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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I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff.
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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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It's funny because it's so obvious and yet neither of the guys realized it xD
After spending so much time with him, Kiara could see the hurt, the betrayal, and the anger behind Ostus's hard expression. It broke her heart. It didn't matter if he didn't, couldn't understand. If he stayed here, they would kill him. Or worse, they would do what they had done to her. Crush his spirit, ruin everything about him, everything that she... It was not going to be easy to send him away, but it was the best thing she could do for him. Her final act of gratitude, even if he hated her forever.
Her nails dug into her hand as she realized the queen had been watching, much more closely than Kiara had realized. In trying to save him, she'd only made things worse. Apparently, she was out of practice at hiding her emotions. She'd need to work on that quickly if she were to keep anything from this woman. She knew. Kiara could see that Ostus was uncomfortable with the queen's mental poking and prodding, but that was not something she could focus on because the queen knew. Or at least had some inkling that there was something going on between the princess and her guard. So why on earth did she insist he stay? There were very few reasons Kiara could think of, and none ended well for either of them. She would need to be very careful in the weeks to come.
Yes, it was obvious that the queen thought she had something over Kiara when she spoke so sugary sweet to her. After each and every insult, it was clear as day that she was proving a point. It didn't matter. There was nothing Kiara could do about it at the moment, and so she chose to react as any sane person would: Pretend as if it didn't bother her at all. "Of course. Guard, you are to do as Queen Alexis orders. You will meet her son, and you will stay out of my way or you will regret it. Do you understand?" The use of something other than his name caused her to flinch internally, but the more she distanced from him... the easier things would be and the sooner he could go home.
Without another word to king, queen, or soldier, Kiara left. It was a relief to finally be in the presence of a mere servant girl even if she was glaring in a way that only the Berinike's could. They'd been walking a good while before Kiara could take it no more. It was one thing to hide emotions from those she considered enemies, but to lie to someone she considered a friend... It hurt her more than she cared to admit. As such, it was no surprise when she found herself wiping furiously at her watering eyes. The girl looked at her for barely a second before continuing to walk down the hall. Even if it was out of hatred, Kiara was grateful she had not asked what was wrong.
"Your room, miss." The girl said in the same tone that Kiara had recently adopted. Technically, she could punish the servant for using "miss" instead of "Your Highness" or "Princess," but Kiara had always found titles annoying and more than a little superficial. They caused your people to feel very below you which was never what she had wanted them to think.
So, instead, she smiled at the girl and thanked her. Said girl only narrowed her eyes, distrusting, before she took off.
It was hours later that Kiara found herself in front of a mirror - the first one she had seen since the day she'd left. It was as if she'd come full circle, her trip here a distant memory. Just like they had that day, her fingers reached out to touch her eyes. They were different than the last time she had looked at them. They were still full of loss, of fear, but there was also a happiness there. It was true that she was in a place she did not want to be, pretending to be someone she was not. However, despite this, Kiara had been able to show someone the real her. Even if it was only for a few weeks, it would last her a lifetime.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips before she made her way to where the royal family was dining. Yes, she had not missed this life, not one bit. The corset she was wearing was laced tight, so that she could barely breath. Luckily, she had gotten to choose her own dress. Likely the queen would comment on it seeing as it was more simple than what Kiara would have been forced to wear at home.
The gown was a forest green, chosen because of Alexis's comment about the trees of Astora, and because it brought out the red in her hair far more than anything else she could have put on. It was not puffy, or lacy, or frilly. In fact, it was very much herself. She had to hide most of her personality beneath a mask of confidence and haughtiness, but sometimes it showed itself in the most peculiar ways.
For example, it could also be seen in the fact that she was wearing no make up. The way Kiara saw it, if she was forced to hide who she was, there was no reason to hide her face as well. And then there were the boots. The gown hid them well, but if anyone caught a glimpse of her shoes they would see that she had not changed them. Pretty heels had never been her style. You could not fight or defend yourself in them. Then there was the dagger hidden in her boot - just in case - and the way she had left her unruly waves down instead of pinning them up in a proper manner.
So, even as she put on that fake smile, stood up straight, and pretended that she could not give a damn that she was here, anyone who knew her - really knew her - would see that she was not giving up any part of herself. Not for the king, queen, or prince. Not for Ostus. Not for her country. No, there was no one in this world that would ever truly break her. The smile became real at the thought, and Kiara pushed open the doors satisfied that she was still herself somewhere inside.
Her nails dug into her hand as she realized the queen had been watching, much more closely than Kiara had realized. In trying to save him, she'd only made things worse. Apparently, she was out of practice at hiding her emotions. She'd need to work on that quickly if she were to keep anything from this woman. She knew. Kiara could see that Ostus was uncomfortable with the queen's mental poking and prodding, but that was not something she could focus on because the queen knew. Or at least had some inkling that there was something going on between the princess and her guard. So why on earth did she insist he stay? There were very few reasons Kiara could think of, and none ended well for either of them. She would need to be very careful in the weeks to come.
Yes, it was obvious that the queen thought she had something over Kiara when she spoke so sugary sweet to her. After each and every insult, it was clear as day that she was proving a point. It didn't matter. There was nothing Kiara could do about it at the moment, and so she chose to react as any sane person would: Pretend as if it didn't bother her at all. "Of course. Guard, you are to do as Queen Alexis orders. You will meet her son, and you will stay out of my way or you will regret it. Do you understand?" The use of something other than his name caused her to flinch internally, but the more she distanced from him... the easier things would be and the sooner he could go home.
Without another word to king, queen, or soldier, Kiara left. It was a relief to finally be in the presence of a mere servant girl even if she was glaring in a way that only the Berinike's could. They'd been walking a good while before Kiara could take it no more. It was one thing to hide emotions from those she considered enemies, but to lie to someone she considered a friend... It hurt her more than she cared to admit. As such, it was no surprise when she found herself wiping furiously at her watering eyes. The girl looked at her for barely a second before continuing to walk down the hall. Even if it was out of hatred, Kiara was grateful she had not asked what was wrong.
"Your room, miss." The girl said in the same tone that Kiara had recently adopted. Technically, she could punish the servant for using "miss" instead of "Your Highness" or "Princess," but Kiara had always found titles annoying and more than a little superficial. They caused your people to feel very below you which was never what she had wanted them to think.
So, instead, she smiled at the girl and thanked her. Said girl only narrowed her eyes, distrusting, before she took off.
It was hours later that Kiara found herself in front of a mirror - the first one she had seen since the day she'd left. It was as if she'd come full circle, her trip here a distant memory. Just like they had that day, her fingers reached out to touch her eyes. They were different than the last time she had looked at them. They were still full of loss, of fear, but there was also a happiness there. It was true that she was in a place she did not want to be, pretending to be someone she was not. However, despite this, Kiara had been able to show someone the real her. Even if it was only for a few weeks, it would last her a lifetime.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips before she made her way to where the royal family was dining. Yes, she had not missed this life, not one bit. The corset she was wearing was laced tight, so that she could barely breath. Luckily, she had gotten to choose her own dress. Likely the queen would comment on it seeing as it was more simple than what Kiara would have been forced to wear at home.
The gown was a forest green, chosen because of Alexis's comment about the trees of Astora, and because it brought out the red in her hair far more than anything else she could have put on. It was not puffy, or lacy, or frilly. In fact, it was very much herself. She had to hide most of her personality beneath a mask of confidence and haughtiness, but sometimes it showed itself in the most peculiar ways.
For example, it could also be seen in the fact that she was wearing no make up. The way Kiara saw it, if she was forced to hide who she was, there was no reason to hide her face as well. And then there were the boots. The gown hid them well, but if anyone caught a glimpse of her shoes they would see that she had not changed them. Pretty heels had never been her style. You could not fight or defend yourself in them. Then there was the dagger hidden in her boot - just in case - and the way she had left her unruly waves down instead of pinning them up in a proper manner.
So, even as she put on that fake smile, stood up straight, and pretended that she could not give a damn that she was here, anyone who knew her - really knew her - would see that she was not giving up any part of herself. Not for the king, queen, or prince. Not for Ostus. Not for her country. No, there was no one in this world that would ever truly break her. The smile became real at the thought, and Kiara pushed open the doors satisfied that she was still herself somewhere inside.
Your character is accepted! Welcome to the rp :)
SHE KNOWS!!!!!
Sure. We will always be accepting :)
Its in his estate as ATS said. Sorry for not clarifying D:
Kiara was seething. She had completely forgotten that Ostus had not been a figure in court and therefore did not know the rules to the game. Instead, he was embarrassing her and was likely to get himself killed. Not only that, but he'd addressed her by only her first name, showing a familiarity that they should not have. So, before she addressed the king and queen, she turned to her guard.
"Ostus. Watch your tongue. You have obviously forgotten who you are talking to. Now show some respect." Her glare was serious and her voice cold as she spoke. He might not ever understand, but she was trying to keep him safe. People were beheaded for saying far less to the royals. He had been spoiled by Astora, where though they may not have been treated like equals, the people were allowed to say what they wished to their leaders without punishment. It was not the case in most anywhere else. Insulting the king could be considered treason.
"Thank you for considering my comfort by allowing my guard to stay, but I do not think that necessary." Again, each word was said deliberately, in an attempt to keep Ostus out of harm's way. She had wanted him to stay, but had not realized just how little knowledge he had about how to act in court. More importantly, she forgot how much that would put him in danger. "I think that he would be much better off returning to Astora and continuing to fight against Callum."
Something the king had said to Ostus was surprising to Kiara, though. That he had no idea the sacrifices that were made every day for him and the rest of the people to live the way they did. This was exactly what she had been trying to explain to him that night weeks ago by the fire. It was also exactly what he failed to understand no matter how she tried to word it.
There was also something the queen had said. That the prince needed her "spirit". What exactly had she meant by that? It took everything she had not to slump over from exhaustion from both her journey and dealing with these people. "I would indeed love to clean up. Despite how necessary it was to dress like this, I would very much like to go back to normal. I do apologize for the state I'm in. It is not how I wished to meet either of you." Now that she had shown the queen she would not be walked over, Kiara could show a bit of respect as well.
"Ostus. Watch your tongue. You have obviously forgotten who you are talking to. Now show some respect." Her glare was serious and her voice cold as she spoke. He might not ever understand, but she was trying to keep him safe. People were beheaded for saying far less to the royals. He had been spoiled by Astora, where though they may not have been treated like equals, the people were allowed to say what they wished to their leaders without punishment. It was not the case in most anywhere else. Insulting the king could be considered treason.
"Thank you for considering my comfort by allowing my guard to stay, but I do not think that necessary." Again, each word was said deliberately, in an attempt to keep Ostus out of harm's way. She had wanted him to stay, but had not realized just how little knowledge he had about how to act in court. More importantly, she forgot how much that would put him in danger. "I think that he would be much better off returning to Astora and continuing to fight against Callum."
Something the king had said to Ostus was surprising to Kiara, though. That he had no idea the sacrifices that were made every day for him and the rest of the people to live the way they did. This was exactly what she had been trying to explain to him that night weeks ago by the fire. It was also exactly what he failed to understand no matter how she tried to word it.
There was also something the queen had said. That the prince needed her "spirit". What exactly had she meant by that? It took everything she had not to slump over from exhaustion from both her journey and dealing with these people. "I would indeed love to clean up. Despite how necessary it was to dress like this, I would very much like to go back to normal. I do apologize for the state I'm in. It is not how I wished to meet either of you." Now that she had shown the queen she would not be walked over, Kiara could show a bit of respect as well.
Kiara's eyes narrowed at the queen that was now in front of her. She had known the woman was in a wheelchair, but to see it in person was different. She'd been sheltered all her life, the only wounds she'd ever seen were on her own body. To see something so permanant, so life changing, was a bit overwhelming. She would have felt pity for the queen, if only she were nicer. It was understandable, Kiara supposed. After all, she would be taking Alexis's place. The thought caused a small smirk to grace her lips.
"Aw. I'm sorry. Did I offend? I suppose that you must sit in your chair all day long. When was the last time you went outside? Probably ages. Such a shame." The grip she held on her bow tightened as her anger grew. Yes, Kiara was crazy for being here in a place where no one respected her. Though, she supposed it was worse for Ostus. Not a single person had even acknowledge him. Even the guards had passed him over as if he was no threat. She was sure it had affected his pride, but she could not find it in herself to care. After all, he was the one who had started acting different first.
"As for why I'm late. We ran into some trouble in the mountains. It delayed us, but we're here now." There was no way she was going to let them know she was injured, possibly permanantly. For one, damaged goods weren't something any future king would want. And two, if she needed to defend herself in this place, she really needed some kind of upperhand. "I don't suppose you remember what it's like to fight for you life do you? Because if you did, you'd realize that people do anything to stay alive. Including dressing like a peasant." Her voice was light, as if she were just talking about the weather.
It was easy to play the queen's game. Despite her looks, Kiara was a princess. One day she would be a queen. She'd grown up in court, a place this woman probably married into. So, at least she had more practice in that department. The problem was that Kiara just happened to be nicer, and so it stung a bit to be so rude to a crippled woman. That was the way things were, though, and there was nothing she could do about it.
If she did not play by the queen's rules, she would not be respected. If she did, she would probably be hated. It was a give and take. This was exactly why she had not wanted to live this life. It was why she would have given anything to be normal. In order to be good at her "job", she had to be ruthless. She also had to be wise and kind. It was full of contradictions, and it gave Kiara a really bad headache.
"Aw. I'm sorry. Did I offend? I suppose that you must sit in your chair all day long. When was the last time you went outside? Probably ages. Such a shame." The grip she held on her bow tightened as her anger grew. Yes, Kiara was crazy for being here in a place where no one respected her. Though, she supposed it was worse for Ostus. Not a single person had even acknowledge him. Even the guards had passed him over as if he was no threat. She was sure it had affected his pride, but she could not find it in herself to care. After all, he was the one who had started acting different first.
"As for why I'm late. We ran into some trouble in the mountains. It delayed us, but we're here now." There was no way she was going to let them know she was injured, possibly permanantly. For one, damaged goods weren't something any future king would want. And two, if she needed to defend herself in this place, she really needed some kind of upperhand. "I don't suppose you remember what it's like to fight for you life do you? Because if you did, you'd realize that people do anything to stay alive. Including dressing like a peasant." Her voice was light, as if she were just talking about the weather.
It was easy to play the queen's game. Despite her looks, Kiara was a princess. One day she would be a queen. She'd grown up in court, a place this woman probably married into. So, at least she had more practice in that department. The problem was that Kiara just happened to be nicer, and so it stung a bit to be so rude to a crippled woman. That was the way things were, though, and there was nothing she could do about it.
If she did not play by the queen's rules, she would not be respected. If she did, she would probably be hated. It was a give and take. This was exactly why she had not wanted to live this life. It was why she would have given anything to be normal. In order to be good at her "job", she had to be ruthless. She also had to be wise and kind. It was full of contradictions, and it gave Kiara a really bad headache.
She is such a... Wow. I don't even know what to respond to her right now lol. I have a feeling Kiara isn't going to be silent at all either.
Booo work is terrible D: Almost as terrible as homework.
Booo work is terrible D: Almost as terrible as homework.
I feel you. I'm currently in the state I am because I fell in love with a military dude and moved in with him. He left me. So that's fun. Now I'm stuck half way across the country from friends and family. It's cool though. Met some nice people. So yeah. I feel you to an extent, only I transferred instead of dropped out. Thank god for that.
I enjoy putting in plot seeds too. That's why I said she had brown eyes :p Obviously her mother was not the one born into the royal family.
I enjoy putting in plot seeds too. That's why I said she had brown eyes :p Obviously her mother was not the one born into the royal family.
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