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Defining Chivalry (ariplotter and Red Helix)

Lyn waited as Prince Aidan climbed into the back of the wagon, and then stepped up onto the wooden seat-box herself. With few possessions, she simply set her sack on the seat beside her and clucked to the horse, taking the reins firmly but gently. The palace gates opened, and Lyn steered the wagon across the drawbridge, trotting it through Leincrad at a speed that was not too suspiciously fast.

She secretly hoped that they would run over a pothole or two, and that the wagon would jostle his Highness uncomfortably; but the road was smooth through the city. It wasn’t long before they passed the outskirts and began into the nearest forest. Lyn enjoyed the change of scenery, and wasn’t worried about getting lost because the road to Lyonsvarg was long, but direct. She set the horse to a more brisk pace than the one they'd used within the city walls, because there was no one around to wonder at her hurried departure.

Lyn wondered just why Prince Aidan had appeared to so quickly resent her presence. She was used to people treating her differently because she was a female knight; but it had seemed like he was personally offended by her presence. Perhaps his self-confidence was wounded because he was being escorted by a girl.

They had been traveling for nearly four hours, so Lyn addressed the prince. “My lord, I’d like to give the horse a moment’s rest. You’re welcome to stretch your legs if you wish. Also, do you wish me to call you ‘my lord’, or is there another name I should use while we travel anonymously?”

Ensnaring Enchantment (ariplotter and EthTenshi)

Tethys’s intuition told her faintly that this stranger was exaggerating his movements; using his charms to keep her attention. But she brushed those thoughts away, awed by the sight of the massive library that waited for her to approach. She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing only shadows of the twilit stalks of grass and lazy fireflies.

As dreamlike as this place was, and though she knew she was asleep, Tethys also knew that she was somewhere as real as she was. This handsome stranger had to be real as well; but perhaps he was unable to cross the threshold between worlds. And he knew so much about her.

The chance to hone her skills and gain control over them; to explore this mystical place within her mind and use it to become who she was destined to be. Such a tempting prospect…

Tethys turned back towards the inviting doorway, gazing at its shelves upon rows of tomes and bound-up scrolls. “I don’t even know who you are,” she said quietly.

Defining Chivalry (ariplotter and Red Helix)

Lyn bristled immediately upon hearing the tone of his voice. Her jaw tightened as he stared at her in shock, asking if her presence was a joke. Had he not known she was a girl? And now that he’d found out, did he think her a lesser knight because of her gender? “There is no joke, your highness,” she said stiffly. “I’m here in response to the job that was offered to me in your name and service. I was told that I was qualified to be your protector on this journey, and that you requested me personally."

She watched him silently, waiting to see if he really was so shaken up about the fact that she was female. If he sent her away, fine—Lyn would just accept that Leincrad would be going to the dogs once he was king, and be on her merry way. But she had a feeling that he needed to leave as soon as possible in order to complete his mission, and most of the other knights were already en route back to their scattered places of dwelling across the lands.

Defining Chivalry (ariplotter and Red Helix)

Lyn walked briskly towards the palace yard. She had been up before dawn to finally receive her shield from her grudgingly impressed maesters. It was a well-crafted circular metal piece with a Phoenix engraved in the center, and had been forged back when Lyn had graduated from the Academy—she just hadn’t been allowed to own it until now.

Her fancier, bulkier tournament armor was in storage at the Academy. Lyn wore a simple tunic and breeches underneath reinforced leather armor that was more lightweight and better for traveling long distances. Her shield was strapped to her back, and what few supplies she needed were fastened to a sack at her hip, on the opposite side of her sword in its sheath.

Lyn wondered what it would really be like, traveling with the prince for so long. What little she knew of the elusive young man was that he had never trained alongside the squires and pages; she’d never seen him lift a sword or ride alone on horseback. She wondered if the reason for his detachment was truly just due to his ego, or if there was another reason that he wasn’t as physically capable as a crown prince should usually be. He was probably rather intelligent, though; with all the time he spent crouched over dusty tomes and scrolls.

She rounded a corner and finally saw the covered wagon waiting there in the yard. A few stablemen scurried about, checking the wagon’s wheels and brushing off the steed that was fastened to its front. It was an unassuming mare; one that looked hardy, but didn’t seem to have come from the royal stables. Lyn raised her eyebrows. The plot thickened.

It didn’t matter, though. She’d accepted the job for the money and to get out of Leincrad; she didn’t much care what exactly Prince Aidan was setting out to do.

Lyn stopped a few feet away, seeing that the prince still hadn’t looked up at her. She hoped he hadn't been waiting long, and cleared her throat. “Lyn of the Western Isles, reporting for duty, my lord.”

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Our characters can be choir buddies! I'm planning on having her be a soprano c:

@Apokalipse

Ah, perfect! A fellow non-athlete xD

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Coolio. My character isn't athletically inclined, so I'd love to have her in the choir. She'll have a mezzo-soprano voice, if that's cool.

Ensnaring Enchantment (ariplotter and EthTenshi)

“Let me see you more clearly.”

The stranger’s voice echoed around Tethys, and she wasn’t sure if he had spoken aloud or into her mind, but she was suddenly intrigued by this handsome character. He opened his arms invitingly. Shooting stars streaked silently across the sky, and she had a vague awareness of twinkling fireflies drifting around her, beckoning her to this man.

Before allowing her feet to lead her closer, Tethys touched the amulet at her throat. Perhaps this was an item of magic, and had brought her into a mystical dreamland. Or perhaps she had simply fallen asleep with wishes for a fantastical dream, because she'd acquired such an interesting piece of jewelry that appeared to be made of precious jewels to her eyes, but was no more than a rock to the peddler.

Did all this have something to do with her budding magical talents that had only recently begun to surface? Tethys had done her best to hide her abilities from her fellow villagers, but if they continued to grow in strength and went beyond her control, she would have to leave this place for good, and seek a home more welcoming to wielders of magic.

She supposed anything could happen in a dream, even if it didn’t make sense. Tethys approached him hesitantly, pausing a short distance away. He was even more striking up close; and if not for her natural wariness and demure manners in the presence of strangers, she would have stepped willingly into his arms, throwing all caution to the wind.

“What is this place?” she asked, feeling the rapid increase of her heartbeats. Tethys found herself unable to quite look at him in the eyes, so she instead watched his mouth, waiting breathlessly for his reply.

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I was wondering if there would be a Hogwarts Orchestra? Like in the books? Or a choir of sorts

@Apokalipse

Ooh an updated version of the Frog Choir would be cool. With singers and instrument players

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My

WIP!Sienna Rodriguez

Theme Song | Shooting Star – Owl City

►N A M E◄
Sienna Rodriguez

►N I C K N A M E◄
None (unless another character gives her one)

►A G E◄
17

►G E N D E R◄
Female

►S E X U A L I T Y◄
Straight

►R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S◄
Single

►H O U S E◄
Ravenclaw

►Y E A R◄
Seventh

►W A N D ◄

Willow wood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10 and 1/4 inches long, Slightly Springy

(From the official Pottermore website)
Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.
Phoenix Feather
This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.
Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

►P A T R O N U S◄
Okapi


►B O G G A R T◄
Sienna doesn’t know how to swim and is afraid of drowning. When approached by a boggart, it surrounds her as though she is submerged underwater.

►B L O O D S T A T U S◄
Half-blood

►P E T◄
Tawny Owl named Dally


►A P P E A R A N C E◄
She has grey-tinged dark brown hair that she tends to wear straight, brown skin from her Latina/African heritage, shy brown eyes, and she usually wears plum-colored lipstick. Her clothing style is goth-chic; she likes to wear dark colors, usually dresses or skirts with tights and combat boots. She has the dark mark on the inside of her right thigh; hence the constant wearing of tights to hide it. She has her septum pierced, double piercings in each earlobe and a cartilage piercing in her right ear, a belly button piercing which is a snowflake charmed to float, and a magical tattoo of a phoenix taking flight that spans from her left hipbone to the top of her left ribcage; it can flap its wings and change position like magical art can. She is 5'5" tall and is very slim, and not particularly athletic.

►L I K E S◄
Fizzing Whizbees, cold wintery weather, singing, flying, reading, and Charms class

►D I S L I K E S◄
The Dark Arts, playing sports (she likes to watch them, though), bullies, unnecessarily loud people, and large crowds

►P E R S O N A L I T Y◄
Sienna has always felt like the odd one out. The only thing she feels comfortable about is her sense of style. She has a beautiful singing voice, and was never allowed to sing at home because it was too cheerful. Because of the dark nature of her father and brother, there were many things Sienna couldn’t do at home. She couldn’t laugh or speak out of turn or sing or dance; so it became difficult for her to find ease in doing such things once she got to Hogwarts. The past six years of student life have helped her to be herself, but upon returning home in the summer, she always had to revert to the behavior her father deemed ‘acceptable’. He tried to get her into an arranged marriage with an awful young wizard who treated her poorly but lost interest once Sienna’s father disowned her and kicked her out.
Upon being forced to leave, Sienna got her phoenix tattoo as a symbol of her intentions to take flight and bring light to the world, rather than darkness. She already had her piercings, which, surprisingly, had been approved by her father when she was 15. Sienna stayed at The Leaky Cauldron for a few days, until her final year of school began.
Sienna finds comfort in spending time in Hogwarts’ vast library, singing in the choir, and perfecting charms and spells. Charms class is her favorite, although she also enjoys Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. She doesn’t like Defense Against the Dark Arts only because it makes her think about her father and brother; but she considers it to be one of her most important classes, because she hopes to possibly become an Auror or go into a profession that despises and halts the efforts of dark wizards.

►F A M I L Y N A M E◄
Sienna ‘s father and 20-year-old brother are dark wizards. Her mother was a Muggle whom her father truly loved enough to renounce his dark ways; but with her death left all the hope and light Sienna had for her remaining family members. Her father fell into darkness once more and raised his children to value the Dark Arts and ways of the dark wizards. Sienna doesn’t want to follow in her family’s footsteps, and her father disowned her at the end of summer before her Seventh year. Sienna isn’t sure where she will go or what she will do after graduating from Hogwarts.

►P L A C E O F O R I G I N◄
Sienna was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico; her father’s hometown. Her family moved to England when she was 3, and her mother, a Muggle, died when she was 6. When Sienna first mastered the corporeal Patronus Charm, it took on the form of an Okapi, which was her mother’s Animagus form.

►H I S T O R Y◄
At least two detailed paragraphs.

►E X T R A◄
Anything else we should know about your character?

Defining Chivalry (ariplotter and Red Helix)

Lyn was thoroughly exhausted, but she waited in her tent to receive the prize for winning the tourney. She wasn’t surprised to see a manservant walk through the tent flaps, rather than the prince himself. He was probably busy feasting on pheasant and red wines.

“I am Javert, personal manservant to Prince Aidan,” the man announced, holding forward a bulging purse. “Your winnings, Sir Lyn. 5,000 florins.”

Lyn accepted it graciously, wincing as she lifted her arm to take hold of the back. To his credit, Javert only seemed mildly surprised that she was a girl. Javert glanced back towards the tent’s entrance, and came a step closer.

“Sir Lyn, as the indisputable victor of today’s tourney, Prince Aidan believes that you have shown yourself to be highly capable, and wishes to extend you an offer for an additional opportunity to serve the crown.”

Lyn raised her eyebrows. “What sort of opportunity?”

“The sort that will pay another 10,000 florins.”

Lyn’s breath caught in her throat. She had to remind herself to keep breathing. 5,000 florins was a good start, but 10,000 would keep her comfortable for a while as she traveled, and she could purchase the new gear she desperately needed. “I’m listening.”

“Prince Aidan requires an escort to journey with him to Lyonsvarg for a matter that is both delicate and of great importance. As you know, the road to Lyonsvarg is not a short one; but the prince’s safe passage there and back again is much needed, and you would be honored not only in your monetary reward, but also by knowing that your assistance helped to ensure the safety of all Leincrad.”

Lyn carefully considered every word. It sounded like this was truly an important undertaking. But sending the Crown Prince all the way to Lyonsvarg with no more than a single, young, unknown bodyguard? It didn’t exactly make sense; not to mention that the last thing she wanted to do on her first day out of Leincrad was to babysit a royal pain. But, 10,000 florins was 10,000 florins…

“I’ll do it,” she said firmly. “Just let me know when we’ll be departing, and I’ll be at the palace. I’m not going to the celebratory feast, though; I’d rather get my rest. Hopefully His Highness understands my reasons for not celebrating tonight.”