- Joined
- Aug 30, 2017
Using this space to post ideas & backstories for characters, that just sometime come to mind ~
The first twenty years of her life has been like taken out of a fairytale. A beautiful young Princess, a firstborn, the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom, or so the King would say and none would dare to question that. Just enough color on her cheeks, hair just dark enough, and eyes, filled with curiosity and kindness. Everything was supposed to be perfect.
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The crows followed their Lady. The Queen, that ruled on her own, with the kind but crude touch. Nobody remembered the gentle young lady she once was. The tragedy that touched the Kingdom, that made her the only member of the royal family alive, changed her. She wasn’t just a Queen, but she was a force that one didn’t want to anger.
A Queen, a leader, a general.
The crows were to mark, what she has done. Her hair, as black as the night, and the skin as pale as snow. The crows marked, the unnatural strength within her, one that was bought with the blood of an innocent. Paying that price still haunted her. She stopped wearing frilly colorful dresses and wore black, only black.
Aurelia / Lauren
The first twenty years of her life has been like taken out of a fairytale. A beautiful young Princess, a firstborn, the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom, or so the King would say and none would dare to question that. Just enough color on her cheeks, hair just dark enough, and eyes, filled with curiosity and kindness. Everything was supposed to be perfect.
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The crows followed their Lady. The Queen, that ruled on her own, with the kind but crude touch. Nobody remembered the gentle young lady she once was. The tragedy that touched the Kingdom, that made her the only member of the royal family alive, changed her. She wasn’t just a Queen, but she was a force that one didn’t want to anger.
A Queen, a leader, a general.
The crows were to mark, what she has done. Her hair, as black as the night, and the skin as pale as snow. The crows marked, the unnatural strength within her, one that was bought with the blood of an innocent. Paying that price still haunted her. She stopped wearing frilly colorful dresses and wore black, only black.