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Papillion Blookryn

{ .Noondrim Chosen Girl. } "Baby, it'll take more than golden coins to make me help you."

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a character in “Cursed Kings”, as played by broken-wings

Description

ImageFirst Name: Papillion
Last Name: Blookyn
Nicknames: "Just call me by me first name, love."
Gender: Female, "I believe it's hard to miss."
Age: Sixteen, "My parents believe it is time to start looking for a fiance, I think not."
Role: Noondrim Girl- Chosen, "Sounds mighty fancey, wouldn't you agree?"
Description:
Standing at a rather short height of 5'6, Papillion has an angelic look on every given angle. Her body in thin and petite, the type that catches a gentleman's eye. Her skin has a gentle glow of pink, her hair, as radiant as the sun, falls down in long curls with the color of honey, resembling those of her mother. Her eyes, two large orbs of deep blue, make the oceans jelous. Her features are detailed, her nose straight, pointing towards the sky, and her rose-pink lips are small but full. Her mark wraps all around her right side in a beautiful ink-black design. No one has seen it so far, and that's the way she plans to keep it.
Personality:
The girl is a sky of emotions and feelings. So many things portraited at once, it is almost impossible to find her true emotions unless she lets you. Her eyes are usually bright, showing the hapinness and glory everyone wishes to see even though the feelings differ and her mouth always owns that killing smile that parents want their daughter to have while presenting them to a wealthy choice of family. Her body motions are swift and graceful, as if prepared and rehearsed once more than needed. Of course, she is the girl that listens much and speaks when is spoken to. Most of the time, that is. But, it tires her, and at times, she can't help from her dark humor, seducting voice, cold gaze or risky descisions to overpower the emotions that she fakes daily. But well, that's another story, a side that only a few know.
History:
Papillian was born to a middle-class family. She was given many luxuries most of the town girls didn't get, but her world has always lacked of something. The taste of adventure and risk. All her life, she has gotten herself into more trouble than her parents tell, in fear that her curious past might push the men that are willing to pay good money for her. She was always the one daring people and making them dare her back, sometimes very nasty things you'd rather not hear. In a few, she learned how to manipulate people into doing what she wished them to do, while allowing no one else to find out. You might think she used rude words or hard fists, but no, she learned about a thing called 'Charm', and as natural as breathing, she mastered it. She has done things that are looked down upon a girl in this period of time. Many men she has allowed under her spell, and she is proud to say that she has stolen many kisses and a little bit more. At her fourteenth birthday, the nagging started, "You should start thinking about marrying", "So many wealthy man fancy you", and so on, an endless reminder that her life would soon be controlled by a hideous man, most likely older than her own grandfather. It disgusted her. For the last two years, she has slipped her way out of marriges, the most monstrousious she could ever dream of. But they all had money, and apperantly, that's all that her parents have ever cared about. Never the happiness of her daughter. How charming.
Abilities/Skills:
-Sneaking in and out of trouble
-Making people do whatever she wants them to
-Having an adventurious heart, which means she's always willing to try out new things
-Lying and acting

So begins...

Papillion Blookryn's Story

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The ride to the city had not been the most pleasent on the four-person carrige her parents had paid for. The heat of the morning sun burned a little too bright and the rocky roads added bumpy to the not-so-great trip. Of course, she said none of this to her parents, keeping the thoughts to herself, not even bothering, they would just shush her at the end.

Inside the palace walls, the tension and desperation hung too thick in the air for her to stand it. So many were there to impress, wearing their best party clothes and family jewels, that they din't seem to enjoy what was supposively made for pure entertainment in her opinion. Her mask was made out of metal, wrapping around half of her face in breautiful swirling patern, almost see-through, but didn't steal any attention from her well-arranged curls and bright eyes. Her mother had forced her into a thick dress, the colors of fire. The corset was pulled on a little too tight, and the warm weather only added on to the heat that was produced by others. The small fan that she kept a hold on only helped by a bit, but it was certainly better than nothing.

After following her parents' instructions of sharing a dance with a few of the men that had fancied her for a dance, she finally made her way out into the castle's gardens that she had been eyeing the whole time from the pulled back courtains. People sat, walked, chatted here as well, but the clean air brought pleasure to her. From here, the music was faint, but pairs still joined in to the beat. Here, the air was lighter, somewhere easier to breathe.

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The garden soon held a few more people which seemed to have made their way out just after she had. With a small roll of eyes, the girl made her way across the rock that was laid down as a floor for the outside area. Her gaze scanned the area silently and quicky, slightly annoyed at the thought that more people just had to come and waste more space here. Hopefully they'll get lost in the labarynth. For a moment, she stopped, her dress brilliant agaisnt the dim light provided by the gas lamps that hung on the walls and tall posts. Her own eyes skittered to the entrance of the dark tunnel. It must be small, she decided after a second, after all they couldn't risk getting people lost in there, right?

And just for a second, she started walking towards it. Wouldn't be too bad to get out of this place. She had enjoyed the dance, yes, but she hated the intentions behind it. To get future husband and wifes together; or at least that was what her parent expected for her. In masquerades like this, it is mostly always the best dress or the largest jewels that got all the dances. In a way, she felt bad for those she saw that never even got a glare from the rest of the crowd. The music was lovely, the harp being her favorite part, but the rythm was just not right to her. The dance was something she had mastered as soon as she had stood on two legs, but most of her partners were terrible. Just bacause they're men no, because they're men, they should have mastered way more than a girl herself. It grabs attention, at least hers.

With a small shake of the head and a smile to top the denial of the latest men, she turned around, finding a bench in a shaded area under a tree, where the moonlight's milky rays would only penetrate a few places, dappling the stone bech beautifully, she started making her way towards it, not helping that her thoughts curiously wandered back to the tall grass entrance.

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The garden soon held a few more people which seemed to have made their way out just after she had. With a small roll of eyes, the girl made her way across the rock that was laid down as a floor for the outside area. Her gaze scanned the area silently and quicky, slightly annoyed at the thought that more people just had to come and waste more space here. Hopefully they'll get lost in the labarynth. For a moment, she stopped, her dress brilliant agaisnt the dim light provided by the gas lamps that hung on the walls and tall posts. Her own eyes skittered to the entrance of the dark tunnel. It must be small, she decided after a second, after all they couldn't risk getting people lost in there, right?

And just for a second, she started walking towards it. Wouldn't be too bad to get out of this place. She had enjoyed the dance, yes, but she hated the intentions behind it. To get future husband and wifes together; or at least that was what her parent expected for her. In masquerades like this, it is mostly always the best dress or the largest jewels that got all the dances. In a way, she felt bad for those she saw that never even got a glare from the rest of the crowd. The music was lovely, the harp being her favorite part, but the rythm was just not right to her. The dance was something she had mastered as soon as she had stood on two legs, but most of her partners were terrible. Just bacause they're men no, because they're men, they should have mastered way more than a girl herself. It grabs attention, at least hers.

With a small shake of the head and a smile to top the denial of the latest men, she turned around, finding a bench in a shaded area under a tree, where the moonlight's milky rays would only penetrate a few places, dappling the stone bech beautifully, she started making her way towards it, not helping that her thoughts curiously wandered back to the tall grass entrance.

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She had just sat there, engulfed in the beauty that sorrounded her. Back at home, it was nothing like this. They had a small garden in the house's backyard but its simple beauty was overshadowed by this fantasy.

At the corner of her eye, she saw someone lower themselves into the grass. Hm, she thought, wouldn't it be wet? She was sure they would water the grasses to keep them as green as they were. When, of course she didn't know, but she did hope it wasn't too shortly before the ball and the blades still possessed enough liquid to wet a well-made suit.

The bench had enough space to allow at least one more person to come and seat, with enough space to have a decent distance between two people. "Sir," She spoke up, not too loudly, due to the fact that he was not sitting too far away from where she was. His gaze seemed lost to thought to her, and she looked up, following his gaze the best he could. She didn't find a lady to be the source, but the black sky. Stars poked through the darkness, the moon a bright, full mesmerizing image, something that if you look deep into, you might even find yourself going crazy. Clearing her throat slightly, her voice rose, hoping he wasn't too deep in thought to not hear her. Well, if he didn't, it wouldn't be her problem; she was just trying to do the right thing and offer some help. "If you wish to seat, you are more than welcome to," Papillion added with a slight motion of her face to the seat beside her.

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Melchor looked down from the stars as he heard someone speak, and judging from the fact that this was a secluded area of the garden it was safe to assume they were addressing him. He looked to the one speaking, a young woman sitting on a garden bench not too far off. As he watched, she tilted her head towards the empty space beside her, offering him a proper place to sit.

He felt himself pause for a moment before answering. There was something about this girl that was odd, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He dismissed it, "Thank you very much, that's very generous of you to offer."

After accepting, Melchor pushed himself up off the grass. As it happened the grass was indeed quite wet, but thankfully he wasn't wearing a suit that would easily get soaked. What he wore instead could most simply be described as a nobleman's riding uniform, and while it was certainly designed for appearance, it was just as much designed for practicality: being waterproof was merely one of its perks. Melchor could just as easily be tossed off a horse and remain unscathed in this uniform as he could attend a masquerade ball.

He walked over to the bench and sat down, keeping himself what he assumed was an appropriate distance away from the girl so as not to offend her. But if there was one thing Melchor couldn't stand it was letting an opportunity for a conversation pass him up, so he raised his voice, "Beautiful night, isn't it?"

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She watched him as he rose from the grass, his figure tall. Papillion couldn't help but notice a flash of his eyes, a rare and fascinating color of gold, as she decided to call them.

Her gaze rested on the approaching figure as she kept her chin high and her posture more than perfect. He seemed of high class, it reflected off of him despite the rather odd decision he took when he grabbed a seat on the ground, something many would not do.

Under the hidden shadows of the tree, it was harder to see, but with no doubt, she was certain that her blue eyes shone as much as his golden ones. The black mask was a black, but lovely contrast to her light skin and fiery dress.

By the time he spoke, only a few seconds had gone by, but her sight had drifted away from him, back towards the yard.

She didn't turn; instead, the girl looked up, towards the sky and found the stars blinking at her, as if fighting to grab her attention. "The sky, I must say, is the most dazzling of all," she replied after a few more seconds lingered by. Quickly, she added, "And the weather out here is splendid, just perfect."It was a little bit to the cold side for her, but it prevented the sweat that could have started to form due to the thick layers she wore for the party. She wasn't The type of person to continue and keep a conversation going, for most of the time, she found them useless, but she knew if they just stood in silence, it would only be awkward.

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Melchor listened quietly, finding that other than the girl's voice there was nothing but silence. Perhaps this climate was too cold for the crickets and cicadas, who he was used to hearing a tune from nearly every night. Back in his palace, every night was finished with a dinner and at least some excitement; here he felt as if he was in a bubble, and the whole world around them was holding its breath, waiting.

After she finished speaking, he couldn't help but let a small, merry chuckle escape him. Judging by how she had practically stumbled through her words she was not much of a conversationalist, but at least she was making an effort, if only to keep things from being awkward between them.

"I can't say I disagree with you on the first part, but I'm finding it slightly too cold for my tastes. I'm used to warmer, but it's still refreshing nonetheless." As he spoke, he watched her from the corner of his eyes. He hadn't noticed at first, which was quite unusual, but the girl was actually quite pretty. With her golden locks of hair and bright blue eyes, he was sure she could get a dance with anyone she wanted to, so why was she here? And alone too, for that matter. He held his tongue though, knowing it wasn't his place to pry.

He cleared his throat, realizing he didn't have any idea who he was talking to. "Forgive me for being rude- I should have asked sooner- but might I have your name?" He asked.

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The sound suprised her and her head shot to the man, her blue eyes wide. Had she done something foolish to cause him to do that? Heat rose on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, but as quick as it came, it went. She knew nothing of him, why should she ever feel insecure around others when she has done nothing?

The thoughts vanished within a few seconds of mental arguement as he spoke once again. The weather was cold for him, therefore he could not belong to neither of the other two colder Kingdoms. Then again, despite her birthplace and the fact that she had lived all her life in the weather of Noondrim, she did always enjoy the rare cold breezes that swept the town on rainy days.

Papillion had no time to add a little bit of her thoughts before another question arose the air. "Papillion The girl said quietly. So far into the night, she had not shared it with any other person, for her, it was something that held much power if used correctly on a person. Raising her voice, just enough to be audiable, she repeated, "Papillion... Blookryn, of Noondrim."

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When the girl's eyes shot to him, obviously probing for a reason to his amusement, he couldn't help but smile broadly. It gave him a slight sense of achievement to have received such a reaction from her, since she seemed like more of the guarded type. The thought passed through his mind that he probably looked ridiculous, grinning like a fool while she expressed her confusion. Yet he didn't regret it, the blush on her cheeks made it worth the embarrassment he promptly felt himself feeling. How out of character that embarrassment was! He hadn't felt this way since he was a little boy, his emotions easily manipulated like a puppet.

"Papillion.." He said slowly, letting the name roll across his tongue. It was an unusual name, but not in a bad way. It had a musical ring to it. "What a beautiful name, Papillion. And a Noondrim citizen too! How wonderful, It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my dear."

He let his cheery voice fall silent, realizing that he couldn't very well give out his name. Would she, a citizen of Noondrim, recognize him? He felt guilty that he could not as easily give out his name as she, it was quite possible she was thinking that he didn't trust her. But what of his middle name? Surely that at least had been kept to the family alone, there had to be some line of privacy. Yes, he would go with that. "Cayo." He finally said, his tone not giving any hint of his apprehension, "My name is Cayo Bessad, and as you have probably guessed I am also of Noondrim."

The Bessads were a small, unsocial couple that lived in the noble section of Noondrim. He knew them well- they used their social standing to weasel themselves into official meetings whenever they could, and they had tried to convince him to marry their niece more than once- and he hoped they had no objections to his using of their name. Well, even if they did there was nothing they could say now. He only hoped that Papillion did not know them, nor the fact that they had no relative named 'Cayo'.

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So she had been right. It was nice to see another of her own Kingdom, for she had only danced with two after all these hours. She had to admit though, speaking to them was another small little joy to her. They spoke little of their kingdoms but it was enough to bring back the feeling of adventure she still waited to experience.

Despite the fact that she was an amazing actress, but lies usually past by her. For some reason, it specially came to a situation when a person meant no harm over the lie. He repeated his name and seemed to hold back on his, but soon spoke. Papillion nodded in small recognition, a quick sign that indicated that she had indeed heard and her mind was not lost to thoughts so quickly. Her parents always told her it seemed childish, but there still came times when she couldn't help but block out the world around her.

From inside, she heard the call that quickly started herding the pairs back inside into the overcrowded ballroom. She stood herself after a few seconds and took in her last breaths of the lovely cherry blossom scented air. "We should start heading back inside, Sir Bessad," The girl said, putting on a small smile. "I believe this might just be the most interesting time of the night."

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"Most interesting time of the night.." He said slowly, softly; almost sadly. Well she certainly wasn't wrong in that aspect, he was certain that she would find it interesting at the very least. Perhaps shocking, even. Would she think of him differently- no, of course she would. She would go from thinking of him as a fellow citizen of Noondrim to her king, a very large leap indeed. His head was spinning, why should he care anyway? He was sure that he could pick anyone to dance with with little resistance, yet there was no other he desired to dance with than the girl next to him. How baffling.

"Yes, my dear, we would not want to miss this." He agreed, rising from his spot on the bench. Waiting to make sure he was not leaving her behind, Melchor walked back inside, unable to keep his feet from dragging slightly behind him. There was so much he did not know about this girl, but she had captivated his eyes. He would be able to look at no other tonight. He came to the realization that he did not want her to know he was king.

Once inside, Melchor quickened his pace slightly, leaving her behind. He had been slow to enter, he would do well to not leave a bad impression. Slipping through the crowd, he got up alongside the other kings, his mask long since discarded. Trying to cover for his tardiness, he was sure to make his expression shine; his teeth showing as he grinned widely. His eyes sought out none other than the girl from the garden, searching for her reaction.

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He had waited for her as they walked, the steps much too slow to her, the heels of her shoes clacking softly against the hard ground below.

Inside, his figure disappeared in the ocean of bodies, his golden eyes no longer in sight. Her lips parted for a second, but it was a slight movement, a small shock she quickly recovered from. 

With one last look at the space she had last seen him in, now replaced by yet more strangers, because that's what he was, Papillion turned around, her fingers wrapping around the black silk strings that kept hold on the mask. She pulled and the bow gave in easily. With a gentle, quick move, she removed the mask that covered and decorated her face. Taking one Last glance behind her, one that took no more than a second, she was yet again unable to find him.

Around her, the mask no longer hid the faces behind her. Her eyes closed for a second, it was too much for her to take in. It wasn't that she was scared or that she hated packed-up places, it was just not a favorite of hers. For a second, she pondered if the right thing to do was look for him. Maybe he had someone to look for. In a way, it saddened her, but he was the one who parted after all.

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The girl looked around, the music stopping short in the middle of a symphony. The atmosphere no longer had it's lightness to it, not even the cover up. Mask taken off, something has seemed to catch the people's attentions, and it was not well. From where she stood, it was impossible to see the mayhem that was happening. Right away, she started pushing through the crowd, but it wasn't long until she as stopped.

The head started with nothing more than a spark, traveling down to her fingertips and legs. The heat was gone to a split second, a second of pain from an unknown cold, before her side started to burn. In a way, she could feel the image being burnt into her skin. She took deep breaths, but she had never felt such pains and it didn't take more than a few seconds for her knees to give under her. She fell forwad, her knees and hands stopping the fall but sending a flash up pain up her arms. She cried out in pain, but suprisingly, it came out no louder than normal voice level.