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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Cameron Greene, Daughter of Eris

_{be careful; I bite}

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___________________________________ N A M E Cameron Lorelei Greene ; Cammy ; Cam A G E November 15 ; eighteen years old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Salem, Massachusetts N A T I O N A L I T Y Italian-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Italian Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 lbs Hair: Dirty blonde Eyes: Blue Body Type: Slim - athletic and willowy Body Marks: - Ears Pierced - An array of stick'n'poke tattoos. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: As if she'd admit that. Current: None Past: Anyone that would piss her father off. F A M I L Y Father: Vance Greene (stage name: Killjoy) Mother: Eris Half-Sister (father's side): Polly Greene Step-mother: Jasmine Greene L E G A C Y N/A P E T S A small black rat named Eli. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Concerts ✔ Sneaking out ✔ Apple-flavoured sweets, apple-scented perfume, apple everything. ✔ Acoustic versions of songs ✔ Painting with watercolour ✔ Smoking sometimes ✔ Rodents D I S L I K E S ✘ Rules ✘ Her father ✘ Thunderstorms ✘ Rom-Coms ✘ Coconut ✘ People smarter than her ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Abrasive ✴ Self-assured ✴ Cold ✴ Beguiling ✴ Perceptive ✴ Dishonest ✴ Quick-witted ✴ Mischevious You'd have to be an idiot to trust Cameron if you've just met her. She's selfish, manipulative and damn near impossible to be around when she's in one of her moods. Although it would be easy to say she's utterly unpredictable, the fact that she will always put herself first can absolutely be depended on. She lives to surprise people - to see that look appear on their face when she does something they weren't expecting. Expect the unexpected when it comes to her. In regards to getting what she wants, Cameron's charm can be irresistible. She is an expert at exploiting weaknesses to her own advantage. She's not afraid to flutter her eyelashes to achieve her own goals, and will use and abuse anyone that gets in her way. She isn't all bad, as is the case with most kids with rough starts, and does have her good parts. Once she has decided to like you, a feat in itself, she will fight dirty for you. She's surprisingly fun to be around when you're in on what's going on in that ever-ticking brain of hers, and her pranks are often works of genius. Her soft side is practically non-existent, but is there nevertheless. She has her moments of warmth, which can often be witnessed when she's speaking to Eli, her rat. Ultimately, she's the cliched case of an untrusting girl putting up walls to keep people out. Is it worth the effort of getting past them? That's up to you, but there certainly isn't a dull moment with her around. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Being a rockstar is difficult, Vance Greene would argue. To be exactly what people want you be, all the time, is an awful way to live, apparently. Obviously that included dealing with the hundreds of groupies that would follow Vance, a.k.a Killjoy, to the ends of the earth and further. How would be deal with them? Like any other rockstar, of course! He'd take them back to his bed for a night before leaving them in the dirt. He did this for years. Until Eris showed up. She merely needed to flutter her khol-lined lashes at him and he was head-over-heels. Within weeks he was ready to leave behind the world of fame and fortune for this dangerously beautiful woman who had approached him in some dirty bar or another. Of course, Eris found this hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that she left the poor guy without so much as a goodbye after a night of drunken passion. The last he ever heard from her was a short note written in scrawling handwriting telling him that the baby being left on his hotel balcony nine months later was, in fact, his daughter who he was to take care of until she was of age to join Camp Half-Blood. Eris had thrown his life into utter chaos, and he resented her for it. In turn, Cameron Greene grew to be frighteningly like her mother. She spent the first decade of her life desperate for her father's attention; that of which he was utterly unwilling to give her as he saw the only woman that had ever broken the rock legend's heart every time he looked at her. At eleven, Cameron began to act out. She was thrown out of practically every school her father desperately thrust her into. Money was never an issue, what with the millions Vance had made over the years from his rock career, so only the best boarding schools were the ones he sent his unwanted daughter to. It was after yet another failed term at yet another snobby school that Cameron came home to her father playing house with Jasmine Farrow. Naturally, both Jasmine and Cameron despised each other from the start. Jasmine was not Cameron's mother, and Cameron was not Jasmine's daughter - why should they ever get along? Less than a year later, Jasmine Farrow had sunk her claws in deep enough to become Jasmine Greene and sweet, precious, little Polly Greene was born just three days after Cameron's thirteenth birthday. By this point Cameron had all but given up trying to impress her father - vowing to dedicate the rest of her years living with him to make his life as miserable as possible. Everywhere she would go, or be sent, she left a trail of chaos in her wake. Classrooms would be set on fire, doctor's offices would find their patient's files mercilessly tampered with, and even the local military school refused to have Cameron come within fifteen feet of their grounds after a rather suspicious situation arose involving a water fountain being tampered with. It was enough chaos for Eris to finally step in. Without so much of a word to the father of her child, she took Cameron's now-fourteen-year-old hand and led her to Camp Half-Blood. A quick peck on the cheek and ruffle of her hair was all Cameron got by ways of closure from her mother as they parted ways. That, and an allusive phrase that Cameron would turn over in her head for the next five years: "Keep doing what you're doing, kiddo." ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 21, Eris, Goddess of Chaos Y E A R S AT C A M P 5 years Part-Time Camper F A T A L F L A W Her selfishness - she will always put herself before anyone else. W E A K N E S S Daddy issuessssss Rather unapproachable R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S A very small role she often plays in camp - she aids speeches or presentations of quests or challenges with her illusion manipulation. She uses this to magnify the sound of the speaker's voice, or summoning an image of something they are explaining for the camp to see. It often takes a sufficient amount of bribery to get her to do this, however. W E A P O N S A set of throwing knives that she can channel her shadows through, she refers to them as her Shadow Daggers. They were sent to her in an ambiguously-wrapped parcel on her sixteenth birthday, presumably from her mother. Fighting leathers that can transform with her illusions if they apply to her own body. She rarely wears them. A B I L I T I E S Shadow Manipulation She can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, these shadows are mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness. But, when using her Shadow Daggers, she can manifest her shadows into a solid substance - usually in the form of a shield, or projectiles. Illusion Manipulation Cameron has the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions/hallucinations, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Her illusions cannot typically adhere to all five senses at once - usually focusing on sight and sound - so it is possible to see through her trickery. Her illusions are strongest when applied to only one victim, however, she can utilise them on as many as thirty people at once. Using this ability on so many people drains her significantly, though. Hypnosis She can put others in a trance, making them highly suggestible and allowing her to directly influence their minds to her commands. She often uses this ability hand-in-hand with her Illusion Manipulation to create a warped reality for victims to aid them in doing her bidding. This ability is limited when it comes to naturally sceptical people, and those with similar mental abilities. Confusion Inducement Cameron can cause confusion (temporary interference with the clear working of targets mind) in a person or group of people. Depending on the situation, she can cause momentary or longer lasting inability to focus, loss of orientation (ability to place oneself correctly in the world by time, location, or personal identity), and she can even temporarily disorder memories. People often find themselves to be naturally more muddled when around her, and she tends to leave people wondering why they were even doing what they were doing around her in the first place if she doesn't make the conscious effort to subdue her infleunce. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R She has a ridiculously messy room. Can speak somewhat fluent Italian - she's pretty rusty. Her guilty pleasure is mukbang videos. Tell no one. The only time she will not be a total cow to you is if it's your birthday. Even she isn't that mean. Carries Eli around in her pocket most of the time. She's the crazy girl who talks to rats. T H E M E S O N G stay Face Claim: Benedetta Porcaroli | #Pink

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

I've been stalking the Casual Roleplay section for a while to see if there's anything for me to throw my hat into, and this one definitely caught my eye, if you'll have me ^^

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Cameron Greene, Daughter of Eris

_{be careful; I bite}

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___________________________________ N A M E Cameron Lorelei Greene ; Cammy ; Cam A G E November 15 ; eighteen years old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Salem, Massachusetts N A T I O N A L I T Y Italian-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Italian Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 lbs Hair: Dirty blonde Eyes: Blue Body Type: Slim - athletic and willowy Body Marks: - Ears Pierced - An array of stick'n'poke tattoos. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: As if she'd admit that. Current: None Past: Anyone that would piss her father off. F A M I L Y Father: Vance Greene (stage name: Killjoy) Mother: Eris Half-Sister (father's side): Polly Greene Step-mother: Jasmine Greene L E G A C Y N/A P E T S A small black rat named Eli. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Concerts ✔ Sneaking out ✔ Apple-flavoured sweets, apple-scented perfume, apple everything. ✔ Acoustic versions of songs ✔ Painting with watercolour ✔ Smoking sometimes ✔ Rodents D I S L I K E S ✘ Rules ✘ Her father ✘ Thunderstorms ✘ Rom-Coms ✘ Coconut ✘ People smarter than her ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Abrasive ✴ Self-assured ✴ Cold ✴ Beguiling ✴ Perceptive ✴ Dishonest ✴ Quick-witted ✴ Mischevious You'd have to be an idiot to trust Cameron if you've just met her. She's selfish, manipulative and damn near impossible to be around when she's in one of her moods. Although it would be easy to say she's utterly unpredictable, the fact that she will always put herself first can absolutely be depended on. She lives to surprise people - to see that look appear on their face when she does something they weren't expecting. Expect the unexpected when it comes to her. In regards to getting what she wants, Cameron's charm can be irresistible. She is an expert at exploiting weaknesses to her own advantage. She's not afraid to flutter her eyelashes to achieve her own goals, and will use and abuse anyone that gets in her way. She isn't all bad, as is the case with most kids with rough starts, and does have her good parts. Once she has decided to like you, a feat in itself, she will fight dirty for you. She's surprisingly fun to be around when you're in on what's going on in that ever-ticking brain of hers, and her pranks are often works of genius. Her soft side is practically non-existent, but is there nevertheless. She has her moments of warmth, which can often be witnessed when she's speaking to Eli, her rat. Ultimately, she's the cliched case of an untrusting girl putting up walls to keep people out. Is it worth the effort of getting past them? That's up to you, but there certainly isn't a dull moment with her around. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Being a rockstar is difficult, Vance Greene would argue. To be exactly what people want you be, all the time, is an awful way to live, apparently. Obviously that included dealing with the hundreds of groupies that would follow Vance, a.k.a Killjoy, to the ends of the earth and further. How would be deal with them? Like any other rockstar, of course! He'd take them back to his bed for a night before leaving them in the dirt. He did this for years. Until Eris showed up. She merely needed to flutter her khol-lined lashes at him and he was head-over-heels. Within weeks he was ready to leave behind the world of fame and fortune for this dangerously beautiful woman who had approached him in some dirty bar or another. Of course, Eris found this hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that she left the poor guy without so much as a goodbye after a night of drunken passion. The last he ever heard from her was a short note written in scrawling handwriting telling him that the baby being left on his hotel balcony nine months later was, in fact, his daughter who he was to take care of until she was of age to join Camp Half-Blood. Eris had thrown his life into utter chaos, and he resented her for it. In turn, Cameron Greene grew to be frighteningly like her mother. She spent the first decade of her life desperate for her father's attention; that of which he was utterly unwilling to give her as he saw the only woman that had ever broken the rock legend's heart every time he looked at her. At eleven, Cameron began to act out. She was thrown out of practically every school her father desperately thrust her into. Money was never an issue, what with the millions Vance had made over the years from his rock career, so only the best boarding schools were the ones he sent his unwanted daughter to. It was after yet another failed term at yet another snobby school that Cameron came home to her father playing house with Jasmine Farrow. Naturally, both Jasmine and Cameron despised each other from the start. Jasmine was not Cameron's mother, and Cameron was not Jasmine's daughter - why should they ever get along? Less than a year later, Jasmine Farrow had sunk her claws in deep enough to become Jasmine Greene and sweet, precious, little Polly Greene was born just three days after Cameron's thirteenth birthday. By this point Cameron had all but given up trying to impress her father - vowing to dedicate the rest of her years living with him to make his life as miserable as possible. Everywhere she would go, or be sent, she left a trail of chaos in her wake. Classrooms would be set on fire, doctor's offices would find their patient's files mercilessly tampered with, and even the local military school refused to have Cameron come within fifteen feet of their grounds after a rather suspicious situation arose involving a water fountain being tampered with. It was enough chaos for Eris to finally step in. Without so much of a word to the father of her child, she took Cameron's now-fourteen-year-old hand and led her to Camp Half-Blood. A quick peck on the cheek and ruffle of her hair was all Cameron got by ways of closure from her mother as they parted ways. That, and an allusive phrase that Cameron would turn over in her head for the next five years: "Keep doing what you're doing, kiddo." ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 21, Eris, Goddess of Chaos Y E A R S AT C A M P 5 years Part-Time Camper F A T A L F L A W Her selfishness - she will always put herself before anyone else. W E A K N E S S Daddy issuessssss Rather unapproachable R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S A very small role she often plays in camp - she aids speeches or presentations of quests or challenges with her illusion manipulation. She uses this to magnify the sound of the speaker's voice, or summoning an image of something they are explaining for the camp to see. It often takes a sufficient amount of bribery to get her to do this, however. W E A P O N S A set of throwing knives that she can channel her shadows through, she refers to them as her Shadow Daggers. They were sent to her in an ambiguously-wrapped parcel on her sixteenth birthday, presumably from her mother. Fighting leathers that can transform with her illusions if they apply to her own body. She rarely wears them. A B I L I T I E S Shadow Manipulation She can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, these shadows are mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness. But, when using her Shadow Daggers, she can manifest her shadows into a solid substance - usually in the form of a shield, or projectiles. Illusion Manipulation Cameron has the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions/hallucinations, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Her illusions cannot typically adhere to all five senses at once - usually focusing on sight and sound - so it is possible to see through her trickery. Her illusions are strongest when applied to only one victim, however, she can utilise them on as many as thirty people at once. Using this ability on so many people drains her significantly, though. Hypnosis She can put others in a trance, making them highly suggestible and allowing her to directly influence their minds to her commands. She often uses this ability hand-in-hand with her Illusion Manipulation to create a warped reality for victims to aid them in doing her bidding. This ability is limited when it comes to naturally sceptical people, and those with similar mental abilities. Confusion Inducement Cameron can cause confusion (temporary interference with the clear working of targets mind) in a person or group of people. Depending on the situation, she can cause momentary or longer lasting inability to focus, loss of orientation (ability to place oneself correctly in the world by time, location, or personal identity), and she can even temporarily disorder memories. People often find themselves to be naturally more muddled when around her, and she tends to leave people wondering why they were even doing what they were doing around her in the first place if she doesn't make the conscious effort to subdue her infleunce. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R She has a ridiculously messy room. Can speak somewhat fluent Italian - she's pretty rusty. Her guilty pleasure is mukbang videos. Tell no one. The only time she will not be a total cow to you is if it's your birthday. Even she isn't that mean. Carries Eli around in her pocket most of the time. She's the crazy girl who talks to rats. T H E M E S O N G stay Face Claim: Benedetta Porcaroli | #Pink

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The Prince had disappointed Lillian, as so many seemed to do these days. He had said exactly what he was supposed to say and that was, well, boring. Not to mention the reference to the Order of Nuvyen. She had made a conscious effort not to roll her eyes at the blessing, instead plastering a somewhat painful smile over her features. Lillian was not religious herself (it was a load of nonsense, in her ever-cynical opinion), and she had heard more than enough about the Nuvyen's god from the zealots that had been trickling into Naeran more and more in recent days. The vast majority of the citizens of Naerin were also cynics - few people had time to worry about some all-powerful God who controlled things ignorant people couldn't be bothered explaining. Hence the reason why Naerin was such a hated kingdom; Lillian had heard the whispers of the religious in neighbouring kingdoms such as Gladinis, the righteous looking down their noses at her people, murmuring amongst themselves that 'no wonder Naerin was so barbaric, it was full of heretics that looked up to the most barbaric heretic of them all'. Her father.

Even so, her father had merely beamed at the Prince and thanked him for his kind words. Barbaric though he was, Ambrose Tillcroft's charisma did him justice. The queen, on the other hand, could barely contain her approval of Prince Renso as they were led to their quarters, Lillian glancing over her shoulder just once to watch him retreat in the opposite direction to the Tillcrofts. Although he had disappointed her with his chauvinistic words, she was still intrigued to know more about the life he ran away to, although she would never admit it.

"Oh, what a lovely man! His manners were impeccable." Celeste gushed, her former feelings of disdain towards the Gladinis dynasty forgotten in a flash.

"What happened to him being a 'stray', as you so wonderfully put it, Mother?"

"Do not start with your antics, Lillian. You are a grown woman. Act like one."

Treat me like one, then. Lillian bit back her sullen retort and turned her attention to their surroundings. The West Wing certainly was more than her family, as guests, could ask for. It was far grander than the simplistic nature of Pernstow Keep, but not in a tasteless fashion. The princess found herself missing the ever-present smell of flowers that perfumed the halls of her home, however, and let out a small sigh. She supposed she was being an utter misery to be around, so she made an attempt to perk up a little as she was deposited in her appointed chambers which were, thank goodness, separated from her parents'.

"The ladies of Drotha will accompany you to the ball in two hours, dearest." Her mother called over her shoulder as she left with the king. "Try to look a little more sophisticated than them, at least."

Lillian smirked. That would not be hard.

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As much as she dreaded this evening, the Princess of Naerin did rather like her ballgown. She couldn't help but swish it a few times in the ornate mirror situated in her chambers when no servant was looking. It was the palest of pinks and draped lazily off her shoulders, which were framed by her curling hair that was fastened half in an updo with the rest cascading down in auburn waves. She looked rather nice for a stone-cold bitch.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of giggling she had hoped to never hear again. The ladies of Drotha were the three daughters of one of the richest merchants on the continent, and none of them were yet married - which made them her problem. No matter what the celebration was, or where the festivities occurred, that incessant giggling was never far behind. For some reason, they had convinced themselves that Lillian, being the one of the most sought-after bachelorettes in many of the kingdoms (despite being notoriously stand-offish) was their friend. The Drotha sisters, Lillian reckoned, were the only reason she would ever want to marry - a husband to attend balls with would keep them away. In the mean time, however, she would have to make do.

Plastering a smile on her face, Lillian opened her door to the all-too-familiar made-up faces of her own, personal tormentors. They gushed with compliments, flicking her hair with their perfectly-manicured nails and cooing at her dress. A slightly-too-long silence went by as they waited for her to return the niceties.

"Mildred. Holly. Fiona. You all look wonderful." She inclined her head towards the girls, appraising each one of them, before leading the way. If she was going to be seen with these simpering messes, she might as well appear somewhat above them. They towed along dutifully, seemingly grateful for the lack of icy remarks from the Princess.

Lillian stayed quiet as the trio gossiped away behind her, tuning out without having to worry about missing anything vastly important. Her eyes flitted around the ballroom as they entered, taking in the glorious decorations and splendour Majorka had to offer. She supposed she stuck out like a sore thumb with her muted colours in comparison to the bold colours sported by the majority of ladies already dancing, or maybe it was the utterly bored expression gracing her features. Most lords, by now, knew better than to approach her asking for a dance - especially in the first hour of the ball - but there was always a few desperate bachelors with their hopeful eyes and endless flattery.

"A dance, Your Highness?"

"Not tonight, sir."

"Might I join you, Princess?"

"I'm quite fine by myself, thank you."

"Y-y-you look good enough to eat, miss."

Okay. That one made her break into a small smile.

"Oh, you are a hoot, Lillian!" The blonde Drotha girl, Holly, took her arm in a breeze of too-sweet perfume and body glitter. "We're introducing ourselves to Prince Renso, if you'll join us."

Speaking to the disappointing prince again was actually on the very bottom of Lillian's to-do list, but it seemed as if she had little choice in the matter as a delicate glass of champagne was thrust into her hand and she was towed along to the other end of the ballroom. For some reason, she was fighting the urge to squirm in embarrassment at the notion of being seen by Prince Renso with these women. She supposed it was the usual need on her part to be better than whomever she happened to be talking to at the moment. And, judging by the way in which his eyes were glinting in amusement as he greeted the group of them, he was currently one up on her. Oh, it was on.

"Whichever name you made for yourself, Prince, it all comes down to one thing: bravery or cowardice. Which one do you think 'pirate' falls under?" Making sure to provide just the right amount of emphasis on the word 'cowardice', she lifted an eyebrow and offered him a soft smile. "That's just my opinion, of course. The entire Continent has heard stories of your... expeditions at sea."

She'd heard stories, alright. Most of which involved some poor maiden he bewitched by his infuriatingly good looks. Of course, the Drotha girls had clearly heard these rumours, too, as they each seemed to lean forward and look up through their lashes at him, hanging onto his every word.

"Please, excuse my rudeness. This is Lady Fiona, Lady Mildred, and Lady Holly Drotha. My lifelong friends." She tried her hardest not to cringe at that last part.

"Your Majesty." All three chimed in unison, each curtseying dangerously low. Lillian grit her teeth. They never called her Your Majesty, or grovelled at her feet. It was Fiona's turn to speak, still slightly lowered from her curtseying position.

"I'd be honoured to dance with you, and you could tell me all about your adventures, sire. I think you were extremely courageous, from what I've heard. Braving the seas, swinging swords and...um... riding boats."

Lillian snorted. She hastily covered it up with a dainty cough, but couldn't hide the smile that lit up her face. Riding boats. She had to be joking.

Bloodlines (AlexisxOffshoreautumn)

Places
Naerin - a relatively newly-formed kingdom in the North. Has gained significant power through use of sheer force and brazen strikes in battle over the most recent decades.
Pernstow Keep - Naerin's castle, home to the Royal family and the most influential members of Court. Relatively small, yet known for its stunning gardens.

Characters:
Tillcroft family
Ambrose Tillcroft - fifth king of Naerin. Known for being a generous king, yet ruthless when it comes to his enemies.
Celeste Tillcroft- queen of Naerin.
Deidre Tillcroft (deceased) - first-born daughter of King Ambrose and Queen Celeste. Naerin's pride and joy. Died in her sleep two years ago, age 28.
Lillian Tillcroft - second-born daughter of King Ambrose and Queen Celeste. The 'Ice Princess of Naerin'.

Bloodlines (AlexisxOffshoreautumn)

Lillian had made it a point to absolutely despise balls. She supposed it was more of a cliché now to hate balls rather than love them – the thought of being one of those pathetic girls complaining about life as a royal being actually difficult made her shudder – but she made the point to detest them all the same. She detested them because Deidre had loved them – as such was the reasoning behind her hating most things. She remembered the hours spent listening to her older sister chatter on and on about who would be there, the lords and the ladies and the scandals that followed. The worst thing about it had been that she had had a knack for making these things actually sound interesting. Lillian remembered hanging onto Deidre’s every word as she helped her with her hair, or pick out a dress, or as she helped her with any of the things older sisters were supposed to help with.

Lillian hated balls, or any other festivities for that matter, because even thinking about how excited they had made Deidre physically hurt her. Remembering the way her eyes would sparkle as they entered whichever ballroom it was felt like someone was stabbing her, and anything that reminded Lillian of the hushed conversations full of giggles and whispers that she had with her sister as they hid from some desperate lord knocked the air right out of her lungs.

So she sat, presently, refusing to smile as her family’s carriage rumbled along outside the Castle Drackhavan. There was no way on earth she would enjoy this – she would not let herself. Her left side, where Deidre had always sat, felt particularly cold tonight. Diedre would have been almost bursting with excitement by now, her leg bouncing and her lips moving at what seemed to be the speed of light. She would have brightened up the sombre mood of the carriage, and warmed the icy tension that felt like it was threatening to freeze them there forever.

And their mother would be gazing at Deidre fondly, offering her own opinions on a few of the many lords and ladies her daughter would fire at them. Their father would share a look with Lillian with that amused glint in his eye and they would both laugh silently at Deidre’s utter, ridiculous, insatiable vibrance.

But now it was silent - bar the odd comment from the queen regarding the weather, or how many poor people she saw outside. Lillian’s father, the king of Naerin, was already embarrassingly drunk and half asleep in the seat across from her. She held back a sigh. This was going to be a long night.

“The Gladinis boy is back, did you hear?” The king’s deep, slurred voice finally broke the silence, just as the carriage rumbled to a stop. Not asleep then, apparently.

“What, the first-born?” The queen scoffed. “A lost cause, that one. You know he left to be a sellsword? Could you imagine if Lillian had done that? Heaven forbid. You know, we were considering mentioning an alliance with Majorka. Thank goodness we didn’t. Far too many…strays. Personally, I never would have allowed such an agreement. Our Deidre deserved better, she - “

”Mother. That is enough.”

Lillian would never normally speak to her mother in such a way, but she could not bear the concept of Deidre being married. Married and alive. The queen let out a small huff, but nonetheless sat back in her cushioned seat just as the carriage doors were opened.

As always, the king stepped – no, stumbled – out first, followed by the queen and, finally, Lillian herself. She didn’t bother to smile – everyone who was anyone had figured out she was not smiling type by now and, hence, the nickname of the ‘ice princess’ had befallen her. Lillian merely surveyed her new surroundings, trying to ignore the fact that it had been many, many years since she had visited this kingdom last with her sister and they had –

No. She ran a finger over the black ribbon of mourning wrapped around her wrist, half-hidden by the long sleeves of her dress. She would not allow herself to think of Diedre any longer. This night was going to be unbearable enough without images of her dead sister haunting her every move.

Her mother provided a welcome distraction.

“That’s him, Lillian. Prince Renso Gladinis.” She murmured as she gripped her daughter’s arm and guided her forward to greet the man, just a step behind the king of Naerin. An almost-imperceptible squeeze from her mother sent Lillian a message loud and clear. Behave.

Challenge accepted.

Lillian’s eyes took in the prince before them as her father boomed out a greeting, his slurred speech thankfully less apparent now that the fresh air had woken him up a little. So this was the man who had left his kingdom to become a sellsword. She had to admit – he was annoyingly handsome. And there was a rugged charm about him that would not usually be seen anywhere in court. But she did not let her appreciation of his good looks show on her face as she reminded herself of his actions. To run away from his own family in favour of a life of crime? The thought almost made her shudder.

“…and of course, this is my beautiful daughter, Lillian. Hidden gem of Naerin, eh?” Lillian was gently pushed forward by her mother, a warm greeting and perhaps a ‘thank you’ for inviting them was expected from her. She briefly wondered what the prince would think of her. She had never been the most beautiful of the family, with her father's mahogany locks and high cheekbones. Her mother and sister had been stunning blondes with rosy cheeks and warm brown eyes - almost the polar opposite to the cool severity of Lillian's features. She supposed she should probably curtsey and blush daintily for the man just like her mother had always taught her.

Instead, she sniffed as she surveyed the Prince once more.

“It’s wonderful to see that you finally decided to run back home.” She paused. “Your Highness.”

She could feel her mother's grip on her arm tighten to the point of hurting, but paid no mind to it - instead, offering a small smile to this Renso. Her father laughed a little too loudly, shaking his head as if she had just said the funniest thing in the world.

"Ah, she's a funny one, our Lil. You'll have to excuse her lack of manners." Lillian continued to gaze openly at the prince.
"You might remember her sister, our beloved Deidre. A star, she was - blonde and lovely, just like her mother. Lillian's taken her passing a little hard, you understand?"

Lillian had to grit her teeth to stop herself from swiping at her father with an ugly retort. How dare he mention Deidre in another kingdom, around strangers. As if he didn't drown his sorrows every night in mourning for his lost favourite child. Pushing down her anger with a small smile, she inclined her head towards the prince.

"Of course. Forgive me and my rudeness, sir. I graciously thank you for your hospitality."

Yeah, right.

♥ Write with Me! ♥

𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖...

Hi. I’m Alexis. I’m new here. Kinda.
Basically, I wanna write with people. Get to know them, get to know their characters, and get to know my own characters. I wanna itch the itch that’s been itching me for years now, and I figured it was finally time for me to reach out and do something about it.

I’ll explain a little bit about me before I get to what I’m wanting from a potential writing partner, just so that whoever’s reading this knows what they’re getting into. I’m a student teacher - meaning I pretty much have a full-time, unpaid job at the moment alongside a ton of homework. To put things simply, I will not be a fast replier ninety percent of the time - but I will always, eventually reply. Longest it’ll take me is about a week. I’m a female, a young woman, a girl, or whatever you wanna call it; and, as you may have already figured, I somehow always manage to say things using at least ten words when I could’ve only used two. It’s a teacher thing, I think. When it comes to my writing ability, I’d say I’m pretty good. I mean, I’m pursuing a career in teaching writing, so I’d like to hope I’m good. I love really injecting character personality into my writing, as if it’s coming from their brain, and not just someone writing from the outside. Just to make things clear, though - I do write in third person and will not be changing this.

My characters are pretty much always flawed to some extent - normally more on the extreme side. I would much rather play an absolute psychopath than a girl-next-door. I do not have a preference to which gender I play, unless I already have a character in mind for a certain plot (more on that later), and I am twenty years old and not afraid of some mature themes or scenes.

I love, love, love complex, slow-burn plots - especially with some kind of romance thrown in. I'm not a huge fan of the whole love-at-first sight kinda thing (personally, I prefer a little more angst and hard work to get to the point of characters even likingeach other). I've rambled quite a lot here, but I'd love it if you could let me know if you've at least read this far by letting me know what your favourite song is somewhere in your message to me.

𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦...

Honestly? If you come to me with an open mind and at least some degree of literacy I'll probably be up to writing with you. I'm not asking for much - just a writing partner that is willing to collaborate with me to roleplay a plot with interesting, engaging characters.

The only pet peeve I see getting in the way of a potential partnering between us is boring characters. If you come to me asking for me to play the empty-headed jock to fall in love with your quiet, nerdy character then I will lose interest. I won't hold back on telling you this, too.

When it comes to posting frequency, I would say I'm pretty laid back. At least a post a week doesn't seem like too much to ask for, unless you specify other circumstances which I will totally understand. OOC chat would, preferably, be a little more frequent - but I get that real life comes first.

Speaking of OOC chat, I believe that a friendly, open-minded relationship is crucial to a successful roleplay partnership. I'd love to joke around with you, hear. about your day, or even just chat about our characters or world-build together. I don't bite, promise! (on that note, I'm only interested in roleplaying with people 18+. No exceptions.)

Last but not least - comprehensive, detailed posts are a necessity for me. A little bit of time and thought going towards a piece of writing goes a long way. I'm not asking for too much, I would say - just a minimum of two paragraphs per post would be splendid. Typically, I'll give out the effort I feel I'm receiving.

𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤!

false pretences

Through some fault or other of their own, two heirs of feuding families (or kingdoms) have thrust themselves into a situation in which they are forced to fake a relationship. The problem with this? They absolutely despise each other. Already cracking under the pressure of two overbearing families, a common enemy pops up when things cannot seem to get worse. They maintain this farce as if their lives depend on it. Because they do.

This plot is, quite possibly, my favourite. I already have a female character in mind to play for this one but you may be able to convince me with an alternative route if you plead your case particularly well. There's a lot of lee-way here - we can go down the route of two rival gangs in a modern-day city, or two feuding royal families looking to unite their rival kingdoms. Lots of world-building opportunities here!

land of the fae

The land of the fae is a far darker place than what is told in bedtime stories. A brutal, savage place with primal rules of death and carnage so very different from the tamer ways of the mortal world, and unmatched in its dangerous beauty. One of our characters finds themselves thrust into this unfamiliar world, unbeknownst to them that this is their homeland. It is up to the other character to guide them through this - willing or not - as they have something they so greatly need. The bloodline of the last remaining heir to the throne of the Fae.

a summer to remember...or to forget?

A group of friends spend one last summer together after graduating high school and before they all go their separate ways in life. An unconventional group of kids, some of them get along better than others. This could be the greatest vacation of their. lives, or potentially the worst.

This plot could go either way - a typical teenage slice of life, or a horror story. Maybe one of the teenagers dies mysteriously? Or maybe just one of them is cheating on their partner with another? I'm also wrestling with the idea of forming a small group roleplay with this idea, otherwise we would be playing multiple characters.

bring her back

Young love... it makes us do stupid things. A young man finds the woman he is in love with dead, and it destroys him. What would happen if someone were to offer him a way to get her back? A mysterious, magnetic, supernatural someone? A plot where two reluctant allies team up to get back this one dead girl. Please note: I'm not interested in either of us properly playing the dead girl. A story of character growth with loads of room for supernatural elements.

brainssss

Typical zombie apocalypse. Our two characters are forced to team up to survive. There are so many threats out there : the undead, surviving the elements, other humans, and even themselves. What does a world like this do to a person? We can either start from the very beginnings of the apocalypse, or years into it. Totally up to you. Also doesn't have to be a zombie apocalypse - maybe its aliens, or just a total collapse of society in general?

psychos

They both rule the streets - each one of them as crazy as the other. Cross one? Prepare for a world of pain. I totally wanna go down the route of a toxic, possibly abusive relationship with two people that have wayyy too much power for their own good.

𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤

- enemies ! to ! lovers! (slowburn ofc)
- good ol' love triangle oops
- damaged characters
- forced alliances
- 'one of us is lying'

𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤

- Arcane
- Harry Potter
- Game of Thrones *
- Peaky Blinders
- Vikings
- Percy Jackson (any kinda Greek mythology tbh) *
- ACOTAR *

_{* really interested in any plots surrounding these}

There's not a lot here at the moment so consider this a work in progress. PM me with ideas and I'll most likely be up for it!! i look forward to chatting with you soon, hopefully <3

Hiya :)

Hi, whoever's reading this :)

Made this account about 3 years ago, and it's pretty much taken me that long to muster up the courage to post a quick 'hello' - so, hello!

I've been roleplaying for the better part of a decade now (yikes...), and am currently in the midst of my placement term for teaching English. I'd love to keep up writing on this platform to improve my skills a lil bit, and get to know you lovely people!

Here's to a hopefully long and happy roleplaying journey <3

Edit: just realised that if I had waited 1 more day to post this my profile would've said '1 post in 1111 days'. damn.