forum Reboot of the Selection RP! (New peeps are cool too)

Started January 31, 2020 by @gracehustle

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Name: Luxa Harper
Nickname: Lux
Age: 18
Caste: Caste 5
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Luxa is of fairly average height, around 5'5," and moderately athletic. Her skin is lighly tanned, but a rather pink colour, so she often looks embarassed for no reason. She has short, curly white-blonde hair that flies in all directions unless otherwise tamed, and startlingly blue eyes. Also, she wears glasses because she's very blind. https://pin.it/36hcolt4kabxu5
Personality: Luxa is an iNtElLeCtUaL with a healthy dose of social ineptitude. Her main "emotion" is sarcasm, and she has to struggle to take anything seriously, because she usually makes jokes about all serious issues, rather than actually facing them. But she's… great at reading, so… there's that.
Background (Optional): Most of her family are musicians, and Luxa, herself, learned to play the piano from a young age, but she really wants to be an author. She's exactly the middle child in her family of five children.
Family:
Mother: Not Applicable
Father: Thomas Harper
Siblings: Alicia, Lennon, Lynna + Alden (Lyn and Al are twins and are the youngest)
Other: Lemme know if this character works lol

Name: Nikoleta Rossetti
Nickname (If any): Niko, also open to anything else
Age: 19
Caste: Five
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: She's white but fairly well tanned and wears her dark blonde hair in space buns a lot. Similar to a half-up half-down look. Her eyes are a greenish hazel with thick lashes. Her face is diamond shaped, body curvy and delicate. Usually, she wears a more casual dress, her favorite being a yellow one she was given for her birthday last spring.
(I believe in the books they make girls from lower castes put on a fancier dress, so she'd probably wear something like this.)
Personality: She's a sweet girl, she can be a bit timid among large crowds, but can do just fine with a smaller group. She has a cheery disposition about her, but despite everything, she feels it's unlikely for her to be chosen. She mostly came for the experience and if somehow she did win… her family would be able to have anything they ever wanted. (In short: Still developing)
Background (Optional): If anything, Niko feels fairly happy with her life. Yeah, it would be nice were she able to buy a new ukulele that wasn't desperately in need of new strings. It would be wonderful to see her parents in a nice, big house.
Family: Mother and father, and a little brother at age 6
Other: Since she's a 5, she's part of the performer caste. She occasionally performs dances, but mostly sticks to playing instruments, one of her favorites being ukulele. Niko was also a spring baby, which probably explains why she gets cold easily.

Talin adjusted his suit one more time as he looked out the window in his room. The girls were arriving at that very moment, and he would be meeting with them for the first time in less than a few hours. First they would have lunch and then after his mother gave the official introduction into the palace, he would meet with them, something that made him very nervous but also excited. Hopefully things would go well, and he hoped all of the girls liked it here. It was the start of one of the biggest moments of his life, and he was very ready to keep the family line going.

Cressida pulled her jacket tighter around her body, as if by doing so, she was blocking the clicks and flashes of the cameras aimed at her blocked. She hated all the attention, and wished that she was anywhere else.

Cassie sparkled at the attention, not really used to getting it from her own home. She followed along the path, trying to keep moving although she did occasionally stop to talk to people. This was so strange for her. As the lowest caste there, getting so much attention was unusual but highly welcomed.

Zaera kept her head high as she made her way towards the palace. She was used to the attention and camera clicks. That was one benefit growing up surrounded by the media she supposed. Her attention didn't go to the press though, oh no it went to the people there to see her, not the people who were going to turn against her for a good story.

Zia blinked and hesitated a little as she approached the palace. She didn't know what to do. She ran her hands over her hair nervously. She wasn't used to stuff like this. To being watched. Unlike many of the other girls, she was wearing pants and a shirt. Nice ones, but she hated dresses and didn't want to wear them unless she had to.

(The palace looks similar to the Spelling Mansion if you want to look it up, though it has an extra floor of the girl's rooms, and also the report room, the banquet hall, safe rooms and a few more rooms (I'll go into more detail about the added rooms if anyone asks))
Eventually, he made his way out of the safety of his room, slowly making his way towards the great room, where he would be meeting the girls. It was near where the ladies were going to be, in the ladies parlor, one of the only places in the palace that he wasn't allowed to go. Talin made sure he took the longest path there though, wandering through the hallways and studying the paintings and pictures hanging out on the walls between each of the large windows looking out on the gardens.

Zaera stepped into the main palace entrance. She had been here a few times already, but this time was for an entirely different reason. Taking a deep breath Zaera entered the palace assuming a guard would bring her to where she was supposed to be, and luckily for her. One indeed did.

(Sorry, forgot I had singing practice tonight lol)

Nikoleta forced her plush lips into a smile as she walked forwards. As soon as the flashing of cameras were blocked by the walls of the palace, the girl allowed herself to bite her lip. She felt so small here behind these other girls in their fancy dresses and petticoats. All she had on was a dress from home, looking dull in comparison. Looking around, Niko noticed one of the other girls wore simply what was comfortable. Still, it looked professional and proper. Peeking around the shoulders of a few other girls in front of her, she noticed they were being lead to a large room. The guards escorting them averted their eyes and stood at the door once they all arrived at their destination. Were they not allowed inside? Looking around, things became more clear. They were to be made what Caste One members saw as presentable. That, Niko supposed, especially applied to herself. Soon, she found herself being plucked from the mix of girls and spun around to sit in a chair. An older woman peered down at her, examining her every feature. After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence, the woman smiled politely at Nikoleta. Thus began her makeover.

As Cressida was violently dragged over to a changing room - and I say violently, she was clucked over by a woman only about a decade or so older than her.

"Nice features," the woman said, as if she was unaware that Cress was in the room. "A little bit bland, though. We'll need to spice things up a bit, yes we will. And so tiny, too! I'll try heels. May make her seem more sure of herself."

Cress looked alarmed. "Excuse me? Um…what's all this about heels? I don't need any heels! I'm fine, really!"

(Shit, sorry, my rehearsal ran long yesterday and my phone doesn't work during the school day)
Luxa pushed up her glasses up nervously, glancing at the crowd leading towards the palace. Which was where Luxa now had to go. Into the crowd. Luckily, she made it to the doors with a minimal amount of wincing. She rushed inside the building, following a group of girls she had to assume were the selected. She was almost immediately herded into another room, where she was stared at for an uncomfortably long amount of time. "Sorry, er, is there a plan for - " Luxa was quickly shushed as the three - three! - other people in the room muttered quietly to each other. Well. What else could she have expected, really?

Zaera was very patient as the maids began to meddle with her hair and face. She would rather they not, but doubted she had a choice in the matter. The only time she would contest is if she looked like a clown. Which with how they were going she was worried that was going to happen with how they were going. She internally sighed with plans of staying just a little bit later, fashionably late was always acceptable, to fix herself up.

Talin soon arrived in the room, waving at some of the helpers and taking up a spot leaned against one of the walls while he waited. He knew the girls would be a while, seeing that they had to go through makeup and clothing first, but he didn't mind waiting and just watching around. They would get to the room eventually, and then he would have to try to memorize more names and faces, and for most of them, get to know them as well.

After only seconds of being seated, Nikoleta was shoved into a fairly large dressing room, wall lined with magnificent gowns. There wasn't any time to gawk at how over the top they all seemed as her arms were forced out from her sides to be measured.
"Beautifully long fingers she has," a woman to her left said. "Oh, but her hands have calluses on her fingertips and palms," another fretted. The girl was about to explain before being interrupted by talk of manicures to be done. Niko had never really used nail polish, but figured it smelled strong like the perfume in the air. She wanted to groan, but decided against it. This was for her own benefit. Supposedly…
Nikoleta's thoughts were interrupted as she was handed a bundle of cloth. It was yellow like her current dress, though a paler color with lace and fancy stitching.
"Um-" she started before being gestured to undress. Sighing, Niko quickly changed clothes. The fabric now rubbing against her skin felt like the finest silks that were sewn from clouds themselves. In other words, like nothing she could describe. It was amazing. But there was also her dress from home. Standing here in clothes that weren't her own felt a bit intimidating.
"Good, good. Now onto makeup!"
"Wait, what?"

Nikoleta bit the inside of her cheek only for someone to scold her from doing so. She didn't like how heavy the makeup made her face feel. It matched her skin tone to a T, but that didn't stop it from feeling weird. Her complexion was clear, so what was the need to slather cream over her cheeks? At least her hair had been tied nicely in a bun. It was something familiar in the chaotic mess. At least she did look pretty.

Zia was brought into a room, where they fretted over her clothing and her hair and her makeup. They wrestled her thick, dark hair into a rather elaborate braid, painting her face with makeup and worrying about the fact that her face was a little wind burned. She remained still, even though she had a rather large urge to fidget and squirm and push them away. She had never had anyone do this to her before.

Zaera finished being prepped. She looked at herself in the mirror in slight disgust. Before she was shooed out to meet the prince, Zaera shoed the ladies who had done her makeup and hair out ahead of her. The hair didn't look half bad being, but her make up was far too thick for her liking. She wasted no time wiping it off and starting to reapply different shades that required less and were much more flattering to her facial features. The dress she was wearing wasn't off too far off her typical model dresses, form-fitting with a flare. Btu the makeup, she couldn't get her head off of it.

The girls couldn't be much longer, at least Talin hoped they weren't. He saw one of the teams appear from the room and scurry off and he hoped it was a sign that at least some of the girls were close to done and he could meet them. No one had taken his offer on helping and standing around was getting boring, but there was nothing else to do besides straighten his suit and hope that his hair didn't look like he had just woken up. That would not give a good first impression.

It took several dresses and what seemed like an eternity of sitting still and getting her makeup (and hair, somehow) done before Luxa was allowed to leave. Running out of the room was a bit of a struggle, what with the dress and awkward shoes she was wearing, but she walked as quickly as possible, fidgeting with her bracelet. Luxa was feeling increasingly uncomfortable with this entire situation; her hat had been removed, leaving her head feeling bare and unprotected, she was wearing a ridiculous amount of makeup that she was fairly certain she was allergic to (her face was burning), and her hair was styled into overly elegant curls. Everything felt so… unnatural. Whatever. If this somehow made her more attractive, then it must be worth feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Zaera stepped out moments after she had shooed the maids away. She was confident and it showed through her posture and appearance. She was slightly shocked to find out only one other girl was out already. Of course, the prince was there. Wasting close to no time she stepped towards the prince and curtsied, "Greetings your highness."

Only having seconds to take in her new appearance, Nikoleta was forced into heels and sent into the next room with a curt shove. The extension of the heel made the girl's sense of gravity waver, the push almost sending her tumbling to kiss the shimmering tile. Wow… it really was sparkling.
Luckily enough, Niko kept her footing, finding balance again. Taking a few steps, she finally found a rhythm and could walk with poise. It was like standing on your toes for ballet. Except more painful. Blinking at her surroundings, Nikoleta realized the prince himself was standing off to the side. He looked as beautiful as the photos made him to be. Taking a deep breath, she carefully walked closer to where Talin and two other candidates stood. But not too close. She would wait her turn.

Cress managed to have survived this new form torture, and was ushered out of the room. She gave the faintest sigh of relief, not bothering to look at her reflection, and hurried out to see three other girls waiting next to the Prince. She gave a small, respectful nod, and smiled at him.

He snapped out of his daydream when he heard someone talk to him, smiling immediately and giving a slightly bow, "Greetings to you too, Miss Zaera, you look lovely." She was one of the only girls he recognised, mostly from her caste and work as a model. Talin hoped he wasn't too casual with his greeting, something that didn't happen often. Most of the time he was confident in his greetings from years of practice, but now he felt strangely nervous around the girls.