Honestly, I just want to go on with the shop I have. But my mother would kill me if I dropped out. She's the only reason I'm in college. She left when she got pregnant with me sooooo she's always been like "YOU ARE SO SMART IF YOU DON'T GO TO COLLEGE AND GET A GOOD PAYING JOB I'LL KILL YOU" But whatever. I love the crazy lady.
Anywho, about Kiara's mom. I'm not sure what you had in store for her but I had her eye color planned out from the beginning because surprises are fun. I haven't really worked in where I want them to come from yet though.
Oh, and just for further reference. Her mom's name is Joseline. In case the King knows her. And her dad's name is Elric. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. Typical Astoran e.e
Arrayah
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STATUS: I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff. 8 yrs ago
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
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Kiara was about to send a glare towards Ostus for saying words that she could have spoken herself when she was taken by surprise. Before her stood King Sidia of Berinike. Her expression was unchanged despite the fury she felt, the only reaction given by her being a small tilt of the head. She'd never seen the King or any of his sons, at least not in person. All she had were portraits to go off of, but this certainly could be no one else.
His looks were a curiosity to her. She'd seen them before, on her assassin, but never on someone of power. The confidence, his stance, it was what she should have been giving off as well, but Kiara was sure she was nowhere close. It was as if she could feel his presence even if she closed her eyes. Kiara eyed the scar on his face, so like her own, and her anger came back in tidal wave that she could barely keep off of her face.
This was the man who had ordered her death. It was one thing to send someone to kill an adult, but what he had done was unforgivable. It did not matter that she was royal, killing a child was just... it was wrong. He had wanted her dead once, who was to say he would not try again now that she was closer? But wasn't that what she'd signed up for when she had agreed to this treaty? Kiara had known that her death was a possibility, or more probably an inevitability. She'd cheated it once. Didn't that mean she was living on borrowed time?
For just a second, too quickly for someone who was not paying attention to notice, her eyes were glassy. There were very few reasons that this man would know what her mother looked like. Even fewer that he would speak as if he knew her. It was true, that Kiara was the spitting image of her mother. The scarlet hair, the skin that tanned so easily, even their voices were very similar. The only thing that differed between the two were their eyes. While Kiara's were the lightest of grays, her mothers were a chocolatey color. It was something she'd always wondered about, but never questioned. Perhaps it was related to this King in front of her. Or perhaps she was reading too far into things.
Kiara forced all thoughts - the attempted assassination, the King, and her mother - out of her head. After all, if she were walking into the Berinike castle, she would have to be on guard, regardless of what anyone said. There was no way she was following the King of her enemy without being prepared for the possibility of a trap. So, as she walked behind him, she held her bow tightly in her hands. There was no way she could use it, but no one here except Ostus would know that.
His looks were a curiosity to her. She'd seen them before, on her assassin, but never on someone of power. The confidence, his stance, it was what she should have been giving off as well, but Kiara was sure she was nowhere close. It was as if she could feel his presence even if she closed her eyes. Kiara eyed the scar on his face, so like her own, and her anger came back in tidal wave that she could barely keep off of her face.
This was the man who had ordered her death. It was one thing to send someone to kill an adult, but what he had done was unforgivable. It did not matter that she was royal, killing a child was just... it was wrong. He had wanted her dead once, who was to say he would not try again now that she was closer? But wasn't that what she'd signed up for when she had agreed to this treaty? Kiara had known that her death was a possibility, or more probably an inevitability. She'd cheated it once. Didn't that mean she was living on borrowed time?
For just a second, too quickly for someone who was not paying attention to notice, her eyes were glassy. There were very few reasons that this man would know what her mother looked like. Even fewer that he would speak as if he knew her. It was true, that Kiara was the spitting image of her mother. The scarlet hair, the skin that tanned so easily, even their voices were very similar. The only thing that differed between the two were their eyes. While Kiara's were the lightest of grays, her mothers were a chocolatey color. It was something she'd always wondered about, but never questioned. Perhaps it was related to this King in front of her. Or perhaps she was reading too far into things.
Kiara forced all thoughts - the attempted assassination, the King, and her mother - out of her head. After all, if she were walking into the Berinike castle, she would have to be on guard, regardless of what anyone said. There was no way she was following the King of her enemy without being prepared for the possibility of a trap. So, as she walked behind him, she held her bow tightly in her hands. There was no way she could use it, but no one here except Ostus would know that.
Inside, Kiara was panicking. The guards were right. In her current state, she did not look like a princess. In fact, it was likely that she had even forgotten how to act like one during her weeks away from the palace. Not completely of course, but it was harder to supress who she was this time around. After being able to finally express it... it was as if she were dying. Worse. It was as if she were killing herself.
But, deep down, she knew exactly how she was supposed to act. A princess did not look at Ostus uneasily when he gave up his weapons. She did not voice her surprise or annoyance with him for doing so. She did not mention that she'd noticed the archers or the looks the guards were giving her. What a princess did was act as if no one were on her level. As if she were above anyone and everyone. So of course she said, "No."
Her laughter was cold and not amused in the slightest. "You must be delusional." As she spoke, she adopted a haughty tone that Ostus had probably never heard her speak with. "I will not be insulted. You expect me to walk into enemy territory without a single weapon? Honestly. Do you think me a fool?"
She paused for a moment, staring the guards up and down in a dismissive manner. "If you don't believe I am who I say you could easily kill me for carrying a weapon, correct? But if I am the princess, you will have committed treason against your country as well as my own by destroying a truce we are in the middle of making." Though she was shorter than him, the look Kiara gave the one talking was obviously meant to make him feel small. Her voice was icy as she said her final words. "Now are you really willing to take that chance?"
But, deep down, she knew exactly how she was supposed to act. A princess did not look at Ostus uneasily when he gave up his weapons. She did not voice her surprise or annoyance with him for doing so. She did not mention that she'd noticed the archers or the looks the guards were giving her. What a princess did was act as if no one were on her level. As if she were above anyone and everyone. So of course she said, "No."
Her laughter was cold and not amused in the slightest. "You must be delusional." As she spoke, she adopted a haughty tone that Ostus had probably never heard her speak with. "I will not be insulted. You expect me to walk into enemy territory without a single weapon? Honestly. Do you think me a fool?"
She paused for a moment, staring the guards up and down in a dismissive manner. "If you don't believe I am who I say you could easily kill me for carrying a weapon, correct? But if I am the princess, you will have committed treason against your country as well as my own by destroying a truce we are in the middle of making." Though she was shorter than him, the look Kiara gave the one talking was obviously meant to make him feel small. Her voice was icy as she said her final words. "Now are you really willing to take that chance?"
Sounds good to me. I usually let people know, but sometimes it sneaks up on me. Although I'll probably get on a day or two in and say something. Though it rarely happens because I'm not motivated and therefore hate doing anything having to do with school :D
College is for the motivated. Why am I here again T_T? Oh yeah. Cause I already put three years in :<
College is for the motivated. Why am I here again T_T? Oh yeah. Cause I already put three years in :<
Hey no probs. I go missing for a whole week sometimes, so I never get mad for disappearances xD
Yes this is true. Which is why they treat each other the way they do :)
Sounds good :)
Accepted!
So I'm off to sleep, but for the record (just in case you didn't know) there's never a rush to post for me. :)
Its alright. Sounds like you're having a bad day.
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