Urgh, I dislike that the guild doesn't notify you about subs being updated. I just got back from a trip overseas so I'm a lil , not jet lagged, but tired. Alright, as long as you're still up for it :)
Let's refresh a little bit, what do we have planned out and so on.
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Cain Northe
Age
21
Species
Human
Occupation
Personal Royal Servant to the youngest prince
Appearance
Standing at a good 6ft, Cain is considered tall amongst most and due to the whims of royalty and the pride of the eldest prince, he often stoops a little in their presence to avoid offending them with his height. He is relatively relaxed with Lucas, however, and adopts a more formal straightened stance in the prince' sown casual nature. He is of a lean build, although he retains some evidence of the physical hard labor that even royal servants must endure. His finger are quick.His hair is raven black and slightly wavy though he keeps it cropped close to his head for the sake of efficiency. He is considered a 'gypsy' boy due to his dark tanned skin and mismatched blue and green eyes, right and left respectively. Still, he done the formal servants uniform of black and white.
Personality
Gifted or perhaps trained to possess an enduring patience, Cain is one of the few who can put up with the young prince's own playfulness and extreme childish demeanor, and one of the even fewer who can persuade the boy to behave for a night. Though generally calm and collected, relying on his formal training as a servant to maintain his level headed nature, his patience does have a limit that leads him to take less than traditional methods to either bribe, manhandle or appease the prince into a stuff suit for a special occasion. He keeps that informality hidden though, maintaining the stoic politeness of a servant. He could be considered Lucas' opposite.
Despite his own stiff formality and emotionless demeanor, Cain does have a heart and cares deeply for the prince, always looking out for him and jumping at matters concerning the young prince. As he is the only person able to handle the prince long term, often Lucas is one of the few that can rile him up to an extent.
Background
Born into a time when Romanians had only just started emigrating to Westerb and European kingdoms, Cain was born into a time of discrimination and prejudice towards the foreigners. Better known as 'gypsies', his parents were traveling merchant that kept to themselves and had planned to raise him on the road. Unfortunately, things began to go very wrong for Cain at a very early age.
His parents caravan crashed whilst on the road, catching fire when an oil lamp crashed down during the accident. Cain's father was thrown off the horses to safety, his mother, however, was inside the caravan at the time. She died protecting her infant son from the blaze, long enough for his father to rescue him. Livelihood destroyed and left with a young son in tow, Cain's father was forced to sell the horses and settle down in a nearby village. Dealing with the prejudice of the locals by begging for jobs or simply by begging for some pity for he and his infant son. Eventually, he turned to a life of crime in order to keep them fed a night.
Cain grew up learning to steal and pickpocket. And for that while, life was good as long as he could outrun the baker man. One day, a simple thieving expedition went horribly wrong when he ran into a patrol of guards seeking a lost prince that had no time for petty theft. He watched them cut off his father's head first. Something inside the boy snapped, and he attacked the guard foolishly. Nearly killing himself until a stranger boy declared him family and had the guard drag him way snarling and kicking from his father's corpse.
He was little more than an animal the next few days, refusing food, water and to speak until the queen came unto him with a request that would become his lifelong duty. Look after the prince. Years later, he's still by the prince's side watching over him and going beyond the requirements of a servant in order to keep him safe, no matter how humiliating of a task he is assigned to do by the elder prince. For the sake of the prince and his sole duty.
Ambitions
Look after the Prince. That is his sole duty.
Fears
Failing his duty and..blood. A few droplets and minor cuts he can handle, but not a lot of blood.
Others
Cain isn't his real name, but he can't remember his real name. He doesn't remember that he has any other name.Its been a while, do you wish to continue this or would you rather start anew? I still wanna rp with you.
Accepts hugs with a little protest but still some protest.
Sigh, work has gotten me down a lot. Sorry for the huge delay! I cannot promise you I will reply within this week, but I hope to before the end of January @@
Sorry for the wait, I will reply soon.
Has anyone been experiencing the crash as badly as I've been? Btw scientist briefing to be set up in two to three days.
Yeah, sorry for the weight, been a lil busy with personal and work stuff. I'll work on getting this up and running soon :3 promise.
It's oddly reassuring to count each and every slow beating heartbeat behind each door. Tonight, they're all calm and rhythmic and if he wanted to get all sentimental, he could compare it to a soothing sort of melody that told him tonight everyone was sound asleep without any nightmares. Well, almost everyone.
He paused, tilting his head and listening. Counting the ticks of the seconds that passed by. One, two, three ticks. He leaned over and knocked on Javier's door, calling out the boy's name and hoping to the lowest hell that for somehow age was catching up to him and his senses, that god was striking him down in his infringement upon his land because he absolutely did not need to see that empty bed; covers thrown to one side to reveal the cold imprint of it's owner. His heart nearly dropped until the faintest sound of irregular sobbing makes his ears prick and momentary relief flood through him.
To be honest, there was very little that could happen to the children, what with the tight security that they had on the older guests that came to stay. There had never been a case so far, but what with everything that concerned children, one could never be too careful nor too paranoid in letting outsiders stay in the premises. Who knows what intentions they could have? Well, he could force such intentions out of them, even incite it, but such an exertion would draw too much attention for sure. Keeping vigil substituted well enough, constant vigilance.
Turning, he semi-rushed towards the two figures coming down the corridor. Slowing down a short distance away when he as close enough to see that the boy was unharmed, at last physically. His heart rate was going a tad too fast as if he was having a nightmare and he might as well as been with how he was shaking and clinging to the angel.
Letting the gas lamp swing around his arm, he stopped and took the boy from the angel into his own arms. Gently rocking the sniffling sleepy boy, he cooed to him, not caring that the angel still stood there infront of him. The light throwing their shadows across their wall, "Hush, hush, little one, what's wrong? Why are you out of your room?" He asked, glancing up at the angelic, gaze more questioning than it should be.
The boy sniffled, turning around to press his face against Xeph's chest, the remainder of wet tears soaking his front. A little too sleep deprived and distraught to formulate a full answer. Caught halfway between sleep and awareness, but somehow still able to mumble sleepily, "Can you tell me a story please? A new one."
"I take it you won't go to sleep without one?" He chuckled softly, still rocking him gently, returning his gaze to the boy who just shakes his head and stares sleepily up at him before he shifted around and glanced up at the angel, yawning sleepily while he spoke, "Can Lai tell me one too?"
"Two stories?" He chuckled, gaze drawing back to the man in question, in a little more threatening of a light. He pulled in his demonic aura, but it was hard to make a secret of his disdain for the angel when they were in private or rather in presence of a sleepy child. "We don't have time for two stories.."
"Then just one?" Javier mumbled, struggling to keep his eyelids open.
He paused, tilting his head and listening. Counting the ticks of the seconds that passed by. One, two, three ticks. He leaned over and knocked on Javier's door, calling out the boy's name and hoping to the lowest hell that for somehow age was catching up to him and his senses, that god was striking him down in his infringement upon his land because he absolutely did not need to see that empty bed; covers thrown to one side to reveal the cold imprint of it's owner. His heart nearly dropped until the faintest sound of irregular sobbing makes his ears prick and momentary relief flood through him.
To be honest, there was very little that could happen to the children, what with the tight security that they had on the older guests that came to stay. There had never been a case so far, but what with everything that concerned children, one could never be too careful nor too paranoid in letting outsiders stay in the premises. Who knows what intentions they could have? Well, he could force such intentions out of them, even incite it, but such an exertion would draw too much attention for sure. Keeping vigil substituted well enough, constant vigilance.
Turning, he semi-rushed towards the two figures coming down the corridor. Slowing down a short distance away when he as close enough to see that the boy was unharmed, at last physically. His heart rate was going a tad too fast as if he was having a nightmare and he might as well as been with how he was shaking and clinging to the angel.
Letting the gas lamp swing around his arm, he stopped and took the boy from the angel into his own arms. Gently rocking the sniffling sleepy boy, he cooed to him, not caring that the angel still stood there infront of him. The light throwing their shadows across their wall, "Hush, hush, little one, what's wrong? Why are you out of your room?" He asked, glancing up at the angelic, gaze more questioning than it should be.
The boy sniffled, turning around to press his face against Xeph's chest, the remainder of wet tears soaking his front. A little too sleep deprived and distraught to formulate a full answer. Caught halfway between sleep and awareness, but somehow still able to mumble sleepily, "Can you tell me a story please? A new one."
"I take it you won't go to sleep without one?" He chuckled softly, still rocking him gently, returning his gaze to the boy who just shakes his head and stares sleepily up at him before he shifted around and glanced up at the angel, yawning sleepily while he spoke, "Can Lai tell me one too?"
"Two stories?" He chuckled, gaze drawing back to the man in question, in a little more threatening of a light. He pulled in his demonic aura, but it was hard to make a secret of his disdain for the angel when they were in private or rather in presence of a sleepy child. "We don't have time for two stories.."
"Then just one?" Javier mumbled, struggling to keep his eyelids open.
"There's no where left to hide. Once he finds us, there is no chance of Ambrosia ever coming back."
"Hush, by brothers, my sisters! Hush, there is one way!"
"Blasphemy! What way? What way?!"
"Hush, there is one, let us take our conflict straight to the source."
(Hope that doesnt mess up whatever you are planning)
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For that moment, there was sweetness in watching the little boy draw back from the mirror straight into his waking brother who just as wide eyed stared at his own unblinking reflection. Hiding behind his brother, he peeked over his shoulder at the strange mimicking creature then glanced up at his Father and reached up as if asking for him to come and protect them from the violet eyed creatures. As if complying, he sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding their view off of the mirror as he picked up Skylark and cradled the young dragon against his chest, "Sleep well, my little ones? Hush now, no need to be afraid anymore. No need.."
He gathered up Sleipnir as well and hugged the both of them against his chest, staring at the wall behind them. For the briefest moment, he was sure he saw a flash of gold in his reflection's eyes and maybe there was, maybe that was another hallucination because he didn't know that dragon anymore. He only saw a king there, someone that deserved to be happy, someone with all the power, all that he needed to...with one condition. Yes, he remembered.
"Are you hungry?" He asked softly, lifting them off the bed, "I'm sure you are, have you even eaten a proper meal before? No, of course not...you wouldn't know. They wouldn't know how to treat young ones like you both correctly. Come now, there's a real bath prepared for the both of you and a proper meal." He murmured as the door slid open at his approach, revealing the long tube like hallway. The walls seemed smooth and transparent, but blocked by segmented sections of pipe outside the wall. He led them down the short corridor, then another until they came across a much larger silver door tightly sealed and once again, he thought he saw the flicker of something golden in the blurred reflection of the door, but that was just another disillusion, like this one exception. Just one made of the king.
The doors slid open, revealing a grassy field and an endlessly blue sky with fluffy white clouds drifting across the it. A lake reflecting the sky shaded by tall lush trees, leaves green as...well, as green as it could be. In the middle of the field lay a small picnic blanket, white with a wicker basket sat atop, just waiting for them. He set down the two upon the soft grass and urged them on as he took a step back and reached out his hand. The warmth of the artificial light almost felt real, but briefly, the reality flickered into cold metal plates and he caught his reflection again as he made his way across the field: the soft grass tickling underfoot. The breeze making the leaves whisper and fall gently riding the breeze.
"The one exception." He murmured softly to himself as he glanced back at the cool metal of the hallway behind them. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that below this deck his army was training and even further down, they were experimenting and the faintest screams could be heard up the air vent and he he plans; jumbled thoughts fighting to pierce themselves together, half made intentions and goals that were leading...somewhere and then there was this room...
He'd wanted nothing more than this before. And now...
"Father!" Sleipnir called as he gripped his brother's hand and gazed out in wonder at the field. The door closed behind them, the one exception.
"Hush, by brothers, my sisters! Hush, there is one way!"
"Blasphemy! What way? What way?!"
"Hush, there is one, let us take our conflict straight to the source."
(Hope that doesnt mess up whatever you are planning)
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For that moment, there was sweetness in watching the little boy draw back from the mirror straight into his waking brother who just as wide eyed stared at his own unblinking reflection. Hiding behind his brother, he peeked over his shoulder at the strange mimicking creature then glanced up at his Father and reached up as if asking for him to come and protect them from the violet eyed creatures. As if complying, he sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding their view off of the mirror as he picked up Skylark and cradled the young dragon against his chest, "Sleep well, my little ones? Hush now, no need to be afraid anymore. No need.."
He gathered up Sleipnir as well and hugged the both of them against his chest, staring at the wall behind them. For the briefest moment, he was sure he saw a flash of gold in his reflection's eyes and maybe there was, maybe that was another hallucination because he didn't know that dragon anymore. He only saw a king there, someone that deserved to be happy, someone with all the power, all that he needed to...with one condition. Yes, he remembered.
"Are you hungry?" He asked softly, lifting them off the bed, "I'm sure you are, have you even eaten a proper meal before? No, of course not...you wouldn't know. They wouldn't know how to treat young ones like you both correctly. Come now, there's a real bath prepared for the both of you and a proper meal." He murmured as the door slid open at his approach, revealing the long tube like hallway. The walls seemed smooth and transparent, but blocked by segmented sections of pipe outside the wall. He led them down the short corridor, then another until they came across a much larger silver door tightly sealed and once again, he thought he saw the flicker of something golden in the blurred reflection of the door, but that was just another disillusion, like this one exception. Just one made of the king.
The doors slid open, revealing a grassy field and an endlessly blue sky with fluffy white clouds drifting across the it. A lake reflecting the sky shaded by tall lush trees, leaves green as...well, as green as it could be. In the middle of the field lay a small picnic blanket, white with a wicker basket sat atop, just waiting for them. He set down the two upon the soft grass and urged them on as he took a step back and reached out his hand. The warmth of the artificial light almost felt real, but briefly, the reality flickered into cold metal plates and he caught his reflection again as he made his way across the field: the soft grass tickling underfoot. The breeze making the leaves whisper and fall gently riding the breeze.
"The one exception." He murmured softly to himself as he glanced back at the cool metal of the hallway behind them. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that below this deck his army was training and even further down, they were experimenting and the faintest screams could be heard up the air vent and he he plans; jumbled thoughts fighting to pierce themselves together, half made intentions and goals that were leading...somewhere and then there was this room...
He'd wanted nothing more than this before. And now...
"Father!" Sleipnir called as he gripped his brother's hand and gazed out in wonder at the field. The door closed behind them, the one exception.
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