Name: princess Eliza de Gillette
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: Extremely stubborn. As stubborn as a mule, yet also very naive when putting in the world outside her castle. Even with her noblesse world, the only thing she knows is she is a princess and every body will listen to her, including her father. But she is not a villain, consider her as a child who only knows the world her father has created for her, put her in to protect her; and let she has her little-power-under-his-secret-supervision. Yet, for a child, no one has ever seen she crying. She always appears lively and full of passion. Despite how childish Eliza behave, deep inside she really wants to know her true identity.
Bio: If she wasn't a girl, she would have been killed by her five hafl-blood older brothers. Because the King brought her to the castle when she was 2 year old and told his sons that she was their sister. Her mother was unknown. Perhaps that's the reason why she didn't have any magic, her mother was a commoner.
Even though 2 year old is not too young, she couldn't remember anything about her previous life before she became a real princess. And that is what she always wants to know and will do any stupid thing,even though she know it's stupid, to find out.
First, all the princes hated her but soon they considered her as a small cute fragile younger sister, in-need of protection. Despite all their efforts to protect her, she continuously puts herself in danger and only does what she wants.
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Splendid, sparkle ballroom.
Golden floral pattern on the wall.
Crimson velvet carpet on the floor.
Ceiling made from mirror reflected every single beam of light that came from the silver chandeliers.
Eliza, the center of this banquet was overflow with all the best wishes people gave her. This was the day she turned to eighteen. A new year, a new age had come, and perhaps she would find her magic soon. Every body of the nobleness had magic, and those who were royalties had the most powerful kind. That was the way it was, every one was born with a magi mark: in the palm mean they could move things without touching them and could hit other people without really hitting them, on the forehead mean they could read people's mind and could burn others with their eyes...She also had a mark, but it was a t a place that she wouldn't let other people see so easy. Even her father didn't know she had one because she hadn't been born with it, it had just appeared couple months ago.
The princess noticed her father was being late. Normally he would have been here before anybody arrived, he was the King anyway. And more importantly, he was her loving father. He wouldn't be late for his precious daughter's big night. It was weirder that her brothers seemed to be hiding something from her. What could it be? Without a warning, the princess ran out of the ballroom, despite all the calling from the princes. And she found her father was about to kill a magical creature.
“Stop this father!” She cried.
“Why? This...beast has brought nothing but fear to our land!” The king yelled back at his daughter.
“Just stop this madness. It's my birthday and isn't it? And you're late, why not consider him as a...present?” The princess said in a gentle voice.
Hearing her father warning that was a beast not a pet and she should be very careful, Eliza chuckled. The princess hardly knew what was an Incubus mean and what had he done to all the women. He was going to stay with her now, it had been decided and no one could change her mind.
“Fine, he shall live, but he will die if anything terrible happens to you, dear.”
The princess was overjoyed, rushing over to the king and hugging him while thanking him many times. Her brothers had just arrive, yet the only thing they could do was staring at her with their open jaw. An Incubus as a present? It was too late, they knew their sister well enough to understand that. And the princess happily returned to her party, after receiving the special gift from her father.
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Now it was time to bring her present to her palace, the princess thought as she walked down the dark wet stair made from rock. The wall made from rock. The ceiling made from rock. It was the way to the rocky dungeons. All those rock and tone were magical, to make sure to prison the most powerful demon once he stepped inside. No magic could be perform here, and somehow that made her feel comfortable. This was the last step, and the princess was a bit scared because of the dark and the heavy breathing sound. Brushed the fear away, she came near the wooden door. Hesitate for a moment, the princess opened the door.