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@Achronum

What the fun dead.

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@The One @Achronum
"Don't touch me, don't touch me, you're diiiirrrttty"
That would be up there on things Kanalie could not handle, gross teeth. Like damn, wash your mouth out before you bite into me.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Bett Castor

Dat boi

Name: Bettan (Bett) Castor

Age: 19

Role and Kingdom: Bett is the body double of the Crown Prince of Hiertania. He lives in Hiertania, but is secretly half Lutairian.

Skills: As he is the barkeep of a local inn, he is well versed in a multitude of alcoholic concoctions. Unfortunately since he has Lutairian blood in his veins he is completely weak to the stuff and doesn't drink himself unless he wants to make quite a scene. He is also decently well at cooking meals and many a famished traveler have given compliments on his Sheppard's Pie. As for fighting, he's been caught in the midst of numerous bar fights and knows how to hold his own in a brawl and diffuse the situation, but has knows nothing particularly disciplined. He is also mysteriously really good at cheating at most card/dice games.

Personality: He is an untrained, unruly mutt that wears his heart on his sleeve and a wolfish grin on his lips! He's never bothered to hide how he feels whenever he feels it and with how loud and obvious his emotions are, it would be difficult even if he tried. His general temperance is friendly and playful and he'd always rather make a friend than an enemy. Still, he can be rather hotheaded sometimes, especially when it comes to things he really believes in or is proud of. Since his role is an alternative to modern therapy, he likes to make people happy and help them with their issues, tending to grow distressed when he is put in a position of powerlessness. He absolutely glows under praise and is rather proud even when faced with his shortcomings.

Biography: His parents were a pair that made a horrendous mistake, one that resulted in his cursed birth. His father was a craftsman from Lutaires and had the misfortune to be attacked by Hiertanian thieves while traveling along the border. All of his well earned coin and precious belongings were stolen and it was only by the kindness of a Hiertanian innkeeper that allowed him a place to stay while he got back on his feet. He ended up staying a few months under her care, selling crafts to earn enough to return to his kingdom. It was only after he had left that Bett's mother realized that she was pregnant. She was able to hide the pregnancy for a while, but once it was too obvious she revealed a lie and said that she wasn't sure of the father's name, that he had just been a costumer passing by from the south. She was instantly shammed and labeled a whore with her bastard child and her clientele dropped to almost nothing. When Bett was born, she was relieved to find that he shared many of her features instead off his father's, but one thing was the same. He was born with brilliant red hair, something that since the years he was born, she was able to hide through indigo dye. She did anything she could to make sure he fit in among the Hiertanian people, to save their lives.
The two of them lived together in the mother's inn called The Pale Poppy. When Bett was young, they struggled to survive with very little funding due to their reputations turning everyone away, but eventually it was through their hard work, Bett's charisma and time that customers began to return and they managed to flourish a small bit. Some of Bett's behavior still reflects the hard times as he tends to be a bit of a hoarder and has very heated opinions about waste. His mother and him continued to thrive with her in charge of cleaning the Inn and him in charge of feeding their patrons and offering them spirits. His mother will forever be his weak point, he loves her to death and would do anything in the world for her.

Appearance: While Bett's natural hair color is a vibrant red to reflect on his Lutairian heritage, his mother has been dyeing it black since he was a young child. He has hazel/brown eyes and cream colored skin. He is slight just as the crown prince is, but fast. On his shoulder, he bares a tattoo of a white poppy to honor his home and his mother. He has numerous small scars that are easily hidden as long as one does not look too close.

Extra: To scrape by as a child, Bett learned his way around gambling and especially how to cheat at it. Most of the time he avoided getting caught, but his faint scars are from whenever he couldn't.
His mother never actually told him about his father, but as he grew older he was easily able to guess where he was from and why it had to be hidden. He actually doesn't get a single fuck about finding his father, his mother is all he needs.

Caden Sal

Please take this image with a grain of salt, a lot is inconsistent with how he really looks :/

Name: Caden Sal

Age: 20

Role & Kingdom: Caden is a bodyguard for the ambassadors of Lutaires.

Skill and/or Weapon: Caden has been hardened into nothing more than a fighting machine through years of training and hardship. He lives for battle, for the adrenaline and the victory of it and is very good at it. He can take a hit, roll with it and return it with ease, his body strong and fast. He also a bit of a incubus (metaphorically speaking), feeding off of others and craving for one partner after the next to satiate him. To do this, he has gotten pretty good at convincing people to relent to his desires. In terms off weapons, unlike his nation's archery proficiency, he is a sword kind of man. Though he could excel at pretty much anything you put into his grasp.

Personality: While interpersonal connections seem to be his main focus beyond fighting, he doesn't really seem to care much for other people. Conversations are quick to bore him if they have no clear benefit towards him and emotions are quick to repel him. He's an instinctual kind of guy and anything more than that is nothing that he wants. He can be rude, crude and grumpy around strangers or people he has no interest in, while those he's closer to he's more vaguely more pleasant with a teasing nature and sly grins. His own personal demons he suppresses behind as many walls as he can put up and if you dare try and probe at them, his reaction is more likely to be violent than not.

Biography: While Caden may have been born in Lutaires and thus is a full Lutairian citizen, his mother was a refugee from Bellvar, seeking the comfortable living of the more habitable kingdom. Still, his skin showed his true heritage and while the general belief of the kingdom was a more accepting one, the individual did not always match up with that. Dealing with prejudice and cruelty, Caden rose up against it with biting defiance and started more fights than were ever started against him. He spent his young years literally battling his way for his mother's and his survival until she knew that they couldn't sustain such a life. So she took the two of them to the castle and begged for them to give them a job somehow, somewhere, anywhere. They recognized the potential that the scrappy young man showed, but not the aging woman and so they accepted Caden and sent the mother away for outside work, separating them. From then on, Caden worked and worked any job at the castle that was needed, mostly manual labor. He grew muscles and strength and eventually made his way into training to become a protector of the castle and its people. This is where he honed his skills and put his anger and desire to fight to good use until one day he was requested to help escort important ambassadors to Hiertania.

Appearance: (Please ignore the image above in terms of skin color as Caden is dark skinned, but I couldn't find any image that matched up with my ideas for general appearance and skin color.) While Caden may be from the kingdom of Lutaires, it is obvious at one glance that he does not match the common image set forth for a Lutairian in one specific aspect. His skin is much darker than that of his surrounding people and he is rougher and meaner looking than most. His muscles are hardened and well developed, though he remains nimble and quick on his feet. On close inspection (saved only for lovers) one can see a multitude of scars littering his body. His hair is a sandy blonde and his eyes a sharp cinnamon.

Extra: Caden has never seen his mother since the last time they were separated at age 14. He's also probably had like three illegitimate kids by now, what a trollop.

Link to a recoloring done by @AAB! http://imgur.com/Kij9DYF Again, thank you <3 <3 <3

Maella the Traveler

Name: Maella Stone

Age: 22

Role & Kingdom: Maella is a traveler in the kingdom of Bellvar.

Skill and/or Weapon: Years living in an unforgiving desert has left Maella rather scrappy, she knows how to get things done that need to get done. Whether it's a hasty sewing repair on a torn tarp or catching and preparing a wiley desert snake for dinner, she's ready for it. As for conversation, she's not too skilled in that department but she's definitely enthusiastic. Ideal weapons are generally anything sharp, but she has her trusty dagger with her at all times and knows her way around a spear the best.

Personality: Her body may have become hardened from the harsh weather and tough battle for survival, but her spirits definitely haven't! She's an excitable one who likes company even more than a good meal but sometimes finds her that incessant chatter sent yet another person walking to the other side of the fire! She's always eager to quiz a new face on absolutely everywhere they've been in the world, ready for a chance to vicariously expand her horizon even further. In crises is the only time she seems to get serious and will do what she can to tend to them. She'll put up with most any kind of attitude, anyone not so friendly and will absorb any abuse they throw at her without batting an eye. She doesn't care what kind of person they are, she wants to learn from them and talk to them.

Biography: Maella has always had a desire to travel, having been walking since she could stand. Her family could hardly keep up with her whenever she wanted to go places and she's was always going places. She was relentlessly curious about absolutely everything and chattered off like a half-crazed desert bird to anyone nearby. Between her parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and even older siblings, they somehow managed to keep her within the bounds of their small desert oasis. They were a wealthy, well-knit family that had control over their town and all its people, the best situation anyone could find within the desertlands that wasn't a damn castle itself. Still, that wasn't the life she wished to lead and so stole herself away from it all and joined a caravan in desperate search of new lands and new faces.

Appearance: Maella has a well weathered body, muscular merely from the struggle for survival and many days walking against the resistance of hot sand. Her skin is golden beneath the glare of the sun, her eyes similar in hue. She is short in stature 4'11'' making her a bit stocky, but she can still get any job done with ease. Her hair is a vibrant red, easy to be picked out of a crowd, and cut haphazardly to uneven lengths. Her hair is not her main focus, she prefers to waste her vanity away on her clothing. She likes to wear bright colors in her apparel and holds a weakness for fine cloth, often spending more than she knows she should to get it. Her ears are decorated with jewels and her smile is always as precious and warm.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AimeChambers
The could've taught him, doesn't mean he has to listen.

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Ha, error 404

@The One
I think he definitely gives off the feeling of being an odd one haha

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@The One
That'd be easy since he's partnered with Alexander. *Thumbs up*

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@The One
Nah bro, Kanalie would just be glad he wouldn't demand a whole lot out of her and she could go off and do her own thing. Like, I'm not joking around about her adaptability, she finds that silver-lining and she fucking clings to it. She can shrug off a lot. There would probably be some pretty chill harmony between them. Trust me, I went through the list thinking about how she'd handle each of them haha.

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@Achronum
I know! I'm so glad haha!

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Kanalie wouldn't exactly admit that she was nervous if someone indeed asked, but she could definitely feel the buzz of anxiety throb almost painfully in her veins. The courtyard was abundantly populated by bodies and despite the expanse of the area, they all seemed to be rather crowded together. An idiom about sardines came to mind, though that was perhaps too exaggerated for the situation. The warm night air which had seemed perfect minutes ago was starting to cling to her, aided by the body heat being released and her discomforting emotions. As more figures pressed in, all trying to fit into the space, she reached out her hand and caught onto a familiar arm, practically digging her nails in as she did. Alexander was thankfully still by her side, but she didn't risk losing him amongst the liquid mass around them. The way it shifted and heaved with each new person proved that to be a sincere threat. With thoughts of storms and how they must all be weathered, Kanalie wrapped her thin arm around her friend's and kept herself to his side so they could endure it together. Wanly, she realized how clinging to such a hot-blooded body would do nothing to help with the heat she already felt suffocated by, but that was easy enough to handle. There was no way she was letting go.

While the mass continued to grow and together they were driven deeper into the mess of it, she surveyed the envelope they had been handed and compared it to Alexander's. They appeared to be the same all except for the organization of letters on the front, so that was a bit of a relief. They managed a few words together, beating away the nervous energy that came from first days with conversation. Their words were ended the second the regal woman flowed her way to the limelight. Kanalie dug her fingers into his arm purposely this time to hush him while all attention was turned that way.

Silence from the crowd left every word to resonate. As everything else came to a stand still from a single entrance alone, Kanalie couldn't help but feel truly dazzled by the extravagance and grace of this woman- this princess. She tried to take it all in, but there was a limit to all that her sky colored eyes could see. It was all light and promise to her. Her focus was divided between absorbing the princess through her gaze and understanding her every word. However, when the princess spoke of their grouping into pairs, she came so fast to attention that she felt dizzy. A pair, huh? She supposed she could live with that. She would have to live with that.

At the moment she was free to do so, she was sliding a midnight nail beneath the seal and breaking it open. Her eyes fell onto the picture, below it the name. A man. That wasn't so bad, she reasoned with herself faintly, it was easier for her to get along with men anyway. An attractive man at that, there was something appealing about the way his eyes pierced through the parchment itself, not at all hindered by a simple photograph.

"Well!" She spoke up finally after a long enough pause to become familiar with the new information. She sounded a bit more breathless than she intended, the excitement of it all carrying a fraction of her voice away. She peeked sideways to her companion's paper, leaning more into him as she inspected his partner as well. "I have a pretty man named Declan Sputnik, what about you?"

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

And the bodyguard. If you have any problems with his bio, just tell me and I'll work it out.

Caden Sal

Please take this image with a grain of salt, a lot is inconsistent with how he really looks :/

Name: Caden Sal

Age: 20

Role & Kingdom: Caden is a bodyguard for the ambassadors of Lutaires.

Skill and/or Weapon: Caden has been hardened into nothing more than a fighting machine through years of training and hardship. He lives for battle, for the adrenaline and the victory of it and is very good at it. He can take a hit, roll with it and return it with ease, his body strong and fast. He also a bit of a incubus (metaphorically speaking), feeding off of others and craving for one partner after the next to satiate him. To do this, he has gotten pretty good at convincing people to relent to his desires. In terms off weapons, unlike his nation's archery proficiency, he is a sword kind of man. Though he could excel at pretty much anything you put into his grasp.

Personality: While interpersonal connections seem to be his main focus beyond fighting, he doesn't really seem to care much for other people. Conversations are quick to bore him if they have no clear benefit towards him and emotions are quick to repel him. He's an instinctual kind of guy and anything more than that is nothing that he wants. He can be rude, crude and grumpy around strangers or people he has no interest in, while those he's closer to he's more vaguely more pleasant with a teasing nature and sly grins. His own personal demons he suppresses behind as many walls as he can put up and if you dare try and probe at them, his reaction is more likely to be violent than not.

Biography: While Caden may have been born in Lutaires and thus is a full Lutairian citizen, his mother was a refugee from Bellvar, seeking the comfortable living of the more habitable kingdom. Still, his skin showed his true heritage and while the general belief of the kingdom was a more accepting one, the individual did not always match up with that. Dealing with prejudice and cruelty, Caden rose up against it with biting defiance and started more fights than were ever started against him. He spent his young years literally battling his way for his mother's and his survival until she knew that they couldn't sustain such a life. So she took the two of them to the castle and begged for them to give them a job somehow, somewhere, anywhere. They recognized the potential that the scrappy young man showed, but not the aging woman and so they accepted Caden and cast out his mother, separating them. From then on, Caden worked and worked any job at the castle that was needed, mostly manual labor. He grew muscles and strength and eventually made his way into training to become a protector of the castle and its people. This is where he honed his skills and put his anger and desire to fight to good use until one day he was requested to help escort important ambassadors to Hiertania.

Appearance: (Please ignore the image above in terms of skin color as Caden is dark skinned, but I couldn't find any image that matched up with my ideas for general appearance and skin color.) While Caden may be from the kingdom of Lutaires, it is obvious at one glance that he does not match the common image set forth for a Lutairian in one specific aspect. His skin is much darker than that of his surrounding people and he is rougher and meaner looking than most. His muscles are hardened and well developed, though he remains nimble and quick on his feet. On close inspection (saved only for lovers) one can see a multitude of scars littering his body. His hair is a sandy blonde and his eyes a sharp cinnamon.

Extra: Caden has never seen his mother since the last time they were separated at age 14. He's also probably had like three illegitimate kids by now, what a trollop.