@croccin-champagne
Getting overthrown is no small thing, but surviving being overthrown? A one in a million, no, a billion, chance. And yet, this Crown Prince has somehow managed to survive the raiding and take-over of his palace, though not without a few injuries. Hitching a ride on a wagon and subsequently passing out, he wakes up in a city far from his own, with a crow literally in his face.
Allisandra is many things. An assassin, a thief, a prisoner to her past, but she is not a friend to the crown. And yet, she finds herself helping the injured and slightly dazed Crown Prince, who really has no business being this far from home. Her reason is simple. For however much she dislikes the royal family, she despises the new group in charge more.
Reluctantly, the two team up, in order to reclaim the throne and save the Prince's family. The first step? Walking straight back into the thick of the people who would like very much to kill either or both of them. If they don't kill each other first.
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No OP characters, or I will yeet your ass outta here before you can say 'this bitch empty'. I can't stand invincible characters, man.
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Proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization, please. I can get making a few mistakes, when you're tired, or English ain't your first language(It's mine, and even I have my issues), but if it's too common a thing, it irks the hell outta me. Call me a bitch, but hey.
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Slurs, homophobia, transphobia, rascism, sexism, anything that ends in -ism and that harms or promotes the harm of other people will not be tolerated. See my first threat.
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Hate the character, not the writer. Keeps spats between yourselves, outta my funzone. Also! Shipping is fine, but keep it a mutually okay thing, make sure it ain't abuse and/or creepy, and take smut to the PM.
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Detailed-ish responses, please. Think three or more sentences. To keep it going.
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I have the full right to add and edit this list. I also have the right to boot you if you're causing too many problems.
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Name: Eleanora Alzor(her birth name), Allisandra “Ghost” Flor
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, but relationships are incredibly far from her mind.
Appearance: Hair choppily cut to just around her shoulders, either kept up in a short ponytail, or down. Her hair is black, with sprinklings of white throughout that resemble early greying, but not quite. A chunk in the front is completely white, standing out against the rest of her hair and color scheme. She’s on the darker side of the olive skin-tone spectrum, and covered in various scars, most notably the odd ones on her neck, varying from small and thin to large and jagged. 5’7, and decently muscled, though obviously a bit malnourished. Her eyes are a startling silver/grey, that always seem to be scanning her surroundings, and almost appear to see straight through people.
Clothing/Style: A lot of black, and dark colors, because they blend into the shadows she mainly travels in. Black trousers tucked into black knee high boots. Alternates between a long sleeved black shirt and a tank top, has various knives visibly strapped to herself, and hidden. Wears a black trenchcoat with silver embellishments on the hems, stolen from a man she killed, early on. It’s now become a sort of trademark.
Personality: Quiet, more of an observer than a speaker. Knows way too much about things she probably shouldn't. Her steps are completely silent, so it's fairly often that you'll only notice her in a room once she speaks. Keeps a lot of secrets, mysterious in general, and hates talking about her own past. Great with kids and animals, and isn't afraid to stand up for whatever she believes is right. Only problem is, her moral code is a roulette wheel, and it's practically impossible to guess what's next. Not afraid to lie and manipulate her way around things.
Weaknesses: Cant stand anything around her throat or wrists, even slightly too tight shirt collars. Small spaces, as well, are another issue for her. Being touched is a no-go, to the point of panic attacks and puking, if long enough.
Strengths: Knives, man. She’s wicked with ‘em. Self-taught medic, and at the same time, great at straight up murder. Need stealth? She’s your gal. Speaks quite the number of languages, too.
Likes: Knives, darkness, night, being alone, keeping the people she cares about safe, and fruit, particularly blackberries.
Dislikes: Being touched, small spaces, having to talk about her past, crowds.
Magic: Control over Life force has shown itself in abilities that are essentially Necromancy, though due to her unwillingness to really tap into it, most of what she can do is see and strengthen the dead, as in ghosts.
Other: Has an insane amount of knives on her. Where do they go? Where does she hide them? Nobody’s quite sure.
