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Twisted Desire
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Long ago, the first king found the kingdom of Sytri on the basis of equality and peace. Safety was granted to those in its borders, food for the famine, and land for everyone.
Funny how things change over time.
Centuries later, Sytri has become a powerhouse for gambling, robbery, and poverty. The Royal family lives in comfort, sleeping in golden silk sheets, the court in silver, while the peasants spend nights scraping together wood to keep a fire through the night to keep warm. With another famine under way, all that's left for the lower is a few potatoes and whatever they can find on their own. Nothing seems to be looking up.
That is, until, a bunch of children did.
It turns out, a deal with the devil can fight another. Meet the rebellion group, Blood Moon, headed by a small teens and 200 strong. Located in the cellar of an abandoned castle in the forest, this movement provides food, shelter, and comfort for those who swear their loyalty, for those who had none. However, the teens who lead are not normal teens. Each are in possession of a mask, of which was given by an animal spirit to bless them with certain abilities.
However, with this ragtag group, will they manage to overthrow the royal family? Is all of the Royal family really that bad? Will Blood Moon cave in on itself?
~*~
Name:Charlotte DeVauge
Age:17
Mask:Hummingbird
Weapon: Two elongated silver needles, poison
Position: Head Assassin
Appearance: Born of a foreigner and a former knight, Charlotte has skin the color of creamed coffee and long silky ink black hair. Her eyes would be odd eyed, but as that was seen as an abnormality, her eye was sliced through by a noble her mother worked for at a very young age. Her skin is littered with scars of her previous bouts, some with words carved into her skin. She has fine, smooth features, despite her ugly scars.
Personality: Charlotte is a very quiet and calculating girl with a hatred for nobility. After losing her parents long ago, she has since then joined a bunch of other kids who swore to get rid of the king. Since she has the most personal hatred to the kingdom, and has never been afraid of carnage, she was appointed head assassin. As HA, she carrys out assassin missions and collects what she can (gold, jewels, food, fabric) from the victims. Despite being one of the toughest girls in Blood Moon, she's painfully naive and oblivious on love. She sees kissing people on the cheek as casual, as well as holding hands. She's secretly skilled in cooking, but leaves it to the head of Rations
Spirit: As she made a deal with an animal spirit, a small pixie with Hummingbird wings named Nectar follows her. Nectar is a small female pixie with short teal blue hair and bright gold eyes. She tends to be a mischievous little creature that tries to have Charlotte cheer up. She cares a lot about Charlotte and her friends, and is very serious when they are brought up. She likes playing with the other spirits, and sweet foods. She takes form of a turquoise necklace when she's not wide out there.
~*~
"Yo-Uuugh-!"
Charlotte's face was calm as she continued sipping her wine across the table, watching as the large man fell over his chair, clawing at his expensive clothing. Raising the brow of her scarred shut eye, Charlotte had looked down at her own clothing. The Master had the seamstresses sew her an expensive-looking gown that seemed rather impractical. The blue-green corset dress had put her figure wide out there, and had pushed her chest together rather immodestly.
'Then again, I guess that's kind of the point of this,'Charlotte thought blandly as she swirled the liquid in her goblet, frowning at the jewels that dug into her hand as the noble choked on his final breaths. She sighed as she gently touched her necklace, 'Nectar, go stake out the door.'
'Wow! A new record! Right away, Lottsa!,' came the bright, cheerful reply as the necklace transformed into a small angelesque figure with hummingbird wings, teal blurring as she flew past the door. Setting down her cup, Charlotte stood and strode over to the corpse, nudging it with her foot. She pushed her hair back, pulling a canvas bag from her bell sleeves.
"I just cleaned my needles. I can't waste them on your pig blood, because I'd get no roast later," She said bitterly as she began searching him and around the room for stuff she could bring back to the Master, her Best friend...
Or so she thought. Lately he had been distant, favoring taking to his room rather than talking to their group. It had personally hurt Charlotte to see her friend distant, to the point where she was uncomfortable around him to a point.
'Lottsa! The prince is coming! We've gotta fly!,' said a panicked Nectar as she flew back in. Charlotte felt the familiar warm burn of the tattoo slowly etching onto her face, and grabbed her wine, downing it in one go before throwing the goblet in the bag. Just as the door flung open, Charlotte locked her eye on the prince as she practically flew from the window.
As she got into the forest, she hummed to herself as she undid the bottom ties to her corset, gasping for breath. Nectar flew leisurely beside her, guiding her home, 'Talk about a close one. But, the prince is really handsome, you should have played your cute crying girl card. It got you that one merchant's son.'
Charlotte said nothing, making Nectar sigh as they arrived at the abandoned castle,'You take your job too seriously, Lottsa.' Charlotte looked over to Nectar, before shrugging as she opened the cellar door with her key, and slipped inside. She went down the stairs, met by a few more of the assassin branch. With a smile and a nod, she passed by and went straight to the tower where the Master's bedroom was, still holding the loot.
She dodged groups of kids running by, women doing chores, and men helping their respective wives, smiling and waving to the ones who cheerfully greeted her. When she arrived to the large wooden door, she knocked on the door, not bothering to change her dress.
(okay so I want at least 3 more leaders, maybe a royal family member or so... Just jump in!)
Funny how things change over time.
Centuries later, Sytri has become a powerhouse for gambling, robbery, and poverty. The Royal family lives in comfort, sleeping in golden silk sheets, the court in silver, while the peasants spend nights scraping together wood to keep a fire through the night to keep warm. With another famine under way, all that's left for the lower is a few potatoes and whatever they can find on their own. Nothing seems to be looking up.
That is, until, a bunch of children did.
It turns out, a deal with the devil can fight another. Meet the rebellion group, Blood Moon, headed by a small teens and 200 strong. Located in the cellar of an abandoned castle in the forest, this movement provides food, shelter, and comfort for those who swear their loyalty, for those who had none. However, the teens who lead are not normal teens. Each are in possession of a mask, of which was given by an animal spirit to bless them with certain abilities.
However, with this ragtag group, will they manage to overthrow the royal family? Is all of the Royal family really that bad? Will Blood Moon cave in on itself?
~*~
Name:Charlotte DeVauge
Age:17
Mask:Hummingbird
Weapon: Two elongated silver needles, poison
Position: Head Assassin
Appearance: Born of a foreigner and a former knight, Charlotte has skin the color of creamed coffee and long silky ink black hair. Her eyes would be odd eyed, but as that was seen as an abnormality, her eye was sliced through by a noble her mother worked for at a very young age. Her skin is littered with scars of her previous bouts, some with words carved into her skin. She has fine, smooth features, despite her ugly scars.
Personality: Charlotte is a very quiet and calculating girl with a hatred for nobility. After losing her parents long ago, she has since then joined a bunch of other kids who swore to get rid of the king. Since she has the most personal hatred to the kingdom, and has never been afraid of carnage, she was appointed head assassin. As HA, she carrys out assassin missions and collects what she can (gold, jewels, food, fabric) from the victims. Despite being one of the toughest girls in Blood Moon, she's painfully naive and oblivious on love. She sees kissing people on the cheek as casual, as well as holding hands. She's secretly skilled in cooking, but leaves it to the head of Rations
Spirit: As she made a deal with an animal spirit, a small pixie with Hummingbird wings named Nectar follows her. Nectar is a small female pixie with short teal blue hair and bright gold eyes. She tends to be a mischievous little creature that tries to have Charlotte cheer up. She cares a lot about Charlotte and her friends, and is very serious when they are brought up. She likes playing with the other spirits, and sweet foods. She takes form of a turquoise necklace when she's not wide out there.
~*~
"Yo-Uuugh-!"
Charlotte's face was calm as she continued sipping her wine across the table, watching as the large man fell over his chair, clawing at his expensive clothing. Raising the brow of her scarred shut eye, Charlotte had looked down at her own clothing. The Master had the seamstresses sew her an expensive-looking gown that seemed rather impractical. The blue-green corset dress had put her figure wide out there, and had pushed her chest together rather immodestly.
'Then again, I guess that's kind of the point of this,'Charlotte thought blandly as she swirled the liquid in her goblet, frowning at the jewels that dug into her hand as the noble choked on his final breaths. She sighed as she gently touched her necklace, 'Nectar, go stake out the door.'
'Wow! A new record! Right away, Lottsa!,' came the bright, cheerful reply as the necklace transformed into a small angelesque figure with hummingbird wings, teal blurring as she flew past the door. Setting down her cup, Charlotte stood and strode over to the corpse, nudging it with her foot. She pushed her hair back, pulling a canvas bag from her bell sleeves.
"I just cleaned my needles. I can't waste them on your pig blood, because I'd get no roast later," She said bitterly as she began searching him and around the room for stuff she could bring back to the Master, her Best friend...
Or so she thought. Lately he had been distant, favoring taking to his room rather than talking to their group. It had personally hurt Charlotte to see her friend distant, to the point where she was uncomfortable around him to a point.
'Lottsa! The prince is coming! We've gotta fly!,' said a panicked Nectar as she flew back in. Charlotte felt the familiar warm burn of the tattoo slowly etching onto her face, and grabbed her wine, downing it in one go before throwing the goblet in the bag. Just as the door flung open, Charlotte locked her eye on the prince as she practically flew from the window.
As she got into the forest, she hummed to herself as she undid the bottom ties to her corset, gasping for breath. Nectar flew leisurely beside her, guiding her home, 'Talk about a close one. But, the prince is really handsome, you should have played your cute crying girl card. It got you that one merchant's son.'
Charlotte said nothing, making Nectar sigh as they arrived at the abandoned castle,'You take your job too seriously, Lottsa.' Charlotte looked over to Nectar, before shrugging as she opened the cellar door with her key, and slipped inside. She went down the stairs, met by a few more of the assassin branch. With a smile and a nod, she passed by and went straight to the tower where the Master's bedroom was, still holding the loot.
She dodged groups of kids running by, women doing chores, and men helping their respective wives, smiling and waving to the ones who cheerfully greeted her. When she arrived to the large wooden door, she knocked on the door, not bothering to change her dress.
(okay so I want at least 3 more leaders, maybe a royal family member or so... Just jump in!)