Fractured Kingdoms



a part of Fractured Kingdoms, by Zodia195.

Continent that was once peaceful, but taken over by an evil enchantress

Zodia195 holds sovereignty over Rhindeval, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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no link available due to rpg being closed, but it's loosely based off of fractured fairytales, only without the disney element. i did get the rights to this rpg too from the original gm.


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Continent that was once peaceful, but taken over by an evil enchantress


Rhindeval is a part of Fractured Kingdoms.

22 Characters Here

Lilith Evers [8] Good Sorceress who plans to stop her sister and help save the kingdoms
Ivelda Evers [7] Evil Enchantress currently in control of Rhindeval
Kiran Shokira [7] The Demon Prince of Fire
Kyri Shokira [7] The Banished Princess of Fire
Aurora Givens [6] One of the princess who tends to get lost in her own head and dreams a lot of Rhindeval
Artemisia Evergreen [5] "My persona may be quiet ... But my observations are loud."
Apollyon Evergreen [4] "Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."
Trinity & Serenity Novax [4] "Double or nothing."
Niklaus Viel Eldiel [3] The Queen's Inquisitor
Ishara Soli Eldiel [2] The Stoner Princess

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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Isa Givens Character Portrait: Shaban Elmalik Character Portrait: Raya Elmalik Character Portrait: Christian Lovelace Character Portrait: Maris de Megekhali

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Lilith Evers

The sun peaked through curtains as Lilith went about her morning activities. She couldn't believe the day was the day. She was finally strong enough to cast the spell that would help the princesses remember who they were. She had woken up before dawn to do her pre-dawn yoga and meditated to soak up the first rays of the sun. It was the first day of Spring and the sun's light gave her the final boost of energy she needed. She hadn't felt this way in over 10 years. While she knew she was no match for her sister, she at least felt like her old self. Of course now the really hard work was about to begin. Lilith had done her best to watch over the Princesses on Earth, but had seen that a few of them had had a hard time adapting to Earth. She knew she was running on borrowed time too for soon the Spring semester would be over and it be harder to stay in direct contact with each of them. She had made a point to become a Professor of courses that all of the girls would take in college and all were English courses. She hoped and prayed that the Princes were still around. She had no clues on what her sister had done to them. She had been tempted over the years to try and 'spy' on Rhindeval, but knowing her sister, she would have 'known' the instant if she was looking in on them. She was still trying to figure out where a safe haven would be for the princesses to stay when they got back to Rhinedeval. For now though she would focus on the girls.

When she was ready to go, she got in her car and drove to work.

Dawn Henderson

Dawn found herself running through a vast forest. She lost count on how many times she had been here. This time it was a bit misty because of the morning dew. She could hear whispers and giggles around her.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

No one replied back. It was very unnerving, however Dawn didn't feel like she was in any kind of danger. Finally she came upon something she had yet to see in this forest, a ring of stones. It reminded her of Stonehenge due to it's arrangement. What was this place? She touched one of the stones, only to hear a voice in her head.

~Welcome home . . . . . princess.~

Suddenly a buzzing noise and everything faded.

Dawn groaned as her alarm went off. Groggily she reached over and turned it off. Sitting up, she looked bleary eyed at her surroundings. Looked like her roommate had already left for the morning. Dawn lucked out in getting a roommate that had morning classes like her and Dawn was a heavy sleeper. Suddenly her cell phone rang. Rolling her eyes, Dawn grabbed it, knowing who it was immediately. Yep, it was her father. Pressing a button she answered it.

"Good morning dad. . . . . Yes I just got up. . . I am fine dad and I had a good night's rest. Anyway, I do have to get ready dad. Thanks for checking up on me. . . Love you too dad, bye."

She loved her father, but he was beginning to get on her last nerve. He pretty much called her every evening and then every morning. She was 19, not 5! Still she didn't want to get on her father's bad side and tried telling herself to be patient. But even she had her limits.

Deciding not to think about her father, she thought about her dream instead. Getting up, she went to her small desk that she shared with her roommate and got out her dream journal. Ever since she turned 16, she had been having these very detailed dreams and started writing them down. She couldn't always remember everything, but she remember the important parts. This had been the first time she had heard someone speak in her dream. She had no idea who this person was. Princess? Was the voice talking to her? It was silly to think she would be a princess, but dreams could be interesting that way.

After finishing, she got ready for her first class for the day before heading out to the student center where the college cafeteria was.

Ivelda Evers

Ivelda, otherwise known as The Queen, stood in front of a long mirror, admiring herself.

"Beautiful, simply stunning! Don't you agree?" she asked a random servant behind her.

"Indeed your majesty. No one is a fair as you." the old servant said.

Of course he really didn't think so, but he wasn't bound to say that for servants had had been killed for insulting the queen.

"I am glad you think so. So tell me, any news about Adrian?"

"Yes, your majesty, he's been seen crossing the border into Lostein this morning."

"Wonderful. Let's hope he took care of our little pest problem. Now, will you please go check on my other boys? Report back when your done.

The servant bowed and left the throne room. He would sent out different servants to check on the queens 'boys'.

Ivelda herself went back to her throne and sat down. Life couldn't be better for her and she made sure that life would stay that way.

Adrian Wells

Another mission accomplished, Adrian thought as he rode on one of his favorite horses, a huge brown stallion named Little John. He was galloping through a dense forest and soon came upon a clearing. From the clearing, he got a beautiful view of the Queen's palace, which was surrounded by a lake. Something about the view always warmed Adrian's heart. While his own home was a ways from the palace, he could never quell the voice inside him that this was home. Knowing the queen was expecting his report, he snapped out of his reverie and road down towards the road that would lead to the bridge of the palace.

Making sure his horse was taken care of, Adrian headed straight for the throne room. Knocking on the door, he waited for the queen to let him enter. Once she did, he came in and knelt before her.

"Nice to see you back safely, Adrian, now report."

"Just as you have ordered, Lord Conrad is no longer an issue. All of his land has been confiscated and his family arrested."

Lord Conrad had been secretly helping rebels, so the Queen had ordered Adrian to do something about it. His family was still alive, but Adrian himself had seen to Conrad. What Adrian hadn't told her was how tough this job had been on him emotionally. Conrad had been very loyal to the queen, so it was a shock to learn he had been supporting rebels. Now he had lost everything.

"That's my boy! I am very pleased with your work Adrian. Come with me real quick and I shall give you your reward."

Nodding, Adrian followed the queen to chamber connected to the throne room. Everyone in the kingdom knew that the Queen was also a sorceress and this chamber reflected that fact with all of its potions and a huge cauldron. Ivelda started mixing a few potions in a small bowl before pouring it into a goblet.

"Here you go. Now drink up," the queen offered Adrian.

Not even daring to object, Adrian drank it up. The effect was immediate. His eyes darken and looked at the queen with a blank face. Smiling, Ivelda came forward and kissed his cheeks. What Adrian did know know was that the drink was one of the ways Ivelda kept him under her control and to keep him from remembering his true name.

"You are dismissed now Adrian. You are free to return home for awhile. You've earned a break."

Adrian shook his head. What just happened? He then recalled his queen's words.

"Thank you your majesty. Just call if you need anything."

Bowing, he took his leave of her.


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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Isa Givens Character Portrait: Bastian Hayek Character Portrait: Arlo Hayek Character Portrait: Shaban Elmalik Character Portrait: Raya Elmalik Character Portrait: Christian Lovelace Character Portrait: Maris de Megekhali

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The sounds of screams and the heat and light of dark flames filled the air. Some poor village that’s name didn’t even matter to him burned all around him. He soaked it all in as he twisted his sword out of the chest of a young woman who’s screams he had ended forever. The last of the villagers… no traitors…. yes traitors to his Queen… tried to flee before his blades… flee his fire… But none could escape the terror that was the Blue Demon.

A knock pulled him from his memory.

”Enter…” The masked man spoke coldly.

The door slowly opened flooding in light to the room that had been lit solely by a blue fire that burned in the center of the room. The room was spartan with just a simple bed and desk. It was also lined with weapons of all kinds hanging from the wall.

The servant that entered bowed and said. “Her Highness commands your reports General.”

The masked man said nothing only rising from his chair he made his way. His armored boots made sure he was heard as he made his way through the halls of the castle. Everyone he met bowed and quickly made way. many trembled as he past by.

As he entered the Queen’s view he bowed before her falling to one knee.

”My Queen.”

Meanwhile on Earth…

”Remember Fire while dangerous is also a source of heat and light. While in the wrong hands it can be a terror. when used right it brings life it’s self.”

A heat surrounded her… It called to her… But all she felt was fear… The fire rose it was going to consume her!

The blare of her alarm woke her with a jolt she was covered in sweat and the ruby on the necklace she never took off seemed to be burning against her chest.

”ugh..” She moaned as she pulled herself out of bed.

She pulled out a small notebook from the table beside her bed.

Another strange dream about fire… this time I heard a voice… Please Lynn don’t be going crazy…

”Maybe I am crazy?” she asked herself.

Lynn shook the thought from her head with a sigh and made her way to the shower dodging the minefield of stuff all around her dorm. A mess for later… now she had to deal with the mess of herself. With a look at the clock she knew she was wasting time.

Lynn showered and dressed in something simple a t shirt and faded jeans with her sneakers. Ready she packed up her books into her backpack and headed out into the day.


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Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira

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Lilith Evers and Dawn Henderson
Codes- #C71585 and #5477B9

Lilith always made it a routine to buy a cup of a cappuccino at the local cafe on campus. The campus itself wasn't big compared to other college universities, but it was still big enough to have dorms and other facilities besides the different departments. If there was one thing Lilith was going to miss when she returned to Rhindeval was this fascinating drink and electricity. As far as her knowledge went, electricity was being 'played around with' in one of the more technological kingdoms, but nothing substantial had been made yet. She hoped the princesses wouldn't struggle too much to adapting to their homeland for it was very different from this planet. As she walked she soon spotted one of the princesses leaving the student center. Recognizing the blonde immediately, she walked over to her.

Dawn had just finished breakfast and was heading for her first period class when she heard her name. Looking up she saw her English professor, Ms. Evers. Dawn really liked her, but there was something about her that just didn't feel 'correct'. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she always had a sense of deja vu around her. Maybe she knew the woman before loosing her memory. Dawn had known for years that she couldn't remember anything prior to being adopted. Well she was very young, only 6, but she figured she should have had some memory.

"Good morning Dawn, how are you?"

Lilith most of the time had to catch herself from saying any of the princesses' true names because she knew all of the royals and their families before the tragedy. Princess Aurora was one of the younger princess and was the only child of King Helios and Queen Selene Givens. Their kingdom was one of the strongest magic wise and Queen Selene had possessed the blessing and curse of clairvoyance and she had been the one to warn her about her sister's plan. In their last meeting the king and queen would say they would do their best to protect their kingdom from Ivelda and specifically asked her to watch over their daughter and the other princes and princesses. Unfortunately for Lilith, Selene hadn't known what exactly Ivelda would plan nor that they would have lost their lives that same day for Lilith had talked with the queen the day of Prince Richard's birthday. She hoped the King and Queen had been able to protect their kingdom in some way before their deaths. Looking at "Dawn" now, she saw much of her mother in her, personality wise at least. Aurora had the looks her father though.

"Good morning professor. I am doing okay. Had another dream last night though."

Dawn never told anyone about her dreams, but with Professor Evers, she felt this kinship with her so much that she felt she could tell her anything. Dawn had come to rely on her instincts and she felt that her professor wouldn't judge her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe later, not out in public like this."

Lilith nodded. Aurora had always been shy, even as a child. She had a habit of clinging to her mother's gown, but would still try to keep up with the likes of Richard, who had been like an older brother to her. Seeing how the kingdoms of Lostein and Traumet were neighbors and Richard and Aurora had no siblings, Richard had taken upon himself to unofficially become Aurora's 'big brother'.

"It's fine, Dawn. You know when my office hours are so come by if you want to talk."

It was then she spotted another princess and felt her heart race faster. She recognized the raven hair young woman as Princess Kyri Shokira, but was now known as Lynn Summers. Litith knew the princesses had yet to get reacquainted and figured now was the perfect time.

"Dawn, I know you have first period soon, but I want you to meet someone first."

Puzzled, Dawn followed her professor and saw the person they were heading towards. Tingles went up her spine as she got a good look at the young woman. What was wrong with her?

As soon as the two reached the student, Lilith greeted her, "Good morning Lynn. Glad I ran into you this morning. I want you to meet another student of mine. This is Dawn Henderson, she's in my Freshman Comp class. Dawn, this is Lynn Summers. She's a science major but she's one of my students also."

Dawn hid a bit behind Professor Evers but came out briefly.

"Um . . . hello, nice to meet you."

Ivelda Evers
Code- #003300

Ivelda had been looking at her mirror that showed the physical locations of the other 'kingdoms' when she heard the sound of armor coming closer to her throne room. Smiling with glee, she 'closed' the spell on the magic mirror and placed it under her throne before sitting on it. When her general entered the room and knelt before her, she quickly acknowledge him.

"Aw! My little demon has returned safely! I hope those pesky villagers didn't give you too much trouble. How are you feeling?"

The one who use to be known as Prince Kiran Shokira had been fun to break. He had been so brave, trying to avenge his parents and protect his sister. Her mark on him always gave her satisfaction, but it did hurt her too that she had to mar such a handsome face. But business always before pleasure.


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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen

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The rustling of papers could be heard through the empty halls of the university as Althea made her way out of the Student Council room, sliding papers into her messenger bag She was more than flattered and while she generally didn’t really grow overly-excited about anything, being able to help out with the university’s affairs gave her a giddiness she couldn’t explain. The opportunities that the position would give her were unimaginable and she couldn’t wait to lock down the position. She was confident with having the grades and extracurriculars to back her recruitment and was only a little worried about getting the current members to like her. It wasn’t that she was unlikeable - far from it - but she generally liked to keep to herself, which is not how student council members were supposed to be. They were supposed to be outgoing and boisterous, while she was organized and well-kempt.

Puffing out a sigh, Althea paused once she was outside. She inhaled deeply, her hand subconsciously slipping the emerald pendant from underneath her shirt and thumbing across it - the only item that she had from wherever and whoever she came from - and she immediately felt a tad less frazzled as the fresh air cleansed her of her anxiety. Relaxing as she exhaled, she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as well as her simple jacket that she wore to fight off the slight chill to the air that was brought with the breeze. A quick glance at her phone told her she had about twenty to thirty minutes before she had to be in class, so with a soft smile, she started in the direction of the university’s cafe.

A quick dash in and out, and Althea was happily sipping on a hot Chai Tea Latte. Her soft smile moved into a slightly more prominent one as the deliciously hot tea began to warm her up. Making her way down one of the many paths leading from building to building, she found a bench that was on a path a bit less traversed but still in the direction of her first class, plopped her bag on it and then dropped down beside her things to enjoy her tea. Her eyes roamed over the few students and faculty members strewn about the area that she was in - a group of three of art majors that she recognized from her art electives, as well as young couple obviously meeting to have a small breakfast date before their classes, and finally a group of three women, one of whom was clearly a teacher. As they spoke and moved slightly, Althea recognized the older woman as the Professor of English, Ms. Evers. One of Althea’s classes was with her and thankfully she was able to sit near the back of the class without much of a problem, but Ms. Evers still would attempt to include her on things so as not to allow her to feel left out. It was a nice little change to the other professors, who either completely ignored her or would go out of their way to single her out, either out of the wish to be nice and include her yet resulting in nervousness on her part, or contempt for her loner status, she did not know. Thankfully, Ms. Evers had somehow found a neutral ground in between the two where Althea was comfortable, and for that she was grateful.

The other two with the professor she didn’t know the names of, which was unusual for her seeing as she had a fairly good memory and rarely forgot names to face, but she did recognize them. Or at least she thought she did; she wasn’t quite sure. Something about them felt familiar, and a strange itching sensation began at the back of her head as she thought about it more. Finally, she shook it off as nothing and turned to her back, withdrawing the portfolio that she was currently working on. She had to pick one of her best abstract works and was debating between two different watercolor pieces that she had made. It was difficult for her to choose, so it was taking some time, especially since it had to be the perfect choice. It wasn't necessarily her future riding on this particular competition, but it was one of the many stepping stones that was needed for her to be able to actually make a career out of her art. The only reason why she was pursuing the degrees that she was was because of her parents pushing her to do so. She definitely held a certain degree of passion for teaching others as well as getting to understand how people function mentally, but it wasn't what she wanted to actually do with her life. Althea let out a frustrated groan, taking another sip of her delicious hot tea to try and level herself once more. She knew her parents loved her and only wanted what was best for her, but what they would think was best for her wasn't what made her the happiest and for some reason, they just couldn't seem to understand that. Closing her eyes for a moment, she drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly before reopening them and steadying her gaze on the two paintings.

Code ~ #088A29

Dead leaves and twigs crunched underneath Ryder’s feet as he made his way back through the dense forest surrounding the kingdom. Tree branches and fresh leaves brushed across his skin, his bow bumping gently against his back, quiver sliding across his thigh with each step. The wild boar that was his fresh kill slid behind him on his hand-made sled, rattling slightly with each bump in the ground it glided over. As he broke through the trees and fresh sunlight assaulted his eyes, he squinted slightly, taking in the kingdom before him. A strange itching at the back of his brain made him furrow his brows even more and he absentmindedly scratched the back of his head. It did nothing to alleviate the itch that was deeper, accompanied by a slight pain, but it was worth a shot.

Stifling a yawn, he nodded at the guards stationed at the entrance to the kingdom that was closest to the actual castle itself, so as to avoid any of the common-folk. He’d love to people-watch, don’t get him wrong; it was just that his presence tended to make a majority of the commoners more than uncomfortable. Although he himself had done nothing to directly hurt them, he had seen more than his fair share of the actions of his fellow servants at the direction of their queen, so he couldn’t quite blame them for their distrust and hate.They parted ways, allowing his entry as he was fairly easy to recognize, and he felt himself relax a bit once he was back within the city walls. It’s not that he was comfortable there, just less uncomfortable than being out in the forest. He didn’t know what it was, but something about the dense trees and strong scents of the earth made him feel a type of homesickness and a sense of sorrow that he couldn’t place the reasoning behind.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Ryder straightened a bit as he reached the front doors to the castle. Throwing them open, he strode inside, kill still dragging behind him, his ever present dark green cloak billowing slightly in the sudden gust of wind. Narrowing his eyes slightly in the direction of the murmuring servants who had paused at his entrance, he made his way towards the kitchen and dining area. He pulled the sled through the door to the kitchen, stopping only when it reached the feet of the Head Butcher. While he himself could have skinned the boar, it wasn’t necessary and he’d rather pass on the duty and leave it to those whose job it actually was to do so.

With only a nod in greeting and no words uttered, Ryder continued on his way, ignoring the annoyed looks that the kitchen staff were giving him. It wasn’t really his fault that the queen ‘requested’ that all meals be freshly caught on the day-of, so he wasn’t going to get his own ego hurt by a few irked servants.

When he reached the throne room, he rapped a passive knock on the large doors and when he was permitted, he pushed open the right door, the wind taking up his cloak ever-so-slightly. Approaching the throne, he avoided eye contact with the Queen, simply dropping to a knee before her, head bowed and cape gathered in hand and drawn over his side.

“I have caught a wild boar for your royal highness, if you would honor me by tasting it once the Royal Butcher and Chef have prepared it for you, My Queen,” he said, his voice coming out softly, soothing like honey to the ears. “I have also located the traitor Rune as per your request.” Looking slightly to each side, he notated the fact that they were not alone, and before simply handing over the information to the Queen in front of others without her request for more detail, he turned his gaze downwards once more. “Their location is to be delivered to the General upon your orders, My Queen.”


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Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Trinity & Serenity Novax

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Trinity/Khorra's Code ~ #8904B1
Serenity/Kierra's Code ~ #0431B4

Khorra'seyes scanned the page that she was on in her Forensics textbook, taking in the words and absorbing them as she did. She had a major test coming up and couldn't afford to get anything less than a 95% if she wanted to keep her scholarship, and the current chapter that they were studying was something that she was having difficulty grasping for some reason. She had already studied it for several hours over the last week and was still confused in some areas. More than likely she was going to need to ask the professor for further clarification which she hated to do, not only because it was relying on another person, but also because the Forensics Professor was a horrible old man who was stuck in the past believing that women did not need a higher education and should stay at home producing babies.

Stifling a sigh, Khorra slipped her bookmark into the spot that she stopped at, snapping the book closed and sliding it into her backpack beside her. She was currently sitting outside of the university pool building; it was nice outside for so early in the morning, not too chilly, and she was more than comfortable waiting for her sister outside. Her eyes grazed over the area that she was sitting in. It was fairly empty as it was still quite early with only a scattering of a few students here and there and one or two professors. A couple sat underneath a tree on a blanket, clearly having a breakfast date before their classes, and several feet away there was a small group of three students that she recognized but didn't know. A young girl with light orange hair sat a little further down on a bench holding what seemed to be a coffee and a folder filled with papers of some kind. A little further away from her stood a group of three women, the two younger ones she didn't know but seemed familiar and the older one being her English Professor, Ms. Evers.

Leaning back on the bench, she turned her violet gaze upwards peering through the leaves into the azure sky above. It reminded her of a beautiful ocean gently rippling in a breeze and she felt a calmness settle over her. Her hand absentmindedly reached up to grip the Kunzite pendant that hung from her neck, the only remnant of her former, forgotten life that she had. Her sister had an identical one, only it was set with an Aquamarine stone, and it was all they had to go off of for where they came from and who their former family may have been. The pendants brought them comfort for some reason and neither one of them had gone a single day without wearing it.

Meanwhile, Kierra was toweling off inside the girl's locker room. Swim practice had just concluded - they start at five am - and she had finally beaten her former PR for her Freestyle. If she could only shave off a few more seconds from her Butterfly Stroke now, she would be golden for the next swim meet, which was also the qualifier for the national tournaments.

Stifling a sigh, Kierra patted her short purple hair until it was only slightly damp before tugging a fresh set of clothes from her locker. After quickly slipping on a pair of leggings and a sweater with a shawl, she tugged a beanie over her wet hair to keep her from catching a cold. She plucked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, striding to the door to the girl's locker room, past the swimming pool where she gave a wave and a gentle smile to her teammates who were in the process of leaving as well and made her way through the front door of the building.

She wasn't surprised at all to see her sister waiting for her. Undoubtedly Khorra had been studying the entire time that Kierra was practicing and the younger sister felt a small warmth inside of her at the knowledge that her sister cared for her that much. With a soft smile on her face, Kierraapproached the identical girl, their only distinguishable features being Khorra's longer hair and their different eye colors, and dropped her bag at her feet as she sat down beside the other girl.

"Hey sis, how's your morning been going?" she inquired, accepting the bottle of water the slightly older girl offered her.

Khorra glanced up as her sister approached and gave her a smile that was identical to the other girl's, only not quite as innocent. "It's been going alright, I guess. It could be better. I'm having a difficult time grasping the current chapter that our next test will be on in my Forensics class and it's kind of stressing me out," she sighed, stretching her arms out and in front of her. She offered her sister a bottle of cool water, fresh from the canteen, and gave her an inquisitive look. "How about you? How are your times coming along?"

Kierra shrugged and took a swig from the bottle. "They could be going better, but I did shave off a few seconds on my Freestyle, which will be enough to qualify in the section for nationals. I need to drop down my Butterfly though before I'll be less nervous about the qualifiers. It's basically my deal-breaker on whether or not I'll be participating, so it's not an option for me to not improve it."

Dropping a hand on her sister's shoulder, Khorra gave her a confident smile. "If anyone can do it, you can, Era. I know you have the skills and the drive, you just need to get there. You've got this!" she boasted, giving her a thumbs up. Kierra gave her a small smile in response, clearly grateful for the uplifting message. "Thanks sis ... I know I can always count on you," she said softly, leaning a bit and resting her head on her slightly-older sister's shoulder. Closing her eyes, her hand moved up to subconsciously thumb over her pendant. A moment of silence passed between them before Kierra suddenly spoke once more, her voice holding a somber tone to it.

"Hey sis?" She paused for a moment as if to gather her courage before speaking once more. "Do you ever wonder ... Why we weren't good enough for our parents to keep? Why they had to abandon us on a front step of a building to strangers? How they managed to make us forget them?" When she was met by silence on her sister's end, Kierra opened her eyes and sat up, her gaze downcast. "I wonder about it a lot, that's all ... It makes me wonder if there's something wrong with us ... Something that we don't know about and that's why we can't remember. What if ... What if we did something bad?" Tears pricked at her eyes and she lifted her hand to rub at the liquid as it formed. "Why did we get abandoned? Why did we get so unlucky to have parents who hated us so much they'd want to throw us away?"

Khorra looked over at her sister helplessly. She knew it wouldn't matter what she said, because she herself had had the same thoughts time and time again. They both had issues of feeling inadequate and that was most of the reason why they were both so determined to excel and not disappoint their adoptive parents. They were both so afraid of being abandoned again that they strived for perfection even though they both knew logically that perfection was unachievable. Stifling a sigh, Khorra lifted her hand and dropped it on her sister's head, patting it gently. Kierra's tears slowed at the comforting touch and when she was a bit more calm Khorra spoke.

"There's nothing wrong with us. We're never going to rid ourselves of these feelings of not being good enough, no matter how illogical they are, because we're ingrained with that poison of not feeling good enough. We just need to remind ourselves that no matter what might have happened, we were young children at the time. We weren't responsible for our actions as we more than likely didn't even know what we were doing. Whatever reason our parents had to abandon us, that was their problems, not ours. We weren't the problems; they were. They were the ones who weren't good enough for us, and that's what we need to remember when we're having thoughts like that." Giving her sister a small smile, she tilted her head. "Now, why don't we stop by the canteen and get a couple of sandwiches to eat on the way to class, hm?" Kierra gave her sister a sad smile in response before nodding. "Yeah ... I'd like that. I'm really hungry from practice anyway," she laughed softly.


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Character Portrait: Niklaus Viel Eldiel

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Deep beneath the Lostein castle's front of luxury lurked a dark, damp place. The castle under Ivelda's rule had taken on her image over the years; its gardens blooming with color and extravagance, the furniture crafted from ivory and gold and silks and all manner of dead and glittering things. It was breathtakingly beautiful, perhaps more than it had been during the Livingstone's rule, but cold. Just like the mind calculating behind the bewitching eyes of its ruler. Ivelda's heart didn't lie with the castle's flourishing gardens or cold, golden throne. Her heart laid deep in the castle's dungeons, where the fires that warmed the floors above throbbed and blazed hot and humid. Shadows fed on the mold and decay in the dark of her heart and the wails of the tormented echoed amidst the dripping of some unknown, sticky substance from who knows where. It would take something truly twisted to thrive in these depths.

Enter, Eike.

The little prince did not simply thrive in the dark, rotting catacombs of Ivelda's heart. He could not reside anywhere else. They sheltered him, they nursed him, they were hers... when he shut his eyes, the rot was sweeter than flowers and the heat was nothing but a Spring breeze. It was love.

And these screams, that he pried from her enemy as he pried off his nails, they were how he gave it back.

The naked man gave a throaty wail as the nail came loose and Eike pulled away. The thorny vines wrapping against his shriveled body tightened and the blue roses growing from them bloomed, then died, bloomed, then died, releasing over and over an overwhelming sweetness then a stench of compost. Butterflies gathered at his wounds like beasts to a watering hole. Eike brought the nail to his lips and suckled it as he observed the man's reactions with unnaturally wide, pale eyes.


A guardsman entered the room, sweating profusely and hiding his nose. Behind him trailed two in noble garb linked together by chains, a woman and a little girl who shared the woman's eyes. The woman immediately went pale with disgust and attempted to hide the sight of the torture from the child.

"This is the traitor Lord Conrad's family," the guard continued, trying not to gag, "Her Majesty... wishes for you to see that no secrets die with them."

Eike took the bloody fingernail from his lips, his eyes drawn to the little girl peeking from behind her mother's skirts. She was glancing nervously around the room at its dark corners, where stuffed toys were being taken by mold and wasting away. Eike dropped the nail and bit the tip of his glove, pulling it off to reveal a few of his fingers to be missing and regrowing nails, too. He plucked a blue rose from his victim and approached the girl, kneeling before her. She trembled as he neared her face with his gloved hand, then flinched as he trailed a finger down her cheek.

Across her jaw, her cheeks, her forehead and down her nose, staring intently at her reactions as he did so. His finger traveled down her shoulder, paused, and suddenly wormed under her armpit to tickle her. She let out a shriek of laughter and shook herself free. Eike smiled. He continued his journey down to her little hand that she stretched out for him and stroked down each finger. She smiled shyly and giggled at the sensation as her mother watched on apprehensively. Finally, he brandished the blue rose for her, his hand clamped tightly around the stem. She went to take it - then gasped, her gaze fixated on Eike's hand. Thick droplets of blood dripped from his hand, and as he opened his palm, he revealed the wicked thorns that had sliced through it. He brought the rose to his face and took in a deep whiff, glaring at the girl's frightened expression as he did so. He stood.

"I understand." He said, and gave the guard an unnervingly vacant smile. "I shall teach them the euphoria of feeling."

The guard was eager to leave, taking the woman and her daughter with him. Alone apart from the waning consciousness of his prisoner, Eike picked up one of his stuffed toys and laid down on the hot stone. He stared up at the ceiling, towards the castle's beautiful interior, where the others dined and conversed and indulged in the finer sensations without him. He had never had a child to play with before. He wondered what face she would make at the taste of candy. He wondered how it would contort when she burned her tongue.

"Lucky," he whispered. His nails dug into his unfeeling companion. "Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky..!!"

Rip. Stuffing spilled from its broken seams. Eike shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

"... Oh, Elijah."

His eyes slid open. He brought his palm to his mouth and licked it, looking wistfully at the ceiling.

"Please, betray her soon."


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Character Portrait: Euphemia Isadora Apolline Regana Lavorre III Character Portrait: Ishara Soli Eldiel

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Miles from anything but dry vacant land, an abandoned power station had been transformed into a neon-colored cesspit of vice and adrenaline. The beats of a mediocre DJ tried to compete with the screech of tires and the roar of engines. Glasses smashed, cigarette buds were ground under heels and fresh layers of graffiti and satanic symbols were sprawled over the walls and floors. Nights like these were what left the ghosts that haunted the kids sneaking into these places in the morning.

Amidst the thick of exhaust fumes and burning rubber, a young woman leaned her back against the pop-up bar and watched, dead-eyed, as a man took his shot with a rock at a line-up of beer bottles on the boot of a 1996 SVT Mustang Cobra. The muscle car had seen better days, sure, with its botched yellow paint job and a couple dents here and there (plus one crater), but it had never been insulted like this. She watched the bottle shatter and rock bounce off the back window. The cherubic face of a boy propped on the broad shoulders of a oafish brute turned gleefully back to his friends. The woman silently committed that face to memory, when he headed her way.

He strode up beside her and nudged the other patrons out the way with his girth to make his order. The woman eyed him up and down, scoffing at his designer brand flannel, then lingering at the bulge in his pocket. A city-bred private school kid playing cowboy, great, won't be so hard to crack.

"Hey," she spoke up over the 'music', "Hey!"

The guy turned to her: Reese Winters, gum chewing, dyed red hair a stringy mess and caught in her hoops, in a little sequined slip and wobbling in studded turquoise heels, an oversized white thrift store coat baring her shoulders, knuckles and knees red and scabbed over. The epitome of a hot mess. He swigged his beer, eyes and brow lifting with interest. She grinned and leaned towards him. "Are you packing under that?"

The man leaned on his side against the bar, blocking her off from seeing anything else. He let out a flattered laugh. "Why are you asking?"

She shrugged. "Just bored of watching you throw rocks like some kid. If you want to impress somebody worth it, why don't you use a man's tool, cowboy?"

He laughed again, this time slipping out the hilt of a handgun from his jean's pocket. "Maybe I will, for you." He announced, puffing out his chest, his intoxicated face flushing a deeper shade of crimson. The gleam in her eyes turned deadly.

"You're not worried about hitting the car or nothing?"

"That thing? Babe, that old piece of junk is due for the scrap heap anyway. Don't worry about it."

The fake smile had left her face. He was already eyeing the rest of the party, mouthing to his friends who were making gestures of encouragement.

"That's my car."


Her hand shot out and twisted his lapels. "That's my car, dipshit."

His wide blue eyes blinked at her in confusion, when he smirked. "Aha, right. Right, should've known it. You're pretty trash yourself."

"Say whatever you want about me, that is '96 Cobra and we tear up the track together just as good as anything. You want to talk trash? I saw the Commodore you stepped out of. That's every white trash teenage boy's starter. I noticed yours is the newest model, right? And you've got it all nice and polished like some trophy. From that shiny car to the threads gripped in my damn fingers, you're just some rich shit dipping his toes into our lifestyle and I'm sorry, babe, you don't get to look down on me when I'm who you're pretending to be." She stopped and sniffed the air. "How much have you had? I'll match you."

He swiped her hand off him, eyes bulging with rage. "The hell are you doing that for?!"

"Because I'm going to race you, cowboy." She said, right before knocking down a shot and smirking. "And I don't want you to be at a disadvantage."

Reese threw her heels over her shoulder on the backseat, her bare toes scrunching against the peddles. Her mouth buzzed with the five shots she had just downed. She looked over at her opponent in his new white Commodore. He hooted out the window at her.

"Hey, trash! You really think your old husk can match -"

Reese revved her engine, loud, and started her music. Match his 2.0-litre turbo four cylinder engine in horsepower? She didn't care about that, that wasn't the point. This wasn't about who could push their foot on the accelerator the best, nor about how fast their cash could make them. This was about who could drive. The track they on was too dangerous to attempt if you couldn't. Her fingers drummed against the wheel impatiently in time with the bass line.

Go. Go. Go. GO!

Her wheels shrieked. Her engine roared a battle cry. Her mind went blank with adrenaline and every part of her became just another part of the car's machinery. Her opponent up ahead didn't even matter. She knew he'd have this stretch. It was where the crumbled walls of the power station whipped past her and they entered the condemned building that the stage was hers.

Her Cobra swerved between the cement pillars with reckless abandon. She spared her opponent a little look in her mirror to see him approaching the pillars far more cautiously, leaving him behind. The wheel spun freely under Reese's fingertips, then she grabbed it and jerked, speeding her way through the rest of the power station's first floor. She let a "Whooo!!" out her window as she shot from the building to the crowd that clapped behind their 'safety net' of barbed wire. She hadn't lost him, though. Smiling devilishly, she swerved her Cobra to face him, taunting him by taking the rest of the stretch in reverse and blocking his attempts to overtake her. A quick glance in the rear view mirror reminded her of the sharp turn up ahead and she didn't bother turning her car the right way. She drifted across the turn and used it to correct her course with an adrenaline-fueled shout, pumping her fist out of the open window. Oh, she could just taste the frustration of the guy in her dust from up here.

As she settled comfortably in what was a sure-fire first place, her mobile began to ring. She tried ignoring it, but its insistence prodded her into giving the phone a glance -



Reese jolted forward. She looked at her rear view mirror in a panic - the cowboy wannabe had caught up with her, but he hadn't used this as a chance to overtake her, oh no, he was out for revenge. Not only was he tail-gating her, but


"Son of a bitch!" Reese spat and slammed the accelerator. The bastard was ramming into her tail with that overcompensating bull bar of his! She tried to outpace him, no more than a mouse trying to escape being crushed by the big cat, now. "Ha... alright, he's trying to out-crazy me," she muttered to herself, then blasted her music high and brazenly declared, "NEVER try to out-crazy ME!"

She skidded, turning around and leaving him in the dust as she sped down the track... the wrong way. She twisted back a fair distance, catching him turning back to follow her, and flashed her high beams - right before speeding dead-straight at him.

He hesitated only a second to join her game of chicken, but it was a second she registered. Reese glared at him, unflinching. Yes, he'd crush her - but he wouldn't be able to do it without landing a scratch on his precious baby. So go ahead, crush her. Prove her perception of him wrong.



They swerved at the very last moment. Reese, calmly and expertly. The cowboy - panicked and out of control. She heard the crash before she'd turned her car around. Satisfaction filled her at the sight of the Commodore's hood, crumpled in by a metal fence post. Reese rolled her car up right beside the wreck, fetched the stale gum from her mouth and reached out to squish it with her finger onto the Commodore's window. With nothing else to say, she drove away.

A message came up on her phone as she drove out of the track.

Dad's been called out to the power station. If you're there, get out. This is the last time I warn you. Don't reply to this message.

"Don't worry, Vera..." Reese sighed, pulling out onto the empty highway. "... There's nothing there for me anyway."


The next morning, Reese was outside of her local fast food joint in torn shorts and another oversized coat, knocking her hungover head against the door.

"Freddieeee," she groaned. She squished her palms and nose against the glass. Yesterday's mascara darkened her eyes which only made the bags under them look worse. "Freddie!! C'mon, it's only a few minutes to... open up... Class is in an hour and I'm gonna retch..."


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Trinity & Serenity Novax

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The Blue Demon

”The rebels were no match for my flames and the army my Queen. They were burned to the last. Every man, woman, and child…” the Demon reported.

The Demon let the images of the dying villagers play out as a dark smile formed hidden by his mask as he started up again. ”The coward Rune was nowhere to be found… But I find a young woman named Lynia leading them. The bitch would not speak… So I stripped her bare, hung her from a tree and set her ablaze for all to see…”

The Demon savored the memory. ”Oh how she screamed as the flames took her…”

The Demon was still in his memory when he heard someone barge in. Ryder the Queen’s little Hound. The demon let the other man speak a glare jabbing out form behind his mask. As Ryder finished he spit out. ”So the hound has at last sniffed out something worthwhile? About time… So tell me pup were is this traitor that I may bring about his end as well?”

Lynn Summers

Lynn was running the figures of her latest engineering project though her head when she heard a voice call out to her. Looking over she saw Professor Evers her English teacher. Lynn had always found it odd that a professor not of her major was so interested in knowing how she was doing. Professor Evers though odd seemed nice enough.

The professor was not alone today though. Lynn noticed the young woman hiding behind her like a shy child even before she was introduced. Why would The Professor call her over just to meet this girl?

Awkwardly Lynn gave a half hearted smile as she said ”Hello to you too professor and... Uh Dawn was it?”


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Euphemia Isadora Apolline Regana Lavorre III Character Portrait: Ishara Soli Eldiel

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The morning breeze blew over Reese and tossed her bangs over her face. The parking lot was nearly empty, save for a delivery bike chained onto a yellow pole. Cooing came from overhead, followed by the flutter of wings. A flock of pigeons, chuckling at her sorry state.

A shape stirred in the dark. Lean, with what looked like giant drill bits wobbling from its peak.The silhouette approached Reese, coming closer and closer into the light to reveal her icy blue gaze; vibrant as the ocean but marred by fatigue.

"Reese?" She asked, with a voice barely above a whisper. Fredericka Reyes. Or ‘Freddie’, as Reese knew her, decked up in her uniform, white with an orange, plaid trim. She pulled the door open. "You look like shit," Freddie stated, quite plainly. "Come in, I was making coffee but…" she looked Reese up and down. "I think you need… protein."

A pale, slender hand reached into a bucket, disappearing in a sea of golden-brown drumsticks. She brought one to her face, steam emanating from the layer of freshly deep-fried crust.


The crust cracked with a single, gentle bite. The golden layer gave way to a white tenderness which practically melted in Freddie's mouth. She leaned her head back and reveled in her own personal salty, savoury heaven.

"McCool's Fried Chicken…," Freddie cooed as she tilted forward, contemplating the feast before her. "...Best hangover cure in fifty states…" Her visible blue eye looked from the fried chicken, to Reese, to the accoutrements around them - a side of salad, two serves of mashed potatoes, and a big, bright tub of mac and cheese, slick with grease and oozing with sinful, processed cheese.

Freddie brought a fork to the salad and dug the prongs into the pile of green and red. "You were out… on the tracks again?... During school night?"

A pause.

Freddie brought the fork up, towards her open mouth.


Munch, munch.

"You goffa...cut thaff down, girl," Freddie managed between her chewing, then gulped. "The dean's already got it out for you…" Freddie shook her fork, maintaining her nearly flat tone. "Don't need to encourage him..."

Reese hunched over the feast, tearing through drumstick after drumstick after wing after drumstick. She slurped up a heaped spoonful of the toxic yellow mush passing for mac and cheese and chewed, with attitude, if there could be such a thing.

“Gwaagh…” she groaned between chugs of soda, then collapsed back in her seat and gave Freddie a dismissive wave. “Aw, come off it, Freddie!” She whined, “I breezed through the referencing assessment. Can’t I cut myself a break, here?” She looked up from picking her teeth with a chicken bone, brow twitching. “Like you’re in a place to give me a lecture, anyway. Those eyes red from staying up all night on your research paper, or?”

"Hey…," Freddie began as she reached for another drumstick. "I was cramming for tonight's exam… and needed... inspiration." Fredericka turned her glance away and lowered her voice. "Admittedly, there was more inspiration and less… cramming."

The two emptied the bucket of chicken in short order, strewing bones all over the bottom. Freddie looked upon the pile, her brows pointed upwards in mild awe. Not even cartilage remained, only bones.

"Man...We were really hungry."

Freddie stood and rubbed her hands together to scatter the crumbs. "You better get going. I gotta clean this mess up before the manager gets here." She turned to walk away, but looked over her shoulder one last time. "You still good… for Redflix and Blaze… on Thursday?"

Reese scratched her head with greasy chicken fingers, looking elsewhere uncomfortably. "Aah… I don't know, Freddie. Doing that kind of thing - it hasn't been a good trip for me lately, y'know?"

Freddie's eyes narrowed. Her lips scrunched up into a frown. "It's that druid… isn't it?"

"Wiccan." Reese interrupted, then backpedaled. "I mean, I never even said she was the problem!"

Freddie folded her arms and sighed. She fetched the empty cups and tossed them into the bucket, then hoisted the whole thing and strutted towards the kitchen. "You just can't get her out of your mind…"

As running water hissed behind her, Reese noticed Freddie's satchel, laying on the ground, with a thread of silver coiled upon the open flap. A violet twinkle came from within, stirring a peculiar feeling inside her. She placed a hand over her back pocket, which her own pendant was tangled up in, identical to Freddie's but for the stone, a golden topaz. These pendants that held the secrets of their pasts… they were the only thing that someone as abrasive as Reese and as chill as Freddie had in common. Well, that and being total disappointments.

“Yeah… yeah, right, I need to run.” Reese called out to Freddie, “I owe you for this, Fred, seriously. I’ll take a look at the clutch on your scooter this week after I fix up my client’s suspension. Promise!”

The door slammed shut, swiftly followed by the growl of an engine and the shriek of wheels. Freddie gave the empty establishment a belated thumbs up.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Kyri Shokira Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Niklaus Viel Eldiel Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Trinity & Serenity Novax Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue

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Cassie Peters
Code- #46935C

A lone runner was jogging over the campus. Cassie, ever the early riser, was getting in her daily morning run. She never ran too hard because she had to maintain her energy throughout the rest of the day. Besides, she had track practice that afternoon. The green hair girl was more of a mid-distance runner who often did 800 and 1,500 meter runs. While track was how she got into this college, her true desire was music and she finally got a few music scholarships. She didn't want to depend entirely on her parents, well adopted parents. Still she loved them very much. She did think about who who her real family was though. She really wanted an explanation on why her green hair was natural. She use to joke that maybe she was from another planet all together, but didn't really believe it despite her eccentric behavior. While the idea of being rejected did hurt, she learned enough from her adoptive parents that one must learn all sides of a story in order to learn the truth. So she would wait. She had already talked about trying to find her biological family after graduating, but that would be at another year. Only clue she did have was her sapphire pendent, which was the real deal. She never let it out of her sight. Right now it was swinging on her neck on a short chain.

As she ran by the natatorium, she spotted 2 people she recognized, twins Khorra and Kierra. She often had a hard time remembering who was who. Khorra was the one with the shorter hair right? The two were together so much that it was hard to tell them apart sometimes. She hadn't really interacted with them that much though, but she saw both of them at times. Both were athletic in some fashion with Kierra being the swimmer and Khorra doing other sports. Being on the track team, when Cassie had made a point to support other campus athletes when she could so she had attended some of Kierra's swim meets. Plus the 3 of them now were in the same English class. Despite not really knowing them, Cassie still felt some kind of connection for some reason, which was weird since she never knew them prior to coming here. Deciding to say hi, she jogs up to them.

"Good morning! How are both you? Say um, who is who again? Sorry I am horrible at remembering which of you is Khorra and Kierra."

Lilith Evers and Dawn Henderson
Codes- #C71585 and #5477B9

Lilith was quick to notice Lynn's expression. Had she taken her by surprise? She also looked a bit baffled about something too. The young woman was quick to great Dawn however.

”Hello to you too professor and... Uh Dawn was it?”

Dawn nodded. This was pretty awkward. However soon her gaze fell upon the pendent Lynn was wearing. She had seen plenty of pendents before, but this one really caught her eye, like she was experiencing a form of deja vu. While very different from her own opal, the chains looked very similar. Dawn remembered how her parents got the stone and chain tested once. Opal was easy to identity, but the metal of the chain was something no one had ever seen before. Seeing someone having a similar chain as her was unnerving.

"That's a lovely pendent. Is that a real ruby? Do you mind if I ask where you got it? I ask because I have something similar, chain wise at least. My stone is an opal. I've had it since I can remember, even though I don't know who gave it to me."

Lilith smiled. All the chains the princesses had were made of metal only found in Rhindeval and also had magic properties like the stones themselves. She already knew that she would be using the pendents to help wake up the girls. She was just waiting for the right moment to do that. Not now for there wasn't time, but she would soon today. Feeling the magical energy of another nearby princess, Lilith looked and saw one of them sitting on a bench looking at something. She saw that it was Princess Artemisia aka Althea. While she knew it was unlikely to get the girl to meet Lynn and Dawn now, she would at least check on her. Checking her watch really quick, she saw she was running out of time before her first class.

"Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I need to go soon. I will see the both of you in class today. Take care ladies."

Startled, Dawn watched as the professor headed toward someone. Looking at the person she was heading to, she was once again filled with a sense of deja vu. This was starting out to be one weird day.

Lilith approached the brunette and saw she was looking at art pieces.

"Good morning, Althea. Those are some wonderful pieces. How are you this morning?"

Ivelda Evers
Code- #003300

Ivelda listen gleefully as she listened to her demon's report. As much as she enjoyed hearing his reports, she was smart enough to not show it. Oh a lot of people believed her to be evil, but were too scared to say that to her face. Still in order for her to keep control of her princes, she had keep up the illusion that what she did was for the greater good. A smart ruler never took any chances. The former rulers of Rhindeval were not weaklings and the sons of these rulers at least showed that she had to be careful with them too.

"My boy as much I as am happy that those rebels are gone, you could have spared that young woman for me at least."

Indeed, she took great pleasure of stealing the essences of young women to keep her looking young and fair.

Soon another one of her princes entered with some game for her. Listening to him, she beamed.

"Oh Ryder that's wonderful news! Both of you have worked so hard. Yes please take it to the butcher, but before either of you do anything else, let me give you both something to drink!"

Leaving her through, Ivelda soon return with two cups of the same drink she had given Adrian. Smiling at them both she waited for them to finish it before speaking up again.

"Now, Ryder, after you give the Blue Demon the report, you are free to go. I have my own business to attend to at the moment. Both of you do your queen proud. Thank you for keeping Rhindeval safe!"

Leaving the room, she soon head for a part of the area not many people saw, her dungeons. She needed to find another 'sacrifice' and she knew just who to go to. She soon found her inquisitor.

"Eike, I see you've been doing your job hehe. I need your help. I am in need of another young woman, preferably clean and fair of face. Are there any like that down here?" she asked while threading her fingers through his hair, petting him.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Kiran Shokira Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Trinity & Serenity Novax Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue

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Code ~ #0B610B

A soft clunk was heard as Althea’s Chai Tea cup was tossed into the trash bin beside her bench. Leaning her head back, she looked up at the sky, her frustration evident on her features. It shouldn’t be so difficult for her to choose a piece to submit, but the pressure of ensuring that she chose the right one was causing a blockage in her submission process. She turned her face back down the portfolio in her lap, eyes darting between the two different pieces that she was stuck between. One was a beautiful work portraying a faceless woman wearing what seemed to be an extravagant dress; the other was a breathless landscape of a range of hills bordering what seemed to be a spaceless yet glorious spanse of water.

Caught off-guard by the sudden approach of Professor Evers, Althea jumped, nearly scattering her papers in the process. She managed to keep from spilling them and quickly slid them all back into the portfolio. Holding the folder on her lap, she turned a small yet kind smile up to the woman before her, the sweetness reaching her eyes.

“Good morning to you too, Professor Evers. How has the beginning of your day been?” she asked. At the mention of her pieces, she turned her gaze back down to the folder and reopened it, the two works that she was debating between the first ones on the stack. Holding them side-by-side, she frowned slightly, obviously uncertain. “Thank you for the compliment, I really do appreciate it, but I’m not so sure that I agree,” she sighed out, her brows slightly furrowed. “I’m supposed to submit my choice for the Abstract Division II section of the upcoming exhibit, but I can’t decide which one I want to go with. They’re both some of my best works for the Watercolor category, but they also have their flaws, and I’m not certain which one’s pros outweigh the cons, you know?” she asked, her lips pursed in thought.

Turning her sight back up the professor, an uncertain smile crossed her lips. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you with my indecisiveness. What do you think? If it were you, which one would you choose? I definitely could use some impartial advice and opinions,” she laughed out, her cheeks tinged a light pink in embarrassment to be asking her professor for her viewpoint.

Code ~ #088A29

At the input of the General, Ryder felt his normally placate expression turn slightly sour, a small scowl crossing his lips. His generally passive eyes turned dark and a bit cold, his displeasure at the other man’s words evident on his face. He kept his head down, however, and chose to ignore the Demon. It was in his best interest to not allow any of the other men of the court to see his true feelings and nature, so instead he chose to come off as the indifferent servant, completely and wholly loyal to their queen. If any of the other court-appointed servants sniffed out even a pinch of his wavering loyalty and distrust, they would immediately inform the queen, which would not result in anything good for him or the people of the kingdom.

When his queen acknowledged his information, he gave a small nod of his head before rising to his feet once more. He watched as she left the throne room for a moment before returning with two glasses of an unknown liquid. At the sight of the cups, he felt an odd feeling in his bones, something that he only ever felt when out hunting or tracking and was being watched or in immediate danger. The odd tickling sensation returned to the back of his head and he absentmindedly itched the spot yet found himself unable to be rid of the feeling.

Reaching out, Ryder accepted the cup from his queen yet hesitated to drink it. Under her scrutinizing gaze, however, he knocked it back in one gulp. Immediately he felt off, almost different and unlike himself, and a small cloud came over his thoughts. All he could think was of his beautiful and magnificent queen, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Only moments before he remembered doubting her and her intentions, but now he couldn’t recall as to why he would ever question her. Something wasn’t right and he knew it, but couldn’t tell what it was.

Once she had left, he turned to face the Demon, his disdain for the other man hidden behind a monotonous expression. The General was one of the few men that got under his skin with his heartless and dark nature. He seemed to care naught for the citizens of the kingdom and only for the queen’s happiness, and despite Ryder wanting the same, he couldn’t help but feel something deep within him that found everything to be odd and unnatural in the kingdom’s court. However, if he wanted to keep his position and not be punished for treason, he would have to play nice with the other man, no matter how little he disliked the thought of it.

“Rune is currently hiding near the southern border of the kingdom in a small shack with an unregistered bunker beneath it. After further investigation, it seems that a majority of the leaders of their resistance force has set up home in said bunker, which will make it easier for them all to be taken into custody in one fell swoop, if you plan correctly,” he said, the last bit coming off a bit condescending. Turning his back to the other man, he drew his cloak entirely around him and made his way towards the doors, pausing when he reached them to give the General another look over his shoulder. “Try not to mess this one up, would you? I would hate for all of my hard work retrieving this information to go to waste,” he tilted his head slightly to the side, a small, cocky smirk on his lips, and left the throne room. While he was usually not one for many words, If the General wanted to play war with his words, then Ryder would respond in kind.

Once he was in the massive halls outside of the room, Ryder felt himself relax once more. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, especially following the intake of that strange liquid that the queen gave him, but at least he wasn’t trapped in that room with all of those dark faces looking at him any longer. Their scrutinizingly glaring faces gave him the underlying sense of something evil and that bothered him almost as much as the feeling that something wasn’t right with the queen that he had been idolizing for as long as he could remember. It was almost as though the image that he had of her was cracking, like glass did when broken.

At the thought, a piercing pain darted through his head. He cringed, hand pressed to his forehead, and leaned against the wall next to the doors to the room he had just left. Forcing himself to take in slow, deep breaths, Ryder fought back the pain through gritted teeth. He wa right; something was very wrong with everything. Although everything had seemed dark before, in the last couple of days, especially today in particular, things had seemed so much darker than before. Almost as though some sort of an illusion had been cast and only just now was starting to fade away, splintering as it went. There was only one person that he could trust to talk to about this, and that was the Kingdom's Physician with whom he was training under. While there was a Royal Physician specifically for the Queen with whom he could have studied beneath, he had opted for the Kingdom’s Physician, who saw only civilians. The only reason why the Queen had agreed to this was because the Kingdom’s Physician would have a more broad expertise instead of having spent the last decade or so caring for only one individual.

Pushing himself away from the walk with determination in his features, he set off at a brisk walk, jaw clenched as he fought against the pain in his head.

Ryder needed to pay him a visit, and he needed to do it today.


Dual Code ~ #04B486
Trinity/Khorra's Code ~ #8904B1
Serenity/Kierra's Code ~ #0431B4

Khorra rose and retrieved her bag from the ground by her feet, slinging it over her shoulder as she turned her eyes down to her sister. Kierra quickly joined her, grabbing her backpack and swimming bag and doing the same as her sister. Khorra bent over and retrieved her large cello case, but before they could take a step they were approached by a girl that they recognized from one of their classes. She easily stood out with her vibrant green hair, but they both compelled themselves not to stare. They knew better than most people how it felt to be scrutinized just because of their appearances - twins with natural purple hair, of all things, yet strikingly different-colored irises. Although she was generally wary of people they didn’t know, Khorra felt an odd familiarity with the girl that went beyond having a simple class together. She had felt it before when her gaze would happen to slide over her, and she’d be lying if she said it was a bad familiarity. Kierra stood slightly behind her sister and could almost read her sister’s mind. They both felt the same; wary of strangers, yet this girl didn’t seem to be oh-so-strange.

Ever-the-kind-and-welcoming girl, despite her generally shy nature, Kierra allowed a gentle smile to reach her lips as she moved to her sister’s side, effectively taking the lead so as to alleviate any type of stand-offishness her sister could possibly decide to throw at the innocent girl who was simply trying to say hello.

“Good morning to you too! It’s so nice to meet one of our new classmates,” Kierra said cheerfully, holding out a hand in greeting. She laughed a little at the girl’s question as both she and her sister were more than used to being on the receiving end of that question. Although they thought that they looked pretty different, it was understandable how people could be confused. ”It’s okay, it happens a lot actually. We just appreciate you asking and not just assuming that you know which of us is which,” she laughed out. Casting a smile over at her sister, she motioned to herself and then the identical girl beside her. ”My name is Kierra, and this is my sister-” she began, but was cut off by her sister mid sentence, ”-Older sister, Khorra,” Khorra finished, stepping slightly around her sister to introduce herself. She was a lot more awkward with first meetings with others in comparison to her sister, but once they could get past the little bump that was their introductions, she knew she would be able to relax a bit. Besides, Kierra was always telling her she needed to try and make more friends. With a small sigh of indignation, she forced a friendly smile to her face, wanting to at least try and be friends with the girl. She seemed harmless enough.

”Your name is Cassie, right? I like that; it’s nice,” she said, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head. ”I’ve seen you run track before and I’d have to say that I’m impressed. You’re one fast girl,” she laughed out. ”I’ve also seen you watching the swim meets. Thanks for the support; I’m sure my sister and her friends appreciate you cheering them on,” she smiled. Kierra stepped forward once more, not wanting to be shut out of the conversation. ”Oh! Now that she mentions it, I do remember seeing you in the spectator seats. We really do appreciate the support a lot, especially if you enjoy watching. If you want, I could reserve you some good seats at the front with Khorra for next week’s national qualifiers. It’s going to be intense!” she hurried out excitedly, almost shining with her giddiness. Clearly passionate about her sport, Kierra couldn’t contain herself when talking about the competitions. Khorra rolled her eyes a little at her sister’s energy before turning back to the girl before them. ”Anyway, we were just on our way to the canteen to grab a couple of prepackaged sandwiches. If you’d like to join, you’re more than welcome,” she offered with a quick glance at a nearby clock. ”We have just enough time to eat before the next round of classes begin.”


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Beyond the shores of Kasai, far from the borders of Arcadia, the seas roiled under darkly-clouded skies. Waves rose then crashed by the thousands, like ever-shifting mountains bounding over the horizon. Lightning struck from the heavens, a bright flash which seemed twice as blinding in the pitch black of night.

There, amidst the mountain-like waves, two ships fought in a battle for life or death. From the south, a foreign junk with ridged sails like a sea dragon. From the north, their quarry, a galleon, twice as long and thrice as tall, with rows of red-striped sails erected from the finest oaken masts. A hundred cannon ports lined its broadside, smoke rising fresh from their barrels. The sea screamed and slammed against the ship, but it held fast, its hull unmarred, its course undeterred. The ship was more than wood and metal. Men turned its wheel, wind pushed its sails, and fire spat from the cannons. But at the helm, with a dagger held between gritted fangs, was its captain.

"HARD TO STARBOAAARD! Give them no dignity of retreat, MAKE! THEM! ROUT!"

Seven feet tall, with nearly three hundred pounds worth of muscles. Clad in little more than a loincloth and a pair of water-faded boots. He was a man from the neck down, no doubt, even with a skin of bronze and the curving tattoos burnt into his arms. But above his shoulders was the face of a hog; coarse, hairy, with a broad pink nose and great, curving tusks.

Korgan was his name. Captain of the Razorback, admiral of the Fourth Fleet, and Ivelda's chief outrider. His eyes gleamed an inhuman yellow, his prey reflected upon their surfaces; the last ship of the soon-to-be-extinct Eastern Typhoon smuggling fleet. They thought to flee beyond Rhindeval, to create a new life for themselves with the ill-gotten spice in their hold.

Korgan flicked his tongue and flipped the dagger in his mouth.

They thought wrong.

A barrage scattered from the Razorback's starboard. Fire and iron pelted the pirate's sails and smashed through their hull. With their wings clipped, the Razorback closed in with ease, casting a shadow upon terrified faces.

Korgan loomed from the deck, with burly men and women at his side, and a massive axe rested over his shoulder; a thing of iron and wood, with a hilt bound in leather and a crescent-bearded, battle-scarred head. He flashed a grin, then gave his orders. "No prisoners."

"NO PRISONERS!" His crew repeated amidst a chorus of cackles.

Korgan leapt, and brought his axe down with a bellowing roar.



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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Niklaus Viel Eldiel

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Eike glanced up from his business when he heard the click of heels approaching. He flicked the blood from his scalpel and set it on a tray in preparation for his Queen's arrival. When he saw her, life came to his vacant eyes and a genuine smile graced his blue lips.

"Welcome, Your Majesty," he greeted her with a deep bow. He shut his eyes as he felt her slender, ivory fingers tangle in his hair, shuddering at her touch. He nuzzled his head against her palm, relishing the feeling of her skin brushing his scalp, but also the fluttering in his chest. There truly was no sensation more fascinating. His eyes slid open to regard her and her request. He thought of Lord Conrad's wife. Perhaps the Lady was a few years past his Queen's request, but fair maidens were in short supply, and the Lady's daughter would not be suitable for several years to come...

"... Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, unwilling to remove himself from her hand, "I shall have her bathed and delivered to your chambers at once..." His head turned, his eyes downcast in shame. "I hope she will do well to please you. I wish... there were a way to supply you more reliably... girls grow so slowly, and the product so often... disappointing."

He looked back to her, eyes sparkling with adoration. "No, I live to please you, Your Majesty. I will find a way." His head tilted, and he gave her an innocent, boyish grin - oh, there was a bloodstain at the corner of his lips. "Please be sure to give her the divine right of human feeling for me!"