Marmalised Junk

The dark ball- who will be successor?

Bea looked at Elizabeth, rather annoyed.

"What, can't I have any fun? The ball is starting and I just want to have a few more moments of fun before the competition starts."
Turning her attention to her brother, she replied
"You don't look to bad yourself 'Prince Victor'."

Next, she leaned in and whispered softly, "You're on pointy."
She had called him 'pointy', for a long time. It was a joke towards his ears and him being a elf, despite being half elf herself.
After Elizbeth declined the drinks, Beatrix decided she was right.
"I'd love to get some Vi, but Elizabeth is right. We must think of the guests."

Taking in a breath, she attempted to compose herself.
"Anyway, we don't want to get too drunk and make a fool of ourselves, do we?"

She put on a false smile, and said:
"We're all equals in this contest right? We have as much chance as any of our siblings do, so let's try our hardest!"

She wanted to say- "I'm going to win this, and when I rule the kingdom, I'll protect it better then father ever could.", but that wouldn't be a very good thing to say, especially to her competition.

Delta End

I'd be interested! This world is incredibly made- you (@Melpaws) are amazing!

Probably make an oc before joining the discord in case they don't get accepted though!

The dark ball- who will be successor?

The day was long- decrees, meetings, favours, preparation, an excessive amount of washing, tasting food and more.

It might have been a little better is Bea hadn't stayed up late again. She just had to see the night sky before the eclipse, which ended in her dragging herself out of bed before the sun came up. She had been bombarded with questions about the ball while outside, but at least had an excuse to ignore suitors for the day- 'I must be ready for the ball.'

She span around a couple of times, laughing. The dress she chose was beautiful (to her at least), a shimmering silver gown with gold trim,
off-shoulder sleeves and a full skirt. Her hair had been curled, and had flower-like decorations in it, drawing attention to her ears.

One last spin in front of the mirror, and she was ready. She lightly walked to the ballroom, trying to look as graceful as possible, before entering the ballroom, and whipping her head around, searching for her siblings.
On the other side, she spotted Victor and Elizbeth, and laughed as she attempted to sneak up on them.

Good Night Bears ~ The Interest Check

Interesting concept! I'll be sure to check this one out!

The dark ball- who will be successor?

Beatrix [Last name]

Princess and Possible successor

Species - Half-human, Half-Elf
Age - 20
Reason for wanting the throne - In general, she wants power. Other reasons are things such as making the kingdom better, and being remembered.

[I couldn't find a fc for the life of me so just take this]
Appearence - Brown hair, Green eyes, pointy ears- basic stuff. Her dress is a dark shade of red, and has gold details on it, that resemble flowers, and she wears a small tiara, that she dislikes the size of, viewing the small size as a sign of weakness.

Personality - Bea is friendly and outgoing, but is reserved when it comes to certain things. Being knowledgeable in many subjects (mainly after hours of being forced to study) she's easy to talk to, and tries understand people on deeper levels. She's determined to become more powerful- she's friendly, but selfish. She values herself above other people, and only thinks about herself- she's trying to fix it though, because she knows she can't lead a kingdom to greatness, or anything at all really, when being selfish. She's close with a few of her siblings, but with the chance of the entire kingdom at her fingertips, she doesn't know whether to stab them in the back or not.

She's rather eccentric, and does some.. strange things- Swimming in rivers and lakes, sneaking out after dark, ect. [more in rp]

Other - A lot of Bea's time is spent outside, doing things such as picking fruit, riding horses, practising with weapons, buying things in markets, trying to gain loyal followers, ect. At times she goes out pretending to be a 'commoner', because she finds it much easier. Sometimes she sneaks out at night, liking the view of the moon.

In short, she's a good person. Polite, friendly, (mostly) kind, but gets blinded by power, and wants to make the land stronger- any way she can.

The dark ball- who will be successor?

Interesting! I'll probably join this one, as it sounds fun and I love royal/medieval inspired Roleplays.

Probably get a char up tomorrow!

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

I'll get my char sheet up tomorrow! Sorry I haven't kept track of it-

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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Lyren spared a glance. A single glance, and the wraith was gone, having been seemingly turned into a chair. They then returned to their game as though nothing had even happened.

@Zyx

Anya blinked, and the creature disappeared.
"How did.."
She whipped her head around the tavern, trying to work out what it was
"It just.. went poof?"

The shock was taken over by curiosity, but she knew it wasn't the time for questions.

"Whoever got rid of the wraith, thank you!"

She decided that she would go searching for them later, after all, only an enormously powerful being would be able to make a wraith vanish seemingly into thin air.

The girl continued along in the air, trying to help people where she could.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Anya stared at the chaos, trying to register what was happening.
She was about to do something when she noticed a wraith grabbing, or perhaps clawing at her bare foot.

Anya shrieked, attempting to fly off, but being held in place. She was trying to rush in every direction, grasping around in the air for help. Without thinking, she tried to bite the wraith, the girl wasn't sure if it could actually be bitten, but she tried anyway.
During this, she was constantly shrieking "Help!!" in the Hope's someone would help her out with the terrifying creature.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light

"Alright, Alright relax!"

Anya almost dropped him when he squirmed around, and yelled, "Don't do that!"

"Do what you have to do, just don't get yourself hurt!"

And with that, the fae dropped him from the air.

Looking back around the Tavern, she noticed one of the wraiths very near her, and blasted some air in it's direction, hoping to have knocked it over at the very least.

"Where's that stupid fae magic when you need it?!"