Announcements: Initiative: Promoting Forum Roleplay » Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Empty Skies » Does Mind Affect the World? » I have an announcement. » Iskjerne Ballad by dealing_with_it » Viking Music / Norse Songs - Germanic Paganism » Capitalism » Panspermia: a Case for Cordyceps » The Ethics on owning a Housepet » I just really had to share this plot idea. » Materialism » Satire & Comedy » Platonic numbers » No complaints (a little bit of rappin) » Any multi-player roleplay videogamers here? » Needing a woman's perspective on a concept » Gluts and Gaps » Universal Basic Income » Impending Pursuit Q&A » Eudaimonia » Loot! »

Players Wanted: Long term partner to play an older male wanted » DEAD! » Looking for new RP Buddy(s)! » Sands of Oblivion » Looking for Role Players to join an active universe » Looking for Empire of Cendalia Players » Seeking Roleplayers for The Isekai Wonderland Project » Hadean The Brave - Fresh Blood » Just a trophy of status - long term, story focus! » Kingdom come looking for roleplayers » The Last Dragon! » Roleplay Return for 1 x 1 » Players wanted for a science fiction adventure. » Players needed for Fantasy Romance reboot » One(1) male & Two(2) Female Roles OPEN <3 » Talmora: Kingdom of magic » Looking For A New Partner » Hellboy characters » 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! »


Queen's Protector

"I will stand by your side Your Majesty, even when the world is against you."(WIP)

0 · 392 views · located in The Queen's Palace

a character in “Synchronicity: Paradise of Lights and Shadows”, as played by Syao4500


Nginnam Throst

Queen's Protector

Bodyguard of the Queen

Lost count, estimated around 900 years old


Appearance Description
What he looks like underneath the helm is unknown. Never takes off helm in the presence of others, some say he is a handsome man underneath, while some say he has horrible scars and burns. Nginnam stands at 6 feet tall and has a imposing presence boosted by his muscular frame. He has a battle worn feel to him, as if he's seen thousands of battles and thousands of deaths. One could compare him to the castle walls:strong, silent, cold, and unforgiving, but willing to stand his ground to protect the Queendom. His hands has slain thousands of enemies and despite polishing and cleaning his equipment, and wearing the fragrance given by the queen, some say he still smells like death and carnage. The souls of those he slain follow him in the form of a slight mist, barely discernable in wisps if you stand close and look closely enough. The area around him is always cold and his breath is always steamy.

The armor he wears was personally crafted and designed by him, the first Queen's Guard, and as long as the kingdom has existed, it was the official armor for the Queen's Protector. The tradition is that the armor selects the Queen's Guard, and of course it will always select it's owner. The armor is imbued with magic runes self developed by Nginnam that serve to protect the wearer from magic and physical attacks to a high degree. In addition to being able to withstand a direct blow from a ballista bolt it is light as a feather. The cloth parts of his outfit have magical protection runes woven into them with magical silver thread that cannot be cut by a mere blade , also protects him from flames. Beneath the armor is a chain mail crafted with a light but incredibly durable material. The wolf pelt worn around his shoulders serves to keep him warm from the spirits that haunt him. Nginnam doesn't wear the armor as much to protect himself, but to hide his immortality. He is always wearing a dark green hooded cloak over his left shoulder as if to conceal his weapon, showing only the hilt of the sword.

Nginnam is immortal, he has been around for centuries and seen kingdoms rise and fall, seen people rise up and commit regicide. Though immortal he can be killed, no one knows how though. He has extremely quick regeneration, powered by the worm parasites that reside in his body. In exchange for a host, they give him immortality. There is a type of poison in existence that weakens the worms and can even kill them, resulting in the slowing and possible negation of Nginnam's regenerative ability for a period of time; Nginnam has encountered the poison only one time on accident when researching the extent of his ability. The encounter made him incredibly weak and pained, the wounds amassed in a earlier battle began appearing again as if recently afflicted; he burned the recipe right on the spot and disposed of the crafting materials, this was centuries ago. Having been around for many centuries, Nginnam has acquired much knowledge and experience, and is more knowledgeable than the greatest scholars of the land. Having fought and lived through countless battles, he pairs the immense life and death experiences with his centuries honed martial skill to be a incredibly formidable warrior, people joke he could even protect the queen from the dragon if he wanted.Having been around for a long time, he has studied much magic and crafting, but due to being infected by the worms, his affinity for magic was taken away and is only limited to drawing runes in terms of magic, he even developed a technique to draw them in midair. No one knows of his immortality and ability to use runes, to all he is simply a skilled warrior.

Phobias / Fears
After living for centuries and fighting countless foes, he does not have much left for him to fear, not even death. But what he fears is people finding out about his immortality, and falling in love. Being immortal is a curse not a blessing, when a normal person is inflicted with a mortal wound, they die, but Nginnam can only withstand the agony as the worms rebuild his body. If knowledge of his immortal body is leaked, people from all over the world will hunt him down to glean from his body the secrets of immortality. Nginnam could fight all of them off, but it'll never end, he'll have to go back into hiding, leaving the Queendom unprotected for the sake of protecting it from the people after his immortality. Being immortal, his lifespan has no clear end, he has made the mistake of falling in love many times to only watch his loved ones grow old and crumble as he watches hidden from their dying sight. The last time he fell in love was with the first Queen of the kingdom, she was the first person he had revealed his immortality to, and as she lay dying old and sickly, he swore an oath to protect her bloodline as long as he lives. Forever.

Bad Habits / Vices
Going into bloody rages and slaughtering enemies mercilessly when the Queen is threatened.

Best Qualities
Loyalty to the Queen

Worst Qualities
Tell me your worst qualities.

  • Tell me your likes.

  • Anyone who threatens the Queen
  • Acting like he is a cruel person
  • Immortality
  • The current Queen's behavior
  • Potential suitors to the Queen
  • His violent past

Giving his life for the Queen

Put history/past here. (Preferred but not required)

Hex Code

ef da police

So begins...

Queen's Protector's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Queen's Protector Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Queen's Protector

Queen's Palace, Anatoli

In a land far east, past the Impassable Mountains, where pink flowers bloomed all year long in the trees as old as the land, the scenery was about to change. Ironic was the people's mentality to be paired with the serene landscape. Their warlike nature contrasted their surroundings, and material culture. Their elegant robes, red tiled roofs, and avatars of deities masked the ugly truth underneath: The people loved war. Tribes warred against each other, clans warred against each other, countries warred against each other. The beautiful ever blooming blossoms were fertilized by the corpses of fallen kin, brother against brother, sister against sister, children against parents. Peace was a miracle of god; the people of this eastern land did not worship any peaceful god, the worshippers have been rooted out and easily eradicated due to their pacifist nature, no one was left to stop the madness. The conflicts became a part of the country's nature, the flowers bloomed on as long as steel cut flesh, the people loved to watch the flowers bloom. They loved the flowers so much, as much as an accidental glance at another person's tree will result in bloody conflict lasting for years.

In a forest of red bamboo, one of the last havens free from the scent of the pink blossoms, there was a group of people who lived in harmony, all fighting for the same cause: prevent a single pink petal to land on the red leaves covered floor of the forest. These people were blessed by the deities of the forest to have strength and vitality of wild beasts, and the harnessed that ability to fight off any invaders, no country was foolish enough to set foot in the red forest.

The land became unhappy one day, a new breed of weapon was introduced to the daily battles: The firearm, a single tribe to accidentally stumble upon "The Gods' Lightning, Thunder, and Earthquake Spear" eventually rose up to become a country. The secret could not be kept for long, even dead defectors speak in the era of the firearm; everyone wanted their hands on the weapon, by any means necessary. These "means" threw off the balance of the land, and the flowers began to wilt.

The people fought even harder to appease the gods, but the more they fought with firearms and those "means" the further the flowers fell into decay.

A shooting star fell over the mangled red bamboo branches one day, the next day the land far east was no more, the trees were no more. Only a desert remained.

A sharp pain as if someone cut his finger off seared through Nginnam's hand, the needle he was using to sew pierced right through his index finger, it looked like a sausage on a stick. The needle was magic infused, but not for long after it passed through his skin as the worms gobbled up the rare morsel of magic energy. Painfully pulling out the now only exceptionally sharp and bloody needle, he placed it softly onto the white stone table, moments later a circle of runes glowed and the tabled bubbled, swallowing up the discarded needle. He had been dozing off and seeing that falling star again, what does it mean, for him to be seeing it again? No time to ponder about dreams, he was not a psychic, his job is to protect the queen. The fabric noticeably hummed and glowed green responding to the residue magic energy floating around the white room. Nginnam snatched up the fabric with the now healed hand and made for the wall. Facing the wall, he pressed the fabric up against it and a rune circle appeared. Glowing, the rune circle made the entire wall bubble like a liquid that just reached boiling point, and Nginnam stepped right through it.

Once through the wall, and clean of the residue magic, Nginnam took off his helm and rubbed the ears on top of his head; wearing the helm all the time made them sore. The corridor he stepped into was surrounded on both sides.... by hundreds of thousands of weapons sticking into the ground and out of the ceiling; they were like stalactites and stalagmites. At the end of the corridor was an anvil on a platform. Nginnam stepped up to the platform and drew some runes in the air in the shape of a cross, and instantly there was a glimmer in the dark sky like ceiling and a sword dropped, piercing through the anvil. Nginnam pulled the sword out with a slight grunt. He did not bother to inspect the ceremonial sword, because he knew it has just been sharpened the most a normal sword can be.

Nginnam took a glimpse at the wrapped weapon that was propped up against the anvil, sighed slightly and turned to leave the corridor of weapons the opposite end he entered from, leaving in the same boiling water wall way as he had entered. Now inside another room, he scanned over the map of the castle laid out on top a white table, the guard's quarters was stained in purple. He'll have to check that out later, but now, he was nearly late for his appointment with the queen, they had a very important event to discuss. Draping a cloak over his armor, he stepped through the final wall as he put on his helm.

The greenhouse was empty, not surprising considering this wing of the castle has been abandoned for hundreds of years. Nginnam walked up to a fountain that still spewed water despite the plant growth that cracked the stone surrounding it, and cupping a handful of the sparkling clear water, he poured it over his helm. The water raced down the engravings on the helm to his shoulder and breastplate, dripping a few drops onto the ground that bloomed into various flowers.

Before exiting the greenhouse, something caught his eyes; Nginnam reached out and plucked a pink petal from the tree branch that loomed over the door.

The setting changes from The City of Notia to The Queen's Palace

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Celestial Tihmbuhrs Character Portrait: Queen's Protector Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Anything can be fickle, no matter what it is - especially magic and it's redeeming qualities."

"Janittey, dear, would you mind fetching me the jars of pig's feet, sheep wool, and horse hair, please?"

A young girl of only twelve years, Janittey was child-like only in appearance. Her personality, however out-matured those beyond her years - hence why she had begun such serious training at such a young age. A sorceress-in-training, she had been taken in by Celestial when she was only six years old. The elder woman had found her wandering in the forest near her home, her memory completely gone, with only her ability to communicate with nature guiding and protecting her. She had been lucky to have been discovered by Celestial when she was, for surely the girl would have ended up as wolf food not too long after.

Due to their similarities in abilities, the Magister had deemed her a worthy apprentice, and as soon as she turned eight, she began to train her. It began with smaller spells - growing plants and flowers for herbal and medicinal uses, or calming animals when they were skittish and nervous - but the girl had progressed so impressively that she was already learning not only defensive potions, but also offensive potions. Her main focus, however, remained on nature and animals, due to both her love for it and Celestial's refusal to over-teach her on things that could corrupt a young mind, despite its maturity.

Janittey nodded eagerly, turning and scampering off to a nearby shelving unit. Their room was stationed on the main floor, yet near the back of the palace for safety purposes. It was one of the largest rooms in the castle - it had not been claimed for anything before Celestial's arrival only for the fact that it would become immensely drafty in the winter-time. However, she had no problems with that, seeing as she used her magic to warm the large, stone room.

The girl returned, holding out three jars to her mentor. Celestial accepted and opened them, dropping one product of each into the large mixing bowl. A puff of smoke flew up, before the fog inside of the bowl settled. Celestial turned her spoon in it a few more times, before removing and setting it aside.

"Alright, so what potion did I just create, Janittey?"

The girl pursed her lips and scrunched her nose, a face she often made when she over thought anything.

After a few moments, she spoke hesitantly. "Um ... From the ingredients, I want to say that it was one of your potions that you made to use as a joke against anyone who made you angry. So I want to say that it was the Hair Removal potion, applicable to any part of the body. Once applied, the hair on that section burns off, never to grow back?"

Celestial clapped her hands, smiling as she did so. "Correct, my dear. And why is this potion one that is not often allowed for creation?"

Janittey paused briefly, before beginning slowly. "Because it is wrong to harm others, no matter what they've done to you. Magic and Potions are for good, not evil. If you are being forced to do something that you know is wrong, atone for it later - because your safety is a number one priority. Right?"

Smiling, Celestial dropped her hand onto the girl's head, leaning over to be at her height. "Very good, my Ittey-Bittey Apprentice you!" Janittey beamed at the praise. "Now, lessons are over for today. Run along and play with the children of the staff - I'm sure they're waiting for you outside the palace." The girl nodded and eagerly bounded off, her black ponytail bouncing as she did so.

Turning back to her work bench, Celestial quickly discarded the potion. Plucking up her spell book, it immediately zipped down to the side of a silver dollar, and she slipped a chain through a hoop at the top of it. Dropping the chain around her neck, she tucked the book beneath her top.

Seeing as the Queen had yet to request anything special from her, and she had already finished her ordinary duties around the palace, her schedule was relatively free at the moment - a rare occurrence for someone of her abilities and title. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to do with the free time she had been granted.

Shrugging, she adjusted her dress before turning and striding from the room.

Only to bump point-blank into none other than the Queen's Protector himself, Nginnam. Catching herself on the wall, she finished shutting the door, pulling the large gold key that adorned the same chain as her spell book, and turned it in the lock before returning it beneath her clothing. Turning back to Nginnam, she bowed her head at him.

"I apologize for bumping into you. I hadn't a clue that you were out here," she said, tilting her head back to see his hidden face. "Speaking of which, what are you doing in this wing of the palace? It's rare that I see anyone here at all, let alone you. Aren't you supposed to be with the Queen?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, her curiosity evident. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she went on her toes. "Do you have any food by chance? Bread? Mutton? Anything? I'm positively famished!" she exclaimed.