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Theodore Herrick

I created myself and I'll be damned if I let you destroy what I built.

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

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{ "Listen to many, speak to few." }



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|{Full Name}|

Theodore Reid Marcellus Herrick IV

|{Nickname}|

Theo | Most of the men in his family went by their second names since Theodore quickly became a generational name however Theo despises the name Reid so he simply goes by Theo. Very few people call him Teddy and he doesn't use that name either.

|{Age}|

23 | Twenty-three

|{Sexuality}|

Heterosexual

|{Hometown}|

Seaside, Oregon | Unknown birth place
Waldria | Known Hometown

|{Blood Type}|

Half-Blood | Though he comes from a long line of Full Bloods, Theo himself is a half blood

|{Myth}|

Hellhounds | Hellhounds are aggressive, violent dogs that can and usually do serve demons. The Tamers of Hellhounds are the masters of such beasts that can be adopted by these demons. These hounds, when and if seen, are generally grotesque looking – with black ghostly fur, glowing red eyes, and sharp fangs. They mostly look like a demonic canine. These beasts are strong, fast and very vicious. They hellish canines are also incredibly strong and fast – they are used to drag souls to hell and are typically invisible to humans unless they are near death. While these hounds are very vicious, they do have vulnerabilities such as holy water and salt which slow them down, but they can be killed by being penetrated through the brain by iron or being stabbed by an angel blade. It has been heard that if one were to look directly into a hellhounds eyes more than twice that they will surely die – hearing its howl can also be viewed as an omen. Once a hound is taken to hell to serve from there, they gain a hellish firey glow.




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|{Hobbies || Talents}|

Charisma | It’s not so much a talent as it is a strength of his. Theo just has a way with words, and even more so when it comes to talking to people and convincing them of things. Not so much that he attempts to manipulate them, but rather that no matter what Theo speaks of, the guy is convincing of all hell and could perhaps make the devil himself fall for him. Theo is very poetic in a sense and has a great rhetoric which definitely piles on the charm.

Hunting | Though Theo never really needed to know how to hunt for food since he was always well fed, either when living with his father or living with a family friend when his father was away, Theo learned the skill when he would ‘run away’ from home for a few days and spend his days in the woods. He’s learned how be stealthy and how to spot things one wouldn’t normally notice.

Crafting | Along with his hunting skills came both a talent and a hobby of crafting. It started with simple daggers made out of sharp rocks and sticks, then it escalated to make shift bows and arrows. Now, Theo has his own welding shop where he makes low grade weaponry for himself and those who ask.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|

Untrusting | This personality flaw of Theo’s is also one that seems to be detrimental to him as a whole. The fact that Theo has a hard time trusting others often leaves him to fend for himself because people get so frustrated with the fact that Theo cannot trust anyone to save his life… literally.

Failure | All his life Theo has tried to be everything his father has wanted him to be. But when his father rarely showed Theo understood that the pressure was on to make him proud whenever he appeared. To this very day, Theo has never heard his father say he was proud of him and this caused a fear in Theo that he was a failure. He hates being considered a failure or that he has failed. He tries his very best to be as perfect as he can but Theo no matter how hard he tries cannot be a perfectionist to his father’s details.

Love | Love is one of Theo’s greatest weaknesses. Having received very little love, or attention at all, from his father and with the absence of a mother, Theo is very naïve when it comes to love and relationships. Often throwing himself at things that will never last, Theo will strive for almost any attention he can get, even negative ones.

Loneliness | Because he has had no real love in his life, Theo is afraid he will suffer all of eternity on his own. Perhaps that is why he tries so hard to be with someone at all cost – simply to ensure that there will be someone there at the end with him.

|{Way to Waldria}|

Passed down from generation to generation was a small little locket that resembled a compass. Opening the locket and placing one’s thumb on either side of the locket would open a portal. To travel from place to place one would need to open the locket, place a thumb in the locket, and simply name the place they wish to travel to in mind. Theo now holds the active family heirloom, his grandfather had a similar one made before passing it down and Theo’s father had a ring for himself made enchanted for his travels.




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|{Appearance}|

Standing at a flat height of six foot, Theo was granted with broad shoulders and a strong chest to match. His soft olive complexion brings his sharp green eyes into perspective which can also be accented by his shaggy locks that fall in dirty blond waves over his eyes when he lets it grow out long, although he prefers it shorter around the sides. When his hair is long he typically keeps a clean shave but when his hair is short Theo likes to grow out a little bit of scruff to hug around his rigid jawline.

With his body slightly muscular and toned to just the right amount, he always tries to keep his appearance clean and proper. He knows his appearance reflects his name, which reflects his family. Though he's usually covered, Theo does sport a few tattoos. One of which is a hellhound on his right chest pec that folds over the shoulder just slightly. Another is on the inside of his left bicep of his initials, depicted as: TRMH IV

|{Personality}|

Mysterious, Untrusting, Charismatic, Humble, Hard Headed, Friendly

Many would assume that because the Herricks have a reputation of being excessively aggressive due to their Tamer status that they're aggressive at all times but the latter is true. Theo is perhaps one of the kindest people one could have the pleasure of knowing. When he's on the job Theo can sometimes be relentless but his "out of work" personality so to speak is the complete opposite. Theo makes an effort to befriend people and refuses to believe that respect is not something everyone deserves.

Something, however, that is true of Theodore is the fact that he is in fact very mysterious. Theo is big on secrets and has a hard time sharing his sentiments with others, even when they ask. Over the years Theo and his father have suffered issues with one another on the basis of loss of trust. Thus creating a failure of trust between Theo and almost everyone.

Regardless to how sweet Theo can be once someone truly gets to know the person he is, Theo is extremely good at shutting people out – especially when they break his trust. It’s not much that he has difficulties with letting people in but more so the fact that he simply chooses not to. He finds it to be a dangerous task and he figures it is better to be very careful about those he tells things to. He portrays himself to be very distant from people when in reality he is paying attention to his surrounds rather than letting his surroundings pay attention to him. But no matter how secretive Theo can be, that doesn’t mean he’s not a good friend. Theo prides himself in being a good listener, a good advice giver, and a helpful person. He takes joy out of making others happy and always finds time for those important to him.

One of Theo’s detrimental flaws however is one that he gets from his father. Theo can be as hard headed as they come. He’s very autonomous and has really been on his own for a very long time. He’s learned to listen to himself and only himself and because of it he finds great difficulties in listening to others, or even his very own advice.




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|{Family Tree}

Theodore Kingsley Marcellus Herrick // Great Grandfather // Deceased
Theodore Lincoln Marcellus Herrick // Grandfather // Alive
Theodore Jasper Marcellus Herrick // Father // Alive
Nadine Bishop // Mother // Status Unknown

|{History}|

Most of Theodore Herrick’s life was known to be a well-kept secret. He was the fourth in line in the strong family business known as ‘Hound Herders’ to a family well known as the Hound Herricks. A family well-known for their aggressive dominance over the hellish beasts – the Herricks go back for generations as the best Hellhound Tamers Waldria has known. Even with such a known family however, Theo’s existence was kept from many, especially Theo’s grandfather.

Unlike most Herricks – as a matter of fact, unlike every single Herrick to come before him, Theodore is the lovechild of Tamer, Jasper Herrick and non-Tamer, Nadine Bishop, making Theodore a Half Blood. Although Theo is the fourth generation of the well-known Hound Herricks, his grandfather was not pleased to discover that his son had reproduced with an ordinary human rather than another Tamer like past generations had. So thus a secret was created, not just from the people of Waldria but Theo as well. The rumors are as such; Theodore Jasper Marcellus III, otherwise known as Jasper, was on a hunt around upstate California where he met a woman by the name of Nadine Bishop. Jasper and this woman went out for lunch once and the next thing to be noted was Jasper’s disappearance from Waldria for two years. In this time, it is believed that Jasper impregnated the human woman and attempted to convince the woman to move to Waldria with him. When the woman refused, Jasper kidnapped the child and returned to Waldria unbeknownst to Nadine.

The story that has been told to Theo is that he was born of a Tamer woman who while in the line of work suffered severe injuries and passed shortly after Theo was born. Theo never thought to think twice as he always believed his father. There were never any pictures of Theo with a woman consistently in his life so he believes that his mother was never there but the fact that there isn’t any proof of a mother at all in his life sparks a sense of curiosity in him. Nadine has sent years of letters and gifts to Waldria addressed to Jasper and Theo but all of it was taken away by Lincoln’s strict rules to cut all ties of this woman to the family of Tamers.

Theo, though born in Oregon, was raised in Waldria believing entirely that he is a full blood. He was trained entirely by his father in physical attributes and by his grandfather in the mental knowledge and history of Hellhounds, starting at the age of fifteen. The family business was hellhound but there were and are multiple instances where Theo wishes he could be training anything other than hellhounds. He’s always had an interest Sphinxes and Dragons but his interest has remained a secret to his father. Before his training, Theo studied both very closely.





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|{Face Claim}|


Alex Pettyfer


|{Dialogue Color}|


#069E73


|{Roleplayer}


Chandz

So begins...

Theodore Herrick's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Percival Greymane Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Lysa Martell Character Portrait: Ramona Marlowe Character Portrait: Nirvana Elria Character Portrait: Clarissa Rivers Character Portrait: Theodore Herrick Character Portrait: Lee Chen Su Character Portrait: Apollo Decesare

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Time: Early morning, a few hours after sunrise.
Temperature: Still a bit chilly, but gradually growing warmer.
Climate: Summer is starting to come to a close. Despite the warm rays of sun that still beat upon Waldria's terrain, leaves are changing colors, some animals are preparing for hiberation, and multicolored mushrooms are sprouting out of the earth. The sounds of the forest are quiet and tranquil. Everything is calm.





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He wasn't used to these comical sounds and smells. Horns honking out of metal contraptions, clouds of dirty smoke filling his nostrils; this was far from the wonderland his brother had described long ago. Either that, or he had wandered down the wrong rabbit hole.

"Sorry! Sorry..." he said, apologizing to all of the passersby he was blocking. Stationed in the middle of the sidewalk, he was trying to fulfill a task for his myths, the elves. The problem was, he didn't know how.

"Do you need help with that?" asked a young man about his age.

He chuckled, a hint of nervousness pouring out from his smile. "Oh, no...I got it. Thank you!" he said. Reluctantly, the man nodded, and continued on his merry way.

Percival was trying to figure out how to take a snapshot of the streets and signs that displayed the words Montreal, Canada - the city where he was standing. He was using this little black device people nonchalantly called a "camera". He had been fiddling with it for what seemed like eternity, and now people were starting to stare. But why should they? The tiny machine was awfully complicated to use! Still, it wasn't like he had time to paint a portrait of his surroundings.

"Excuse me, son," tapped an old lady with a gregarious smile, "are you sure you know how to use that?"

Percival Greymane stared at her, then at the infernal device he was holding, and then back at her again.

"I'd like to be a proud man and say that I do, but in all honesty, miss...I really don't."

Her eyebrows raised. She snickered, but not in a judgemental manner. "Well, it's not as hard as you think," she laughed, "although it seems difficult at first. Took me two hours to learn how to use that model, and I've been a photographer all my life!"

"Then perhaps you can help me, miss?"

She looked puzzled. "Help you how?"

"Could you possibly take a picture of the street and the people around here? I need to show this area to some...friends of mine."

Her brows furrowed in suspicion for a moment, and then she shrugged. "Why of course I can! Just don't tell my patrons I'm taking this one for free...heh heh!"

He cautiously handed her the camera, and she flicked through the settings, holding the device to her eye and finally pressing down the top button. A clicking sound was heard. The young man was stupefied. It was as though she were able to perform this foreign magic that he was unable to comprehend. Nontheless, she had gotten the job done, and displayed on the camera's screen was a still image of the busy Canadian streets.

He thanked her and she winked. "Anytime, young man." she said, slowly sauntering away. Staring down at the photograph like it was a national treasure, (which it really was when he came to think about it), Percival escaped to a back alleyway, where he turned his pin three times and jumped into the blue portal that appeared in front of him.

When the flash of light faded away, the king of Waldria found himself right in the middle of the elves' camp - only a mile away from the castle where he resided.

Almost instantly, Edwenor, the Elven chief, was there to greet him. He was slendor, black-haired, and the spitting image of a wise, old man. Still, due to his imortality, he didn't look a day over thirty.

"Do you have it?" he asked. Percy nodded and showed him the picture on the screen. The elf's eyes narrowed. Meticulously, he scanned over the pixels with unwavering eyes.

"So this is where Prince Ulfrik wants us to migrate. A slum. Who does he take us for," Edwenor scoffed, "reckless dwarves?"

The king quickly responded. "This is but a fraction of Earth. However, seeing as elves are the most human-like of myths, a communal place like this is probably where you would have to reside. You could thrive in wilderness, but due to laws and customs of the people, your daily life probably would not be the same. You could live, yes...but not as free folk."

Edwenor nodded. His thumb put upon his lip to signify that he was deep in thought, he paced back and forth, his green cape flapping behind him like a flag in the wind. "We'll have to mull this over with the others," he muttered, "but for the time present, thank you, your majesty."

Percy nodded, swiftly leaving the camp and retreating into the woods.

He followed the winding road that would lead him back to the castle gates. He could see the structure in the distance; beige stones that made up the roofs and spires that shined through the trees. A beautiful sight, and a wonderful place to call home.

Still, it didn't feel like home. It felt like a structure. A place to eat, sleep, and work - nothing more. He sighed. There was a lot on his mind, and he just needed to think. He was still disguised in apparel that made him look as though he came straight off the streets of Montreal, and so if someone were to encounter him right there, they probably would not have recognized him as the king.

So as he rummaged through the leather drawstring pack that was still slung over his shoulders, Percival decided that he would take this quiet opportunity to study. Her perched himself on the nearest tree stump, pulled out a large, dusty book that recalled the family trees of all past Waldrian monarchs, and silently began to flip through the pages. Aside from his light breathing, the chirping of birds were the only sounds that could be heard.




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Cat-like eyes carefully stared into the flowing stream. Every trickle of the water could throw off the arrow's accuracy, and since survival was its purpose, it needed to shoot straight. Just then, the pool splashed and bubbled, and the shaft was released from the quiver into the spray below. It sank for a few seconds, and then slowly bobbed back up, revealing a silver fish that had been impaled by its touch. Breakfast was served.

A fire waiting for her, Ramona took the dead trout and headed into the vegetation, removing her arrow from its limp fins. She then stuck a sharpened stick through her meal, and lit it in the flame. She couldn't think of anything besides how hungry she was. The girl was skinny enough as it was - she didn't need any more stomach growls to keep her awake at night.

Charred enough, she blew on the hot fish, peeled it open, and munched on the juicy flesh. She threw the grey scales into the dirt, and paused as she heard a booming sound coming from nearby. She sighed. Clearly, she wasn't the only one with an appetite for fish this morning.

When she reached the lake again, she rolled her eyes as she approached Maja, the big, black wyvern dragon. The most troublesome of the creatures she protected, the female beast was friendly and loveable, yet prone to jealousy.

"Here," Ramona sighed again, snapping the trout in half and throwing the unbitten parts to Maja. The dragon quickly snapped its jaws, catching the fish in mid-air. She gave a ground-shaking purr, and moved in closer to the tamer girl, allowing the human to pet the shining scales between her eyes and nose.

Two minutes later, that same tamer girl was looking upon the woods from the clouds above. It was a usual hobby to ride the backs of her dragons in order to explore various destinations. The wind rushing through her hair, skin, and everything inbetween, Ramona gushed in the moment, deciding that today she would further decipher the mystery that was the ancient stone she had found three days prior. It sat in the middle of a small clearing, and was inscribed with enigmatic runes, topped off with a suspicious green gem in the center. She pointed to the spot out to Maja, and without delay, the dragon lowered.

Once on the ground, she nodded to the myth. The graceful dragon nodded back, and sent a gust of wind through the trees as it began to flap away. She watched Maja go, her lips subtley curling upwwards. It wasn't a smile, but something reminiscent of one. Taking another bite out of her fish, (which she had brought along during her journey), Ramona sauntered towards the stone. She stood in front of it and gazed upon its magnificence. A strange energy vibrating from its insides into the rock-solid ground below, it looked almost out of place in comparison to the forest that stood behind it. For a moment, she wondered where it had come from, and how it had been made. It was beautiful, yet seemingly dangerous. Slowly, she reached a hand out to touch it...

But not before she heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes behind her. With one swift motion, she tossed her fish aside, pulled out her bow, and slung an arrow into its string. She pointed it in the direction of the movement. And then all of a sudden, a curly-haired man appeared with his hands above his head.




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"Woah, woah, woah!" he cried, "Calm down, Robin Hood! I'm not here to hurt you."

Her expression, a scowl with a bit of invisible fire flaming in her narrow eyes, remained unchanged. The same thing went for the arrow that was sharply being aimed at his chest.

He curiously stared at her. He recognized this girl, but not in person. It was the dirt and grime smothered all over her face that gave her identity away.

"I know you," he mused, "you're the one that everyone talks about...erm..." he snapped his fingers in thought. Eventually, the name came to him. "Ramona Marlowe! Yes, Ramona Marlowe...the dragon lady who lives in the woods."

Silence. She still stared at him intensely, as though she were a deer, and he was a threatening predator about to sink his claws through her skin. However, unlike a deer, she showed no signs of fear or cowardice. Instead, the girl showed him only inaudible malice.

With a wolfish smirk, he took languid steps towards her. The man stared at her with the same jerkish intensity, his body only a few inches away from hers. Quietly, he place a strong hand upon her arrow, lowering her aim on him until she had no choice but to unstring the slender shaft.

They shot daggers between each other through their gazes. It was powerful and perfectly dangerous.

He inhaled a deep breath. "Do you know who I am?" he asked with slight annoyance. She didn't answer, and he didn't expect her to. "I am Ulfrik Greymane, brother of King Percival Greymane and Prince of Waldria. I am the prince of this dimension."

The most energetic reaction she gave in return was a blink. Clearly, the dragon lady was unimpressed. He sighed, passing by her and gazing upon the treasure that lay before them.

"Ah...an Elder Stone. In my opinion, the most beautiful of the four..."

He rubbed his hand upon its surface, tingling as the cold, rigid surface touched his skin.

"Y'know the legend behind these things?" he rhetorically asked her. Obviously he was forced to make it unanswerable because this girl barely answered anything. "When the first tamers decided that they wanted to create a home for the myths, they used special powers granted to them by the gods in order to build the terrain of a new dimension. Once they were finished, they retired their abilities and put them inside four stones...shrines we now refer to as Elder Stones."

His hand stayed put on the beautiful green gem that lay in the center of the monument. "There is so much power in here...if only one could attain that power...why, it would be magnificent! Extraordinary!" He shook his head, "In my honest opinion, I do believe those tamers wasted their wonderful abilities," he said. "They should have expanded upon the already fruitful earth, not create an entirely new world. Perhaps that was their greatest mistake: not being thankful for what they already had..."

He then turned to face Ramona, who was still glaring at him like he were a monster. He just chuckled at her. Ulfrik was smiling at her with charm and politeness, however, there was some mirth hidden in there somewhere.

"I'm having a meetup at my house this afternoon," he told her, "would you care to join my squabble of friends and I? Perhaps we can chat more about history, as well as some other things."

Instead of replying, she trained her eyes to the ground, walking past him and the Elder Stone, and retreating into the forest in front of him. However, before she disappeared, she muttered a simple, "maybe." After that, Ulfrik crossed his arms and shook his head as she noiselessly walked away.

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Character Portrait: Percival Greymane Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Theodore Herrick

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Theodore sat in a dim den by himself. His eyes were focused on an old book, titled Maledictum bestia diabolicae (The Curse of the Devil’s Beast) that rest on the old oak table in front of him. His eyes gazed over the old Latin words that taught of the Hellhounds – Latin wasn’t an easy language considering it’s been dead for so long but Theo’s bloodline was raised learning Latin so the words made just enough meaning for the boy in order for him to learn of his myth. As he sat in the dim room reading, his grandfather Lincoln appeared into the room through an open portal. The old man loudly stumbled forward, falling into an open seat by the table. Theo didn’t raise his eyes to the old man – this was an all too regular occurrence to shock the boy. The old man has been popping in and out of portals clumsily since Theo was a young child. The first couple of the times frightened the kid but he quickly became used to the cluttering of his grandfather. The old man stood and patted his suit down as if to dust himself off. “I’m getting too old to be doing this,” the old man hoarsely said. Theo chuckled quietly from his seat, “Getting? Grandfather I think you’ve been too old for a while.” The young man looked up from his book to catch a scolding gaze from the older man.

Lincoln, Theo’s grandfather, made his way to the small table to liqueurs that sat by the bookshelves along the wall. He poured himself a scotch and offered a glass to his grandson, who graciously declined. The elderly man turned his attention to his grandson’s work, peering over his shoulder. “What are you working on, boy?” The man sat back down in his chair and took a gulp of his drink. “Just some studies and readings granddad.” The thought of his studies would have made Theo’s father cringe. Jasper hated the idea of studying – he had always felt that if one wanted to learn about something the best way to do so was to engage in its world. Jasper always wanted his son, Theo, to just throw himself in the direction of a hellhound to learn how it works. Lincoln knew, however, that that wasn’t the way to go about it. To begin with, a non-tamer couldn’t just summon a hellhound whenever he wanted to. There was a reason hellhounds got summoned – it would be the work of a reaper or the end of a crossroads pact. One needed practice and a well versed knowledge in hellhounds to be able to summon one without being caught in the inevitable grips of death. Theo has been studying hellhounds since he was 15, now at the age of 23, Theo was proud to say that he had gradually become a great hellhound tamer. Though he had his moments of fears and doubts when it comes to the vicious creatures, he knows enough about taming the hounds that his father has allowed him to work with him every so often.

The truth was, however, Theo never wanted to be a hellhound Tamer. He had wanted to work with Sphinxes or with Dragons but he knew that if he had shied away from what the family had been taming for years, he surely would have been disowned. So instead, Theo spent years of his life with his mouth shut, forever holding a secret away from his father. If only he knew that his secret wasn’t the only secret in the family.

The dim room quickly fell quiet again as the two men turned their attention away from each other. Footsteps from the down the hall started to resonate in the empty house and both men looked up to see who would come through the door. “I believe that’s your father coming” The old man said to the boy. “I believe you’re right.” Seconds later Jasper came through the door, directing his eyes immediately to the boy. Theo stood to his feet, pushing away from the table to greet his father. Jasper smiled at his boy and at his father. “Theo, come. I need to prepare you.” The boy stood confused at the end of the table. Theo’s grandfather looked up at his son from his chair with a confused look on his face. It was apparent that Theo’s grandfather was just as confused as he was. His left eye brow raised in a glance on confusion towards his father, and his bearded lips pursed. “For?” The boy slowly closed the book he was reading and walked towards his father. Both gave the old man a departing pat on the shoulder as they walked down the hallway. “That Ulfrik character is having a get together at his domain and he asks that as many tamers as possible be there. I believe it has something to do with the liberation of the myths. You need to be prepared for whatever comes your way. King Percival will most likely have no part in this so there’s a chance that there will attacks against those who oppose him.” The man stopped at the end of the hall and put his hand out for his son. Theo noticed his father had the ring on, which only meant one thing. They were going to travel and practice battle. Theo took his father’s hand and with the blink of an eye, both were gone.

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Character Portrait: Ulfrik Greymane Character Portrait: Nirvana Elria Character Portrait: Theodore Herrick

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Nirvana looked prim and proper. Her hair had been trimmed, combed, and washed multiple times by her father's servants. A long satin gown played at the tips of her high heels as she held a fragile glass of bubbly. Vana's fake smile gleamed with familiarity; pearly whites framed with twitching pink lips. If her family had known her better they would have stop mistaking those unpleasantly upturned lips for an actual smile.

Today her father was getting married, or remarried rather. Though it was her father's seventh marriage, to a woman closer to Vana's age than his, it was a tremendous family occasion. Every Elria from across Waldria was attending the ceremony and festivities, along with other important people and rich families. Nirvana stood bored in front of a "potential bachelor" as he spoke about his endeavors with the Waldrian warthog. Apparently he was rolling in gold because of it. Vana sipped patiently at her drink as he continued with broad gestures, at least he was attractive. Her crystal blue eyes gave him a once over, perhaps in an inappropriate way. The moment she did this the bachelor stopped speaking and gave her a sideways look. Nirvana laughed softly to herself before dominating the conversation. She shook her head as if he were a mistaken child, "I hate warthogs," she said firmly. Vana kept eye contact with him as she set her finished glass on a servants tray.

"But you can ask me to dance," she finished in a flirty tone, her other hand lifted gracefully forward. Nirvana figured that if she had to sit through another one of these weddings without a single word from her relatives then she would at least have a little fun. Later she would be chastised for her poor behavior, but for now Nirvana needed something to distract herself. The actual ceremony wasn't until later today, which meant the customary gathering beforehand would last at least three more hours, then there would be another reception after the wedding that would last days. There were plenty of opportunities for Nirvana to embarrass her grandmother, Victoria, but perhaps she would just try and enjoy herself for once.

Without many words Nirvana and her bachelor took the dance floor. Together they were a picture perfect example of a traditionally raised couple, hands all where they were supposed to be and good distance between their bodies. Her eyes glanced over to where the frail Victoria sat with her cane, chatting up a storm with a recent billionaire. Vana looked around again before returning her attention to the bachelor, the Herrick's were not here. Perhaps they had finally decided that her father's weddings were a joke. Usually during these events she would find Theo Herrick one of the only bearable men.

"I've been meaning to ask," the bachelor started. Vana locked her eyes on his with curiosity as he continued, lowering his voice. "How is it that you've managed to live your entire life as a half-blood and the majority of the public still doesn't know." Nirvana's eyes grew wide, then they narrowed with suspicion. "Excuse me?" she said tightly.

"I mean, look at you, you've gone to these parties you're entire life and you've been ignored like a slave's dog." Nirvana cocked her head at him, surprised at the intelligence that was coming out of his mouth. After all, just moments ago he was going on and on about warthogs. "It only takes someone with a little bit of brain to figure out that you don't belong here," He finally said, spinning her weightlessly across the dance floor and making it look like they were talking about frilly things like love. Coming to a halt, a little too close to the man she closed her eyes before speaking.

"It's a well kept family secret," she said simply, "I suppose the world around them just chooses to ignore the facts."

Not saying anything in return the man nodded her his and started to hum along with the string quartet. The song was slowing to its end and Nirvana was feeling relief about that. She didn't want to speak with this man anymore. This bachelor already knew too much about her. As the music swelled the man's hand inched down toward her buttocks. Ready to slap him she whispered "How dare you think that just because I'm a half-blood I have no digni-"

His hand brushed against her and planted a note in her hand right as the music stopped. "Don't be so full of yourself," he said playfully and stepped away from her. As he walked away he sent a wink back to Vana and promptly left the party.

A couple of her cousins were staring at the scene, perhaps confused as to how Vana was the one dancing with such a handsome man. She gave them the look of death as she passed to go the back gardens. The party was restricted from this area, and it overlooked the ocean, something that always eased her anxieties. After taking a couple of moments of solitude her opened the crumbled note. It was handwritten and made of some of the finest material, inside was a message that Nirvana had never thought she would see.

'Prince Ulfrik Greymane has formally invited you to-' the handwriting stopped then continued in a different cursive that was at a slant. 'Please meet us at Prince Ulfrik's home this afternoon.'

There was no other explanation. Puzzled, Vana flipped it over, nothing. Ulfrik was a man that she had only met a handful of times, she thought it strange that after all of these years of connection he would suddenly find interest in befriending her.