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Cleo Amina Ra

"I love those who smile in the face of trouble." {W.I.P}

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a character in “Beasts And Bloodshed”, as played by .euphoria.

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F U L LXN A M E

      Cleo Amina Ra

N I C KXN A M E S

      None

B L O O DXT Y P E

      Wight

H O M EXT O W N

      Luxor, Egypt

W A YXT OXW A L D R I A

      A compass that she found on the sand in the middle of the two paws of the Great Sphinx of Giza when she was on a school trip to Giza. Whenever she wants to travel to Waldria she has to face it north and mutter an ancient riddle that is written on the back of the compass in holographic.

M Y T H

      Sphinx : All of them are seen as a winged lion with a woman's head she was a woman with the paws, claws and breasts of a lion, a serpent's tail and eagle wings. A unique demon of destruction and bad luck, they are known for being treacherous and merciless. Those who cannot answer its riddle suffer a fate typical in such mythological stories, as they are killed and eaten by this ravenous monster. Or at least the women are. You see the men as told in Egyptian history were and still very much are the more benevolent of the two, but having a ferocious strength similar to the malevolent women and both were thought of as guardians the entrances to temples and the protectors of the Pharaohs and Egypt making them very protective of the girl who tames them.

A G E

      Twenty {20} years old

S E X U A L I T Y

      Heterosexual


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โ€œBetter to be strong than pretty and useless.โ€
โ€• Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels


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H E I G H T

      4'11

W E I G H T

      125 lbs.

H A I RXC O L O R

      Naturally light brown

E Y EXC O L O R

      Strikingly deep, almost ocean blue in her right eye and light brown in her left

S K I NXC O L O R

      Deeply tanned

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      When you think of an average Egyptian woman, you could automatically think of the face of Cleopatra; the tall and skinny, dark skinned, and black haired beauty... Yea, no Cleo's not made that way. This Cleo stands far under most other girls her age at a height of 4'11, and while she may think she's average, she is not just that typical brunette. No child of her family's could really ever be called normal or typical. Especially with their stunning hazel greeb eyes, but like most things Cleo stands out with hers being two completely different colors. One being bright, almost clear color of blue that seem to look into your soul and her left eye being a bright, golden brown that just seems to welcome you. And she is small and might be a little heavier than others her height, but she is far from 'chunky'. Her parents never allowed their children to layabout when they were younger, they were always going some type of sport or activity. For Cleo she spent most of her time outside, exercising since her mother refused to let her big daughter get any bigger, so Amira made the young girl keep her and her legs as toned as possible even with all her curves. Her light brown locks travel down to her mid-back when left down, curly, and natural, and always holds a sort of windswept look if she doesn't take the time to slow down and fix it up. While most days she lets it do whatever it wants, there are other days where she likes to braid it to the side just to keep it out of her way. Her skin while in Egypt was as tan as it could be without her looking orange and has stayed like that for the most part, but since moving she has gotten paler ever so slightly. And with her skin getting paler, her scars become much more noticeable esp. the one running along her stomach diagonal from being hit with her brother's sword. But, if there was anything she hated more about her body then her scars around her body especially the one going down her right arm from the socket to her index finger and the two small ones on her face right above her left eyebrow and at the corner her lips on the right, it would have to be those goddamn freckles that run across her nose and face. She doesn't have a real reason why she hates them other then they make her stand out and makes people stare at her more than she likes.


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โ€œI'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm. And the scars that mark my body. They're silver and gold, my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones. It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.โ€
โ€• Lorde


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
      โœฆ Tough โœง Logical/Level Headed โœฆ Confident โœง Determined/Driven โœฆ
      โœฆ A Dreamer โœง Resilient โœฆ Intelligent โœง A Leader โœฆ
      โœฆ Sarcastic โœง Inept in Romance โœฆ Merciless to Most โœง Overprotective โœฆ
      โœฆ Stubborn/Hardheaded โœง Clever/Cunning โœฆ Closed off โœง Calculating โœฆ

      You know that one person that you had to watch disappear into nothing but, they always hide it behind a strong personality and a smile? That one person who refused to show any signs of pain no matter what? Well, this is the most obvious part of the twenty year old Miss. Ra here. No matter how much her loved ones hate it, she refuses to slow down and take a break for anything. Because, unlike others in her life she has come to the conclusion that she only has so much time and sure it sucks,but everyone only has so much time on this planet before they leave. Hell, for all they know, their life could end later today. And it sucks, like a lot but, instead of throwing a pity party, she wants to do everything she can with her time. Cleo likes to view life as a giant maze and in order to find your way out you have to make twists and turns that may seem absolutely impossible to make at the time but, later down the road she thinks everyone will come to appreciate their choices. Or at least they should. Even those who feel like they made the wrong choice in the moment. All they need to do is stop mopping and being afraid of it and do everything they can to see the beauty in any and every situation and keep moving forward.


      This girl was never or could never be just one thing, she not just this reckless, hardcore, stubborn girl or this determined, amazing 'role model'. She's those and much, much more. To some, she comes off as adventurous, driven and tough girl, the one who knows basically everything about training and the animal she can tame. Never showing an ounce of weakness. And knows exactly what she wants to do in her life and how she's going to reach it. To others, she's the calculating, vindictive, and overall stubborn sphinx trainer, unable feel any empathy for others. And is willing to do close to anything to go to the top and be the best. And is one who will never admit she's wrong or that she needs help. The girl who doesn't like to admit that she can't do what everyone else does. Cleo is very true to the way she was raised. She's as passionate, protective, strong, and determined to prove herself to the world as her mother. A woman who even though she was married never let a man or anyone for that matter, dictate and control her and her decisions. But, she is also level headed, protective, cynical, and a natural born leader just like her father. She likes to think that people can be better than they believe if they just pushed themselves a little harder. But, with that said she is a very, very, very tough girl and in some cases, she's far too tough than she should be. She doesn't just push people to their limit, oh no sometimes she pushes them to their edge, believing that people can always be better and some people are just too weak to see it that way. But, that doesn't just apply to other people, she's no hypocrite. She harsher and tougher on herself more than anyone just like her parents were on her and her brothers. Always pushing herself harder and harder no matter what injuries they have just because they have been taught to never show weakness and vulnerability.


      Yet, while she is a spitting image of her mother in appear there is something that differs between Mr. and Mrs. Ra and their only daughter. They are a very cynical, overly protective, and pessimistic pair. They never wanted to see the good and the beauty of people, which Cleo understands. But, what she doesn't understand is them never wanting to see the beauty in the world around them, seeing it more as a... danger filled mess. And that has only gotten worst when they have seen Waldria and the 'monsters' that inhabit it. They see her Sphinxes as monsters and evil 'things', as they put it that can never be tamed just along with every other creature in Waldria. Which is the main reason, Cleo and her parents refuse to speak to one another as of the moment. They want her to just leave and never return but, what they don't get is that their little spitfire needs these creatures much more than they need her. Even if she doesn't want to admit it. She's dependent on them, she needs them to make her feel like she has a purpose and one day when the two lands finally connect she'll prove to her parents that she knows what she's doing with these beautiful things.


      She loves to dream. The young girl loves to believe that if she wants to do something then maybe, just maybe.... she can actually do it. Some people believe that she is a little.... out there and naive because of this and maybe she is but, hey that's her. Along with this, she's an idealist who loves and always pursue high hopes, and dreams, and goals. Never shooting down another person's dreams no matter what they are... Unless they're really stupid but, trust me she'll let it be known what her opinion is. Again like her mother, she is optimistic while also being a bit bitchy, sue her; But the way she sees it it's better to feel everything and think everything is possible than to feel nothing at all and that every situation is what it is and you can't flip it around into a good thing. It makes her believe that, there's a light at the end of every tunnel. And everyone has a good side along with a bad side, sometimes you just have to look a bit harder to find it. This fact leads her to sometimes think too much, a habit she's been trying to break. But, for the last twenty years it has not been able to be broken. Not that she has tried as hard as she could to 'fix' it.


      But, with every good thing there are bad things. Even with our little Miss. Mulan here. While she is adventurous, she can also be seen as a calculating and sarcastic villain to be depending on who they are. She's got a sharp tongue, and is always ready with a quick comment or a sarcastic quip. One who is not above backstabbing a 'friend' or more so, an ally if she thinks it'll help get what she wants. And even though her parents have taught her better than this, she sees the looming war that may happen in Waldria and she'll be damned before getting killed because she tries to win 'Friend of the Year'. While she's a passionate leader type, she is a very aggressive, obsessive, competitive and overall bad sore loser. She, from birth has been taught that anything but number one isn't an option and if she accepts it her parents obviously haven't trained her good enough. And with that, she has always hated to lose or even thinking about losing no matter what it is. Losing someone in her life included, no kidding. If she holds you close she will never let you go until she's forced to. And if she does lose or show weakness, she will obsesses about it and think about it nonstop and keep herself, her body, and the Sphinxes on a strict schedule until she actually comes back to Earth or... Waldria, I guess and think about the loss logically like an actually person and not some sort of cyborg. But, with the 'cyborg mode' comes a very intelligent and controlled young woman. She, right after she gets back to normal has more control over her emotions and judgments than at any other time. She will think about possible outcomes.


      While she's a attractive and rather charismatic woman (She has her moments) she is rather inept and clueless in any aspect of romance and men in general. She never realizes when someone is flirting with her only because her mind is always on something more important like herself or more than anything, the Sphinxes and when someone doesn't attempt to, she just shrugs it off without a second thought only to think about to it weeks down the roads and ask herself, "Where they flirting with me?" Yes, yes they were but, by that time she's thinks it's too late and goes back to normal only to repeat the cycle. And in all honesty, she is probably the most hopeless when it comes to flirting back with the mixture of her English being on the level of a fifth grader and her lack to be a 'normal' girl she always ends up doing something wrong at least in her eyes. And her last major flaw is while she's merciless and loving (to animals), she's terrified of failure. See, everyone has their Achilles' heel and this, my dear is Cleo Amina Ra's. She has these dreams and devotions to see the most beautiful places on Earth, or to be the best in almost every aspect of life, proving her parents and the 'good people' of Waldria wrong that all the creatures in Waldria can be okay with the human world. And what if she doesn't reach them? What if she's wrong? What if they just become fantasies in the back of her mind and she's left regretting her decisions in life like an elderly woman who thinks back in her life? She's terrified of regretting life and her decisions more than anything else even though she thinks before she acts, she still feels like it might be wrong which is the main reason why she hasn't devoted herself to one side or another in Waldria.


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โ€œLife will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.โ€
โ€• Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP


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L I K E S

      โœฆTraining and Exercising โœง Family and Loyalty... Yes, her family does apply โœฆCombat โœงLeadership, Order, and Control โœฆThe Outdoors : The Night : Moonlit Walks โœง Music and Watching People Dance {She's doesn't dance} โœฆ Earth and Waldria โœง Adventure and Adrenaline Rushes โœฆ Getting A Rise Out of Someone โœง Sphinxes โœฆ Humming to Herself โœง Camping Under The Stars โœฆ Being The Best and Winning โœง Smirking and Sarcasm โœฆ Movies W/ Strong Female Leads โœง Mythology โœฆThe Summer and Heat โœง Marvel Comics โœฆ Training the Sphinxes โœง Proving People Wrong โœฆ Winning Arguments โœง Sword fighting

D I S L I K E S

      โœฆ When She Lets Her Anger Take Over โœง Maniac Pixie Dream Girls and Damsels in Distress w/ a Passion โœฆ Losing and Asking For Help โœง Pointless Arguments โœฆ Men Touching Her or Flirting With Her {She doesn't know they're flirting, she just thinks they're up to something.} โœง Fast and Fried Food โœฆ Low Expectations โœง Close Minded People โœฆ Smoking, Alcohol, and anything that 'poisons' the body โœง Stereotypes โœฆ Being Compared to People โœง Sitting Still For a Long Time and Being In One Place For a While โœฆ Hyperactive, annoying People โœง Smug/Sarcastic Comments That Outwit Hers โœฆ Awkward Situations โœง Being Proven Wrong โœฆ Telling Others About Her Home Life โœง People Mocking Her


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โ€œNo matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.โ€
โ€• Cinderella, Cinderella


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H O B B I E S

      โœฆCombat and Sword fighting - Her father taught her from a young age hand to hand combat and how to get her opponent down and how to keep them down. While her mother taught her how to fight with various weapons, one being the sword. She taught her how to surprise her opponent and how to get them off guard time and time again.
      โœงTraining - In any sense of the word, whether she's training herself to get better or she's training the Sphinxes to teach them who's really in charge.
      โœฆRiddles - Her creature rely on riddles meaning she spends a lot of time on them in order to never mess one up knowing that if she was to mess up, the Sphinx would kill her without a second thought.
      โœงBeing Outside, Exploring - It's peaceful to her, just walking about finding out things about Waldria that most wouldn't sense people are always in a hurry.

T A L E N T S

      โœฆCombat and Sword Fighting - Her father taught her from a young age hand to hand combat and how to get her opponent down and how to keep them down. While her mother taught her how to fight with various weapons, one being the sword. She taught her how to surprise her opponent and how to get them off guard time and time again.
      โœงDiscipline and Control - She is a very disciplined young lady, over herself and others. She refuses to let her anger and emotions get the best of her and refuses to stop just because she is getting tired or is bored of training. And with the Sphinxes, she doesn't play around. While the males are quick to control, the women are much harder but, she refuses to have some creature treat her like she's their bitch. She knows exactly how to take control of most, if not all situations without having to lose her cool... Most times anyway.
      โœฆFlexible and Agile - Because of years of pushing her body to brink and years of gymnastics training because of her mother. She is one who can get herself out of any kind of situation no matter what the terrain is, she can get through any type of hurdle that could stand in her way with ease.
      โœงLevel headed and Impartial - While she has yet to take a side, that hasn't stop people from both sides to come to her for advice seeing that she has excellent emotion control and can keep her emotions and opinions out of most, not all discussions.
      โœฆReally High Pain Tolerance - From the look of it, you would think that Cleo enjoys the pain but, she doesn't. She's not the girl from Fifty Shades of Grey, in all honesty she hates the pain but, as said by her parents 'Weakness is for the weak'. And after years of building up her body and pain tolerance for most pain, she is able to hold it in for a long time before finally buckling under the pain.
      โœงSarcasm - Most people think she's a snarky bitch... Nope, she's just a sarcastic and smug bitch.

F L A W S

      โœฆClosed Off and Unemotional - After years of being told that emotions and weakness is for the weak, you soon find yourself not being able to be sympathetic towards people for some reason... Who knows? But, anyways, she is not the first one people come to for a shoulder to cry one since she'll tell them to stop bitching and crying and move on.
      โœงThe Bottom of her Neck - Every since Cleo was born this has been a weak spot on her body, she refuses to tell anyone since she feels like they may use it against her but, if hit in the bottom of her neck it paralyzes her for a moment. Which may not seem like a lot but, someone can do a lot of damage in a minute.
      โœฆAwkward - Whenever she tries to be 'normal', like have a normal conversation with someone not doing with Waldria or talk to someone who she may see as attractive, she gets a bit awkward. She fumbles on her English, might drop things if she has anything in her hands, and forget to finish her sentences.
      โœงStubborn - And when I say stubborn, I mean overly stubborn, she refuses to get help from others no matter what it is. She refuses to admit that she can't handle something because in her eyes it seems weak and she will fight until the very end to convince someone that she can handle anything.

F E A R S

      โœฆAtychiphobia and Kakorrhaphiophobia - {Fear of Failure and Defeat} : I don't know if it has hit you, but Cleo's biggest fear is failure and regret. She doesn't want to let her parents down even though they're already disappointed in her refuses to leave Waldria for good. But, she knows it's just them being stubborn like her. What she really fears is failing so bad that they want nothing to do with her.
      โœงDishabiliophobia - {Fear of undressing in front of someone} : No real backstory to be honest, she just hates the scars on her body and doesn't want anyone else to see them and ask how she got them.


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โ€œThe past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.โ€
โ€• Rafiki, The Lion King


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F A M I L YX&XS I G N I F I C A N TXF I G U R E S

H I S T O R Y
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O T H E R
      Fแด€แด„แด‡ CสŸแด€ษชแด โœฆ Lindsay Morgan

      Pแดส€แด›ส€แด€สแด‡แด… Bส โœง BleedingLover

      โ’ธโ“„โ“…โ“Žโ“‡โ’พโ’ผโ’ฝโ“‰ โ“Œโ’ถโ“‡โ“ƒโ’พโ“ƒโ’ผ

      character basic form ยฉ aurei
      modified form เชฝเซฎเซจฮ‘
      modified form for this roleplay : BleedingLover


So begins...

Cleo Amina Ra's Story

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Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Ramona Marlowe Character Portrait: Cleo Amina Ra

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L O C A T I O N : Luxor, Egypt => The forest, Waldria

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"You know, you cannot hide from mama and papa forever." Cleo's eldest brother, Ammon stated to his sister in their native tongue of Arabic as he leaned against the door frame of the young lady's room in their house. Cleo was only listening to him particularly as she had her mind on packing and getting back to Waldria. "Cleo!" Cleo rolled her eyes and groaned as she reluctantly looked towards the older man. "I know! Okay, I know! And I am not hiding from them. I just do not wish to speak to them." The young girl admitted as she turned her attention back to her small backpack. "Why not? We're family..-- You can't just shut them out." Cleo didn't need to be lectured, esp. by her brother who frankly tried to be a father more than a brother. "I am not shutting them out. But, as long as they want me to leave Waldria... I cannot be around them. Sorry." Ammon sighed as he shook his head, watching his sister sling the bag over her shoulder before fixing the red scarf covering her the entirety of her head except her face. "What's so amazing about that place anyway? By the the way you act you would believe that it is heaven. Is it that pale boy of yours? What is his name again? Eric, Fredrick, Ury--.."

"You mean Ulfrik? No! No, no, no, no. My decision on staying is not based on a friend of mine, esp. a friend who is a little boy." She didn't even face him as she spoke, she just kept walking out of their small apartment and down the stairs of the building. "Isn't he a year younger than you or something?" Ammon asked with a smirk on his face which only made Cleo roll her eyes. "Regardless! The reason I stay in Waldria is not because of a person. It's the creatures," She admitted as she turned towards him only to see him throw his hands up in frustration as he rolled his eyes. Ever since she found that damn compass and went into that dimension it was always; the sphinxes this, the sphinxes that. As if they somewhat had taken over her life and in all honesty... They did. "Look whether you, or mama, or papa like it or not, they need me! Okay, they need me there a lot more than you need me here. I actually have a purpose other than be a tough housewife! I know my future if I stay here, it's just like mama. I stay in this house until they find a man for me to marry who will try and control me and spend the rest of my days as a housewife and mother who can fight. And I'll be damned before I accept that fate, Ammon!"

Ammon couldn't even disagree, it was no surprise what her future was if she stayed here. They raised their daughter to be tough but, at the end of the day she was still a young girl who need a man to 'guild' her through life. "Okay, fine. Whatever, maybe you're right," Cleo raised an eyebrow, already knowing she was right. "Of course, I'm right. I--.."

"Let me finish! Maybe you're right, then leave. Leave Luxor, go somewhere else. Hell go to America for all I care! But, please just stay on Earth, stay where we can find you." She could hear the begging in her brother's voice, but she couldn't stay here. She knew where she was needed and it wasn't here. She didn't even say a word as she turned back around and started walking in the vacant, dessert like backyard of their complex. Cleo reached in her bag for her compass back to Waldria, having her guard up feeling like her brother might try something to keep her there even if it was only a while. But, nope. All he did was look at her with the same puppy dog emotion hoping that for once Cleo would have a heart and actually do something someone asked her to do.

She couldn't even bare to look at him as she set the compass facing North. She sighed as she turned back towards her brother who was just looking at the ground. "Tell everyone, I said hi." Ammon scoffed. "Hi? You're leaving us for some freaks of nature and all you want me to say to your family, your blood is--.. is 'hi'?! Cleo, you obviously don't get how twisted that sounds." Cleo shrugged. "I know how it sounds. I do but, I'm needed there, they need me--.."

[b]"I'm pretty sure, you need them more than they need you."
And with that, he walked away. Talking to Cleo was like talking to a wall nothing could make her change what she thought. She, at this point was infuriated! He didn't understand, no 'normal person' would understand. And she wasn't about to waste her breath trying to explain why she needed to be in Waldria. She turned back to the compass to make sure it was facing North before reciting the spell to make her teleport back to Waldria.

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In a moment, she was no longer in the dry, hot air but no in the forest of Waldria. When she was settled, she scoffed as she snatched the compass off of the ground and into her bag. She didn't even know where to go she was so irritated. It was good thing she could hear Ulfrik's ever so recognizable, smart ass sounding voice. She rolled her eyes as she decided to start walking in the direction she heard his voice. As she moved through the foliage, she could see him talking to... someone... "Great, at least I know he hasn't completely lost his mind."

She thought to herself. But who was he talking to? Right before the other person turned away, Cleo saw her face and raised an eyebrow. She waited until the odd girl completely disappeared into the forest before walking up to her closest friend with confused, but very funny looking look on her face as she removed her red headscarf.

"What was that about? And why are you inviting her into your home?" She asked him before going up on her tiptoes to feel his forehead. "Are you having... Shit. What is it? Um. Memory lost, that is it. Are you having memory lost? Because how many times have I told you she cannot be trusted?" It wouldn't be the first time she told him about how she felt like Ramona couldn't be trusted. She just seemed cunning, underhanded, and a wildcard. Cleo didn't deal with wildcards well, hell she barely dealt with Ulfrik well.

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Character Portrait: Percival Greymane Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Ramona Marlowe Character Portrait: Lee Chen Su Character Portrait: Apollo Decesare Character Portrait: Cleo Amina Ra

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While flipping through page after page of ancient kings and queens was insipid to some peoples' senses, he considered it a luxury. Already nearing the end of the book, he turned to the page before the last. There in black ink was written King Percival Greymane. Not Percy himself, but the original king from whom he was named. He was said to be an astounding, benevolent ruler. The elves had always told him stories of his great accomplishments. Many years ago, a radical dragon tamer swept across the land, burning small villages and houses in an attempt to claim the dimension for his own. Percy's grandfather had stabbed a sword through that man's heart, sending him down to the depths of a deep, dark cliff. Still to this day, the elves could not find the dead man's body. It was lost...swept off the face of Waldria. Something Percy was afraid would happen to him if he didn't keep a good eye on Ulfrik...

With a placid face, he let his eyes wander done to the bottom of the page. He smiled when he found Percival Greymane III. What a surprise! But wait...what were those words next to his name? He took a closer look...

And then out of nowhere, the sound of an unsheathed blade filled the air.

Percival looked up and gave a short gasp in surprise as he gazed upon a man around his age, a long, deadly katana blade in his hands. It was being aimed directly at his chest. Nonplussed, he raised his hands, dropping the heavy book he had been holding. It landed onto the ground without a loud thud.

It was hard to tell whether this person was scowling in defensive anger, or just stunned and afraid. "Who are you?! Where am I?!" he questioned, his gaze unfaltering.

Percival tried to think of the right thing to say. He didn't completely know this person. He didn't know his motivations, where he came from. One wrong move, and this stranger could carve him like a cake. So this time, he decided to play it safe and be cordial. If things got messy, he could always just wrap his hands around the dagger in his back pocket...

Percy glanced at the katana again. Wait a minute...perhaps he did know this person. Or at least know of him...

"Are you of any relation to Lisa Seoung-Su, the swordswoman and kitsune tamer?" he asked. He began to give a small grin as he continued. "She's a good woman, Miss Seoung-Su. Very talented in what she does. Or at least the elves have been saying so for ages."

He turned around and headed towards the direction of the book he had dropped. "If you are wondering where you are," he said while gradually lifting it from the ground, "you've just found yourself in the Kingswood, about half a mile away from the castle."

He blew off the dirt and grass from the book's old cover, and extended a firm hand towards the young man. "And if you're wondering who I am, my name is Percival Greymane. The castle, as a matter of fact, is where I reside."

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What an asshole. What an absolute jerk asshole. Of course, she didn't know for sure whether or not he was actually an asshole, but she just had that...feeling. That stupid intuition she got whenever she could compare someone's gait to that of a proud, condescending lion. Of course she knew Ulfrik Greymane. Who didn't know Ulfrik Greymane? He was the talk of the whole town. (Or rather, the talk of the whole dimension.) However, that didn't give him the right to pronounce his name to her like it was a sin if she didn't know it.

Still, that thing he had invited her to...she didn't want to admit it, but it was enticing. She didn't want to go for the socializing. She didn't want to go for the food or drinks or whatever happened at stupid parties. No, Ramona wanted to attend the event to learn more about this enigmatic man - this mysterious Ulfrik Greymane. He was practically starting a silent war in Waldria. If she went to this thing he was hosting, she'd have the oppurtunity to learn every trick up his sleeve. She'd learn whether or not he was serious about this myths-migrating-to-earth shit. That was more tempting than the prospect of meeting new people and getting drunk over wine. He was a prince, after all. Surely he had a taste for the expensive, exquisite things...

Suddenly, she heard another rustling sound and noises of guttural laughter. Quickly stopping in her tracks, Ramona pressed herself against the nearest tree, and stealthily glanced behind her. Much to her chagrin, the source of the sounds came from two dark-skinned orcs trudging through the dirt, legs and carcasses of dead game carried on their backsides.

"He says we 'ave to 'unt he says! Why can't we jus' piss around like 'em other lazy-arsed pricks back at camp?" said one.

"I dunno, but I'm tired of doin' 'is dirty work for 'em! You wanna hunt, go hunt ch'self!" said the other.

Ramona didn't want any trouble. They had weapons, and if they saw her, they would use them. Plus, orcs, with their gigantic size, were probably a lot stronger than she was. It wasn't worth taking her chances. So when they sat down to munch at the lifeless rabbit carcasses they had just killed, she figured it was time to silently sneak past them. They were busy in their meals, not in the wilderness around them.

Out of their sight, she snuck behind tree after tree. She could hear them speaking again. "Rabbit an' deer, rabbit an' deer, isn't 'ere anythin' better in these woods?" Good - now that they were both distracted by their food and locked in chit-chat, she could move a bit faster. So that's what she did. Ramona picked up the pace a bit...

...and then cringed as a twig just below her feet made a loud snapping sound.

It was as though time froze for a second. Instantly, both orcs turned in her direction. Milliseconds later, their ugly faces contorted into furious scowls.

"OI!" shouted one, "WHAT'S 'IS HUMAN DOIN' 'ERE?"

They picked up their weapons and started to approach her with thick strides. "Hasn't your mama taught 'ya to not intrude on conversations?" said the other. He gave an evil, derisive laugh. In return, Ramona sent an arrow flying towards his face. However, after he quickly evaded its path by flanking left, she knew she was as dead as the meat he had chomped on just seconds beforehand.

Trying to seperate herself from the malevolent monsters, she began to sprint wildly. At first, the creatures' gain on her seemed to be fading. And then all of a sudden, a solid sock to the face sent her flying, and made the insides of her skull ring in excruciating pain. Seeing stars and writhing as she attempted to get back up, Ramona inspected the face of a third orc towering over her. He grinned with a terrifying look in his eyes. She had not seen him in her haste, and now he had caught her.

She heard the other two orcs guffaw in cruel delight. "Come on lass!" she heard before being dragged by her feet across the forest floor. The taste of mud and gravel filled her mouth, while pointy twigs poked at her skin. She kicked and grunted as she tried to break free, but it was no use; the grip of these creatures was known to be much too strong.

The smell of burnt wood, decay, and other disgusting odors filled her nostrils. Clearly, she was in a camp. An orc camp, no doubt. She thought she was in trouble before...now she was in really deep water.

The dragging stopped. The three creatures made her kneel, one gripping her right arm, one gripping her left, and the last pressing a makeshift dagger to her neck. Despite its look, it was far from dull. Already Ramona could feel the painful scratch of the blade against her trembling veins.

"Look what we foun' wanderin' about!" said the barbaric orc gripping her left arm as he addressed the entire camp. "Spyin' on us, she was!"

She looked up to find a man with grotesque, skeleton-like tattoos that were just as frightening as the terrifying myths holding her down. If not for his masculine physique, she would have easily mistaken him for one of them.

Ramona stared at him with hypnotic, intense, brazen eyes and remained as still as a board. Right now, he had the strings of her fate wrapped around his branded fingers, and she did not want him pulling them.




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"What was that about? And why are you inviting her into your home?"

He felt a warm, familiar hand press against his stony forehead, and produced a smirk as well as endearing grey eyes as he gazed down upon the elusive Cleo Amina Ra. She was a driven girl. A very driven girl. Some even claimed that she was too driven, preaching that her short stature was the source of a Napoleon complex of sorts. However, where others saw her determined disposition as a problem, Ulfrik saw it as an inspiration.

"Are you having... Shit. What is it? Um..." she mused, her light brown skin gleaming in the sunlight like a freshly-minted copper penny. "Memory lost, that is it. Are you having memory lost? Because how many times have I told you she cannot be trusted?"

He chuckled, giving her a smile and an empathetic reply. "Cleo, you know I dislike that filthy redneck bitch as much as the next guy," he said, "but unfortunatley, if we're going to liberate the myths from Waldria, we're going to need every tamer on our side, even if we don't neccesarily like them..."

He took a step closer to her and enveloped his hands around her beautiful red headscarf, fiddling around with the fabric as he continued. "Dragons are very powerful creatures, and as we all know, Ramona Marlowe is in total control of them. Let's wind back the clocks for a sec..." Ulfrik paused as if beginning to narrate a story he had told a million times before. "Many moons ago, a revolutionary named Kegan the Conqueror swept across the land on the backs of his dragons, ransacking every village, fortress, forest, and camp until almost all of Waldria was completely devoured in his flames. He would have almost taken the entire dimension for himself if not for my grandfather, who famously killed him on the edge of a cliff."

He then gently took the headscarf from her hand, draped it over her head, and began to gently fasten it as he kept bantering. "Now, Ramona Marlowe may not be as smart as you, or as beautiful as you, and definitely not as strong as you," he said with a smug smile, his chin raised confidently, "but if we're going to make an impression on my dear brother, Percival, then we are going to have to threaten him with the horrifying possibility of history repeating itself. We are going to need all of the help we can get."

Finished fixing the headscarf on Cleo, he put both of his sturdy hands on her shoulders, completely eliminating the space between them. He gazed at her compellingly. "I need to ask a favor of you," he whispered, his voice lowering an octave to show that he was serious. "I'm going to be busy a couple minutes from now, and the task might last many hours. I need you to spread the word that I'm holding a get-together at my humble abode this afternoon. The more tamers who come, the more our cause will thrive. Can you do that for me?" he asked Cleo with a charming simper.

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L O C A T I O N : The forest, Waldria

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Cleo looked annoyed as Ulfrik looked down at her with the goddamn smile and it only got more annoyed when he started speaking. "Cleo, you know I dislike that filthy redneck bitch as much as the next guy," She raised her eyebrows as she crossed her arms across her chest. "But unfortunately, if we're going to liberate the myths from Waldria, we're going to need every tamer on our side, even if we don't necessarily like them..." [/b] Cleo took a deep breath out as she continued to look at him as he moved his hands to the headscarf in her hand. "Dragons are very powerful creatures, and as we all know, Ramona Marlowe is in total control of them. Let's wind back the clocks for a sec..."

"You really do not need to do that, I know the story." But, of course he started the story she had heard enough times once more. She blinked slowly as she released a sigh. "Many moons ago, a revolutionary named Kegan the Conqueror swept across the land on the backs of his dragons, ransacking every village, fortress, forest, and camp until almost all of Waldria was completely devoured in his flames. He would have almost taken the entire dimension for himself if not for my grandfather, who famously killed him on the edge of a cliff." As he continued to speak about the dragons, Cleo let her arms fall to herself as she tapped her foot with a smirk on her face, hoping he would get the hint. But then again, Ulfrik could never take a hint. But, he did know exactly how to surprise the girl as he reached on for her headscarf only to begin putting it back on her.

Which to some extent she saw as sweet, but she also saw it as annoying. She wore it in her home to show respect for the religion she still held but, here she had other things on her mind then wearing a headscarf that would only bring more attention to her. "Now, Ramona Marlowe may not be as smart as you, or as beautiful as you, and definitely not as strong as you," Cleo smirk turned into a smug half smile as she nudged her head about in a confident as if she already knew the things he was saying were true. Did she really think so? Not necessarily; Cleo knew nothing about the girl other than her name and how shady she seemed but, she knew herself pretty well. And she was a girl who was not even five feet off the ground but still weighted more than most of the women taller than her and she had a child's education. "The first two are very debatable." She said softly with her smirk still on her face as she looked up at her friend. So. yes the first two things were debatable, but her being stronger was no competition. And people who actually knew the short girl knew. "But if we're going to make an impression on my dear brother, Percival, then we are going to have to threaten him with the horrifying possibility of history repeating itself. We are going to need all of the help we can get." Cleo chuckled as she shook her head with a smirk.

When he had finished putting her headscarf back on and moved his hands to her shoulders, bringing the two closer than usual Cleo looked both ways to the woods before letting her eyes turn back to the man right in front of her. She then saw the look on his smug little face and sighed. "What do you need now, your highness?"


"I need to ask a favor of you. I'm going to be busy a couple minutes from now, and the task might last many hours. I need you to spread the word that I'm holding a get-together at my humble abode this afternoon. The more tamers who come, the more our cause will thrive. Can you do that for me?" She wanted to be irritated, honesty but she couldn't help but roll her eyes and continue with her sarcasm. "Fine, but you own me a favor if I ever ask for assitantce," That day was never going to come, she would let herself get harmed before asking/begging for anyone's help even Ulfrik. No, especially Ulfrik. Right before walking off, Cleo put her thumb under his chin with a stoic look on her face with only the tips of her lips curving into a smirk once more. I am nothing more than a messenger to you now days." She said before removing her finger from under his chin and fixing the scarf on her head to cover all of her free flowing hair, even the front. The older girl started to walk away before turning back to her friend before disappearing into the woods. "If I get killed by a myth or caught by your brother, it is on you." Cleo pointed at Ulfrik before walking into the woods to fulfill his little favor.

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Character Portrait: Percival Greymane Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Lysa Martell Character Portrait: Ramona Marlowe Character Portrait: Clarissa Rivers Character Portrait: Lee Chen Su Character Portrait: Apollo Decesare Character Portrait: Cleo Amina Ra

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Cleo, as expected, rolled her sharp eyes and made a sarcastic retort. "Fine, but you owe me a favor if I ever ask for assitantce," she said. The girl slipped a finger underneath his chin, and as she gave him the slightest smirk, his hypnotic gaze remained unwavering.

"I am nothing more than a messenger to you now days." she said, fixing the red scarf around her head while sauntering in the opposite direction. He gave a short chuckle. "Nowadays, it's better to be a messenger to me than nothing." Ulfrik smiled, his arms crossed. Cleo just pointed at him with one slender finger. It was like she was aiming a gun at his chest. "If I get killed by a myth or caught by your brother," she said, "it is on you."

He walked up to her as though no threat she could make would possibly penetrate the thickness of his rough skin. With a gentle hand, he lowered hers, making that fierce finger of hers aim towards the ground. He wasn't trying to domesticate her, but rather make a point sharper than the one she had trained at his chest.

"You won't experience either of those things." he said. He meant those words completely. Cleo was tough to beat. There was fire in her eyes and at the edge of her fists as well. A warrior through and through. Death or his darling brother would not get the best of her.

"And just so you know," he added as an afterthought before walking away, "You actually do mean something to me. It's just that you are too blind by your own ambition to see it..."

And with that, he gave her one last smirk and a wave, saying a simple "See ya," before holding a tiny looking glass up to his eye and instantly disappearing from view.




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He gave an inaudible sigh of relief as the man lowered his katana blade and promptly sheathed it. His fight-or-flight instinct had dissipated, however, his suspicion had not. He still gazed upon Percival as though he were a bull about to charge. Fear was easy to erase. Suspicion, however, was not. But as the man picked up his bags and gave a nod, the king was surprised to find that his choice of words had actually worked.

"Sorry about the whole thing that just happen." the man mumbled. Percival smiled. "It's quite alright," he said, "not the first time a swordsman's pointed his weapon at my chest."

Suddenly, before the two could go their seperate ways, a snapping sound echoed throughout the entire, and almost instantly, the man beside him reacted. "Did you hear something?" he asked. Percival's instincts told him that the source of the noise probably came from a small animal or a tiny gust of wind. At least that was until he heard, "Ow! Son of a bitch!" coming from farther into the wood.

And again, the man beside him grew suspicious and threatening. "We know that you're there?! Come out or I'll make you come out!" he yelled, practically chucking his bags down to the ground and putting a stony hand on the edge of his katana.

His lip pressed against his tongue in thought, Percy stepped past the man, following his intuition as he sought out the voice's owner. He looked high and low, remembering the direction in which upon the sound had caught his ear. There, next to the darkness of a slanted tree, stood a petite, dainty woman with her hand clutched upon her forehead. Percival inspected the broken tree branch near her feet, and immediately understood the entire story. Clearly, she was in pain.

He ran up to her, bending his knees a bit in order to examine the possible bump on her head. Now that he was closer to her, the young woman's olive skin, crystal-clear complexion, and scar on the back of her right hand all became visible to him.

"Are you alright miss?" he asked politely. A gentleman like no other, he was planning to stay with her until he knew that she was not suffering from a concussion.

But then ten chimes tolled from the castle bells swaying in the distance, and Percival bit his lip with apprehension. He had to leave now, or he was going to be late. And if he was late, well...

Before he turned to face the katana man, the young king saw the figure of a golden-haired girl approaching from the distance. From this far, he couldn't tell who she was, but perhaps she could be of assistance in his absence if the man couldn't tend to the woman's wounds.

"I have to go," he quickly said to him, "take her to the castle if she needs help. If the guards give you trouble, just say, mellon nikerym. It's elvish. They'll understand."

He then gave a huge wave to the girl in the distance in an attempt to draw her attention. He pivoted back to the man. His hooded eyes were so intense, it was as if their glance could give an electric shock.

"Promise me you will not leave her here or enrage her pain. Thanks for your help. I hope to see you again."

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Justice or mercy? She watched this man's every tilt. Every twitch. She tried to grab the future before the future grabbed her. His eyes seemed stoic. Cold. Stubborn. Perhaps his wretchedness was only skin-deep. Perhaps these creatures were only children who had gotten ahead of themselves. They were gripping her forearms so tightly, that she couldn't feel her veins. Nevertheless, the blood inside her was boiling.

And then, like a speeding bullet piercing through silence's thin throat, he gave a shrill, childlike, painfully psychotic chuckle, and languidly began to approach her.

Fuck.

He was choosing justice, but not the preferable kind. In fact, he was probably going to choose the tainted kind.

His inked face just inches away from hers, he put a chilling finger to her chin. She cringed lightly, and gave a low growl as he turned her face to meet his. As he gazed upon her, she tried not to cough - for his skin smelled like cigarette smoke and the stench of hard liquor. An odor she hadn't breathed in years. She had almost forgotten what it tasted like.

โ€œWell then," he said, "a spy canโ€™t go unpunished. What do you think we should do, guys?โ€ As the orcs gave hoots, hollers, and other foolish thoughts, Ramona grimaced at the tattooed man, her jaw locked in strength. Her eyes repeated you son of a bitch over and over again while she gazed into his eyes. Fortunately, he was staring at her with the same wolfish intensity as well, so she was sure her message would be received. He sat there like a child entertained in front of a television set. It was interesting, but not in the good way. He'd look even more interesting once she was able to get a good sock at his nose.

One of the orcs, unsurprisingly, offered the suggestion of eating her. More cigarette smoke flew her way, and this time, the miasma was stronger. She was forced to give a raspy cough. Its sound filled the air and she jerked foward, making the creatures tighten their grip on her bruised skin. Now her lungs were feeling the same amount of pressure as her arms. Forget about her neck; she was sure there was already a bit of blood dripping down already. Greasy tendrils of hair fell in her face like weeds. She had always been a beautiful mess, but this time, she was only the unfortunate latter.

"Hand me that dagger,โ€ he suddenly said. Ramona closed her eyes and gave a grunt as she struggled to get away. This was it. She knew what was coming next. But when she looked up at the man again, she was surprised to find that he snatched the blade away in a seemingly careless manner. Clearly, he wasn't planning on using it. โ€œSheโ€™s in a camp with ten or so orcs, she wonโ€™t be getting away.โ€ he preached.

Now that there was no pressure on her neck, she was able to breathe completely again. In response, she exhaled, giving another small grunt. The veins in her neck were bulging just a tiny bit. This was getting absolutely ridiculous.

โ€œThereโ€™s a bit of a problem with your idea," said the tattooed tamer to the orc who had suggested eating her. "You see, sheโ€™s a very important person in Waldria, and if you kill her, that blood is on my hands.โ€

Important? Important?

She squinted and furrowed both of her thick brows. "The hell you talkin' about? she replied in her usual deep, raspy voice. It was coarse and rough, as if too much moonshine had destroyed its former purity.

โ€œWe donโ€™t havta eat โ€˜er then. It was justa suggestion. Yer the boss.โ€ said one of the orcs with visible concern. The horrid tamer's eyebrows rose as he nodded. โ€œThat is the smartest thing to ever come out of your ugly mouth,โ€ he snickered as he stuck the blade into the tree next to him. With the way the orc next to him grunted, it landed too close for his comfort. The girl sighed. This man was a lunatic. An absolute lunatic.

He crouched next to Ramona again, smiling. โ€œRamona, isnโ€™t it? Iโ€™ll apologize on behalf of my lackeys, they donโ€™t know any better. Stupid brutes, if anything. But what was the dragon tamer doing so close to an orc encampment, shouldnโ€™t you know better?โ€

She nodded and gave a mock smile. "Shouldn't you know how to treat guests with more respect?"

She broke away from the orcs, stood up, and marched up to him, crouching down next to his figure in a similar derogatory way. Her frame was strong. She was a tank of power. There was a hurricane in her eyes. "I don't know what kinda shit you were talkin' about before with me being goddamn important and all, because that's the farthest thing from the truth I've heard in a long, long while. But all I know is that if you ain't gonna kill me, then I ain't stayin here. And you ain't keepin' me here like a prisoner. I ain't gonna be anyone's bitch hostage," she spat. "So I'm gonna piss off now, and you and your goddamn lackeys are gonna do yourselves the pleasure of watchin' me walk away."

She turned on her boot heels, and picked up the bow and quiver of arrows that were littered on the ground below. She gave one last look at the man as she walked backwards, and then turned around, approaching the camp's exit. She wrapped her fingers tightly around her weapon. She was almost safe, but she knew that at any moment, she could easily fall back into danger.