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Niami Arlette

Princess of En Lome

0 · 271 views · located in Culvas; En Lome

a character in “Kingdom of Shadows”, as played by Cryabetes

Description

This is stupid, you're stupid


Full Name: Niami Arlette
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Occupation & Level of Education: Princess of En Lome, she has had formal training in pretty anything from math to ball room dancing. She has little to no street smarts and doesn't know any way to protect herself
Age, Height & Weight: 21, about 5'2", and is about 110 lbs
General Appearance: Niami has pale skin and semi long black hair, her eyes are blood red and she's lean and skinny, she wears glasses and is blind with out them
Combat experience: hahahaha
Beliefs: She follows Lyvellen since she grew up o n this religion but she's not a big religious person
Aspirations: If anything to leave the palace and become an author
Possessions: carries a journal and pens
Personality: if anything Lazy and loves sleeping, she's a book worm and has little to no friends, she tends to be antisocial and quite rude to others.
History: Sheltered life of being a princess isn't Niami's idea of a good time, she has grown bored of her princess training and would rather hide out in the castles library. When she found out about marrying one of the foreign princes she showed her distaste by leaving the castle

So begins...

Niami Arlette's Story

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Character Portrait: Karemia Aussette Character Portrait: Vincent Claude-Heathcliff Character Portrait: Nythivellan Meiryn Character Portrait: Hurin of the western Fae. Character Portrait: Cyllene Arlette Character Portrait: Nythivellan Milera Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Niami Arlette Character Portrait: Raciall Fielvun Character Portrait: Rina Krauss Character Portrait: Valeryn Terynis Character Portrait: Dayria Character Portrait: Caithness Jang
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Imagehe country of En Lome is a quiet one. They have never felt the rumble of revolution, never suffered defeat in war but never experienced the power of a victory, and their greatest scandal fell under the rule of their last king; their history is generally calm and pretty, but it lacks the raw emotion of a masterpiece. They are not an incredibly interesting people and, with their lack of eventful news, history may not remember them well. It is a dull morning, such that are characteristic of the country, that brings with it the beginning of their only great story.





. For a time, the only sounds are the soft, sleepy murmurings of a waking castle. The cooks set to work on the morning meal, the first cycle of night guardsmen are sent to their rest by the morningmen, and the princess' lady-in-waiting comes tapping at her door. But there is no princess within. In response, a call rises up and the castle is soon in uproar; all off-duty guards are called to the search, whispers of foul play run through the court, a din of agitation to break the classically still air.


. The queen tries to keep her poise, though the tumult of voices and footsteps does little to help her composure. Her face is drawn tight in frustration but she tries to look thankful for the flock of noblemen now competing for her regal attentions. Her daughter is missing, her husband is out of reach, and the normal order of her castle is in shambles. This is dangerous and she knows it all too well. She is already scheduled for a journey to Maslona for... negotiations and putting them off any longer would be more than unwise. Her daughter could be anywhere now.


. With heavy heart, and an unwelcome band of noblemen gathered near, the final preparations for the queen's short journey are made. All she has to offer her missing daughter for now are prayers and a search part organized by her loyal constable.

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Character Portrait: Vincent Claude-Heathcliff Character Portrait: Nythivellan Meiryn Character Portrait: Hurin of the western Fae. Character Portrait: Nythivellan Milera Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Niami Arlette Character Portrait: Raciall Fielvun Character Portrait: Rina Krauss Character Portrait: Valeryn Terynis Character Portrait: Caithness Jang
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Chaos. Chaos reigned in the quietest realm in the world, disturbing its quietness. Men's voices shattered the calm, demanding answers, and it was into this mess that the Silver Knight strode in. He was garbed in shining steel that morning, with only dents won in honorable combat marring its sheen. Valeryn stepped into the main hall, towards the Queen and her entourage and called out "Your Majesty! I have heard of your daughter's disappearance, and I offer my condolences, as well as my vow to you. I hereby swear by blood and by title that I will locate your daughter, and bring her home swiftly! I have ten good men, and fast horses. We can set out within the next half hour." And as he talked he gave a deep bow. His face was thus hidden as he gave a small smile at his fortune. For if he found the princess then his prestige would be unmatched, and the Queen would have to give him her daughter's hand in marriage...

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Character Portrait: Niami Arlette Character Portrait: Raciall Fielvun Character Portrait: Valeryn Terynis
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Raciall walked onto the small patio his two story house used to extend the second floor and protect the entrance from the elements. The sun was bright in the morning sky, and it felt good as it showed off the sheen of Raciall's near metallic skin. He moved over to the railing, leaning on it in his bed clothes that he had yet to change out of yet.

Down in the streets, the guards were moving about as if the town had come under siege. They ran about the morning crowd, pushing citizens out of their way as they moved to the gates in droves. Something was going on, that much was not lost on the dracoi. What he didn't know what was going on.

Now encouraged to make his daily audience with the queen far earlier than usual, Raciall rushed into his room. He threw his mage robes on as quickly as he could, while still keeping them neat and comfortable. Next on was his shortsword, its sheath, and the belt that held them up, quickly followed up by his satchel filled with books. With some quick checks and adjustments to his belts, and Raciall was ready to make an audience with the queen.

Opening the door to his home, Raciall made his way into the streets. He made sure to say his morning "Hello" to all the merchants that he worked with as he moved down the streets. Several times, he had to look up and find the castle because of the packed streets that Raciall usually came out later to avoid such.

Upon reaching the castle, Raciall had more than a few close calls as guards rushed about the castle to figure out where the people they needed to inform where. This did little to delay Raciall as he made his swift steps towards the Throne Room.

When he reached the open doors, Raciall immediately spotted the horde of leeches who were known as nobles. They never seemed to do anything to help anyone but themselves. It disgusted him to know that they spent so much time licking boots when they had the knowledge and skill to help the world run effectively. They all seemed like they had no will to make their own money, something that Raciall believed everyone should have to do.

Walking into the horde, Raciall was bumped aside several times before the leeches began to push his buttons. He normally did his best to avoid the times that they sought audiences for a good reason. However, after one too many impacts, Raciall had enough. Crash! The sound of thunder echoed through the halls as the unhappy noble looked at his fellow peers. "What purpose could you all possibly be serving by swarming the queen like flies when there is obviously some important task?!" The steaming Raciall shouted at his "peers."

With a now clear path to the queen, Raciall took a deep breath and walked up beside the knight that had made his way to an audience and knelt. "I am sorry that you had to see that my queen. What has disrupted the serenity of the kingdom, and how may I assist in its restoration?" Raciall asked as calm and polite as he could muster, before standing up and letting his black hair, copper arms, and arm scales show to the nobles standing behind him and the knight.

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Character Portrait: Cyllene Arlette Character Portrait: Niami Arlette Character Portrait: Raciall Fielvun Character Portrait: Valeryn Terynis Character Portrait: Dayria
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The queen stands beside her husband's throne, her small hand lain gracefully over an ornamental orb at the head of the chair. She tries to look calm and collected, even as vicious, exacting eyes stare her down from the base of the small platform the thrones are settled on. The loud thunder of voices, all competing over each other for just a moment of her attention, a moment stolen from her finding her child. Antagonizing.

She bites back the sharp words rushing to the tip of her tongue and tries to look upon the crowd with the great composure and sincerity expected of a queen, but the words are all blending together in their harshness, only a roar of half-helping gestures and power plays and noble silliness.

The sudden call of her title breaks her lack of focus, pulling her back into the world before her. The nobles do not cease their chattering, but she tries to focus on the words of the one now bowing before her. "Your Majesty! I have heard of your daughter's disappearance, and I offer my condolences, as well as my vow to you. I hereby swear by blood and by title that I will locate your daughter, and bring her home swiftly! I have ten good men, and fast horses. We can set out within the next half hour." The words merely succeed to strike her as another attempt to win her favor, albeit a more chivalrously posed attempt. She opens her mouth to reply only to hear the boom of thunder in her hall. Not again...

A good number of those seeking her attention fall aside at the sound of magic; the fear of the arcane affects even the educated, it seems. The sounds in the hall falter, finally, to the point of her being able to make out the next words with relative ease. "I am sorry that you had to see that my queen. What has disrupted the serenity of the kingdom, and how may I assist in its restoration?"

For a moment longer, the queen holds her tongue until, finally, a voice far to strong for her small form escapes her. "Enough." Finally, her court falls silent. "Raciall and Valeryn stand. The rest of the court, excepting a notable few," she bows her head in the direction of her husband's advisers, who have stood quietly aside for the duration. "Are to stand in silence unless spoken to."

A moment's pause and the nobles, grumbling but not daft enough to deny the acting monarch's word, shrink away from the platform.

"My daughter is missing." says the small queen simply, fingers tightening on the throne. "Half the city is already out looking for her and the other half has deemed fit to crowd my castle and impede our search. If you wish to help, I'd rather you remain calm. Someone should." Her eyes turn to glide over the crowd, then fall finally again on Valeryn and Raciall. "If you wish to help, I'd appeal you to remain calm and stand at your post but," she looks to the rest of the court. "I have a feeling my advice, in that, will not be heeded. If nothing else, do not allow your tongues to let slip of this incident to anyone. My daughter and her friend must be gently collected and returned. The panic of the country will do nothing to assist that."

She takes a deep breath, through her nose, and draws herself up. "If there is anything else?"

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"I shall seek the aid of the scryers in Troumora. It won't give an exact answer, but it should help to direct the search parties. That is all, my queen." Raciall said with a respectful bow before turning to stare at the other "noble" men and women for a few moments. It was obvious to him that these pampered servants needed to be shown what a valuable noble does, as compared to the meaningless voice that they merged together to become.

After his moment's stare, Raciall walked down the isle. Those among the crowd gave him mixed looks of awe and hate. He more than realized that he occasionally abused the powers that fate had given him, but Raciall tried to avoid unnecessary use. After all, over use of anything is bad for business, politics, and ideology.

Upon exiting the palace, Raciall moved about the near deserted streets of late morning, gathering materials. The trip to Troumora was routine for Raciall, but the decision to go was sudden and if he hoped to keep the ruling family ruling, he needed to head out as soon as possible.