Glavnya {FC: Jennifer Ehle (circa The King’s Speech)}
Age: 50 years
Notes:
--- was betrothed to Oleksander to be married when she was 18

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Navy, Royal Blue, Goldenrod || #000080, #4169E1, #DAA520

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Snow, vodka, fur, being near-impenetrable in winter,

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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—fairly recent (70 years ago) reclamation of throne 100 years after threat of revolution forced the royal family to step down for at least a century in favor of different form of government (which failed)
— — past kings had used excessive military power to rule, but the last had been far too relaxed in comparison, letting things fall into ruin and slowly draining the treasury; the people revolted in order to save themselves and their country, but still had some respect for their royals (namely the queen and her children), so they let them live and proposed a treaty with their renouncement of the throne for 100 years
—the royal family’s reclamation went smoothly and Glavnya has seen great economic improvements; it seems the Romanovas have learned from their past mistakes
—true heir, Velikiy Tsarevich (Grand Prince) Anatoly Romanova, died in an assassination; public believes it to have been a car accident
—however there have been terrorist groups making reappearances, and one, the Niet, that has claimed responsibility for the assassination of the grand prince; this information is being kept as quiet as possible while being dealt with as rationally and peacefully as possible

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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💎𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵
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Mir, Glavnya

💎𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
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“ “

[Glyph]

<Snipped quote by Glyph>
Would you mind pasting them here in the OOC, too? Just so that the co-GMs can take a look as well!

@ayzrules

Here you go :) A relations sheet is also in the works...

Alexandra Bonnisseau of Castellevé

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"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time" -Thomas Merton

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Alexandra Joi Bonnisseau

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Princess (her brother Jack is "Crown Prince", however)

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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Nineteen

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Hetero-ish

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Alicia is shorter than the average females of their extended family. With a relatively slim frame, fair skin, and beautifully defined facial features, she still found herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoyed her own reflection. As of late, she’d moved away from her princess role into more of a “tomboy” appearance, keeping her hair cropped, and proudly wearing a “black rose” tattoo on the right side of her neck as well as more gender neutral clothes.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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While she does suffer from mild borderline personality disorder, to say that Alex speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and music. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way. Her brother, Jack, is probably one of the only people in the world that understands her random thought patterns, and angsty attitude toward life, but she still gets on his nerves regardless. Some see her as rather quirky at times, and others are just confused by her appearance, as those who may not know her that well, aren’t sure if she is a girl or boy. Relationships were few and far between, but that’s how she liked it, not allowing others to get too close and keeping herself busy enough not to worry about such things.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Drawing, Painting, Photography, Sushi, the Harry Potter Series, British New Wave music, and Yoga.

💎𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Being touched, Crowds, Mean people, Body odor, and Cold weather.

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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“Why can't you be normal for once?”

Alex was tired of hearing that line quoted by her parents on nearly a daily basis, sometimes indirectly aimed towards her twin brother Jack, but always meant for her specifically. But what the hell was wrong with being “different”? And what is "normal"? Just because you were born into wealth, or your parental units were some kind of royal (read: “pain in the asses”) significance to society, did that mean you had to be just like them and all their disgusting friends? Friends. That word is about as laughable as it’s meaning, whatever that was. When you had money, prestige, and everything that followed, “friends” could easily be bought, which Alex was pretty sure had been the secret to her parents success in life, as was most likely the same for the rest of the adults within the Kingdom.

But it didn’t always seem like this…

Growing up Bonnisseau was far less stressful and demanding as a kid, and both Alex and her brother were inseparable, one could even say, the best of friends if there ever could have been such a thing. There were no secrets between them, and whether running around the castle halls or stuck in school, The Prince and Princess of Castellevé had each other’s back no matter what challenges they faced head on. And the practical jokes and pranks, oh man, legendary if the Bonnisseau kids could boast about anything. Mom and Dad were great parents and rulers, and while they worked their asses off to provide for their family and rule a ginormous kingdom to boot, it seemed their attention slowly but surely fell onto her brother Jack, their “golden child”, as his twin sarcastically referred to him. Aside from their personalities, likes and dislikes, and a myriad of other aspects veering in different directions, Alex just couldn’t figure out why the King and Queen of Castellevé saw her brother in a more positive light.

Of course, it might have had something to do with a natural slide into deviant behavior that drove the Bonnisseau parents bad shit crazy just about every day, or perhaps the slipping of grades, sneaking out of classes to go hang out somewhere else, backing dad’s carriage into a greenhouse, or a laundry list of shenanigans that has essentially railroaded future chances of Alex finding positive favor in her parents eyes. Mid-teen years fast approached, and the bond that once kept both siblings inseparable was quickly deteriorating, and both she and Jack found themselves more isolated from one another. As it usually was, boyfriends and girlfriends came and went, and while Alex wasn’t all that interested in most of the guys that came a long, she made it a point to scare away those doting dames who actually liked her twin brother. But in the end, Alex just wasn’t the “boy crazy” type and quit caring about relationships of the heart. Her love of art consumed most of her time, as she kept to her photography, sketching, and painting, or visited the local art galleries in town from time to time hoping to build up the courage to have her work displayed for people to enjoy. In the kingdom of Castellevé, her friendships with the other kids wavered, as even their lives had changed from when everyone was younger. But she continued to hang with a few of the ones she could tolerate just to appease her family and theirs.

Alexandra loved her parents and sibling, but as time passed, she just felt less like part of the family, and kept to herself or spent time outside of the castle, down in the village markets and squares. She knew she was different from her brother, and each time she looked at him, she became angry because he just happened to be the more “perfect one”. So, out of spite, Alex took the only logical and extreme course of action: she trimmed her once long flowing hair very short and also got a tattoo. Needless to say, this sent her parents over the edge as punishments came and went, each taking away some privilege that otherwise had little effect on the girl.

Yep, the youngest born Bonnisseau twin wanted to be a rebel, and she was certainly treated as such...

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Burn - The Cure
_{'Oh, don't talk of love,' the shadows purr. Murmuring me away from you.
'Don't talk of worlds that never were. The end is all that's ever true.
There's nothing you can ever say. Nothing you can ever do.'}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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No unlucky chump on her radar just yet...

Kingdom of Castellevé

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A Hub of Art, Science, and Technological Brilliance

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Castellevé

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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King Gregory and Queen Larissa Bonnisseau

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Royal Blue & Scarlet Red

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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For centuries, Castellevé has prided itself in a rich heritage of Artistic, Scientific, and Technological Innovation, from elaborate wall murals, to great stone statues reaching to the heavens, their artistic influence has spread into other Kingdoms. Among their crowning achievements, Castellevé was the first to introduce “hot air balloons” and the “Photograph” into the known world many centuries prior. The Château de Fantaisie art festival is also held there on an annual basis, bringing talent from all over the world.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Castellevé was first fought for and settled a little over two thousand years ago, and built up to what it is today through the hard work and dedication of each of its residents, whether noble or commoner. It wasn’t until centuries later that during a time of relatieve peace within the land, an artistic renaissance flourished, and with it, new ideas in the way of art, science, and technology was born that would shape not only the Kingdom of Castellevé, but it’s surroundings as well. King Gregory Bonnisseau was the first of his lineage to create the Château de Fantaisie, an annual week-long artisan festival open to the public.

[ibecameinsane]

soooo... am I like the only one behind?

[ayzrules]

@ibecameinsane not at all, lol! IC isn't starting like right this minute :P take your time and feel free to reach out if you're stuck for ideas! <3

[alexfangtalon]

Leon Ford

Leonard Ford of Krieg-Königreich

"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend." -J.R.R. Tolkien

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Leonard Jaegar Fords (Leon)

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Crown Prince

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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17

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Heterosexual

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Leon is 6'1" with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He is very muscular and his face is always clean shaven and hair trim. He usually looks very stern and serious, but when there is no nobility from his kingdom around he can be seen with the goofiest grin around. The way he moves and looks just screams royalty because his father literally beat it into him leaving a few scars across his legs and back. No bruises or anything on his face or hands. He must be 'presentable'.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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• Brave • Courageous • Brash •

Leon would have everyone believe that he cares for nothing other than being a ruler. That is only because it is who his father is. Ever since Leon was a small child his father taught him that they should take survival of the fittest into their own hands. His mother, however, taught him love and compassion. Yet, if Leon exhibited the things taught by his mother in public he'd be beaten by his father. So, the boy decided that he would make himself appear to just be a mirror image of his father when in reality he was kind and caring.

Rarely would anyone be able to see this side of him for his father had the whole kingdom under his control. Yet, through Leon's actions people slowly have begun to look up to him as their true leader. Leon desires to be a king that helps his people. He still knows that his kingdom's way of life cannot be changed though. He puts up with war and participates merely so that one day he can hopefully end it all.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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• Training
• Battle Strategy
• Discussing Politics
• Proving people wrong
• Discussing philosophy
• Sweets of any kind

• When people consider him a warmongering person
• War itself
• His father
• Seeing someone put unnecessarily into harm's way
• Those who judge off of first impressions or through what they've heard

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Leon is the oldest of his father's children and therefore the heir. His whole life his father has prepared and bred him to be a warring king. Within the land that Leon calls home there are many smaller kingdoms surrounding the one he resides in as well as numerous amounts of terrorist organizations. I suppose that is what can happen when the current power came to be by military coup. Many years ago within the area that these kingdoms preside there use to only be one. However, a horrible man came to the throne. After years of horror many factions rose up in the kingdom all with one goal. To overthrow the current king.

After many years the faction that had its head in the military won over the rest. They placed the head of the military as the new king and this man was Leon's Great-Great-Grandfather. Things were run differently at that point. Many of the other factions were squashed, but a few escaped the lands and began their own kingdoms nearby. A few chose to stay and decided they wanted to keep trying for the throne. Jumping back to today all kings of Krieg-Königreich have in some way participated in the many battles over the years. They believed keeping the ruler as a military advocate would keep the kingdom in a steady balance and that it would eventually eliminate any opposition. Leon's mother believed differently. She wanted her children to have compassion. Up until this point royalty of Krieg-Königreich only married the nobility in their kingdom. Leon's mother was the first to convince Leon's father to seek an alliance with another kingdom through marriage.

She appealed to his military mind and as a result he agreed to establishing some form of alliance. At first Leon didn't understand his mother's reasoning and still to this day doesn't. Leon, due to having to act a certain way, has never had many friends. The ones he does have are extremely loyal. His actually are only a few who works within the castle he calls home and a few he has fought with. The boy has two younger brothers and three younger sisters. He and his siblings are very close, and they receive similar treatment from their father as Leon does but no where near the same extent.

Leon's life was fairly much always the same. Training in combat and tactics. Studying the way his enemies fought. Sneaking behind his fathers back to spend time with the workers in the castle. Occasionally getting caught and beat for it. Spending time with his mother and siblings. It was a routine thing for him. However, when his father came home from a diplomatic meeting one day his schedule became more rigorous. His father said that he'd finally found the perfect girl to have his son wed. From then on the king was much stricter on Leon. The boy had to be the perfect image that his father wanted him to portray.

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Color code is Royalblue and face claim is Richard Madden

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Hero of War - Rise Against
_{A hero of war
Is that what they see?
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it's a flag that I love
It's the only flag I trust}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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TBD

Krieg-Königreich

Krieg-Königreich

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Krieg-Königreich

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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Now presenting King Herrick and Queen Adelisa of Krieg-Königreich!

The King

King Herrick is a very aggressive and brutish fellow. From the day he was born he was taught that only two things in this world mattered. Power and love. If one ever contradicted the other he'd have to choose which mattered to him the most at the time. He believes the quickest way to peace is through brute force and eliminating all adversaries with no mercy at all. He does deeply love his wife and children despite the way he treats them at times. He is often quoted as saying, "Either they hate me and become the strongest, or they love me and become weak. I'd rather they not die from being weak." Usually, no one can convince him to do anything or get what they want from him. The only person who can consistently do this though is the Queen. His love for her is much more powerful than his desire for power.

The Queen

Queen Adelisa grew up as a child knowing she would marry Herrick. It was basically her duty. Before now the only people that the royal children were allowed to marry were children of nobility within Krieg-Königreich. The nobility at first came from the various generals at the time that Krieg-Königreich came to be. All members of these generals families became nobility. Nobility was also those who were distantly related to the current ruling family. Of all the nobility at this point in time, a few were becoming restless with the way the kingdom was handling things. Queen Adelisa came from one such noble family. Due to this, her ideals were different from her future husband. Despite this, they still loved each other very much. Queen Adelisa has always been kind and charitable and due to these traits and teaching them to her children the way Krieg-Königreich is run may change in the next few years to come.

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Royal Blue and Phoenix Orange

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Strong Military Strength, Being fairly powerful while technically being a baby among other kingdoms. Their colleges that specialize in the teaching of military tactics.(Basically they have the Harvard and Yale of military colleges and universities)

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Krieg-Königreich is still a baby kingdom when considered alongside the other powers in the world. They first came to be many years ago as a result of a military coup. As of right now there is Krieg-Königreich and many other much smaller kingdoms around the main kingdom. There are also many terrorist organizations fighting within Krieg-Königreich. This all started when the area that all these groups reside had only one large kingdom over it. When the peaceful King Hans died his son Alfred became the king. He was nothing like his father. He was a horrible man and performed many injustices during his reign as king.

After many years of this finally the people had had enough. Various factions sprung up within the land. After several years of war the tyrannical king finally died and the man who sat on the throne next was Corrado. He was one of the generals of the most militaristic faction that had sprung to life. They soon gathered their forces and pushed out the remaining factions as best they could. Many dispersed. Others stole land on the outer edge of the kingdom for their own and started their own kingdoms. A few stayed hidden within the land and became considered terrorist by many.

The new King Corrado gathered with his closest allies and publicly announced them as nobility. These men gathered together and decided they would rename the kingdom to Krieg-Königreich. Which in their native tongue signified that they would not put down their arms until all enemies were fully dealt with agreeing that once this occurred a new name would be taken at that point.

From then on the kingdom heavily focused on the art of war. Erecting colleges and universities for the sole purpose of strengthening the militaristic mind of their youth. They decided that they would take survival of the fittest into their own hands and verbally dictated all royal family members were only to wed those of the kingdoms nobility. However, they neglected to make it an official law.

Skipping many years ahead and past two kings the current rulers are King Herrick and his wife Queen Adelisa. Not much has changed over the years other than the military power has gotten much stronger than before. The kingdom now allows foreign youth to study within their institutions as long as they are not from a rival kingdom or from a kingdom allied with their enemies. The majority of the terrorist organization have forgotten what they are even fighting for and have established themselves as religious sects rather than seeking power. Also two out of the fourteen smaller kingdoms have been overtaken by Krieg-Königreich. Now the royal family is ready to present Leonard Jaeger Ford, the first of his name, to the rest of the world and to his soon to be wife. This is to be a major occasion for Krieg-Königreich and could very well shape the future of this kingdom.

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Hohenzollern Castle

Hohenzollern Castle is the home of the Krieg-Königreich royal family and their many servants and bodyguards. The old castle has been a staple of royalty within the region long before the current kingdom was established.

More info

Basically what is going on is the monarchy/military believes it is their right to the land 'stolen' from them by the other factions which have set themselves up at the edges of Krieg-Königreich's kingdom. Every ruler so far has seen it more as if the war that started many years ago never ended. They are basically in a state of faux-peace but tensions are really high at the borders. The smaller kingdoms want to stay as they are. Krieg-Königreich wants to reclaim the land. No one is really making a move. Really the main use of Krieg-Königreich's force is thrown into quelling the terrorist group which has hidden within Krieg-Königreich.

Krieg-Königreich has no desire to take land other than what they believe is rightfully theirs. A slippery slope yes, but King Herrick only believes that land which belongs to them is the land controlled by the other smaller kingdoms. He doesn't want to conquer the world. He just seeks to reunite the land that once was under one kingdom. He believes it is the best way to achieve peace among all of the people in the surrounding land.

The main reason they are so focused on war is that they were the faction primarily made up of military figures so that was the only way they knew to do things. And as such, they passed on their beliefs to their children. Over time, they have backed off and eased up.

I hope I explained the weird stuff going on in my head well.

[Glyph]

btw, @HaleyTheRandom, I love Talya's CS! She sounds fun and someone that Alex might get along with.

Also, this had me lol'ing like a dummy:

Their Inventions: The Atomic Bomb...

Mental note, do NOT piss off House Burnley :)

[Eric Horst]

Whazzz upppppp! This looks fun, any room left in this party castle or do I need to relocate to another far away land? :P ^^

[DracarysBitch]

Tada! done with Russia, I mean Rustavya. I'm gonna spruce it up and make it shiner later, but photoshop takes time, and adulting is time consuming :(. working on my oc now, but mostly wanted feedback first. ✌

Rustavya

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💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Rustavya
(pronounced Rhoos-stahv-ya, not rush, basically pronounce it with a slavic accent, preferably Russian, but Romanian and Ukrainian works too. Also Belarusian.)


💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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Rustavya is ruled by the Royal House of Vasaätten, the current Sovereign being King Nikolas III. His Queen Consort was Rhiannon of Rökstenne.

About the Royal Marriage

They were… not a happy couple, to say the least. Reportedly, they didn’t even sleep in the same bed after the birth of their one and only child. Rhiannon was the daughter of a neighbouring kingdom, and the marriage procured purely for alliance purposes, yet that did not make her a pliant nor silent Queen. Opinionated, intelligent, and headstrong, she did not come to Rustavya to simply wear a crown and look pretty. The royal couple differed on many a view, and despite being a foreigner, she’s managed to get much of the Cabinet on her side, and disagreements between the monarchs didn’t end with the King always winning, however, given Rustavya’s “complex” political nature, it didn’t also end with some kind of legislation (more on that later).

Nikolas came into the throne young, just barely past the age of majority (18), and filled with ambition, vigour, and endless arrogance. He is the pure embodiment of the downsides of the Ancien Régime. However, unlike Louis XIV, he is not golden. While he has ambition, he lacks the intelligence and patience of better dictator-kings. What Nikolas wants, Nikolas gets. Aka, every basic white man, essentially. Everything went his way, until he was married to Rhiannon, similar to him in nature, but she had the intelligence and patience he lacks. While the King of Rustayva is absolute, critically, he (or she) must not appear to be, as public riots and revolutions in the past have shown, which is why the cabinet exists, to provide the illusion of a cooperative government. Rhiannon, however, was also to sway about half of them to her will, resulting in increased corruption and political assassinations, including attempts on both the King and Queen (known to have been orchestrated by each other). Publically, they maintained a civil face, but did not keep their dislike of each other entirely private, which has also split the public in terms of which sovereign to love and obey. Suspiciously, the Queen has been missing for about 5 years now, and no one can say with any certainty what has happened to her. Officially, it’s stated as foul play, assumed to have been a kidnapping, and the length of time since her disappearance makes it all the more likely that she is dead. However, this has also worked in her favour, as King Nikolas’s approval is at an all-time low of 46%, whereas the Queen, despite not being there, is at 97% approval.

General Politics

Overall, Rustavya, isn’t exactly conservative or liberal so much as it is simply subject to the will of the reigning Sovereign. Social progress goes back and forth depending on who's wearing the crown. What is constant, however, is the ironclad grip with which the crown bearer rules. The free press is non-existent in Rustavya, though there is a feeble attempt to pretend the state doesn't control the news and ALL media. And the internet is heavily watched and controlled, and at times banned. Accounts that belong to users from certain foreign nations are blocked in Rustavya. Dissent is not appreciated nor welcome in Rustayva. Though depending on the severity of the dissenters actions, and the mood of the monarch, they can get off scot free or be executed.

Primogeniture Laws

In theory, Rustavya practises absolute-primogeniture, meaning that the title (in this case the throne) passes to the eldest living trueborn child, regardless of gender. However, there exists a provision that any marriages to other royal families, wherein the spouse is the heir apparent or presumptive of a line of succession, automatically forfeits the Rustavyan's claim to Rustavya's throne. Historically, this has been used to bypass female heirs. Only in the event of no viable living heirs (including cousins and secondary lines of succession) can the throne pass to an illegitimate child or an illegitimate line, there have been instances, however, of overruling this provision in cases of popular male princes du sangs (princes of the blood), though this has always instigated a war. Most royal matches are to be consented to by the sovereign (as such, it usually falls to them to arrange betrothal as well), however, a royal over 18 may simply get consent from the cabinet. The heir, however, must obtain consent from both the sovereign and cabinet, if they are over 18, they are free to REJECT any betrothal they so choose, but cannot accept as they please.

Although the royal couple have only one child, Crown Princess Venera, the King has another child, an older son, Grand Duke Vasily, he is a prince du sang, prince of the blood, and born out of wedlock (illegitimate) and therefore unable to lay claim to the throne, except in extenuating circumstances (that’s not to say he doesn’t want it though).

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Blue and silver, with shades of red (though, particularly when worn by government officials, red is considered offensive since it was the colour of the last civil war leaders)

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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(I know, I know, concise and short, but I love Russia okay? I can’t do short. I need some kind of outlet to spew off all these useless facts I’ve accumulated. I’ve embellished some of it, but most of those numbers and shit are fucking true, for Russia, Rustavya’s not real. Only changed some rankings to reflect the political shifts in Rustavya.)

Alongside being the largest country by landmass (though a lot of it is uninhabitable due it being a frozen tundra, so their population ranks them as about the 9th largest country), Rustavya is oil and natural gas rich, and known for its extensive mineral and gemstone mining, particularly of diamonds, as well as its extensive military and arms industry.

Petroleum Industry

The petroleum industry in Rustavya is one of the largest in the world, a contender for the largest, but authorities are in disagreement as some believe a few middle Eastern countries may win that crown. However, Rustavya, by far, has the largest reserves and is the largest exporter of natural gas. It has the fourth largest coal reserves, second highest oil reserves, and is a contender for the largest producer of oil. However, Rustavya itself is only the fourth highest fossil fuel energy user in the world (prior to the reign of Nikolas III, they were second). They produce 12% of the world’s oil, and about 14% of global oil exports. Most of their oil goes west, particularly to Europe. In regards to natural gas, not only are they the world's largest exporter, but are the proven holder of the largest reserve. It’s theorized, but not proven, that they are also likely home to the largest volume of still-undiscovered natural gas, with a mean probable volume of 6.7 trillion cubic meters of said fossil fuel that is absolutely horrendous for the environment (listen, my country ain’t all that liberal, but I sure as hell am). Undiscovered oil is estimated to be about 22 billion barrels (second to the estimated undiscovered oil in Iraq- I mean a middle eastern country). The petroleum industries revenues account for about 12% of Rustavya’s GDP (14% for Russia, in 2005, and only as being responsible for the post-soviet GDP growth, slightly out of date statistic, so). They are considered an “energy superpower”, and the world estimates their oil and gas reserves to be worth and estimated $75 Trillion US dollars (or I guess Acrian dollars? Also, yeah, that’s the real estimate of the worth of Russia’s oil and gas, they hella rich son).

Mineral/Diamond Mining Industry

The second most profitable industry in Rustavya is their mining of non-oil and gas minerals. One of the world’s leading mineral industries, and accounting for a large percentage of Eastern Europe/Slavic State production of a range of minerals, Rustavya is ranked among the top 5 worldwide producers of a number of minerals, including; aluminion, arsenic, cement, copper, magnesium compounds and metals, nitrogen, palladium, silicon, nickel, and vanadium. Additionally, they lead the world in diamond mining by volume, and account for 27% of global diamond extraction.

Military and Arms Industry

To guard oil and diamonds, one might want a few tanks, and Rustavya has, frankly, all of them. They have a large and sophisticated military and arms industry, some would argue an necessarily large stockpile. They have the capabilities to design and manufacture high-tech military equipment, including fifth-generation fighter jets, and are currently working on next-gen jets with greater tracking and “invisibility abilities”, for a lack of a better term, just being quiet and using the clouds and shit to shield them from view, and signals to avoid detection, not like wonder woman’s invisible jet. They also have like, all the guns and tanks, etc. Rustavya has so much excessive military equipment, in fact, that they opened up a theme park a few years ago. Just two hours outside of the capital, it’s call Komrade Park (the actual one in Russia is called Patriot Park), you can climb on tanks, shoot bazooka’s, it’s actually pretty fun, if a little threatening. Rustavyan arms exports are valued at approximately $15.7 billion usd, their worth second only to the US/Acira. Their top exports are combat aircrafts, air defense systems, ships, and submarines.

Additionally, Rustavya is a nuclear superpower, and has numerous ballistic missiles, as well as nuclear powered submarines. They have a large stockpile of chemical and biological weapons, and invented the Novichok agents, a series of nerve agents claimed to be 5-8 times more deadly than the (british made, but idk who is england in-verse) VX series of nerve agents, and Soman (discovered during WWI, and further developed by the US/Acira and Germany, separately, during WWII). Over 100 strains of Novichok agents exist, and they are heavily guarded and kept in secret locations by the government. As Rustavya has not provided any information on the chemical makeup of Novichok, it has had be reverse engineered from victims in other nations, and it’s difficult to crack due to it’s highly volatile nature. No known treatment exists, and Rustavya has not admitted to whether or not they engineered an antidote themselves. Novichok agents are the favoured Rustavyan method of disposing of people out of their own borders. The exact stockpile of Rustavyan weapons of mass destruction is unknown, as it’s a closely guarded secret. It’s even entirely clear if the King knows exactly how many they have. In the late 80’s-90’s, they admitted to a total peak stockpile of 68,000 warheads (the united states admitted to 32 040), but, as of a UN estimate last year, they’ve gone down to 7,850 (which includes all missiles, bio-weapons, etc. btw, USA, you guys currently at 7100, no data available yet to show how trump affected that though).

Economy

Economically speaking, Rustayva has been very careful to ensure that while the world is dependent on them, their economy will survive if suddenly cut off. They have vast farming, health, and etc industries, though they may not rank as the highest in the world, they are profitable and self-sustaining enough, and if all trade was suddenly cut off, the country would survive. This is what allows it to keep enduring as it does as it pleases, since sanctions have little to no effect on their economy. The Rustayvan economy implements an odd mix of marxist-leninist communism, and oligarchy. Rustayva has an uneven distribution of wealth, yet has low poverty rates and general satisfaction amongst the people, as it’s largely abolished the bourgeoisie. The distinction in status is essentially that you are either of (proven) royal blood, or you are a commoner, and therefore equal to everyone else. The state, ie the Crown, owns most state assets, such as the aforementioned 3 major industries of oil/gas, diamonds, and arms, however, outside out of the immediate branch of the royal family, the wealthier you are, the higher your taxes. Offshore banking is considered treason within Rustavya, and the penalty for treason is, of course, death. Additionally, even if a company is NOT state owned, the Sovereign has the power to shut down or indefinitely and forcibly keep open any company they so choose. The country implements a living wage, as well as various social benefits, such as maternity and parental leave, as well as complete and free universal healthcare (includes dental). This system, however, breaks down during high periods of corruption, often resulting in civil and a near complete change of government. An easier way of understanding the Rustavyan economy is actually just to look at Amazon’s business model, the company is happy to bleed money in order to gain market share, and keep prices low to make sure the consumers are happy. With Rustavya, the Crown would be Jeff Bezos, they have all the money, and can save the world if they wanted to, Amazon is the government/whatever-remains-of-the-bourgeoisie (essentially, they’re oligarchs, but it doesn’t matter how much money they have, if they piss off the King/Queen, they gonna die), they’ll lose money, in order to make sure the customers, the people, can keep affording to buy shit, and live in homes, so that they don’t riot.

More Politics and Culture

However, despite all this definitely cool and necessary information about their wealth and economy, Rustavya is best known for its political turmoil and militarial endeavours. Civil war is just another tuesday in Rustavya. It goes through governments faster than Trump goes through wives. They also don’t keep that shit to themselves, and have been encroaching on neighbouring lands and necessarily getting involved in middle east conflicts. Internationally, they’ve also been accused of meddling in the elections of other nations, as well as committing assassinations on foreign soil. Most of which they’ve denied, or openly laughed off. Because of this, they have been subject to UN and other sanctions, but it hasn’t affected their economy.

Rustavya has its own rich and historic culture, and is heavily resistant to outsiders influence, particularly from the western half of the world. It heavily resents nations *cough* The US-I mean Aciras *cough* that constantly screams that they are “the greatest nation on the Earth”, like “fuck off”, said the average Russian-I mean Rustavyan. Because of this, they loathe foreign culture, particularly western culture, and have their own celebrities. Most people recognized as international stars, ironically, would be either little or completely unknown in Rustavya.

Rustavya practices state agnosticism (during the last civil war, it became the first country to practise state atheism, though the harshness of the last government is why it’s now agnostic). While the state does not endorse any one religion nor another, the constitution allows for freedom of religion, but all government employees, including the monarchy, are forbidden from publicly displaying faith in any religion. If something of the spiritual variety is to be mentioned, they may only use vague terms such as “the divine,” or “the forces of the universe,” etc.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Super general history, it's short, I'm proud of me

Rustavya has a long and complex history. It’s well over a thousand years old. Originally, it was known as Kievan Rus’, and was founded by Varagians (the name given by the Rus’, greeks, and others to Vikings). It’s been through several major periods of extreme political upheaval, from basic feudalism to a somewhat functioning traditional democracy in around the 1300’s, to the outright Divine Rule of Kings to a traditional constitutional monarchy to a communist rebellion, to sudden royalist revolt, back to constitutional monarchy, and a few more civil wars before the current government was established, and remains unbroken (though challenged) since 1937.

Yusupov Rebellion

The House of Yusupov is a cadet branch of the royal house, and they enjoyed a lot of power, but it wasn't enough and they came for the crown. The Yuspov's gained support of the majority of the government, but lacked the military and the people. However, the war lasted a decade, from the 80's to the late 90's, and resulted in numerous casualties. They lost in the end, and most Yusupov's were executed, including children and completely innocent family members. At the time, their executions resulted in international outcry, but ironically had the opposite effect on everyday Rustavyan's, who resented the concept of mercy for people who fucked up their lives for 10 years.

"Dead men don't claim vengeance, and neither do their dead sons." - Paraphrase of a paraphrase of a Tywin Lannister saying. (I think it was clash of kings? no dance of the dragons. either way, it was GRRM who wrote it)

Annexation of Askold

Previously part of Rökstenne, Askold was once part of Rustavyan (during the communist days), and when they last made moves indicating they wanted to take it back, Rökstenne swiftly arranged the marriage of Princess Rhiannon to then the boy king, 20 year old Nikolas. It was annexed by Rustavya a few months after her disappearance, sparking international outcry, yet little to no repercussions. They were hit with some sanctions, but they had no visible effect on the Rustavyan economy.

Increased International Activity

Following the success of getting away with annexing Askold, Rustavya has been more blatant, getting into scuffles in the Black Sea, and seizing numerous boats, as well as openly killing dissidents that had managed to escape to other countries.

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Playlist

» The capital city is named Voskhod and is home to Voskresenskie Palace, seat of the Sovereign.

» During the 60’s, they were engaged in a space race, and while they did not manage to claim the first man on the moon, in 1961, they manned the first flight in space and put the first man in space, as well as bringing him back. Rustavyan astronauts are called cosmonauts, and Ruscosmos (the nickname of Rustavyan Cosmonautic Organziation) remains a heavily protected and invested in industry in Rustavya.

aesthetics and stuff to come. again, adulting takes up so much time. I hate work. TToTT

[ayzrules]

Whazzz upppppp! This looks fun, any room left in this party castle or do I need to relocate to another far away land? :P ^^

@Eric Horst

you are welcome to join!!!

[ayzrules]

Hey! This is what I have so far; you mind taking a quick peek see if I'm in the right direction?

Anastasiy Romanova

Velikiy Tsarevich Anastasiy Romanova of Glavnya

"insert character quote here"
-Quote author

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Anastasiy Dima Aleksei Romanova || HRH, YH, other titles, Anastasiy, Adar (pron. with long a, so A-dahr), the Sad-Eyed Prince, the Kind-Eyed Prince

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His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of Glavnya || Velikiy Tsarevich

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24 years

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Male || he, him, they, them

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Grey asexual panromantic

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HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT:
HAIR: Long, curly, dark brown
EYES: blue, startling
STYLE: formal, professional, on the preppy side, but does sometimes venture into the “artistic” side in private; also dabbles in androgyny and femininity
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soft-spoken, graceful, gracious, polite, courteous, reserved, good listener, prefers to listen and watch to speaking, melancholy, poor self image, self-sacrificing, slow to anger, trustworthy, slow to act, hesitant, lonely, kind, generous, is prone to crying when he is alone, romantic, second-guesses himself all too much, loving, tender, gentle, rarely raises his voice, considered somewhat effeminate, anxious

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+ playing piano & cello
+ dance, esp. ballet
+ drinking (is quite partial to whiskey (especially scotch), bourbon, cognac, white wine, champagne, rosé)
+ music
+ poetry
+ reading
+ dressing well
+ looking his best
+ men’s and women’s fashion (and is quite partial to dressing androgynously or more femininely)
+ tea
+ rainy days
+ sunny days
+ clean uniforms
+ walks outside (especially with his dogs)
+ opera
+ his tutor

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- disappointing his mother
- the fact that he has to become king
- red wine, beer, vodka, tequila
- ruining his clothes
- messing up his appearance
- mathematics
- being lied to/cheated/played
- feeling manipulated
- the dark
- thunderstorms
- pressure
- coffee (he thinks it’s too bitter)
- the idea that all relationships must result in sex, or that all attraction must be sex-based

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—would not have been next in line for the throne had his older brother not been assassinated (fc Henry Cavill)
—ballet background
—has licenses to sail and fly

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Clement Becq || #B0C4DE

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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tbd
_{A Few Lyrics here}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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N/A

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💎 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼:

tbf
{ M: It takes you to the tag “aesthetic: anastasiy romanova” on my tumblr, so you don’t have to scroll through 40+ more images on this page. }

💎 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼:

Velikiy Tsarevich Anatoly Demyan Nazariy Romanova, brother, deceased {FC: Henry Cavill}
Age: 30 years
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Tsarevich Arseniy Vadim Terenti Romanova, brother {FC: Timothée Chalamet}
Age: 20 years
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Tsarevna Galya Mariya Asya Romanova, sister {FC: Mackenzie Foy}
Age: 17 years
Notes:
--- is weak from chronic illness in her early youth
Sacha Ibrahim Mikhailov, tutor {FC: Matthew Goode}
Age:
Notes:
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Glavnya

KOROLEVSTVO GLAVNYA

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Kingdom of Glavnya || Glavnya, Glavnian/Glavnyan

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NAME: Tsar Oleksander Nikita Grigory Romanova, King of Glavnya {FC: Mads Mikkelsen}
Age: 53 years
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Tsarina Zinovia Angessa Serafima Romanova, Queen of Glavnya {FC: Jennifer Ehle (circa The King’s Speech)}
Age: 50 years
Notes:
--- was betrothed to Oleksander to be married when she was 18

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Navy, Royal Blue, Goldenrod || #000080, #4169E1, #DAA520

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Snow, vodka, fur, being near-impenetrable in winter,

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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—fairly recent (70 years ago) reclamation of throne 100 years after threat of revolution forced the royal family to step down for at least a century in favor of different form of government (which failed)
— — past kings had used excessive military power to rule, but the last had been far too relaxed in comparison, letting things fall into ruin and slowly draining the treasury; the people revolted in order to save themselves and their country, but still had some respect for their royals (namely the queen and her children), so they let them live and proposed a treaty with their renouncement of the throne for 100 years
—the royal family’s reclamation went smoothly and Glavnya has seen great economic improvements; it seems the Romanovas have learned from their past mistakes
—true heir, Velikiy Tsarevich (Grand Prince) Anatoly Romanova, died in an assassination; public believes it to have been a car accident
—however there have been terrorist groups making reappearances, and one, the Niet, that has claimed responsibility for the assassination of the grand prince; this information is being kept as quiet as possible while being dealt with as rationally and peacefully as possible

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💎𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵
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Mir, Glavnya

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@MorningStar1399

Looks good so far!

Tada! done with Russia, I mean Rustavya. I'm gonna spruce it up and make it shiner later, but photoshop takes time, and adulting is time consuming :(. working on my oc now, but mostly wanted feedback first. ✌

Rustavya

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💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Rustavya
(pronounced Rhoos-stahv-ya, not rush, basically pronounce it with a slavic accent, preferably Russian, but Romanian and Ukrainian works too. Also Belarusian.)


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Rustavya is ruled by the Royal House of Vasaätten, the current Sovereign being King Nikolas III. His Queen Consort was Rhiannon of Rökstenne.

About the Royal Marriage

They were… not a happy couple, to say the least. Reportedly, they didn’t even sleep in the same bed after the birth of their one and only child. Rhiannon was the daughter of a neighbouring kingdom, and the marriage procured purely for alliance purposes, yet that did not make her a pliant nor silent Queen. Opinionated, intelligent, and headstrong, she did not come to Rustavya to simply wear a crown and look pretty. The royal couple differed on many a view, and despite being a foreigner, she’s managed to get much of the Cabinet on her side, and disagreements between the monarchs didn’t end with the King always winning, however, given Rustavya’s “complex” political nature, it didn’t also end with some kind of legislation (more on that later).

Nikolas came into the throne young, just barely past the age of majority (18), and filled with ambition, vigour, and endless arrogance. He is the pure embodiment of the downsides of the Ancien Régime. However, unlike Louis XIV, he is not golden. While he has ambition, he lacks the intelligence and patience of better dictator-kings. What Nikolas wants, Nikolas gets. Aka, every basic white man, essentially. Everything went his way, until he was married to Rhiannon, similar to him in nature, but she had the intelligence and patience he lacks. While the King of Rustayva is absolute, critically, he (or she) must not appear to be, as public riots and revolutions in the past have shown, which is why the cabinet exists, to provide the illusion of a cooperative government. Rhiannon, however, was also to sway about half of them to her will, resulting in increased corruption and political assassinations, including attempts on both the King and Queen (known to have been orchestrated by each other). Publically, they maintained a civil face, but did not keep their dislike of each other entirely private, which has also split the public in terms of which sovereign to love and obey. Suspiciously, the Queen has been missing for about 5 years now, and no one can say with any certainty what has happened to her. Officially, it’s stated as foul play, assumed to have been a kidnapping, and the length of time since her disappearance makes it all the more likely that she is dead. However, this has also worked in her favour, as King Nikolas’s approval is at an all-time low of 46%, whereas the Queen, despite not being there, is at 97% approval.

General Politics

Overall, Rustavya, isn’t exactly conservative or liberal so much as it is simply subject to the will of the reigning Sovereign. Social progress goes back and forth depending on who's wearing the crown. What is constant, however, is the ironclad grip with which the crown bearer rules. The free press is non-existent in Rustavya, though there is a feeble attempt to pretend the state doesn't control the news and ALL media. And the internet is heavily watched and controlled, and at times banned. Accounts that belong to users from certain foreign nations are blocked in Rustavya. Dissent is not appreciated nor welcome in Rustayva. Though depending on the severity of the dissenters actions, and the mood of the monarch, they can get off scot free or be executed.

Primogeniture Laws

In theory, Rustavya practises absolute-primogeniture, meaning that the title (in this case the throne) passes to the eldest living trueborn child, regardless of gender. However, there exists a provision that any marriages to other royal families, wherein the spouse is the heir apparent or presumptive of a line of succession, automatically forfeits the Rustavyan's claim to Rustavya's throne. Historically, this has been used to bypass female heirs. Only in the event of no viable living heirs (including cousins and secondary lines of succession) can the throne pass to an illegitimate child or an illegitimate line, there have been instances, however, of overruling this provision in cases of popular male princes du sangs (princes of the blood), though this has always instigated a war. Most royal matches are to be consented to by the sovereign (as such, it usually falls to them to arrange betrothal as well), however, a royal over 18 may simply get consent from the cabinet. The heir, however, must obtain consent from both the sovereign and cabinet, if they are over 18, they are free to REJECT any betrothal they so choose, but cannot accept as they please.

Although the royal couple have only one child, Crown Princess Venera, the King has another child, an older son, Grand Duke Vasily, he is a prince du sang, prince of the blood, and born out of wedlock (illegitimate) and therefore unable to lay claim to the throne, except in extenuating circumstances (that’s not to say he doesn’t want it though).

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Blue and silver, with shades of red (though, particularly when worn by government officials, red is considered offensive since it was the colour of the last civil war leaders)

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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(I know, I know, concise and short, but I love Russia okay? I can’t do short. I need some kind of outlet to spew off all these useless facts I’ve accumulated. I’ve embellished some of it, but most of those numbers and shit are fucking true, for Russia, Rustavya’s not real. Only changed some rankings to reflect the political shifts in Rustavya.)

Alongside being the largest country by landmass (though a lot of it is uninhabitable due it being a frozen tundra, so their population ranks them as about the 9th largest country), Rustavya is oil and natural gas rich, and known for its extensive mineral and gemstone mining, particularly of diamonds, as well as its extensive military and arms industry.

Petroleum Industry

The petroleum industry in Rustavya is one of the largest in the world, a contender for the largest, but authorities are in disagreement as some believe a few middle Eastern countries may win that crown. However, Rustavya, by far, has the largest reserves and is the largest exporter of natural gas. It has the fourth largest coal reserves, second highest oil reserves, and is a contender for the largest producer of oil. However, Rustavya itself is only the fourth highest fossil fuel energy user in the world (prior to the reign of Nikolas III, they were second). They produce 12% of the world’s oil, and about 14% of global oil exports. Most of their oil goes west, particularly to Europe. In regards to natural gas, not only are they the world's largest exporter, but are the proven holder of the largest reserve. It’s theorized, but not proven, that they are also likely home to the largest volume of still-undiscovered natural gas, with a mean probable volume of 6.7 trillion cubic meters of said fossil fuel that is absolutely horrendous for the environment (listen, my country ain’t all that liberal, but I sure as hell am). Undiscovered oil is estimated to be about 22 billion barrels (second to the estimated undiscovered oil in Iraq- I mean a middle eastern country). The petroleum industries revenues account for about 12% of Rustavya’s GDP (14% for Russia, in 2005, and only as being responsible for the post-soviet GDP growth, slightly out of date statistic, so). They are considered an “energy superpower”, and the world estimates their oil and gas reserves to be worth and estimated $75 Trillion US dollars (or I guess Acrian dollars? Also, yeah, that’s the real estimate of the worth of Russia’s oil and gas, they hella rich son).

Mineral/Diamond Mining Industry

The second most profitable industry in Rustavya is their mining of non-oil and gas minerals. One of the world’s leading mineral industries, and accounting for a large percentage of Eastern Europe/Slavic State production of a range of minerals, Rustavya is ranked among the top 5 worldwide producers of a number of minerals, including; aluminion, arsenic, cement, copper, magnesium compounds and metals, nitrogen, palladium, silicon, nickel, and vanadium. Additionally, they lead the world in diamond mining by volume, and account for 27% of global diamond extraction.

Military and Arms Industry

To guard oil and diamonds, one might want a few tanks, and Rustavya has, frankly, all of them. They have a large and sophisticated military and arms industry, some would argue an necessarily large stockpile. They have the capabilities to design and manufacture high-tech military equipment, including fifth-generation fighter jets, and are currently working on next-gen jets with greater tracking and “invisibility abilities”, for a lack of a better term, just being quiet and using the clouds and shit to shield them from view, and signals to avoid detection, not like wonder woman’s invisible jet. They also have like, all the guns and tanks, etc. Rustavya has so much excessive military equipment, in fact, that they opened up a theme park a few years ago. Just two hours outside of the capital, it’s call Komrade Park (the actual one in Russia is called Patriot Park), you can climb on tanks, shoot bazooka’s, it’s actually pretty fun, if a little threatening. Rustavyan arms exports are valued at approximately $15.7 billion usd, their worth second only to the US/Acira. Their top exports are combat aircrafts, air defense systems, ships, and submarines.

Additionally, Rustavya is a nuclear superpower, and has numerous ballistic missiles, as well as nuclear powered submarines. They have a large stockpile of chemical and biological weapons, and invented the Novichok agents, a series of nerve agents claimed to be 5-8 times more deadly than the (british made, but idk who is england in-verse) VX series of nerve agents, and Soman (discovered during WWI, and further developed by the US/Acira and Germany, separately, during WWII). Over 100 strains of Novichok agents exist, and they are heavily guarded and kept in secret locations by the government. As Rustavya has not provided any information on the chemical makeup of Novichok, it has had be reverse engineered from victims in other nations, and it’s difficult to crack due to it’s highly volatile nature. No known treatment exists, and Rustavya has not admitted to whether or not they engineered an antidote themselves. Novichok agents are the favoured Rustavyan method of disposing of people out of their own borders. The exact stockpile of Rustavyan weapons of mass destruction is unknown, as it’s a closely guarded secret. It’s even entirely clear if the King knows exactly how many they have. In the late 80’s-90’s, they admitted to a total peak stockpile of 68,000 warheads (the united states admitted to 32 040), but, as of a UN estimate last year, they’ve gone down to 7,850 (which includes all missiles, bio-weapons, etc. btw, USA, you guys currently at 7100, no data available yet to show how trump affected that though).

Economy

Economically speaking, Rustayva has been very careful to ensure that while the world is dependent on them, their economy will survive if suddenly cut off. They have vast farming, health, and etc industries, though they may not rank as the highest in the world, they are profitable and self-sustaining enough, and if all trade was suddenly cut off, the country would survive. This is what allows it to keep enduring as it does as it pleases, since sanctions have little to no effect on their economy. The Rustayvan economy implements an odd mix of marxist-leninist communism, and oligarchy. Rustayva has an uneven distribution of wealth, yet has low poverty rates and general satisfaction amongst the people, as it’s largely abolished the bourgeoisie. The distinction in status is essentially that you are either of (proven) royal blood, or you are a commoner, and therefore equal to everyone else. The state, ie the Crown, owns most state assets, such as the aforementioned 3 major industries of oil/gas, diamonds, and arms, however, outside out of the immediate branch of the royal family, the wealthier you are, the higher your taxes. Offshore banking is considered treason within Rustavya, and the penalty for treason is, of course, death. Additionally, even if a company is NOT state owned, the Sovereign has the power to shut down or indefinitely and forcibly keep open any company they so choose. The country implements a living wage, as well as various social benefits, such as maternity and parental leave, as well as complete and free universal healthcare (includes dental). This system, however, breaks down during high periods of corruption, often resulting in civil and a near complete change of government. An easier way of understanding the Rustavyan economy is actually just to look at Amazon’s business model, the company is happy to bleed money in order to gain market share, and keep prices low to make sure the consumers are happy. With Rustavya, the Crown would be Jeff Bezos, they have all the money, and can save the world if they wanted to, Amazon is the government/whatever-remains-of-the-bourgeoisie (essentially, they’re oligarchs, but it doesn’t matter how much money they have, if they piss off the King/Queen, they gonna die), they’ll lose money, in order to make sure the customers, the people, can keep affording to buy shit, and live in homes, so that they don’t riot.

More Politics and Culture

However, despite all this definitely cool and necessary information about their wealth and economy, Rustavya is best known for its political turmoil and militarial endeavours. Civil war is just another tuesday in Rustavya. It goes through governments faster than Trump goes through wives. They also don’t keep that shit to themselves, and have been encroaching on neighbouring lands and necessarily getting involved in middle east conflicts. Internationally, they’ve also been accused of meddling in the elections of other nations, as well as committing assassinations on foreign soil. Most of which they’ve denied, or openly laughed off. Because of this, they have been subject to UN and other sanctions, but it hasn’t affected their economy.

Rustavya has its own rich and historic culture, and is heavily resistant to outsiders influence, particularly from the western half of the world. It heavily resents nations *cough* The US-I mean Aciras *cough* that constantly screams that they are “the greatest nation on the Earth”, like “fuck off”, said the average Russian-I mean Rustavyan. Because of this, they loathe foreign culture, particularly western culture, and have their own celebrities. Most people recognized as international stars, ironically, would be either little or completely unknown in Rustavya.

Rustavya practices state agnosticism (during the last civil war, it became the first country to practise state atheism, though the harshness of the last government is why it’s now agnostic). While the state does not endorse any one religion nor another, the constitution allows for freedom of religion, but all government employees, including the monarchy, are forbidden from publicly displaying faith in any religion. If something of the spiritual variety is to be mentioned, they may only use vague terms such as “the divine,” or “the forces of the universe,” etc.

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Super general history, it's short, I'm proud of me

Rustavya has a long and complex history. It’s well over a thousand years old. Originally, it was known as Kievan Rus’, and was founded by Varagians (the name given by the Rus’, greeks, and others to Vikings). It’s been through several major periods of extreme political upheaval, from basic feudalism to a somewhat functioning traditional democracy in around the 1300’s, to the outright Divine Rule of Kings to a traditional constitutional monarchy to a communist rebellion, to sudden royalist revolt, back to constitutional monarchy, and a few more civil wars before the current government was established, and remains unbroken (though challenged) since 1937.

Yusupov Rebellion

The House of Yusupov is a cadet branch of the royal house, and they enjoyed a lot of power, but it wasn't enough and they came for the crown. The Yuspov's gained support of the majority of the government, but lacked the military and the people. However, the war lasted a decade, from the 80's to the late 90's, and resulted in numerous casualties. They lost in the end, and most Yusupov's were executed, including children and completely innocent family members. At the time, their executions resulted in international outcry, but ironically had the opposite effect on everyday Rustavyan's, who resented the concept of mercy for people who fucked up their lives for 10 years.

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Annexation of Askold

Previously part of Rökstenne, Askold was once part of Rustavyan (during the communist days), and when they last made moves indicating they wanted to take it back, Rökstenne swiftly arranged the marriage of Princess Rhiannon to then the boy king, 20 year old Nikolas. It was annexed by Rustavya a few months after her disappearance, sparking international outcry, yet little to no repercussions. They were hit with some sanctions, but they had no visible effect on the Rustavyan economy.

Increased International Activity

Following the success of getting away with annexing Askold, Rustavya has been more blatant, getting into scuffles in the Black Sea, and seizing numerous boats, as well as openly killing dissidents that had managed to escape to other countries.

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» The capital city is named Voskhod and is home to Voskresenskie Palace, seat of the Sovereign.

» During the 60’s, they were engaged in a space race, and while they did not manage to claim the first man on the moon, in 1961, they manned the first flight in space and put the first man in space, as well as bringing him back. Rustavyan astronauts are called cosmonauts, and Ruscosmos (the nickname of Rustavyan Cosmonautic Organziation) remains a heavily protected and invested in industry in Rustavya.

aesthetics and stuff to come. again, adulting takes up so much time. I hate work. TToTT

@DracarysBitch

Haven't had a chance to read it thoroughly, but also looks good!

After both of you guys have CS's and kingdom sheets finished I'll set up a group chat to hash out some details if needed :)

[Amethyst]

Wooo! Here's my three friends. And one infodump about my new special interest oops >_< :D I'll finish Athens' sheet before too long. DISCLAIMER: Yes I know I suck at alternate history, deal w/ it.

I tried to keep it plausible-ish, and if you're in that area and need your region to have never been touched by Lusitania lemme know. I totally don't want to screw over anyone's backstories with my hyper-specificity.

Livi Viriatus

Liviana Viriatus of Lusitania

"Every new beginning comes from some beginning’s end." -Seneca

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Liviana ‘Livi’ Decima Viriatus

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N/A – Lusitania does not use inherited titles at all, it is rather a cultural – implication, of sorts, that one’s family name be the indicator of their power. That said, in another kingdom she would be called a princess, though she’s at least twenty-sixth in line to the throne.

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Sixteen (Born March 15, 2002)

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Female

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Asexual

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Though little Livi Viriatus isn’t much to look at, standing a tiny four feet and four inches and weighing maybe 80 pounds sopping wet, she’s got a lot of attitude about her. Unruly dark-chocolate curls cascade past her hips, when they’re behaving (which isn’t often) and frame a thin face set with enormous, deep blue eyes that don’t flinch away from any form of stare.

In terms of posture, Liv is painfully proper - her back as straight as a board, every muscle tense in a struggle to gain a few more millimeters of stature. Her hands are usually clasped at her waist, behind her, or else held close to her. When she walks, she is careful to make little sound, though her usual soft-soled sandals make that even easier.

Attire is something that all Lusitanians take pride in, and Livi is no exception. Her piles of hair are often braided and pinned up, tucked with all manner of pins and jewels with only a few strands left free. Her clothing is always in Lusitania’s traditional style - long, flowing gowns of chiffon and thin silk that are layered and draped for modesty. Restrictive, yes, but absolutely gorgeous. Many Lusitanian women can pull these outfits off with ethereal ease; on Liv, however, the garments threaten to drown her, at best obscuring any hint of a figure that she might have. She favors shades of baby blue and pink and white, pastel colors that don’t further overwhelm her fair skin.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Outwardly, Liviana is the perfect Lusitanian girl. Quiet and demure, with little opinion about much of anything. Her musical interests are kept quiet, her social ones never spoken of - the only thing she publicly excels at are weaving, spinning, and looking pretty.

Internally, however, it’s a very different story. Equal parts infuriated by her lack of education and fiercely determined to succeed, she has a fiery wit and a thirst for knowledge - but it is crippled by her upbringing, fear of stepping out of line.

Liviana is absolutely devoted to her musical endeavors - cello and piano are by far her favorite instruments. Hours are spent practicing, arguably a majority of her time, even. Second to that is her social media addiction - don’t laugh. After much consideration, and a thorough introduction by her best friend, the 13-year-old Livi decided that the Internet was by far the best way for a sickly, frail princess to be an activist on a global scale.

Loneliness is Livi’s constant companion, though - her best friend’s health is failing, and Liv’s siblings and father scarcely give her the time of day. Though she tries to be optimistic and determined, it’s very hard to stay as such - especially because her activism doesn’t seem to leave a mark. And with her internet presence, she sees all sorts of other young women speaking out in person - and so wishes she had that level of confidence and poise and grace. She just wishes she could do more for her cause - and dares to hope that her engagement is just that.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: Tea with milk and honey, tiny creatures, orchestral music, libraries, polite conversation, flowing dresses, sunshine, wildflowers.

Dislikes: Coffee, rock music, radical feminists, protest marches, scary old senators, alcohol, spinning lessons.

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Liviana is the tenth, and youngest, child of the current emperor (Imperator Julius Titus Viriatus Augustus) of Lusitania. She has seven older brothers and two older sisters. Her mother died of complications upon her birth, and thus Livi was named for her - it was only fitting that Lady Livia’s legacy be continued.

Born a sickly, premature child, it was a fight for Liv to survive from the very first moment. The realm watched the tiny princess with detached fascination - it wasn’t as though she was to inherit, or rule, and there were plenty of other healthy royal children should she expire - and sighed in tentative relief as she managed to make it to her first birthday. But the health issues did not go away. Her father, upon realizing she was never to grow out of her sickness, did his best to shuffle her out of the public eye.

When she was seven, she had her first marriage proposal. A crusty old senator's youngest son, who was nonetheless at least five times her age, dressed in finery and anointed in oils that made her breath whistle in her throat. She watched in terror, and in fascination, as her father politely refused the man, taking to heart his confidence in her - "A Viriatus is suitable for only an heir."

As she grew older, however, she realized how - to put it politely - screwed the entire system was. Proposal after proposal offered for her hand, by men as old as her father, who saw her as nothing more than an object to hang on their arm and a fortune to subsume. She watched her next-eldest sister, Valeria, married off at the age of fourteen to an obscenely-rich Athenian investor - and having borne three children by eighteen. Such was not a life Livi wanted, but any statements of this were fielded away as being naive child's wonderings. All things are done for the Empire, silly Livi; for what else do you even exist?

Thankfully, as her body resolutely refused to turn into a woman's, the marriage proposals dried up.

With them, so did her father's hope in her.

She was taught to spin thread from the time she was six and taught the art of loomwork from the time she was ten. Such was what women did, both married and unmarried ones; a young woman's place was on a cushion in a quiet room listening to older women quietly sing and tell stories between the thumping of the looms and scarce whispering of twirling threads. She hated her spinning lessons, but took part in them.

A marry-able woman was quiet, and adept at her work, and so Livi had to be. For the Empire. Certainly, she had the 'quiet' in spades. Few people, save her maids, ever cared to speak to her, and most even seemed to actively look through her. For the most part she was allowed to just exist, slipping out of the weavers' room and into the halls to wander. If her father ever noticed, he never cared, nor said anything to have her stop.

Time and chance had her, at last, make a friend - Lucian Catilina, a nobleman's son, and a pianist-in-training. He saw her as a person, and didn't seem to care that she was small and weak... Though how could he? He was scarcely bigger than her, and had his own small novel’s worth of medical problems. With much pleading and cajoling, he convinced her to come to an orchestra rehearsal with him - where she was immediately plopped down in a seat and handed a cello with little more explanation than, 'it'll be fun!' (which it certainly was, though perhaps less so for the others in hearing distance.) Thus, a remarkably-intense interest in music (and an intense friendship) were born.

Through Lucian, she was exposed to a great many things. Clumsy Greek and English lessons, musicianship in all facets - though cello and piano became by far her favorites - and most magically... the Internet. Smartphones (or really phones in general) were a rarity in Lusitania, especially for girls, but Lucian pulled a few strings and cajoled a few people and managed to get Liv an older Athenian-made one, and a generous data plan. She lost countless hours to scrolling through social media, hours of arguing with people (The annoying contingents of Aciran ‘Roma’ fangirls, in particular, were often argued with about their willful ignorance) and starting to break the silence on the real social climate in Lusitania.

Today, she has just under 300 thousand followers on Instagram, which is her primary platform - say what you like, but it is an ideal one for comments of political exposition disguised under pretty, pink-filtered ‘aesthetic’ photos of people and landscapes.

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Code: F2AED3 | FC: Jodelle Ferland

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Invisible Ink - Mandy Moore
_{People say it's nice to meet me
I often wonder why
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But I still can't draw conclusions
I'm still talking out of turn...}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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N/A

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Aesthetic board here.
Liv has a pet sparrow named Qvi (pronounced 'kwee'), a gift from Lucian, and she loves That-bird to death. (It's a joke, get it? because qui means 'that' in ancient imperial Latin. Aforementioned bird used to terrorize orchestra rehearsals and was so often called 'that (optional: bloody, or 'fucking', or some other expletive) bird' that the name eventually stuck.

Liv is a proud member of the Lusitanian Women's Forum, a moderate feminist organization that hosts meetings and debates and politely politically protests, by sending petitions and speakers to the senate house and imperial court. They look down on many other feminist groups, seeing their rioting and passionate speech as being overall harmful to the greater good of their mission.

Dom Viriatus

Domitia Viriatus of Lusitania

"I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to take charge of me." -Simone de Beauvoir

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Domitia ‘Dom’ Annia Viriatus

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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N/A – Lusitania does not use inherited titles at all, it is rather a cultural – implication, of sorts, that one’s family name be the indicator of their power. That said, in another kingdom they would be called a princess – they (were) second in line to inherit after their father.

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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18 (Born September 15, 1999)

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Nonbinary (prefers ‘they’ pronouns)

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Aaaaa?!

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Dom is a very stern looking young person, somehow intimidating despite their tiny stature. Though they are notably tall for an afab person born into the Viriatus bloodline, and even stand just above the Lusitanian average, they are dwarfed by most from the rest of the world – they stand at five feet and zero point seven five inches, to be precise.

Their body was once that of an athlete or soldier, toned and wiry with muscle and padded with a healthy layer of fat, but in the last three years it has withered away and become emaciated and frail. Collarbones are starkly sharp against their sallow skin, joints comparatively knobby and bulbous. Once-broad shoulders now are loose and pointed and often bruised – the running ‘joke’ in their family is that a sparrow’s landing on their shoulder would leave a mark for weeks.

Despite their form, or perhaps because of it, everything else about them has a razor-like intensity. Dark green eyes peer out from under wisps of precisely jaw-length mousy-brown hair, over painfully-prominent cheekbones further emphasized by a long, thin scar that traces lengthwise across the right one. Dom refuses to conceal it with makeup, even considering the scar a point of pride – the only injury they ever sustained during their years of military school.

Regarding attire, Dom clothes themself as a Lusitanian lady would – only out of the insistence of their father and grandfather. Their attire is always closely fit to their body - at least, as closely as any Lusitanian fashions ever are – and in the dullest colors they can get away with. They wear no jewelry or hair accessories, and minimal makeup, though their fingernails are immaculate and always have clear, glossy gel polish on them.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Dom is a master of self-control. Everything about them must be entirely, exactly in its place. They are obsessive - hands eternally fidgeting, picking at buttons or brooches or loose threads or, without anything else, their own skin; eyes flickering to every face and object in the room and back over them a hundred times. When something manages to capture their focus, however, it is absolutely laser-like. Dom has been taught to be utterly attentive to every last detail of a situation. At one point, their memory was impeccable as well; the ability to recall any face or name would come in immense use should they ever wind up as the kingdom's ruler - but in recent years that ability has faded. Nonetheless, Dom is a very unnerving person to be around- their eyes seem to linger on all of one's secrets.

In all other regards, however, they are the perfect royal of bygone times. Elegant, graceful, and (perhaps overly) formal, they're not the sort to embarrass or cause offense at a dinner party. That said, there's always something off about them - they do not do well at idle small talk, and have a bearing and posture that never fully settle to relaxed.

Internally, Dom is very introspective and honestly quite pessimistic. Their existence has, for the last several years, been a matter of keeping their head down and just surviving - and now these two months here in Aciras are to be their only chance at escaping Lusitania and finding somewhere to except them for who they are. Pressure mounts - but then, they've always been good under pressure. With that being said, they've never tried to make a personal connection with anyone, certainly not on the level required to get them to agree to a wedding. They just pray they can make it happen.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: Pretty, strong girls (!!!!!), gardening, rainstorms, swimming and running, vegetarian cuisine, ’wonder food’ smoothies, indie music and edm, cartography.

Dislikes: Meat, especially fatty Aciran cuisine; fuckboys from their year, idle time, milkshakes (they're lactose intolerant), penmanship lessons.

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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The kingdom rejoiced when Servius Titus Viriatus’s wife bore him twins. The heir to the throne had his own heirs, and the fate of Lusitania was secure!

To honor the twins’ mother, they were both named for her father – and the female twin was given her name, in place of the ancestral ‘Titus’ that had been traditionally bestowed to the eldest children for generations. Thus Domitia Annia and Domitius Titus Viriatus were welcomed into the world.

Growing up, the twins were utterly inseparable. They were fiercely doted upon, and guarded, and kept from playing with any of the lesser-born children, and so they became figuratively joined at the hip. They also bore an uncanny resemblance to each other, to the point where if their hair was obscured even their regular nurses couldn’t tell them apart.

As they grew older, they were separated – the girl twin shut inside to learn to weave and spin and embroider and do pretty lady things, and the boy set out to explore and scuffle and run with the hounds and do stern soldier things.

Annia wouldn’t have minded such a docile life. But Titus- he aggressively, painfully, did not want to be a solider. And Annia had always looked out for her brother.

In their infinite wisdom, the twins hatched a foolproof plan to switch places. At the tender age of eight years old, Annia cut off her long hair, chopped it up all raggedy with scissors until the nurses had to shave it just like her brother’s.

With that came the sad realization that even their parents could not tell them apart (at least when they were clothed) whatsoever, which made it almost painfully easy for them to trade places. On the fateful day when Titus was to be sent off to Lusitania’s most prestigious military academy, Annia took his place in the car.

So was born the identity with which Annia continues to use today – ‘Dom’ was hungry for knowledge and viciously eager to prove himself better than his classmates, which he did with much perseverance and effort. He soon became a favorite of many of the teachers, who admired his work ethic and discipline despite his lack of physical stature, and found his mental aptitude to be second to none.

As years passed, Dom and Titus were rarely given a chance to interact. But Titus was at least as clever as Dom; he continued his part of the ruse without revealing it, and under much more careful scrutiny than Dom ever was at the Academy.

The twins were approaching their thirteenth birthday. By this time, Dom had become the top of their class. Titus had done so well at convincing everyone that he was Annia that a proposal had been extended. Dom’s heart nearly fell out of their chest.

There was no way they could make the change. The day of the ceremony, Dom tried to get Titus alone, to switch with him once more, but he… either didn’t see, or refused to acknowledge them. Their terror grew as the ceremony progressed, as they were sent back to the school that very same night – feasting was all well and good, but they had to get an education.

In the morning they were awoken to the most horrifying news they could have imagined.

Titus had been found dead in the marriage bed, his throat slit and body mutilated, and the noble he’d been wed to nowhere to be found.

All eyes turned to Dom. Forcibly revealed to be the fairer twin, their father ordered them brought home. It was a riot. Not even figuratively speaking- there were students taking up arms and rocks and standing against the legion with their shields and swords, and the fury was infectious, spilling over into the common people. The riots spread all through Rome, through the surrounding cities, and lasted in force for over two weeks. Dom themself was ordered to lay down their arms and surrender to their father’s guard; they very politely told the guards to fuck off and continued fighting.

The riots eventually settled. Many were wounded, including Dom – they had been glanced across the cheek by the edge of a throwing spear, but refused medical treatment, for fear that they would be returned home – but their father no longer required it. They were allowed to return to school.

Oh, and how things changed.

Teachers who used to dote on and fawn over them were cold, callous, and unfairly harsh in marking their papers. They would consistently ‘lose’ submitted work – Dom began submitting it in hard copy, digitally, and in any other way they could think of, until eventually the teachers got so tired of the eternal spam that they dropped the pretense. The other students, who had previously been in varying shades of awe and envy, suddenly saw them as lesser. Hazing and bullying started at every turn, constantly calling them by their too-feminine name. More than their fair share of scuffles broke out- scuffles which they could not defend within at all, for fear of being expelled.

trigger warnings within

(TW for implication of sexual violence)
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It was perhaps good that the secret’s revelation had been so sudden, rather than a gradual one of budding curves and bloody thighs. But they too soon grew into their femininity, and tenuous though it was it attracted the look of many – and they soon realized what a vile part of the world they really lived in.

Classmates soon found excuses to be near their bed, in the year’s communal bunkroom; found excuses to sneak beside them in the dead of night. Professors, during midterms, in the daylight and dubious seclusion of office hours – ‘there’s a price for passing marks, little girl.’

They grit their teeth and bore it, silently, and graduated with the highest possible honors. To spite them; to spite all of them. To be a stronger person than they would ever dream to be.

What had they learned at school?

Sure, sure. Tactics, history, the legends of the man who dared stand against a tide. How ironic that he who broke the tyrannical Roman’s back is idolized, yet the one who now tries to take more than their due be vilified.

Trying to re-integrate to palace life, having returned home with their medals and uniforms, was… decidedly not easy. There was no rigor, at least not compared to the planned-to-the-minute days they had grown so used to at the academy, and everyone else was altogether too relaxed.

It didn’t help that upon their return they were immediately forced back into the pretty, flowy dresses that they had escaped at the age of eight. Constantly followed by that name – that nameand forced to be someone they were not – until they burst from the halls in a fit of rage and ran, and ran, and did not stop until they twisted their ankle in a pothole and went skidding across ancient concrete.

Seven miles from the palace. How long had they been out there? The agonizing walk back gave them time to think, gave them time to let the pain of the situation ease along with the ache in their lungs.

Not Annia. Annia had died that day she had taken Titus’s place. Annia would have become the quiet wife of that nameless noble four years before. Annia would have worn dresses and curlers and braids and laurels and been content to know that someday she would have children.

Not Titus. Titus was dead. Murdered. Titus would have been an emperor, blessed by gods and revered by men. He would have been noble and just and kind and powerful.

No, Dom was neither the girl they had been born nor the man they tried to become. Rather… stuck in limbo. Incomplete.

The only person they dared reveal this revelation to was their younger aunt – Livi. The sheltered and frail youngest sister of their father. If they expected her to be shocked or confused, they were instead met with a soft laugh and a quiet Internet search on Livi’s ever-present smartphone. Such words as ‘nonbinary’ and neutral pronouns – only ever used in conversation with Livi and a few other trusted friends, of course, the emperor was ill-prepared to deal with a nonconforming child, never mind a nonbinary one! - but gradually Dom became more confident in their personal identity. It was easier for them to don the sparkly gowns knowing that the way they dressed didn’t invalidate who they felt they were.

But with that comfort and confidence came in turn issues with their physical appearance. They were too small and lacking in form and muscle to ever be a masculine enough man, and too few people took them seriously with their increasingly feminine shape. Rome had always prized women with wide hips and generous busts.

tw again sorry

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When they had pinpointed that – that the shape of their body was what was causing them so much discomfort – they soon found remedies for it. What started as a healthy diet and conditioning exercise, to get back into the physical condition they had once been, became increasingly obsessive as they started to see results.

Livi grew concerned, as she ever did, and begged them to eat something, to stop the exercise. Dom said they would once there was no trace of their old body. Liv made them swear it. On Titus’s grave.

They barely ate, and when they were forced to, quickly purged it following the meal. Hours and hours in the training fields, on the courts, until their legs were shaking so they could hardly stand. So much self-hatred and anxiety and fear of it- never being enough. Of them never ridding themself of the last airs of femininity; of Annia always being there in the corner of their mind, whispering about what a woman they could have been.

Their figure melted away over the next year. Eventually, the monthly pains and bleeding spaced out, and stopped entirely. Still the relentless regimen. Liv begged them, again, pleaded with them, screamed at them and tackled them down onto the bed – even the child-sized Liviana was stronger than them, by this point – and reminded them what they’d sworn. Would they dishonor their brother, or would they get better?

After this outburst, their relationship with their aunt much improved. Livi was patient, gentle and quiet; she would distract Dom with drawing or music or internet ‘memes’ when the urges to run got so strong, would entice the kitchen staff to make low calorie vegetarian dishes, knowing that vegetarian food was Dom’s weakness and reasoning that few calories were still better than no calories – and they got better.

They still fear gaining weight; they still exercise too much and eat too little. But gone, at least for now, is the numbness and apathy that once surrounded them.

Several months have passed. This trip to Aciras is going to be… interesting, for certain. Betrothed to a man they’ve only met on official business, from a kingdom that might be progressive compared to Lusitania, but is still remarkably old-world fussy compared to the rest of the world... they can only hope that Edwin won’t immediately call it off upon getting to know them, or worse, force them into an identity they can’t fill.

They feel awful at the thought of abandoning little Liviana, but – they need to do this, if they want to survive. Britannia might not be much better but as the empress-to-be they would have certain protections that would be unheard of in Lusitania. Everything would be fine.

…right?

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Color Code: c2e2a7 | Faceclaim: Alba Galocha

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Warriors - Imagine Dragons
_{As a child you would wait
And watch from far away
But you always knew that you'd be the one
That work while they all play
In youth you'd lay
Awake at night and scheme
Of all the things that you would change
But it was just a dream!}

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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Edwin Drakewine of Britannia

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Dia has at times spoken at FF ('Foeda Flammae', or 'the league of the flame' - a radfem organization that advocates for women to take up arms and forcibly take back their rights) rallies, and has accidentally become a bit of a radical feminist icon across the world. They don't agree with all of FF's platforms, and even speak out against how dangerous their 'rekindling the flame of war' would be, and how many women would be subject to horrible violence because of it- but it falls on deaf ears; the organization only ever uses their quotes that appear to support their platforms, and claim to be endorsed by Dom when they're very much not.
They have 10k f
ollowers on Tumblr, and about 12k on instagram, but try to keep a low profile and keep those identities un-associated with their name.

Anton Telesphorides

Andronikos Telesphorides of the Athenian Federation

"There is nothing permanent except change." -Heraclitus

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Andronikos ‘Anton’ Loukianos Telesphorides

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Prince

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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Twenty-three (born 25 May 1995)

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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At least bi, if not fully gay.

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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Though Anton is not especially tall, and is indeed rather short - standing about five feet, five inches tall - he carries himself exceptionally proudly. His eyes are a deep coffee brown, his hair a dark shade of brown that is often mistaken for black. Much to his chagrin, the bridge of his nose and his prominent cheekbones are dusted with a liberal sprinkling of freckles, which really detract from the whole “severe businessman” look… depending on how desperately he wants them gone, he will sometimes raid his sister’s makeup kit and apply a thin coating of foundation before any formal appearance.

His body is well-built, if a bit on the thin side – his muscles are wiry, not bulky. He’s been through some amount of physical training as the city states require all young men to go through basic military training, regardless of if they intend to stay in or not. In attire he tends to forgo cultural norm in favor of something more stylish and business-conscious – his go-to outfit is a fitted navy or black business suit, usually over a white or blue shirt and a black or metallic gold satin tie.

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Charismatic and proud, there’s quite a lot of personality packed into Anton’s pint-sized frame. He’s at times quite arrogant, doing his best to hold himself loftily above everyone around. Massively proud of his intellect, and the depth and breadth of his education, he strikes up many a conversation with the sole purpose of proving himself superior to those around him. This brash, somewhat stoic facade is just that - a facade hiding his own fear of his shortcomings, and his massive bitterness that his sister is set to inherit instead of him.

Hidden behind all of this, so deep that not even he recognizes it, is a cruel cunning and a burning lust for power. He is deeply envious of his elder sister’s inheritance, and seeks to prove himself to his parents as the rightful next ruler, doing so through cunning business and shrewd social deals. His personal moral compass, while strong, seems not to apply in matters of trade and influence - he will stop at nothing to exploit others’ personal weaknesses and strengthen his own position. Highly manipulative, he takes the role of the underdog and victim whenever he can, seeding pity and using that to his own advantage. He refuses to admit that it’s his inferiority complex talking.

With this being said, he does have a surprising soft spot for those actually befallen by misfortune, and is fiercely protective of those weaker than he is- those who he judges are genuine and not just seeking pity.

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: Black coffee, organized spreadsheets, chrome anything, tailored suit jackets, precise schedules, the ocean, rain, fancy pens, Eione (His cat), playing piano.

Dislikes: Cream or sugar in his coffee, caramel, milk chocolate (too sweet, bleh), 'traditional' Athenian wear, free time, artistic pursuits (other than calligraphy), guitar music (for some reason it's just super grating on his ears.)

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Andronikos was the only son, the second of three children, and spent much of his childhood in a peculiar state of being doted on and yet still considered lesser. His elder sister Andromede (“Andi” when she must anglicize it) and younger sister Korinna (“Kory”) were lovely, confident girls, but he was always the treasured one- the only son, after all. Raised in a bizarre fusion of the cutting edge of the modern world - every piece of technology and modern wonder at his fingertips - and the classical one, his worldview definitely is… unique.
Growing up, he was a bit pampered. He had anything his heart desired, except, of course, the title of crown prince. This honor was given to Andi, naturally, and Anton had a front seat view of how his only-two-years-older sister had to grow up into a diplomatic, graceful woman before she even hit her teens. He did his best to be there for her, helping her prepare to take the eventual burden of keeping the citystates in line, and the burden of being the first woman to inherit. (Though the citystates’ inheritance ran solely on primogeniture, the luck of the gods had been such that a woman had not inherited in living memory.)

Kory was born when he was five years old. As they grew, he was always much closer to Andi than their… foolish little sister, and the younger girl resented all of them for it, withdrawing from everything. He did his best to put the girl’s pettiness out of mind, and remains frosty with her to this day.

Their schooling was second to none. By the time they were thirteen, they were fluent in English, as well as their own Greek and Latin and knew at least snippets of a few other languages. Business partners were often more receptive when met halfway with their own language being used for negotiations, after all. He was educated in politics and philosophy, math and finance and the theory of investing. All fairly standard things for Athenian nobility.

His world was turned upside down when he was fourteen. Of course he knew of the revolution in the neighboring Luxieme- they’d been following the news of the bloody revolt quite closely- but he never expected he would be the state delegate sent to the scene, after the Athenian soldiers had forced the insurgents’ surrender.
Amid the crowd of paparazzi and elite soldiers, as he took the symbolic first shovel of earth in the ruins of the capitol building, pledging his people’s support for the reconstruction of the kingdom of Luxieme… he saw her. A little girl, spindly, hungry, disheveled, and peering at him from half behind a pillar with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. He faltered in his speech, faltered on national television, his diplomat’s smile slipping for one single second.

His mother had been furious, having seen his reaction on the television, his momentary slip of poise as though he’d seen a ghost. He’d tried to defend himself, but no one believed what he said. A few days later, one of their medical units dragged in the same girl he’d seen. Edelessa D’Argent. Valentine. She was sent to their home soon after she was found; they thought raising her in the more… sheltered and structured Federation capital would be good for her, would give her confidence and some semblance of perhaps a normal childhood - and give her a jumpstart on becoming the crown princess her kingdom needed.

He expected Kory to be all over the new girl, but if she was distant to him she was downright frosty to the errant princess. So it fell to him to keep the young princess of Luxieme company. Grudgingly at first, but he slowly won her over with little gifts of books and sweet things, and spending time just close enough that she grew to tolerate his presence.

He taught her to ride horses, and on a whim bought her a polaroid camera- he’d seen the way those pretty eyes would latch on to birds and especially butterflies and insects- and when that was a success made a small investment of personal wealth to acquire a very nice digital camera for the girl. This turned out to be the proper turning point of their friendship. The promise of artistic opportunities seemed to be what was needed to get the young princess out of her shell.

Four years ago, his mother dropped the bomb that they were to be married, and Luxieme finally, officially annexed. He was horrified - at nearly twenty, when Blue herself was only twelve - but Mother’s mind seemed made up.

He took the issue to Andi, who gave her soft, already-matronly grin, and ruffled her baby brother’s hair, and told him not to worry and that she could give him some time to figure something out. She’s undermined the king’s authority and gotten Anton an invitation to attend the festivities in Aciras. The unspoken agreement is clear, though - he needs to strike up a deal when he’s there, or else he’ll be wed to Valentine upon their return.

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Color code: F2E9AC | FC: Cameron Boyce

💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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N/A yet!

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Aesthetic to be added later!

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Lusitania

The Empire of Lusitania

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Commonly called simply ‘Lusitania’

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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Julius Titus Viriatus is the reigning Viriathus, currently in the forty-seventh year of his reign at the age of seventy-two; Livia Aelia-Viriatus was his wife of thirty-one years and died in 2002 at the age of forty-five.

💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Tyrian purple and gold

💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Lusitania, and famous? In the same sentence? Ha. At any rate, the only reason Lusitania is relevant is because it’s so old. They do some agricultural export, handled by Athenian shipping lines, but for the most part they’re a sleepy (and stagnant) kingdom primarily fueled by a tourist industry – again, they seem to be very much stuck in a prior time that foreigners love to experience (and can’t wait to leave.)

Lusitanian soldiers still fight with swords and shields and armor out of the classical era. In the 1800s there was a brief surge of gothic-plate style knight’s armor, but it was soon abandoned as being too expensive and intricate. (That said, many centurions and those of higher ranks own a suit worn for ceremony, and some prime decani can be seen wearing greaves and gauntlets in that style, in addition to their traditional uniforms.) It should be noted that their military serves in place of a police force; otherwise their role is solely ceremonial.

Overall, they’ve got a mishmash of basically 2000 years of aesthetics happening. Don’t even look at their coin system, where they’ve got several differently-named coins that have the same values.

They’ve become a biiiit of a meme on the Internet, with their quite frankly backwards policies and their blatant lack of such notions as ‘equality’ – they have become ‘the wet-dream of incels’ to quote one scandalous Britannian tabloid, a statement which might have some truth when one considers the proposed changes to Lusitanian immigration law.

A radical feminist symbol has increasingly cropped up in social media even in other kingdoms – a rust- or bronze-colored brazier, shaped as a horseshoe or perhaps a crescent moon, with twisting flames erupting from the top. It’s the icon of Foeda Flammae, the League of the Flare (though with the dual meaning of ‘foeda’ there’s often less-favorable translations. Regardless, it plays well into the Aciran Nasty Women and other such rough-and-tumble feminist cries.)

💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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In northern Italy, extending down to Rome.
Technically they have the whole of Italy but the southerners are being a bit secessionist/ wanting to join with the Athenians.
Most recently in the world news about them have been the Ludiia Riots of 2013 – after the murder of Domitius Titus Viriatus and revelation of his twin sister’s deception, students at the school she had been attending rioted for her right to stay there rather than face discipline at home.
The empress died in 2002 while giving birth to Liviana Decima. The kingdom had the customary two years of mourning at that time.
Became an empire in 1466.
Last external military conflict was finished in 1615, a decisive loss.

Excessively Rambly History

The Romans would have had you believe that the Lusitanian War ended decisively with the assassination of Viriathus.

But such was merely misleading propaganda, spread by a cowardly, sniveling empire, in terror of the divine retribution they had wrought upon their own heads.

Viriathus. Viriathus! The rallying cry that united the tribes of the Lusitanii. A god-king amongst mortals; a hero of eras long gone past. The gods would not allow such a cowardly, conniving act to bring to heel their chosen people. No; Viriathus rose with the dawn, with blood still seeping from his wounds, and sent the Roman traitors fleeing back to their masters.

The year was 133 BC. The Romans reported that Viriathus was dead, that the uprising of the Lusitani had been quelled- meanwhile, they marched through Iberia, casting off the shackles of Roman oppression and leaving those perfumed senators, leagues away, quaking in their sandals at the news. The cry of Viriathus became their rally.

The gods recalled their hero in his old age, as they eventually do with even those divine; upon the dawn his graced grandson, in bearing and temperament a likeness to the hero in his prime, came before the assembled army. ‘I am Titus Viriathus; and with your blessing I shall lead you in our quest against the tyrant.’

By 280 CE, the Lusitanii had found themselves against the Rhine, against Rome itself. Within four seasons, what had been left of Roman ideology and influence crumbled away; those who shared in its sentiments in some form were allowed to flee eastward, to Byzantium and the ‘Eastern Roman Empire’.

The Lusitanians did not want to conquer; they simply wanted to empower others to cast off their shackles. They remained as a loosely federated republic, and took up proper residence in Rome. However, as time went on, and the Roman threat faded into distant memory, they soon forgot their values.

The title of Viriathus had been an elected one, though especially dynastic; it seemed to be passed from father to son or grandson or nephew. Their dynasty has ruled, with the gods’ blessing, undisturbed for millennia. As time went on, the vote became increasingly a formality; the title handed down from father to son irrespective of the peoples’ wishes.

Taxes and tariffs were levied on the member states, to fuel the growth of eternal Rome. The conscription of soldiers from the member states, to fight inroads into the territory by the Goths, was the last straw for many. The Iberians, where Castilya now stands, seceded not long after these reforms were formalized. How could Lusitani have so horrifically turned their back on – the values that made them Lusitanian in the first place?

So began the end of Lusitania’s stretch across Europe. Other people and places followed Iberia’s lead, despite Lusitania frantically tightening their grip, dispatching legions right and left to try to force their hand. In 1466, the first Julius Titus Viriathus declared himself emperor, to better circumvent the increasingly-bloated bureaucratic nonsense that was making it hard to dispatch their troops, convinced that it would fix everything.

They had lost almost all of their territory by the dawn of the seventeenth century.

Today, Lusitania is a shadow of its former self, no longer containing any part of its ancestral origin. It occupies the northern half of the Italian peninsula. Though they technically hold the lands south of Rome, those isolated cities on the southern end feel they have more in common with the Athenian city-states than they ever did with the now greedy and gluttonous Lusitanians, and welcome a revolution.

💎𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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To be added as more comes up. Can present a family tree upon request; it is very big and confusing and inbreeding is kinda a thing. Oops.

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@alexfangtalon is Konigreich still trying to take over the world?