Tpartywithzombi

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman Ravenwood


She offered him a polite nod with her head as she returned his smile. " It's a pleasure, Roman Ravenwood of Emberrock. " She gestured to herself " I am Lady Violet Damien of Caesonia " she relaxed her hands in front of her gown as the evening air blew past them, sending a slight but enjoyable shiver over her. " So I guess the night air has no effect on you then sir," she said continuing to smile. " Something about the smell of cold brisk air is quite refreshing, I'll be sure to add this Emberrock city to my list of places to travel to."

She turned to face the balcony again, her arms perching her against the railing as the gentle breeze tossed her hair around ever so slightly.

" Quite the coincidence then, that we should meet here. Suppose it's fate. if you believe in such things" she added. Violet did believe in such things, the fact that the man noticed her in the dark corner she resided in and the emblem on her dress was quite the coincidence for it to go unnoticed. " I can't say I have seen anything past what my parents approve of, so I've mainly been in Caesonia. " she took a deep breath, her face keeping the reflection of happy and doting as her mother taught her but her eyes clearly told another story.

" So.. no lord, prince or your majesty in front of your name. Might I be so bold as to ask why you were dragged to such an event...or was it by choice." she paused " which I am not entirely sure why anyone would be here by choice, It feels like livestock fair, and we are the pigs. " she sighed resting her hand under her jaw as the veil her mother groomed into her disappeared and Violet made her appearance. Her words continuing to slip out unflitered " I suppose we will find out who the prize pig will be soon enough"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman Ravenwood


Violet flipped the page in her book as she continued to ignore the antics around her. Her book pulled her in, telling the tale of a knight and his conquering of kingdoms and the heart of his love. She always found these sorts of stories very unrealistic, love was always portrayed as blissful, easy, and sweet. In reality, she knew it was messy, unpredictable, and raw. She preferred it that way, life was messy and so was love. If anything could attest to that it would be her parent's relationship.

Flipping another page she noticed someone approaching her. The large footsteps, which sounded a bit apprehensive, strode over to her. A deep voice spoke, and it took her a moment to realize that he was speaking to her.

Looking around for another person who may have snuck their way in her small little corner she looked up at the man from her book with her silver eyes scanning him. She offered him a friendly smile " I am sorry, I wasn't sure if you were speaking to me " she closed her book, keeping it tucked into her lap. She watched as he scanned her appearance, his natural curiosity looking at her scars as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

She was about to reply to the man when the hall irrupted into chaos. She watched the chaos with confusion as it pulled her attention from the man for the moment, making her uncomfortable as voices began to rise. She watched as people began to fall, tripping over each other followed by the Sultan and his companion. Shocked, Violet stood up on her feet as she looked over at the man. Taking her shot as an excuse to leave the chaos, she leaned into him " How about we continue this conversation on the balcony " she said gesturing to the two large double doors, that lead out to the balcony.

Assuming he follows, she heads towards the door slipping out onto the balcony. Holding the door for the man she took a step towards the railing as the commotion and sounds of loud voices began to settle. Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air she looked over at him.
" You must have been staring at my bodice for a while to notice them," she said offering a playful tease to lighten the mood between the awkward conversation. "They're my favorite bird, not sure why but I've always been so drawn to them. They're regal and beautiful. So many different cultures and beliefs have the raven baked into their symbolism and culture. They can signify both Death and Birth, but can also mean transformation and senses of wisdom. Their just ..amazing. " she paused as she looked over at the man " I am sorry I am rambling about a bird. "she let out a soft laugh " why do you ask though, seems like a rather strange observation considering the giant parade of exotic animals, all the beautiful women, and the food but yet you ask me about the design of my dress. " she smiled curiously, it was a rather strange question, but it amused her.

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The sounds of softly played music flooded from behind the grand doors as Violet followed behind her doting parents. They opened to a grand room, that had no expenses spared for their arrival.

Violet gripped onto a small book that she held in her gloved hand. The nerves of the entire evening began to brew in the pit of her belly as they lined for the greeting into the event.

Adjusting her black collar so it was sure to cover much of her scars she adjusted her simple silver neckless. Her top was quite loose fitted around the arms, buckling towards her wrists as the semi-sheer fabric was almost invisible in the right light. Her corset was black aswell, tightly secured with her waist being sucked in by her mothers request. There was detailing of ravens embored on her corset mixed with other fliagreed designs. Her skirt was large and full, one of her best gowns as her mother insisted.

She followed behind, not paying much attention untill she was greeted by a voice.

She offered him a poliet smile and a bashful nod of her head. Wolfric was a handsom man, unsurprsing due to the appears of his parents. However there was a sense of manufactured charm pooling off of him. She had heard so many men claim her beauty and say they enjoy her company but are quick to venture off to the next best thing.

She became jaded over the years, men just not holding the same interest as they once did. Instead she kept hersel company with her books , generally finding the quietest corner of the room to read untill the evening ended.

However, at the request of her mother and father she would oblige and be the doting lady they raised her to be.

"You are too kind Prince Wulfric " she smiled and cursied as he bowed into his leave. Unsurprised as this was how all of the events tended to be she allowed a few moments before she broke away from her parents.

She did a scan of the room, noticing all of the tables full of food and various delicacies from the other lands. The various smells and scents filling her nose, one couldn't help but be distracted by everything avaliable on the table.

Taking her time she scanned the room trying to find the perfect spot to settle down with her book, but her attention was pulled when a large herd of animals broke through the door. Pulling her attention to the large gathering and the grand enterance she smirked softly wondering how her mother would react. She was never one for large gestures.

Taking this as her chance, while most were distracted, she moved behind the food tables and found a small seating area with an ornate bench. Fluffing out her skirt she sat down, cracking open the small book as he submerged herself away from all the noise.

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Lady Violet Damien

Violet stands at a measly 5'3, but don't allow her small stature fool you. She had pale skin and deep black hair like the night sky. In the right reflection, you could even see shimmers of blue peeking through. Her hair was all thanks to her father, but her looks, she really took after her mother. Her strong and sensual eyes are always the first to be noticed, hiding secrets behind them, they always are a topic of conversation.

Her dad constantly reminds her how happy he was that she inherited her mother's beauty. Her bright eyes were silver with flecks of white throughout the pupil. Both her parents had blue eyes, it came as a shock when her eyes greyed as she grew older. Her lips are large and lush, complimented by her thin pointed jaw. Overall, Violet was picturesque.

However, even with all of her parent's musings over her looks, Violet holds a rather dark secret. A large scar in the shape of claw markings starts just under her chin, traveling down her chest between her breasts. The deep wounds had healed with minor treatment, leaving large and ridged gashes that she hated. Only knowing that she was attacked when she was a babe, the scars were huge issues for Violet. With all the love and admiration she received from her parents, the world gave her a different view. The whispers and conversations as she would walk the halls of her home, she decided she would keep herself covered and hide her scars in shame.

Violet wears tight strung corsets, giving her waist its curved effect. Her blouses reached as high as the fashion of the time would allow, with the small suggestions of her scars peeking out the top. Her colors tended to be black, lace, and hints of color when she felt adventurous. She never felt comfortable being seen, so she chooses to stay hidden in the shadow.




Likes:
- Visiting the gardens
- Books
- Bathing
- Moon/star watching
- Dominant Men

Dislikes:
- Parties/ Large crowds
- Liars
- Submissive Men

Sexuality:
- Straight

Hobbies:
- Drawing
- Eavesdropping
- Reading
- Gardening

Life Goals/Dreams:

Violet wants a family, her dreams are to find a strong man like the ones in her stories. Though her father wants her to dream bigger than being a simple mother, Violet longs for that perfect life.

She was never really allowed to dream, her parents were very caring and loving however they were protective, keeping her secluded and constantly in their sight. As she aged and gained some independence, she only now is starting to discover who she is, without the shadow of her parents.

She is ever-growing in her understanding of the world

Personality Summary:

Violet is used to seclusion, she finds comfort in being alone but has a longing deep in her belly for something more. Being overly protected has created unnatural anxiety towards crowds and large gatherings. She hides it well and can appear confident but she is rather shy. Or is she?




Current occupation:
- A lady

Any past occupations?:
- None

Relatives:
- Count Calbert (father)
- Countess Liliane (mother)

Skills:
- Her ability to hide and gather information
- Her ability to use her charm
- Her painting skills
- Her Green thumb

History Summary:

Violet grew up in an idyllic yet sheltered home, where love was abundant but often stifling. Her parents, Liliane and Calbert, embodied what seemed to be the perfect relationship. Her father was attentive, patient, and unwavering in his affection, while her mother’s beauty and grace made her appear almost ethereal—a shining example of what perfection could be. This romanticized view of love shaped Violet's understanding of relationships, leaving her with impossibly high standards. No man ever seemed to measure up, and none could hold her attention for long.

Despite the love that surrounded her, the atmosphere at home was far from carefree. Liliane, her mother, was constantly plagued by illness, and her health was a source of perpetual concern. The near-death experience during Violet’s birth had deeply scarred Liliane, instilling a paranoia that drove her to overprotectiveness. Violet was her miracle child, and from the moment she was born, Liliane guarded her fiercely. This meant Violet was often kept away from the world—limited in her social interactions and confined even during family outings.

A pivotal moment in Violet's childhood solidified her mother’s overbearing protectiveness. During a rare moment of independence, Violet wandered off into the woods and was viciously attacked, leaving her with a deep, disfiguring scar across her chest. The family told the story of an animal attack, and it served as an explanation for the trauma that left her bedridden for months. But the truth, hidden from Violet for years, was far darker. The assailant wasn’t an animal but a man seeking revenge against her father and Crystal was his intended target for a deal gone wrong. Violet had been a replacement for his intended target. The true fate of the man remains unknown, cloaked in the family's secrets.

As Violet grew older, she began to push back against the constraints of her parents’ overprotectiveness, yearning for freedom. Though she gained some semblance of independence, her sheltered upbringing left her naïve to the complexities of the world.

Now, as she steps into the broader world, Violet is eager to explore, to carve out her own path, and perhaps, finally, to find someone who meets her idealized vision of love.

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She’s beautiful!

@princess

Thank you! I got bored last night, if anyone wants a post header like that i'd be happy to make one for anyone

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They were created to be NPCs but we are open to people playing them as characters as well if they are interested.
The roleplay will hone in on the offspring of the presented characters as they are coming into adulthood.

@princess

Okay great, I think i'd love to RP as Countess Liliane's daughter. Perhaps she's more of the opposite of her mother... haha what a neat idea! I am excited for this.

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I have a question, the characters presented in the intro post are the ones we have to chose from as far as characters go, or will they be NPC's of sorts.

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interested!

Teas 1x1 Partner search (F seeking M 18+)

Necromancer x Cleric
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Fae (true blood inspired)
Beast x beauty (claimed)

Bold would be your role[/b]

Always open to more ideas will add to this more as time progresses.