KiwiBaer

Of Blood And Magic

@Ellion
Declan is such a delight, I'm weeping

A City on Fire (Assassin rp)

I am aware now that the links for the images don't appear to be functioning properly, I'll try to fix that tomorrow if I can. Also, I'll maybe put out a character sheet, or is it better to wait for the OOC? Haha, like I said this is my first time ^^"

@Kronshi
Thank you so much! I've spent a lot of time working on this universe and am really passionate about it!

@FantasyChic
Thanks for the interest! Either of those two would be lucky to have you!

@Keksalot
Codenames have absolutely no influence over the gender of the character. Empress (or any other traditionally gendered card) can totally be male, female, ace or what have you! It's the same in royals with the chess pieces, King or Queen does not imply the gender of the assassin ^.^

@urukhai
Excellent! Belladonna is such a wonderful group, promise!

A City on Fire (Assassin rp)

A CITY ON FIRE

Deep in the heart of the United States of America, there exists a metropolis by the name of Match City. Years ago, the city was dying, drowning in its filth and crime. The area was unsafe, people who lived there were always attempting to move out and nobody wanted to move in. The police were close to useless, understaffed and inexperienced with absolutely no control over their city. People lived in fear.

Then, things began to change. Crime levels began to lower in every aspect except for one. There were no more bodies being discovered than there had always been, but they were now of a different sort, the criminals and offenders that plagued the city. Crooks began to back off, shrinking into the shadows and whole neighborhoods shaped up. People were living more comfortably than they ever had before in certain areas of the city. While in other sectors, those who had never known fear began to sweat in the dark. Many people were unaware of what had caused such a change, but a select few knew fully well.

Over the course of a few years, five different assassin groups had taken over the five sectors of the city, laying their claim. These groups harbored incredibly different methods and beliefs, their influence over each sector drastically varied. Whether people come to revere you as heroes, or hate you with a bitter passion, it all depends on which name you belong to. The poisonous Belladonna, the intrepid Avia, the opulent Royals, the defending Familia or the scheming Black Cats.

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So that is the general premise of the world of Match City! This rp will be taking place within the five assassin groups that occupy the city: Belladonna, Avia, Royals, Familia or Black Cats. There will be a quick bio on the beliefs of each one down below in a hider. Each group is ruled by a leader and my current thinking is that I will be playing one of the leaders (specifically for Avia) and that other players can fill in for the other groups as long as they command within the goals and beliefs of that group. And beyond that they can be pretty self-sufficient However, if it turns out to be better that I take command of all, I'm willing to go down that path as well.

It's meant to be kinda geeky and fun as well as dark and violent. Each assassin group has their own theme for code names and taking on their assignments. Romance is 100% okay with me as long as everyone involved is of course okay with it as well! But of course recognize that dark themes will come into play because... well it's an assassin au. Let's just have fun with it!

I'm rather inexperienced on this cite and especially in starting my own rp (this is my first), so I hope you can help me through the process just a little bit and I promise it'll be a fun and exciting adventure for everyone. I can't really think of anything else to say, so I'll just pop the bios down and wait to see if there are any further questions, suggestions or concerns~

The five groups

Note: These will be intentionally vague. There will be more information given for those who actually decide to join a group.

Belladonna

Belladonna is an assassin group located within the first sector off Match City, also known as the Park District. Many leisure activities are located here and gardens are abundant thanks to actions put forth by the city only a few years ago. Belladonna seems to have no discriminant for the types of bodies they drop, implying that they are traditional in taking on any hit with the proper price. The people within this group are known by plant themed code names and poison is a favorite for these killers (though they have been known to stray to other methods). They use their own code through plants and flowers to contract their hits or communicate other necessary information. The people of this district both fear and respect Belladonna.
Overall goal: Survive and thrive.

Avia

Avia is the assassin group currently residing within Match's second sector, what was formerly the most crime ridden district in the whole city. They are led by the mysterious Kestrel and codenames are based off of types of birds. The sorts of bodies dropped seem to be purely criminals and wrong-doers, but with a brutal sort of violence to the kills. There doesn't appear to be any clear method linking the assassins together, anything to get the job done. The people of this sector show admiration to Avia, viewing them as saviors and protectors of their previously scum-filled district.
Overall goal: Keep their sector clean, use their darkness for good.

Royals

The Royals are an assassin group ruling over the third sector of Match, commonly referred to as the Rich District. They appear to prey upon the corrupt diplomats and higher risk targets than the other groups. Though it is almost just as common to see a completely innocent official dead due to a great price. They refer to one another under pseudonyms based off of chess pieces, lead by either a Black or White King (regardless of gender). Silenced guns are the preferred weapon amongst their ranks, but not particularly required. The people of this sector spend enormous amounts of money to keep themselves protected from the cruel reign of this group, despising them and insisting that the police do something about all these killers.
Overall goal: Power and control

Familia

Situated within the fourth district of the City of Match, Familia is quite possibly the most well liked of all the assassin groups. They are well known for their bedside manor and their intended targets are the kind that everyone is willing to see gunned down. Familia focuses on the abusers, the rapists and the killers. They focus on victims who have been harmed and go to them first, tending to them and making sure that their vengeance is wrought. Poison and pistols are their main focus in weapons. This is a tightly knit group and if you mess with one, you mess with all. Not a single member of Familia is unfamiliar with another member, everyone knowing and watching out for their family. Code names are based off of tarot cards, with their leader as The Empress.
Overall goal: Protect and serve those who have been hurt

Black Cats

The black cats are located in the final sector that takes up the center of the entire city, where the businesses are located. This group seems to resemble a mafia much more than an organized guild of assassins. Rumors have been heard about a myriad of border skirmishes with other groups started by them. Their pseudonyms are meaningless objects that they latch onto and they use just about any weapon available or necessary. Their city sector either hates or fears them and they are at odds with the law.
Overall goal: The most common motivator of all, money and power. (But money comes first)

Of Blood And Magic

@WeepingLiberty
I know this will probably be revealed later, but in terms of class schedules, I was curious if the pairs would have classes together. Obviously, the mages are going to have their own magic focused classes, but will there be like "bonding" classes that's there to teach them what life will be like with a mage and a vampire? Or are they pretty much independent of each other beside being fang friends?

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

Songbird

Name: Sera Angela Harrison

Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

Take the photograph already, Harvey

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it’s required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren’t conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other’s company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn’t touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn’t have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera’s wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi’s office. She didn’t dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn’t, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people’s perception, can make them believe they’re seeing things that aren’t there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

Here's the pretty birdie.

Songbird

Name: Sera Angela Harrison

Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

Take the photograph already, Harvey

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it’s required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren’t conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other’s company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn’t touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn’t have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera’s money. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi’s office. She didn’t dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn’t, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people’s perception, can make them believe they’re seeing things that aren’t there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

@GingerBoi123
Still very interested, sorry for my inactivity. Did not have proper internet access over the weekend because of technical difficulties. I will try and push out my CS by tonight!

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Welp, that only took a billion years, but there ya go! Sorry Bett's part is so long, I just got really into his character and started rolling with it lol.
also I love how muted all the colors are all the way up until you get to Maella and it's just super bright pink.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

BETTAN CASTOR - The Mutt

It is an undeniable fact that men and women alike have a tendency to talk when alcohol is introduced into their system. Such a fact was quite apparent in the life of a barkeep, tasked with serving the inebriated and dedicating an ear to their ailments. The young Bettan Castor generally had no issues with the rumors and tales that spread from numbed tongues. They offered a level of entertainment throughout his daily activities that many other servers were not quite as privy to. He was careful to keep the tales as just that, entertainment. Unless a reliable source could be cited, he believed not a word thee drunks would offer up. Though his disbelief sometimes caused problems (some men got defensive and aggressive when the veracity of their hunting stories was doubted), he mostly skated by just fine laughing along with hiss customers and grinning brightly to all.

Sometimes, however, there was a hush that came over the Pale Poppy's mess area. The men wouldn't meet his looks, preferring the amber glare of their own drinks. Most didn't dare speak against the silence and those who attempted were hushed viciously. Bett recognized these moments well and it caused him to become very much aware of his younger age. Some of these men had been coming here since he couldn't eve see over the bar and still viewed him as that bumbling toddler. These silences were meant to protect him, keep him from worrying. There wasn't a soul in the Pale Poppy that wanted to see the lad frown.

Bett dropped a glass down on the bar in front of Jarius, an easy target. The stout man had retired from the war with a bum hip and a big grin, telling everyone he would have paid even more for the stores he got from it all. Yet, the pain he experienced daily drove him to Bett's panacea and made him weak for the offer of free spirits. Even now, he carefully eyed the glass in front of him. A few of the surrounding men hissed their disapproval.

"Now." Bett said, voice louder and firmer than it usually was. His hands rested on either side of the drink, bordering it as it still rested on his side of the counter. He leaned down so he could be eye to steel colored eye with Jarius. "What's goin on here then? 's got to be somethin serious, yeah?"

Jarius' eyes dropped away from Bett's only to focus on the booze just out of reach. A good sign. He was sweating in his seat, no longer truly resisting, but simply elongating his defiance for his own pride. His tongue wet his lips, his hands gripping slightly at the curved edge of the bar. He would break, Bett knew it. The barkeep pushed the glass just a little bit closer to Jarius' fingers. Anticipation filled the room, everyone silently snarling at the veteran to just leave it be.

Jarius would have broken, Bett knew, but his informal interrogation was cut short by a woman's voice. Bett's mother called from the front of the inn, her station during daytime hours. His steady glare was broken as he turned her way and the whole tavern seemed to release a sigh. Bett cast one last annoyed look around to everyone, watching a room of eyes look askance.

With quick steps, he followed his mother's hail and met at her desk. She sat there with her delicate grace, one hand resting atop of the logs, the other holding onto her timepiece. It was the most expensive thing either of them owned and it got quite a bit of use.

"It's two o'clock, chuck." The woman informed him, her lips formed into a delicate smile.

Bett returned a smile with a vibrant grin, also glowing in her presence. He stepped in and planted a kiss to against her crown while she laughed lightly at the affection. "Sure thing, mum. Thanks for the reminder."

A few minutes later and Bett was meeting the Pale Poppy's supplier at the usual corner. They had sent their son this time, barely more than a babe, even compared to Bett. He wobbled under the burden of his cart, looking seven leagues past relieved when he finally was able to come to a stop and met the man who would relieve him of his load. The kid was three heads shorter than Bett and he found himself instinctively bending his knees to face him.

The boy was breathless and bright red, but not simply from the exertion. Instead, he absolutely buzzed with excitement, bouncing on his toes with energy he shouldn't still possess. He had something juicy, it was obvious.

"What's got a hold of ya, lad?" Bett asked, already reaching to inspect the crates loaded onto the cart. He opened the lid of one, finding a pleasing amount of bottles inside. As he shifted it closer to himself, the containers resonated with that gorgeous melody of clinking glass, and god, it was probably Bett's favorite sound. Still, he noted that the supply was smaller than usual, a box short.

Tren looked as if he had only lived up until that moment to hear that exact question asked of him. He let out a breath so hard it nearly knocked him prone and his hands clutched inflexibly to the handle of his vehicle. He teetered so far forward, Bett was curious if his feet were still even planted on the ground. "Bett, can you believe what's happened?"

Bett's eyebrows rose and he crossed his arms before himself. Amusement curved his lips. "What? That ya managed to forget part of my order, again? Naw, 's pretty believable, dunce."

The child's face began to color and he gasped, his eyes quickly flashing over the crates. He let out a defeated groan as he realized the truth. He had once again forgotten the full load back at the distillery, a image of a tarried crate abandoned against the doorstep entered his mind. Still, his shook his head of this small set back and was bouncing on his toes again in moments. "Sorry, Bett. Wasn't thinking 'bout that sort a thing, somethin crazy happened!"

"Well, out with it then!" Bett shook his head and continued to smile.

Tren reached into the crate closer to him, dragging something out and into the light. It was a sleek looking magenta bottle, intricate vines crafted in the glass, curling towards the cork. Bett recognized it immediately and his smile dropped away. He stared silently for a moment, before shaking his head quickly and yanking it away from the child. He held it up to the boys eyes accusingly, a scalding storm overtaking him.

"Tren." Bett said, voice firm. "This is Luairi wine. Speak up now, where did ya get this?" The lad had a habit of sticking his hands into flashy pockets, generally of the wrong sort. Bett was very familiar with which pockets were the wrong ones.

The boy squirmed, clearly having expected to receive greater praise for his endeavors. He turned his gaze away, a angry pout forming on his face "The venders outside of town have loads of this kinda thing. Lots of Lutairi stuff floodin' in. Bett, I got it for you, don't be so cross!"

Bett clicked his tongue and tucked the bottle back into the crate, careful to hide it from view. "You'll get yourself into mighty big trouble with those sticky fingers, Tren. Head home, off with ya now."

Bett watched the boy scamper home with a highly disgruntled air about him. The barkeep was unhappy as well, signature grin lost as he carted the supply of alcohol home. First, the bar was behaving like a damn funeral, now the black market was overflowing with Lutairi goods. Something very unsettling must be going down over the border. Hopefully, whatever it was wouldn't affect the town any worse than it already had.

CADEN SAL - The Saber

Caden worked his jaw to the point where it ached as he sat upon a stool in the Luitairi palace's grand kitchen. His sharp amber eyes were focused entirely on the root in his stiff grasp, followed his dull knife as it grazed across the flesh. The thick peel curled as he cut it away, falling over his fingers and into the waste bucket below him. He sliced with quick movements instead of attempting for finesse. He completed each root rapidly, the finished products tossed into a pot at his side. There they waited to be lifted by a cook and set atop the stove.

To a bypassing stranger, he would have been the picture of a dedicated worker. However, every soul in the royal culinary staff viewed on with concern. Their attention was divided between glancing his way and actually completing their required assignments. Caden may have been employed as a hunk of muscle for the crown, but this was where he had started out, right within this very kitchen. There was not a foreign face among the bunch and even if there had been, Caden returned here often enough for a newcomer to know him just as well.

So they could tell that there was something wrong.

Still, no one was willing to interrupt him, even as he surpassed the amount of vegetables they really needed. Because had been there, he had been on an assignment close by the settlement when it was attacked. He know had the burn on his arm to prove it as well, the ivory bandage stark against his darker skin. Despite their closeness, the staff had absolutely no clue how to ease his distress. They had barely gotten to the point where they could recognize it.

Bellina passed by his little corner and ran her fingers through his hair affectionately, displacing the strands. She was ignored, as was any one else before her that had offered their silent discomfort. Still, as she passed on, he glanced her way and almost wanted to sigh.

They were so nosy. He didn't have time for the emotions they thought he was suffering through. At least that's what he told himself, the thought a harsh growl in his mind.

His eyes roamed over his hands, trying to convince himself he couldn't still feel that little girl's hand clutching at his. He had dragged her from the flame, scorching his bicep in the process, but saving her life. She had held onto him with bother of her hands like he was the only solid thing on this whole damn earth. Her home was destroyed, was nothing but ashes. And so here she was, clinging onto him desperately.

His thoughts consumed him so fully, he didn't realize he'd nicked himself until the blood started pooling up on his hands. A curse fell past his lips and he abandoned the roots to go and wash away the scarlet liquid.

"What do you think they'll do?" Tabeitha asked him quietly, stepping in beside him. She reached down into the sink and helped the him wash out his cut. Caden grimaced. "An attack like that… It just never stops, does it? What is Her Highness going to do?"

The swordsman glanced towards her gentle face, saw the way she looked at him so hopefully. She wanted him to say those magic, nonexistent words that would make everything better. The words a child begged their parents for when there seemed to be nothing but despair all around and they needed to hear peace.

Caden didn't specialize in peace. He pulled his hands away. "Who's to say, Beith. Wager we'll find out soon enough."

That response was met with a very unhappy silence.

MAELLA STONE - The Traveler

She loved the area along the border more than anywhere else in Bellvar. The way it cooled off and nourished its own foliage, the greater frequency of pools and settlements. You could taste moisture in there air and it felt like electricity. People along the water seemed to have their own glow about them, their own mystery. Everything was more vibrant, more exciting, more alive. For right now, however, she was really loving its water.

A sigh leaked from her lips, originating from deep in her water filled stomach, and she let her head fall back. Her feet stretched deeper into the oasis pool that they so recently discovered. Her hands rested behind her, keeping her propped up and allowing her to slide her fingers through thriving grass. She reveled in the feel of it as she let her aching soles soak. They had already filled every water container available and set up camp for the coming night, leaving her with absolutely nothing in the world to worry about. And that was exactly how she loved her days.

"Rajun." She called out to the slanted trees and grassy earth they so rarely experience. "You must dip your feet in here, it is simply rejuvenating." She swirled her toes in the liquid, causing the water to slosh higher up her ankles. It splashed subtly and she practically cooed at the noise.

She knew the oasis life. The ability to take cleansing bathes whenever one wished, to sit under shade not created by a piece of cloth. To live amongst a proper society, seeing more than three people on any given day. Those were the sort of luxuries one grew to miss while indulging the traveler life, yet those were exactly the things she found herself wandering away from. Deeper and deeper she went into the unknown until she met with discovery, adventure or death. This was the life she was born to live. Not one formed by water monopolies and politics.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AimeChambers
*Shrugs* C'est la vie.

EDIT: It wouldn't be such a big deal if the post wasn't three million years long ;~;