*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[CrazyChickLady7]

Name: William Hughes
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: Soft spoken and gentle but firm and unchanging in something he believes in enough; prone to be slightly sarcastic if talked down to.
Skills: Speaks French and German fluently, can read Latin, but was never required to speak it so he can't. Rides fairly well and is good enough with a bow and arrow or a sword if necessary, but is more fond of the arts and dancing.
Side (castle name): Alnwick
Rank: Duke: King of Alnwick's advisor
History: William is the eldest of five children and is the only son. Therefore, he is the heir to his father's immense dukedom.
When he was seventeen, he was sent to live with the court of Alnwick. Soon after, he gained the attention of the king and was often invited to give his opinion in political matters. He very quickly gained favor and eventually rose to be the king's most trusted man and advisor.
Description: Slightly taller than average height; medium build. Dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

I like this one alot. Accepted)

 

[Flock Master64]

( crazy chick, there is a new form someone wants you to accept)

 

[Athaid]

"Oh" Alfric muttered, trying to recall the woman who had pulled him from the stream.
"She.. Wasn't with you?" He asked, a brow raised.

India hungrily chomped on the juicy fruit and then nudged Emilee again, but this time she wasn't looking for an apple. Turning her head, she looked out across the orchard, something was stirring in the darkness. It didn't smell like the pony she had met, sweet little thing that it was. No, this was a rough, bitter scent, and it was getting closer. Her body tensed as a branch snapped not more than a few metres from her.

 

[CrazyChickLady7]

Cedric observed the guests, and finally settled on a likely target. While he couldn't properly identify anyone, he thought this candidate looked particularly promising. He approached Thomas "Enjoying the party?" he asked amcably
( Crazychick?)
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 Gavin made his way up a steep incline as a single snowflake drifted down to Earth, landing softly on a leaf.

Thomas looked up from his heaping plate. "Wha?" He said, his mouth to full for words to be made audible.

 

[Flock Master64]

"No, I don't know who she was"

 

[Flock Master64]

Thomas looked up from his heaping plate. "Wha?" He said, his mouth to full for words to be made audible.

( crazy chick, there is a new form someone wants you to accept)

(Did you see this?)

 

[Flock Master64]

( never mind I see you got it )

 

[CrazyChickLady7]

Name:Israel
Age:19
Gender:male
Personality:quiet, loyal
Skills:horseman and sword fighting
Side:Alnwick
Rank:guard
History:
Description: Dark curly hair, greenish blue eyes, tall athletic build.

Accepted)

(sorry I had to read through alot)

 

[chickluvinfreak]

Accepted)

(sorry I had to read through alot)

(That's ok. Thank you )

 

[Athaid]

"Right.." Alfric said, rather awkwardly. He pushed himself from the bed and ran his hand back across his head, subconsciously tracing a previous wound with his shaking fingers.
"Have you still got the mask?" He asked, hopeful.