- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Online Availability
- Week days I work from 6pm - 11pm and weekends are unpredictable.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- I'll play them all if I like the plot but I go for mainly fantasy and magical. I like anything that wouldn't happen to you in everyday life. I mean if you can live it why role play it.
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France Prince: Aleksandr Bren Valois
King's Mistress: Adelais "Del" Durand
@Iceydaze
Knight: Andreu Howl
Lady: Dahlia Harlow
@Denali
King's Bastered Son: Damien Lee Durand
Lady: Aralia Thorn Tudor
Knight: Oliver Lee Howl
Queen: Distemper Luna Valois
@~Dark Disney~
Ladies: Viola Aldobrandini
@DANAsaur
France King: Charlemagne Amadeus Valois
NPC
Queen: Alessandra Marquises de Salvoy
Designer: Jean Pierre
French Queen Brother: Ruslan Vharis
Seer: Enzo lamar
@PhantomThief715
- N/A ATM
War. War is never a pretty thing, if anything is a hideous darkness that over takes the heart and steal many lives. It's far worst when your a royal. Royals rule countries and most royals wish to over throw other royals to gain their country. It seems to be a never ending cycle of greed for power and fortune. Why did thing always end up in such ways? Oddly enough that wasn't easily answered and might never be. However Greed and wrath would seem to always take a hold of the weak and the strongest would fall. Though as a King himself such thoughts never crossed his mind, well the part of over throwing another king. Although it seems not every King had his mind set of peace, for his life would soon be claimed and his new born babe crowned Queen of Italy.
That night was a night any who lived would not forget. England, as well as the Vatican, did not like his ideas of peace and freedom of religion. That night was mass blood shed, many lost their lives that night and nothing would ever be the same. The echo of blades clashing and the roar of war found it's way though the castle cordors. Queen Catrina of Italy races though the halls cradling her new born baby within her arms. The darling thing wasn't but a few days old and a rather quite baby. Catrina holds the child close to her chest as she franticly looks around in hope that no one followed her. A fellow spotted her and had made attempt on her life though it didn't work as planned for a knight came to her rescue. Two blades collided and the sound startled the Queen but not the babe in her arms. "Run! Escape my Queen!" Yells the Knight fending off the one who threatened her. She nods before escaping down a hall.
"The Itailan King has fallen!" Cried a man from the front gates of the castle cheers were herd and tears slid down Catrina's cheeks as she ducked into a secret passage. The clicking of her heels echoed on the stone as she ran. Soon enough she finds the room to meet with a bishop and her knight. "Never would I have thought to be crowning a Princess Queen before she was baptized." The male says with a soft sigh. The bishop looks up at the Queen. "What is her name?" He asks. Catrina looks down at the baby girl looking up at her. She had the most beautiful pair a azure blue eyes she'd ever seen and dark hair. The Princess smiled up at her and giggled. "Alessandra Marquises de Salvoy." The Queen says.
"Twenty years later Queen Alessandra Marquises de Salvoy would have grown into a beautiful young woman, brave and strong. A woman unlike anyone had ever seen before. This would be the start of her Reign."
The cool breeze blew though her raven waves and sways the fabric of her lilac dress. She closes her eyes and envisions the garden around her, the beautiful flowers that wouldn't bloom due to the fall. Her dress was light weight and flowing. Aless' slender, voluptuous figure was complemented nicely by a form fitting dress. At the waist the dress flow out and touched the ground. It was simple part from the jewels around the bust area and a long cape like fabric flowing behind her. She opens her eyes and smiles lightly, the thought of seeing her ladies in waiting once again after such a long time filled the young woman with joy. Soon enough she'd return to French Court, a place she had not been since she was a child.
"Your Majesty, the carriage is ready now." Spoke a servant. She gives him a nod as she begins to head out. The drive seemed not very long though it had been a good hours drive before arriving at the castle. She could see the carriage that had brought her ladies in waiting and them standing outside awaiting her. The carriage had come to its stop and the door was opened. Alessandra glances down at the tiara in her hands. Such a beautiful ornament and a sign of a true woman of royal blood coursing through her veins. With a delicate hand she places the tiara atop her head and gets out with the help of her driver. Now was the time, and now was when everything would begin.
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