◇ Throne of Deceit ◇ (An Elemental RP)

[PoesAccomplice]

Claire rushed to a bench in the far corner of the garden and sobbed quietly, while stuttering out in gasps "How could he? How could he? How could he?". She normally wasn't this emotional, but actually seeing Damon and the fact that it would have been her sister's birthday that day made it even worse.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Claire's dark blue dress was soon stained by her tears. She looked down in despair.

 

[Bantambird]

Name: Zahir
Age: mid 30s
Gender: male
Rank/job: field commander
Residence goes wherever Damon stations him.
Personality: Zahir is not a good man. He is snide, a misogynistic, masochistic soldier. His loyalty lies with whoever will pay him well, and that is Damon. He takes delight in making people squirm. He sees women as weak, over emotional, and irrational, and is extremely condescending towards most women. He takes delight in getting information from prisoners when asked.
History: trained as a mercenary, specializing in subterfuge, poisons, and close combat. He always carries some sort of poison on his person.
Appearance: dark brown hair, slicked back. A twisted sneer is almost always on his face. Has piercing hazel eyes, is very fit and well muscled. Wears the provided military uniform.
Username: bantambird
Other:

 

[Garjzla]

(Kind of funny, this role play has a misogynist and a feminist.

)

 

[Bantambird]

( I know they will meet. I'm counting on it

. If I get accepted, that is.)

 

[Garjzla]

Divinity squeezed Imra's hand lovingly. "The only thing I ask of you." She began slowly, voice sincere with her heart's request. "Is that no matter how bad thing gets you tell no one of Damon’s intentions. I know Damon, and if anyone were to do this he will slaughter everyone as he has told me."

Imra nodded in understanding.
"I promise to do as you have asked of me." She said honestly, feeling awful for Divinity but not wanting to delay her work any longer. "Now, let's get you into that dress, shall we?" She gave Divinity a soft smile of compassion.

 

[Run Wild]

Name: Zahir
Age: mid 30s
Gender: male
Rank/job: field commander
Residence goes wherever Damon stations him.
Personality: Zahir is not a good man. He is snide, a misogynistic, masochistic soldier. His loyalty lies with whoever will pay him well, and that is Damon. He takes delight in making people squirm. He sees women as weak, over emotional, and irrational, and is extremely condescending towards most women. He takes delight in getting information from prisoners when asked.
History: trained as a mercenary, specializing in subterfuge, poisons, and close combat. He always carries some sort of poison on his person.
Appearance: dark brown hair, slicked back. A twisted sneer is almost always on his face. Has piercing hazel eyes, is very fit and well muscled. Wears the provided military uniform.
Username: bantambird
Other:

(Accepted. You can begin playing, if you like. Right now the characters are waiting inside the castle for Divinity to be married.)

 

[Run Wild]

Imra nodded in understanding.
"I promise to do as you have asked of me." She said honestly, feeling awful for Divinity but not wanting to delay her work any longer. "Now, let's get you into that dress, shall we?" She gave Divinity a soft smile of compassion.

"Yes," Divinity said softly in response. She understood that she was being waited on and wanted not keep everyone waiting any longer.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Claire heard the music start, and wiped her tears to enter once again.

 

[Garjzla]

"Yes," Divinity said softly in response. She understood that she was being waited on and wanted not keep everyone waiting any longer.

Irma put Divinity's dress on her, along with earrings and a necklace that had been picked out earlier. She looked at Divinity for a few seconds to tell if she did her job well or not, and she knew that the Queen looked nearly perfect. She just needed her shoes and the wedding could begin.
Getting a pair of white high heels, she gently put them on Divinity and backed away a few steps to be sure she did everything perfectly. If she messed up Divinity's look on her wedding day, what kind of Lady in Waiting was she?
Irma smiled, satisfied with her work. She put her hand on the Queen's shoulder, "No matter how you feel, my Queen, remember that you have my full faith and support. I care about you, so never hesitate to push all of your complaints onto me in times of frustration and sorrow." Irma said sincerely and smiled, putting her hand back down. "Now, I believe we shouldn't keep your people waiting any longer. You're dressed and ready to be married."