forum Scandalous Royals | Fantasy Kingdom RP (OPEN)

Started June 12, 2018 by Star Girl

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"oh….well thank you" Odette turned around and ran away…whizzing past corridor after corridor…. she then froze guards were heading past her, she turned to the nearest door and shut herself in… another hallway, she wandered around still hearing footsteps she backed, until she ran into someone else… she whizzed around and curtseyed. "Forgive me…y-your highness……"

(@Star Girl, I responded…)

( I saw,)

(I’m joining!!:
Name: Olivia Arlow
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Appearance: dark red hair that has some natural fading. Dark green eyes. 5’ 5”
Race/species: half ice dragon (mom was a human and dad was a dragon shifter)
Lover(s)(If any{This is a scandalous RP cheating is allowed}) not right now but is open for a relationship
Background: her dad was one of the 50 ice dragons left in the world. He met her mom and they had a child. She inherited his ice powers and can also use water to a limit but not hot water. She had a brother but she doesn’t know where her family is. Her house was attacked by hunter and they took her. She learned to steal and fend for herself after that experience and is skilled with a sword and bow but prefers to use her bow. She grew older and was adopted by a close friend of the king and queen. She is being forced to marry a suitor once she’s turns 18
Other: she has darker tan birthmark in her upper arm in the shape of wings which is a mark of an ice dragon shifter. She has a tattoo of her dragon on her upper thigh and a small halo with demon wings at the base of her neck. )

Thatcher gave a brief hum as he watched the young woman run off. Nike gave a low growl in question, the growls having clicking noises mixed into them. He seemed to understand what the hound was saying, and he gave a simple click of his tongue in response. He continued on his way, thinking that he should have asked the woman where he could find the cook he was supposed to reap. Oh well, he would have to find someone else to guide him.

Olivia heard growling and took out two knives,”Whose there?” she said threateningly

"I need a break." Fawn huffed, barging out of the fitting room, still in the wedding dress. The train ripped on the door hinges, and the queen gasped. Fawn kept walking, urging to get to the grove. She turned the corner, and to her surprise saw a three headed dog. "Nice pup!" she smirked and reached to pet the creature. But the dog let off a deep growl, leading Fawn to draw her hand. She saw the owner of the dog staring at her, realizing she was still in a white wedding dress. "I think it is a little too fancy for my taste." she joked to the man, twirling the shredded train.

Out of the corner of her eye, Fawn saw a girl, holding two blades. "Easy there, lady. What's with the knives?"

Thatcher gave the woman with the knifes a dangerous glare, Nike snarling viciously at her. He stroked one of Nike’s heads in a calming way to try and soothe her. He gave a few clicks, some deeper than the others as Nike stilled. “I would put the knives away if I were you, very unlawful to draw a weapon on a Reaper,” he warned. He turned his attention to the other woman who had just approached, arching a brow at the wedding dress. “If I let you pet my hound, will you show me where Ryan Maxwell is? I’m here to reap the cook,” he said in a slow tone.

"Aw, I kinda liked that man. Although, he did serve me buck once. Follow me." Fawn gestured to the golden doors. "Fawn!" the Queen screamed. "Quickly." Fawn added.

Thatcher followed after the young woman. Fawn, the queen had said. Nike growled over her shoulder at the Queen in a warning way. He would address the Queen at a later time. He had no interest in scolding the mortal at the moment when he had important work to manage.

"You are probably wondering about the dress." Fawn continued. "And I don't think you would believe this is what I wear on casual Fridays."

"I am marrying the prince in a week, yay me." Fawn's tone was very sarcastic.

“And you aren’t delighted by that?” Thatcher asked in a level, simple tone. He wasn’t exactly too concerned about the lives of the mortals. But if small talk would pass the time, them so be it.

"Well, going from gods to mortals, isn't the best, is it?" she could tell he saw her as a mortal and she wasn't going to live with that.

Thatcher frowned heavily at the words. “What do you mean by that?” He asked. He considered reaching out to touch her. If he touched her, then he would know practically everything about her. Her name, race, parents… Everything.

"My father is Apollo. God of Nymphs. My mother was one of them. His sister Artemis, didn't like that. Killed my mother, took me in as sorta an entertainment to the gods. I hunted for them, sang for them, transformed for them, seduced them. All the things I was supposed to do as a half nymph demigod. Then the King saw my efforts to capture a dragon and bought me from the gods. I guess Artemis owed him. So now I am some cute little princess that the kingdom uses as a doll."

Thatcher gave a disgusted noise. It wasn’t directed towards Fawn, hutnmroe towards the treatment that she received. “God’s can be terrible. And how is ir that you allow mortals to treat you this way? If I was treated that way, I would have made sure their names popped up on my list.”

"This life is better than chains." Fawn lifted the dress, revealing cuff scars on her ankles. "I wasn't exactly treated fair before this. If they die, then I will have to go back to my rightful owner, Artemis." Her face became serious. Her act of sarcasm dropped. She never told anyone about her scars and she told a mysterious man, a reaper to make it worse, her problems. Quickly, she changed the subject, putting her jokingly smile back on her face. "Where did you get the three headed mutt?"

Name: Zoe Talisi
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Mixed colored eyes, pale-ish skin, with raven black hair that goes past her shoulder.
Race/species: Demigod
Lover: No
Background: You could say shes a robber, a criminal, a poor little child. Others call her insane, mental, and a bit………crazy. Shes known for her wits on the streets and being a ghost. You wouldn't see her coming. Most tell of her beauty, but looks can be deceiving. She was raised as an orphan and had to learn to defend herself. Her father is Hermes, god of mischief and thieves, but you could say she got a blessing from Ares, to be good with any weapon she wields (IDk if this is too op.)
Other: She is skilled with a bow and arrow and is an incredible marksman. Is also fluent in other weapons and shes usually in a disguise, so be careful.

Gah this maid costume sucks. She scolded herself as she took the disguise off and looked around the treasury. There was so many valuables, but she needed to be careful and take what she needed so she scanned around for any traps before proceeding and took what she needed in a sack. So long. She snickered to herself as she put the disguise back on and stashed the valuables in it.

"This life is better than chains." Fawn lifted the dress, revealing cuff scars on her ankles. "I wasn't exactly treated fair before this. If they die, then I will have to go back to my rightful owner, Artemis." Her face became serious. Her act of sarcasm dropped. She never told anyone about her scars and she told a mysterious man, a reaper to make it worse, her problems. Quickly, she changed the subject, putting her jokingly smile back on her face. "Where did you get the three headed mutt?"

Thatcher pursed his lips in thought, glancing over at Nike. “Found her in the woods a few hundred years back. Abandoned, most likely. She happened to be a runt,” he explained, earning what seemed like an affectionate nudge from one of Nike’s three heads.

"She is adorable." Fawn smiled at one of the heads staring at her.