A Kingdom Broken

White silk pooled around the queen's waist, glowing in the light of the full moon. The grass around the woman was flattened, bloodied. The stars glittered coldly in the sky overhead. And, resting on the cushion of the queen's shimmering dress, was a girl. Hardly five years old, with a sweet babyish face that warmed Queen Ambrosia's heart.

The woman closed one pale hand around the locket at her throat, closing her eyes. For a long moment, there was not a sound. It was as if the entire forest was holding its breath, waiting for what she would say. Then she took a shuddering breath, and placed her other hand on the child's forehead.

"I, Queen Ambrosia Dalea of Nievae, pronounce Crescent to be my successor and heir to the throne." Her daughter would be livid. But right now, she couldn't think about that. In her heart, she could feel that the best choice was Crescent, the little orphan girl she'd taken in as her own.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, the queen began to feel desperate. "M-may she be guided by the stars. May she be wise as an owl, and swift as a deer. I ask the wolves, defenders of this forest that I love so dearly, to protect her and guide her, as you have guided me. And I give her my..." She coughed once, before steeling herself and continuing. "My throne, when she comes of age..."

Her necklace glimmered, then became dull. A silvery white streak raced through the sleeping girl's hair, and she groggily blinked open her eyes. It was then that a man stepped out of the shadows, his face ashen. "We shall protect her, your majesty." He tipped his head back, letting out a long, mournful howl. The rest of his pack joined in, and Crescent began to cry.

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Thirteen years ago, the queen named her heir. There was only one witness, the alpha of Pine Pack. Be that as it may, most of the kingdom knows who the queen must've chosen. Her true daughter is a spoiled hothead, the kind of girl who likes everything to go her way. So when Alpha Greyson returned that night with her nuisance of a sister with the news that the five-year-old was the new queen, the girl was furious.

She even attempted to kill her sister.

Of course, there was not enough evidence to prove anything. But Greyson worried. So one night, he snuck the girl out of the castle and brought her out to the forest, a place where she'd be safe from her sister. The wolves, shifters, quickly warmed to the idea of having the young queen under their care.

Greyson eventually passed away, but his son, about the same age as the new queen, took charge of the pack. He became a good friend of Crescent's, and all was well until her 17th birthday came around.

Tension had been building up, and although the alpha knew why he refused to tell Crescent. Then, on the night of her birthday, the pack split in half. The splinter group took off, heading for the castle.

Now that Crescent is old enough to take her place as queen, her sister has grown more desperate. She decided to invite Crescent to the castle for a ball, but both girls are on high alert. It's only a matter of time before one snaps.
Okay, there are a few things you need to know before you join:

1. First, let me just say that this is a fantasy RP. That being said, your character can be whatever species you want. However, if you choose wolf or werewolf, your character is most likely part of Pine Pack or the splinter pack. Just...keep that in mind.

2. You can play anything from a servant to a head guard. Be creative with your rank choice.

3. If you want to be the princess (not Crescent) or the alpha of the splinter pack, keep in mind that a) they don't agree with Crescent, b) they don't like her, and c) they don't have the...friendliest personalities. Sorry, I'm just...picky about "evil" charries.

4. Some characters can have powers or special abilities, but that depends on the species. Powers need to have limits.

Anyway, here are some rank choices:
-Princess
-Heir to the Throne (Crescent)
-Leader of Splinter Pack
-Members of Either Pack
-Head Guard (for either side)
-Servant
-Spy (PM for details!)
-Seamstress
-Healer (often has magic)
-Whatever else you can think of.

Here are the character profiles!

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Position/Rank:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Other:

The night Greyson made the decision to remove Crescent from the castle, Felix was aroused with anger. Their pack was never to leave the castle, and here they were, fleeing away like mice avoiding the mouse trap that is the castle and city boundaries. For years, their pack had protected the those walls from outside trouble, and now, they were forced to live outside them. And for what? A little orphan girl with no blood of the former King or Queen.

Felix did not want to believe that Queen Ambrosia would be so foolish as too pronounce a person with no blood relation to the throne. It was madness! The Princess should have been the rightful heir to the throne. That night, Felix challenged Greyson to battle over being Alpha of the pack, but his request was denied and interrupted by castle guards who wanted Crescent dead.

Felix bide his time, waiting for the opportune moment to challenge Greyson, though that time would never come. Instead, he had secretly been recruiting other werewolves that shared his views. Before long, Felix had amassed about half of the pack. The day before Crescent became of age, their was an attempt on her life from this new Pack led by Felix. If they were to kill the would-be Queen, then there would be nothing left standing in the path of the Princess, who should be the rightful heir to the throne.

However, the attack was thwarted by Greyson and the rest of the werewolves that had shared his view. Felix sounded the retreat to return to the castle. There, they would realign themselves under the true royalty being the Princess.

"Why should I believe you, Felix, that you would come back to serve me?" The Princess had asked Felix who was brought to the throne room by the guards after he and his Pack claimed that they surrendered. He was in his human form as were his other Packs. He was wearing garbs of a mere peasant.

"Because you are our true Queen, Princess. Our duty was always to protect the Royal Family, and that girl, does not hold a single drop of Royal blood in her veins." Felix had explained. "My Pack and I will serve you till the end, My Lady." He bowed as graciously as he could while being held by the two guards.

The Princess had a devious smile on her face, "That's a good, dog."

From that point on, this new Pack now known as the Blood-Roarers served the Princess and would follow her every command. The Princess made an order that would have them outfitted with magic imbued armor that covered their torso, forearms and thighs. It would even withstand their transformation to their werewolf forms. Felix was the only one in the pack to wear a cape as blood as red and with the Kingdom's symbol on the front of it. Although werewolves had claws, they were given weapons such as swords and spears to better equip them for the coming battles with the "rebel" forces.


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Name: Felix of the Blood-Roarers
Nickname: Felix
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Position/Rank: Alpha
Appearance: (Below)
Personality: (Below)
History: (Above)
Orientation (Added per Thread Rules): Straight
Other: None

Werewolves in this Kingdom can transform between human and werewolf form at will due to the magic of the Royal Family that blessed them, both Blood-Roarers and the Alpha pack. When Felix is in human form, his skin is in the borderline between white and light brown. His black straight hair was usually slicked back and came down to about his shoulders. He stood about 5'10" and because of his werewolf abilities, had toned muscled.

In his werewolf form, he stood about 6'1". His hair color was a blackish blue when hit with the right light. His tail was bushy and about 3' long. His claws and teeth were sharp as blades on a sword and white as the snow. His preferred weapon of choice was to dual-wield short swords that were crafted to his specifications for whether he was in either form.

Name: Robert Fellstone
Nickname: Rob, Robert
Age: 24
Gender: M
Species: Human
Position/Rank: Veteran Healer of the Valtaur Order
Appearance: Robert stands around 5'9 so slightly shorter than some, but taller than others. He has light brown hair and light brown eyes. He doesn't have a muscular build, but it is about average due to his traveling and daily manual labor. It is clear he wasn't made to be a warrior from his build nor does he actively practice physical arts. To indicate his connection with the Valtuar Order he has a tatoo (seen below) of the order's symbol on his right shoulder. Robert is quite tanned due to his travels as a pilgrim, some might mistake him as a foreigner, which he often laughs off. While he is a ways from his hometown, he was born in this kingdom like everyone else.

Personality: Friendly, non-violent, calm, soft-spoken, lazy on occasion, and determined.

History: Born in the rural village of Helburg, he was inducted into the order at the age of eight. Where he learned healing as well as light magic. He practiced this art for many years and completed his first pilgrimage at the age of 14, the second when he was 18, and now he is completing his third pilgrimage. By completing this pilgrimage he will be allowed to unlock a new level of magic within the order's archives. Ever since his youth he has had the dream of curing people of disease and other ailments. Currently, he is researching ways to cure a disease that may endanger the kingdom in the near future. Therefore, he is often lost in a letter from one of his contacts from the East, who reports the symptoms and effectiveness of various spells and herbs.

At his village he was not the strongest, or the bravest, nor was he the richest, or born to noble blood. He was however the friendliest, and the person most people came to talk to about their problems, even complete strangers. He developed patience and focus; both of which are traits required in order to become a successful healer. However, there are times when his diligence fails, and he becomes slightly lazy. A way to get him out of this mood is to give him something important to do, like healing a sick person or a letter from one of his contacts. It was his diligent and friendly attitude is what attracted the attention of a traveling healer from the order. After a few days of discussion and receiving permission from his parents he became an apprentice to High Healer Fredrick, who at that time was high in the order. Within a year of training Robert discovered he had a natural affinity for healing magic, and sought to take advantage of this affinity and improve it. This is something he continues to do to this very day.

Other:
Robert is very skilled in healing magic he can heal serious injuries very quickly if he is able to channel his energy into his spells, this is true for a group of people as well. He does have access to quicker heals, but they patch moderate wounds at best. Disease and ailments can all be cured by Robert with either a spell or a mixture of herbs and spices. If there is time, then he can reattach limbs, but this procedure must be done within an hour of the limb being severed. It also requires certain elixirs made of specific herbs that are difficult to find, and doing so takes up most of Robert's energy. He cannot bring the dead back to life, nor can he heal instantly fatal wounds like decapitation. If a person is bleeding out then he can attend to them, but once their pulse stops then they are beyond his help.

In terms of offensive magic, he has learned light magic from the order. These spells are often containment spells, exorcism, blessings, and a little offensive spell. An example of a containment spell is pyramid of light, where Robert can trap a group of people for five minutes or as long as he maintains the spell. Blessings may include increasing strength of allies, or making them 'impervious' to harm. Offensive light magic deals damage by searing the flesh of the mage's enemies or banishing them from the plane. Granted, the latter is meant for demons, supernatural creatures such as werewolves or vampires are often safe from this type of magic.

The Valtuar Order is fairly well known, and most people will be able to identify his associations with them by seeing the tattoo on his shoulder. Therefore, most NPCs and PCs will be able to identify his background in being a healer. Furthermore, this order is forbidden from using weapons, so needless to say he cannot handle himself in a sword fight. Furthermore, these healers are obligated to heal almost everyone except those that their judgement token deems unworthy. To be deemed unworthy is an extremely difficult task, it requires one to have committed heinous crimes in the past multiple times.

If one needs to locate Robert, they should search for taverns close to orphanages, as he can often be found with a makeshift clinic around those parts. Furthermore, he enjoys teaching and helping the children of the orphanage.

Name: Crescent Moon

Nickname: N/A

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Position/Rank: Princess

Appearance: Crescent is a young, radiant beauty that tends to catch peoples' attention. Her skin is lightly tanned, and is the color of caramel, as though she has been kissed by the sun. At five foot eleven, Crescent does stand a little taller than most girls, and is lithe and slender as well. Her eyes are like fire, being that same bright, electric blue often seen at the heart. If one was to look closely enough, one would notice there are black rings around the edges, and that there are rays of yellow among the blue. There is a dimple which reveals itself every once in a while, whenever she smiles. Her hair is obsidian black, and it falls in rich, curly waves about her shoulders. In the right light, there are silver tones to the locks, giving her a rather ethereal glow.

Personality: Crescent is an unpredictable genius, to be put quite simply. There is the fact that she is lively, flexible, quick-witted and versatile, while she loves solving problems and puzzles. Sports are a favorite past time. Self-assured, sociable and innovative, she is always willing to put her own business aside to help others...especially friends. Crescent is extremely creative, and at times she'll be seen either drawing, or writing something in a small notebook. Be warned, though...she is clumsy.

History: Crescent was a servant girl in the castle, scorned and looked down on by many simply because she didn't have parents. Both died in a tragic accident years ago. The queen, Ambrosia, took the young girl under her wing.

Other: Crescent has a small tattoo on the small of her back, one of a crescent moon, with a star in-between its points.

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Name: Somer Alcala

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Elf

Position/Rank: New Healer to the Valtaur Order

Appearance: See image above

Personality: Somer is a shy, meek girl who tries hard to do what she loves...but often fails in one way or another. Having eyes on her makes the girl nervous. Of course...it doesn’t help that she is learning how to heal others, when she has to make physical contact with them. Reading is one of her favorite things to do, so oftentimes she will be found in the nearest library, or in a big, comfy chair with her favorite book.

History: Somer prefers not to talk about the past.

Other: Nothing to say here.