Hey, sorry I've been kind of delayed. Work's been kicking my butt lol. I'll try to get a post up by Sunday, if not today or tomorrow.
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Hey, I'm Spoon. I'm 23 and have been into writing for a long time, but am just recently getting back in to the swing of things. :)
I love fantasy and sci-fi roleplays, and I'm a giant sucker for romance, drama, and hurt/comfort situations. I generally write about 2-3 paragraphs per reply, sometimes less, sometimes WAY more. It all depends on what's going on.
And overall, I'm just a huge nerd. Don't ever feel nervous about nerding out with me. I love video games above all else, and you'll win my heart if you get me talking about Dragon Age or Mass Effect.
I never bite, always feel free to come say hi. :)
I love fantasy and sci-fi roleplays, and I'm a giant sucker for romance, drama, and hurt/comfort situations. I generally write about 2-3 paragraphs per reply, sometimes less, sometimes WAY more. It all depends on what's going on.
And overall, I'm just a huge nerd. Don't ever feel nervous about nerding out with me. I love video games above all else, and you'll win my heart if you get me talking about Dragon Age or Mass Effect.
I never bite, always feel free to come say hi. :)
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LOL that's fine. I figured as the attacker, your character gets first dibs on...well, attacking. My characters will just react to whatever yours decides to, and you can try to take an educated guess to their counters, if you need to.
No worries at all, honestly. :)
No worries at all, honestly. :)
Sorry my reply is both late and short. Like I said, don't want to step on any toes, especially in "combat". :)
Namyna had to think fast. She had gotten Brelan into this horrific mess, and she would be damned if she didn't get him out too. She mentally cursed her brother's innate need to protect her, instead of acting logically for the kingdom. Granted, she wasn't particularly different in that aspect, but damnit, he was supposed to be the future king! She sighed, frustrated, and stood slowly and unsteadily to her feet. Her hands gripped her gown as she glared at the assailant.
"You're not taking her," the prince snarled, and before Namyna could stop him, he lunged toward the armed man.
"You're not taking her," the prince snarled, and before Namyna could stop him, he lunged toward the armed man.
LOL. Damn you...
And no worries. I wasn't entirely sure how to post without doing any GMing so I'm sorry if it's a little awkward. You're free to GM here within reason. :)
And no worries. I wasn't entirely sure how to post without doing any GMing so I'm sorry if it's a little awkward. You're free to GM here within reason. :)
"And if I refuse your offer?" Brelan snarled. His fists clenched, clearly torn. He wasn't about to let this man just waltz out with his sister, no matter the threats he managed to give. Part of him hoped that the longer they kept him occupied, the better their chances of being found by any of the guards. "Who sent you for her?"
Namyna on the other hand, felt her worry and impatience growing in equal amounts. Did it matter who sent him? Fear settled in her gut, but it did little help to think of the intentions of who had sent for her if it meant sending someone heavily armed to the castle. They were without help, and running out of options. If nothing else, getting the man alone would give her additional chances for escape without fear of her brother being harmed.
"I'll go with you," Namyna suddenly blurted out, making her brother go wide-eyed.
"No, you aren't," Brelan growled, taking a sudden step forward, prepared to attack.
Namyna on the other hand, felt her worry and impatience growing in equal amounts. Did it matter who sent him? Fear settled in her gut, but it did little help to think of the intentions of who had sent for her if it meant sending someone heavily armed to the castle. They were without help, and running out of options. If nothing else, getting the man alone would give her additional chances for escape without fear of her brother being harmed.
"I'll go with you," Namyna suddenly blurted out, making her brother go wide-eyed.
"No, you aren't," Brelan growled, taking a sudden step forward, prepared to attack.
Brelan looked like he had been punched in the stomach when he rounded the corner, faced with the large stone-faced man looming over his sister, the man's large sword pointed in his direction. A scowl just as deadly as his sister's darkened his eyes. Glancing at Namyna to check for signs of blood, he was relieved to find none, before turning his attention back to the man. The prince inwardly cursed at himself for not finding help first, or for having his sword on hand. Stupid, stupid move.
Putting his hands outward in a disarmed stance, Brelan spoke evenly. "If you're here for us, I'll go with you," he offered. "Just leave her be."
Namyna's eyes widened with shock. Was he that dumb? He was the future king, for the Gods' sakes! She moved to stand. "Brelan--"
"Don't," her brother's voice came out icily, eyes staying locked on their assailant. "Stay. Put."
Namyna stilled, her jaw clenching. She had yet to see Brelan this way, had yet to see him face dangers as strongly as the king he was meant to be. Even so, surrender should not have been an option. She mentally noted to punch him in the jaw when given the opportunity. Still, she had little power in their current situation - if she attacked the man above her, there was a decent chance that Brelan would be placed in harm's reach. Her jaw worked again, waiting for the man's response. If he so much as touched Brelan...
Putting his hands outward in a disarmed stance, Brelan spoke evenly. "If you're here for us, I'll go with you," he offered. "Just leave her be."
Namyna's eyes widened with shock. Was he that dumb? He was the future king, for the Gods' sakes! She moved to stand. "Brelan--"
"Don't," her brother's voice came out icily, eyes staying locked on their assailant. "Stay. Put."
Namyna stilled, her jaw clenching. She had yet to see Brelan this way, had yet to see him face dangers as strongly as the king he was meant to be. Even so, surrender should not have been an option. She mentally noted to punch him in the jaw when given the opportunity. Still, she had little power in their current situation - if she attacked the man above her, there was a decent chance that Brelan would be placed in harm's reach. Her jaw worked again, waiting for the man's response. If he so much as touched Brelan...
She wasn't sure she had seen the first blade correctly until the second embedded itself mere inches from her, into one of the stone pillars. Whether he was missing on purpose or just an incredibly horrible shot, he was throwing his weapons with purpose. She flinched instinctively as she ran, hoping he wouldn't have many of the blades left. He didn't seem to want her dead, or she would have been long before she would have had the chance to fight back. No, he was here for something else. She pushed the thought away as she ran.
Suddenly the dress she loathed so deeply caught behind her. Though the light fabric tore with the weight of her forward movement, the hiccup in her momentum still left her stumbling to the ground. She gasped painfully as her side hit the smooth stone with a resounding thud, pain spreading through her side. Giving herself the smallest moment of hesitation, she rolled onto her back, heart dropping with how close her pursuer still was. Scrambling forward, she made to grab for the blade he'd thrown, before a familiar voice rang through the hall.
"Myna!" Brelan's voice called out, still dishearteningly far from her. She could hear the panic in his voice.
Namyna opened her mouth to call out to him before the sudden flash of steel entered her vision. Her assailant was even more armed than she had realized, the large blade held threateningly in his grip. The princess faltered. Not for the threat of her own safety, for she would have gladly continued to struggle with a blade now within reach. But she had made a terrible mistake. Brelan would be upon them in a matter of minutes even if she remained silent, and she would bet more than her fair share of her father's wealth that he had not grabbed his own weapons in the short time he'd been gone. Her attacker didn't seem to want her dead just yet, but how concerned would he be with others?
Brelan's voice seemed to get closer, a fact that would not have escaped the man standing above her. Acting quickly, Namyna pushed herself away from her attacker's blade, her eyes piercing into him with as much deadly hate as she could muster. "Leave him be," she snarled beneath her breath.
Suddenly the dress she loathed so deeply caught behind her. Though the light fabric tore with the weight of her forward movement, the hiccup in her momentum still left her stumbling to the ground. She gasped painfully as her side hit the smooth stone with a resounding thud, pain spreading through her side. Giving herself the smallest moment of hesitation, she rolled onto her back, heart dropping with how close her pursuer still was. Scrambling forward, she made to grab for the blade he'd thrown, before a familiar voice rang through the hall.
"Myna!" Brelan's voice called out, still dishearteningly far from her. She could hear the panic in his voice.
Namyna opened her mouth to call out to him before the sudden flash of steel entered her vision. Her assailant was even more armed than she had realized, the large blade held threateningly in his grip. The princess faltered. Not for the threat of her own safety, for she would have gladly continued to struggle with a blade now within reach. But she had made a terrible mistake. Brelan would be upon them in a matter of minutes even if she remained silent, and she would bet more than her fair share of her father's wealth that he had not grabbed his own weapons in the short time he'd been gone. Her attacker didn't seem to want her dead just yet, but how concerned would he be with others?
Brelan's voice seemed to get closer, a fact that would not have escaped the man standing above her. Acting quickly, Namyna pushed herself away from her attacker's blade, her eyes piercing into him with as much deadly hate as she could muster. "Leave him be," she snarled beneath her breath.
The hand that pressed against her face was unfamiliar, rough skin pressing her lips shut. She smelled the thick scent of leather and metal - he was armed. Panic gripped her, her breath catching in her throat. Even still, she managed to keep herself from lashing out. His gruff voice was in her ear, and she cringed away slightly. Son of a bitch. Her arms shook, her mind raced. Brelan was likely too far off to hear her, even if she did scream out. She would be surprised if there were guards left in the vicinity to help. She didn't even have her own knives on her, the items left stashed in the drawer of her dresser. Her stomach dropped as she suddenly felt terrifyingly alone. But now was not the time to freeze and cry. She had to act.
What felt like minutes must have been seconds before she reacted. Acting on instinct, one arm struck out behind her with her elbow, using her full force to jab towards his rib cage. In the same motion her opposite hand reached for the hand that held her, grabbing the wrist and twisting at the same moment her elbow made contact. Both actions did little harm past the gear he'd adorned, but it still gave her the distraction she needed for just the smallest amount of room to slip from his hand. Without hesitation, or even the curiosity to look back at her attacker, she began to sprint down the hallway.
"Brelan!" she shrieked as she ran, regardless of its usefulness, hoping for anyone to even know her whereabouts. It didn't help that she'd been wearing the Gods-forsaken dress her father had insisted upon. She had few precious seconds to think. Her eyes searched wildly for anything of use. If she could just get a weapon in her hand...
What felt like minutes must have been seconds before she reacted. Acting on instinct, one arm struck out behind her with her elbow, using her full force to jab towards his rib cage. In the same motion her opposite hand reached for the hand that held her, grabbing the wrist and twisting at the same moment her elbow made contact. Both actions did little harm past the gear he'd adorned, but it still gave her the distraction she needed for just the smallest amount of room to slip from his hand. Without hesitation, or even the curiosity to look back at her attacker, she began to sprint down the hallway.
"Brelan!" she shrieked as she ran, regardless of its usefulness, hoping for anyone to even know her whereabouts. It didn't help that she'd been wearing the Gods-forsaken dress her father had insisted upon. She had few precious seconds to think. Her eyes searched wildly for anything of use. If she could just get a weapon in her hand...
Princess Namyna Terralence
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs
Scars: Linear scar from right shoulder to upper-mid back; small line on left side of chin
Brief overview of....
Personality: Restless, excitable, reckless, stubborn, motherly, spoiled, naive, impatient
Skills: Horse riding, hand-to-hand combat, small knives combat, minor healing, lying, harp playing (has a horrific dislike of it)
Miscellaneous: Mother was killed when her ship was overtaken in an ocean storm; Namyna herself can't swim; Namyna is the "younger" twin by 21 minutes
Reputation: Namyna is relatively sheltered, giving the false reputation that she is the King's delicate Afaedian flower. The only reputation that has been widely known is her temper and her stubborn nature. She has little interaction with her people, and is regarded as little more than the jewel that adorn's her brother's future throne until he is wed to a wife.
Prince Brelan Terralence
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 210 lbs
Scars: Large scar from left wrist to elbow
Brief overview of....
Personality: Diplomatic, patient, protective, quiet, decisive, steely
Skills: Sword fighting, leadership, war planning, diplomacy, persuasion
Miscellaneous: Brelan and Namyna have always been very close, especially after the death of their mother when they were 10. He takes it upon himself to become the leader his people and his sister needs.
King Sevaun Terralence
Reputation: Brelan is a fair prince, and many look forward to the day of his rule. He has a silver tongue and a steady hand when in battle, but lacks the strong will of his father. Some fear that his rule will lead to a fall in the kingdom's strength.
Age: 52
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Scars: Various - too many to count
Reputation: The King in recent years has progressively earned the fear and loathing of many of his citizens. While he leads with a strong hand, his methods have become increasingly harsh, especially on his lower class citizens. Some speculate that he may be turning mad, especially as he continues to relinquish his throne despite the fact that Brelan should have inherited the throne at 19.
(Note: Facial paint is customary for the royal family in tribute to their Gods. It's akin to wearing a crown.)
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs
Scars: Linear scar from right shoulder to upper-mid back; small line on left side of chin
Brief overview of....
Personality: Restless, excitable, reckless, stubborn, motherly, spoiled, naive, impatient
Skills: Horse riding, hand-to-hand combat, small knives combat, minor healing, lying, harp playing (has a horrific dislike of it)
Miscellaneous: Mother was killed when her ship was overtaken in an ocean storm; Namyna herself can't swim; Namyna is the "younger" twin by 21 minutes
Reputation: Namyna is relatively sheltered, giving the false reputation that she is the King's delicate Afaedian flower. The only reputation that has been widely known is her temper and her stubborn nature. She has little interaction with her people, and is regarded as little more than the jewel that adorn's her brother's future throne until he is wed to a wife.
Prince Brelan Terralence
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 210 lbs
Scars: Large scar from left wrist to elbow
Brief overview of....
Personality: Diplomatic, patient, protective, quiet, decisive, steely
Skills: Sword fighting, leadership, war planning, diplomacy, persuasion
Miscellaneous: Brelan and Namyna have always been very close, especially after the death of their mother when they were 10. He takes it upon himself to become the leader his people and his sister needs.
King Sevaun Terralence
Reputation: Brelan is a fair prince, and many look forward to the day of his rule. He has a silver tongue and a steady hand when in battle, but lacks the strong will of his father. Some fear that his rule will lead to a fall in the kingdom's strength.
Age: 52
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Scars: Various - too many to count
Reputation: The King in recent years has progressively earned the fear and loathing of many of his citizens. While he leads with a strong hand, his methods have become increasingly harsh, especially on his lower class citizens. Some speculate that he may be turning mad, especially as he continues to relinquish his throne despite the fact that Brelan should have inherited the throne at 19.
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