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Leona Kalviaren

"This world is made up of two classes--the predators and the prey. Let us be happy at least for now we stand among the predators."

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a character in “To Death Do Us Part”, as played by Clarent

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Full name: Leona Kalviaren (Lee-o-na Kal-viar-en)
Nicknames: N/A (Though some can be given throughout the arcs)
Gender: Female
Age: 24 Years since birth
Sexual orientation:
Faction: The Royal Kingdom of The Soul (That's not to say she likes her "benevolent" rulers)
Occupation: Trophy Hunter/ Current Guardian of the Youngest Child
Birthplace: Veris'Sil, the 41st conquered territory of the Soul Kingdom
Face Claim: N/A

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Hair Coloration: White
Eye Coloration: Blue
Facial Features:
Height: 6'1" (186 cm.)
Weight: 178 lbs. (81 kg.)
Distinguishing features: One noticeable feature to her is the good deal of scarring that covers her body, of which most of it is comprised for scars of old hunts. She seems to wear each scar as if it were some badge of honor and a symbol of status rather than treating it as just some ordinary scarring. She does have two metal ring shaped piercings on her right ear, but otherwise she has no other piercings or tattoos to note. She also has noticeably larger canines that the average human though one would have to do the measurements to make note of this as it is not a heavily visible difference other then noting the sharpness of them.

Appearance:

Built for the kill and violent as all hell, Leona's physical appearance generally tends to match up well with her fiery to the point of being almost predatory personality. She is very intimidating sight even the best trained soldier standing around six foot one inches and weighing in at around one hundred seventy eight pounds a weight that is mostly composed of muscle. This muscle is well defined though she definitely doesn't quite have the muscle mass of a weightlifter. Her features share a sort of wild look that gives her an air of what can almost be described as ferociousness as if she where some wild animal. That being said she is far from being described as graceful and lacking the ability to blend in with most of the present society as she tends with her choice of clothing and her appearance makes her stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. Her hair coloration is also slightly unnatural in the fact that it is a pale white coloration that falls down to just below her shoulder blades.

However if her appearance isn't offsetting to one her clothing on the other hand might be. In most cases one can find her wearing an armor that is comprised of steel, it's surface being made to withstand the blows from the greatest of hunts and battle. It's form has multiple of her visible weapons strapped to it making it quite the sight to see up close, however it is what the hunter decides to put on her armor that makes it disturbing. Rather that simply paint on insignia's or other things like that Leona has added a mix of grim trophies to her armor from former hunts. This however does not compare to the pride of her collection which is a necklace made of bone sporting a wicked mix of teeth on it, which each tooth she claims is from a different challenging hunt. That to her is in truth the shared value of her trophies as she takes them not only to have something to boast about at the drinking table, but to hold on to the memory of that moment of glory. Outside her armor when it comes down to it one can usually find her in very simplistic clothing as she avoids the court life like the plague as she always will say she find dresses to be too constraining and restrictive while all at the same time making her feel very uncomfortable. That being said one will probably not see her at any Royal events anytime soon.

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Likes:

+The Thrill of the Hunt: "Battle is where honor and glory are found while one's willpower is tested! Is there nothing more exhilarating than that!?"

+The Wilderness: "The wilds have always been my home, the one place were I can truly be free."

+Celebrations: "Does not every great victory deserve some sort of celebration?"

+Adventure: "The world is quite a large place isn't it... if I tell you I hope to see all of it some day will you laugh?"

+Storytelling: "I find the art to be amusing and to be quite good at passing the hours by, so care to share a tale?"

Dislikes:

-Lacking A Challenge: "If one lives for the challenges life throws at one, without such challenges how will one truly live?"

-Failure: "This has long ago brought foul taste to my mouth and I do not wish to partake in it again."

-Those Who Claim Another's Accomplishments: "If you have not sweat and bleed for the victory why think you have won it when it is truly the victory of another."

-Unsporting Conduct: "To kill one who cannot fight back or offer a true challenge is not a test of the worth of a hunter...no what it is truly in its rawest form is butchery."


Strengths: Quite Physically Able and Well Trained/Brave/Loyal Once Bond Is Achieved/Intelligent/Master Hunter wit a Wide Range of Skills


Weaknesses: Loyal To a Fault/Stubborn/Prideful/Borderline Sociopath/Bloodthirsty

Fears:

. Loss of Purpose

. Failing to Uphold Her Father's Memory


Personality:

Leona is well... a very interesting person from a psychology standpoint. For one to describe her in the most common and blunt way she is an unrepentant killer who kills simply for sport all while upholding a sort of twisted moral code. To her the art of hunting prey is burned into her very being and stop now would be a waste when there is still glory to be found. She finds enjoyment in situations were she is pushed to the very edge of her limitations and in the glory found in victory against all odds. It is this thrill that she lives for, something she has over time become addicted to in the worst of ways.

To this point she is quite prideful and insults to her pride, beliefs or family name are not taken lightly by her what so ever as in the past she has seen such actions as a challenge in which usually would be a fight to the death. This extends to even insults directed towards those she is close to as she is quite quick to threaten to carve out the tongue of the one who let fly the insult if such a comment is leveled at a close friend or ally. Her pride is also something that has forged a sort of code for each hunt, as she will not do battle with what she considers an "unsporting" target or prey. This is a sort of unspoken law that she seems to uphold at any cost, even hampering herself in a fight if that will "even the odds" in attempt to get the best battle from her prey as possible. It is in these moments were she truly feels alive and seems to gain the most enjoyment out of them.

She does have more quirks that it appears however as one could go as far to say she holds people in general at a distance from herself and that sad truth is they would be right. For all her boasting, savagery and aggressive behavior she is incredibly socially backwards and tends to push more people away rather than letting them in. In fact one could even say she has quite the fragile ego However to the rare few she begins to attach to and who can deal with her rather at times abrasive personality one will find a friend and companion with an undying loyalty who is willing to march through hell and back for them.

She is honestly not a spiritual person as she claims to have "killed her Gods" some time ago and seems to shy away from most spiritual pursuits. She also tends to have under all her hard outer shell a level of compassion one would not expect due to her sometimes sociopathic tendencies as she does show care to those who are close to her, choosing to worry about them in her own special way (Which usually involves a good deal of insults if she finds them unharmed from whatever incident). In fact she has many warped ways of trying to express how much she cares about a person though most would not be the things that make one have a warm and fuzzy feeling as most would not find the head of some great beast as a thrilling gift. She in all things finally set in her way of life and has no want to change it, because in truth it is the only thing she has ever known.


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Race: Human
Nationality: Citizen of the Soul Kingdom
languages spoken:

Father: Marus Kalviaren (Adoptive Father as original birth father is presumed dead due to the war), 45 years (Deceased), Hunter, Independent
Mother: N/A (Birth Mother is presumed to be dead)
Siblings: N/A
Other family: N/A

History:

In truth every tale has it's beginnings and for Leona hers would unfortunately begin in tragedy. From what little she knows of her tale before her adoptive father found her Leona was born in the town of Veris'Sil, a large settlement towards the western partition of the soul Kingdom renowned for its trade and goods that came through it. She was born into a family of traders who worked the northern passage to transport goods back and forth between the Capitol and Veris'Sil as while the northern passage was by far the most dangerous route one did not have to worry about raiders or slavers due to its harsh mountain landscape which made it a popular route to go by when transporting valuable cargo. It would come on a cold winters night that fate would begin to work in its strange way and set in motion things to come. It was on that night in the freezing cold of the mountain passage as the family passed through it that things would go astray as the family would slowly begin to fall ill on their journey to the Capitol and would only make it to the Woodlands just outside the range before Leona's father would succumb to his illness and fade into oblivion. Her mother feeling the life fading from herself as well trudged on with her baby hoping and praying she could at least save the young child from the fate that had befallen her husband and now had begun to consume her. As she could feel her death near the woman began to lose hope

In the bleakest of moments however help would come for the child while on the mothers never ending march the woman would cross paths with a giant of a man in those woods that day as if fate had offered her some salvation even in the end. The woman would plead and beg with the stranger asking him to save her child as he was to be her only hope. It was in this moment the man took pity on the woman and her baby and agreed to raise the child if only to adhere to this strangers last heartfelt plea. The mother took one last look at her child before placing her in the arms of a man she did not even know, but out of desperation had to trust in blind faith and with the hope her child would live shut her eyes and so to faded from this world. The man would quickly take the child back to his home to tend to the baby's illness where we would give her the name her mother had spoken to her before she had left her in his care. As luck would have it Leona as if graced by the Gods on that day would survive the ordeal none the wiser to what happened on the cold winter so long ago.

No instead she would be raised under the watchful eye of the man who had agreed to raise her as his own. Little did she know the man who was to be her father was a legendary hunter, and a renowned figure through both the Heart and Soul Kingdoms though fate would hold its cards close to its chest for now. As the years past her first steps would turn into her first words and by the age of four the man would begin to teach his daughter how to hunt and how to survive in the wilds just as his father had taught him as was his tradition. Leona would be an excellent pupil to the man as she would absorb his teachings focusing on every word that the man she had come to know as her father told her. She would progress rapidly and in just her seventh year of life she would claim her first kill upon a small boar in which the man would celebrate such a victory with his daughter. The two would grow in this time a bond that made Leona almost inseparable from her father, following him almost every were he went as if she were his shadow.

It would not be however until she reached her tenth year of life before the man would take her into the Capitol City to help him maintain the stall in which he sold his game in. The many sights and sounds of the city would assault her leaving her dazed and confused as well as all the while intrigued with such a place. It was here her father would tell her the wonderful tales to her and the children who would stop by the stall of great hunters past a memory she would remember fondly. By the age of thirteen however she would be supplying her own game to their small stall and her father would brag that she at this rate would surpass him by her eighteenth birthday.

In was around the age of fifteen her teenage curiosity go the better of her as she would use her acquired skills to sneak her way into the castle and though this she would get her first glimpse at the royal family. To here they seemed almost as alien as the scruffy fifteen year old white haired girl would be to them if they were ever able to catch her on the palace grounds. She never stayed long inside the grounds for fear of this and would almost always leave if she found there was too many beings in one area, but for her little glimpse into royalty it both intrigued and confused her. Such people who lived their lives safe behind their ivory walls and towers, with no thrill of the wilds around them to her that concept was by far foreign. "How could one live in this manner?" She would always think as she watched them go about their lives though she never did manage to get an answer to that question.

Time would soon pass the day by as hunt after hunt, trophy after trophy she became more and more of a seasoned killer. By the time her eighteenth birthday she did indeed surpassed her father as by that point most of the game coming in to the little stall was hers. She would boast of her accomplishments at times, but would also be quick to add a words speaking of her father into the mix as well stating that without his guidance she would be nothing. However soon things would change for her and send what little peace the two member family had down the drain as war was on the horizon.

Leona remembers the day the King's men came into the market square as it was burned into her brain as the last day she would ever see her father. Her father would be approached by these men and handed a small slip of paper that would seem to be more of sentence to death more than anything else. Her father had been called to service of the King to be his campaigning hero that would take the fight to the very ground that they held so dear. Leona remembers begging if not pleading for him to stay, but to no avail. He had taught her long ago a hunter does not flee in the face of death, but challenges death itself as he told her simply if he was to die on the campaign he was to die fighting... these words would come to haunt her in the end. So on that spot he would give Leona his necklace of trophies, the one he had worked so hard to fill all his life and with a wiry simple smile promised he would return by the fall and they would drink to his victories. He would not be able to keep this promise however as while on campaign he was killed in battle when the army of the Soul Kingdom was overrun, dying like he had said facing down his enemy.

Leona would never truly recover from the news once it reached her as without warning she simply shutdown the stall and left the cities of the Soul Kingdom behind her to return to her now more than empty home in the woods vowing never again to come into this world gone mad around her. She held true for quite some time to this promise as she would never step foot outside her hunting grounds for quite sometime going as far to mounting the skulls of her prey along the exterior to keep others out. However fate once again would pull her back into the affairs of Kings when six years later The Queen of the Soul Kingdom would be killed by an unseen assailant and the Kingdom would be thrown into fear that the other members of the royal family would be next. So that night a messanger would be sent to the deepest parts of the words with a slip of parchment that was all to familiar. The King was as he asked her Father asking Leona's service now. For a moment the woman thought of skinning the messenger alive and sending that back as her response for the King, but held back from the idea once the messenger began to speak of what the King had offered her, new hunting grounds stocked with the finest prey and the promise to never again intrude on her life and so very reluctantly Leona would agree to such terms. So donning her fathers prized hunting armor and arming herself the hunter set out for one last great hunt, however the King just left out one little thing...she would be protecting his son.

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Abilities:

Leona's power in general fits her brutal style of fighting as in all reality it allows her to tap into raw amounts of her adrenaline allowing her to temporarily enter a predatory or "berserk" state. In this feral state her physical ability and durability along with her sense receive a sharp boost pushing them to and at times past the peak of human ability. It in this way is a highly useful tool in battle and is capable of turning the tide of conflict if need be as these boons granted to her while under the states influence are quite powerful. To think of its effects in a conceptual term one can think of it as a fighter jets afterburner as it provides a large powerful boost, but much like an afterburner cannot be sustained for extremely long periods. In fact the longer she remains in this state the more and more it becomes punishing on her body due to the fact she is quite literally pushing her body to the extreme limits of human action. If pushed on for too long as one can imagine the results can be at times disastrous with death always being a possibility if things go to far. The downtime of this ability varies on the punishment taken in conflict and for how long it was used as at times it can range from simply eating a good meal and getting some rest to days confined in a hospital wing. However there is a twisted version of a double edged sword along with this ability. The longer it is in effect the more and more ones state will be amplified at the cost of their mind very slowly, but surely reverting to that of a savage predator acting only on instinct. This means the longer it is use the more powerful it becomes, but with the costs of slowly becoming an rampaging beast with no idea of friend or foe as well as the added wear and tear from elongated use. It is because of this that this is her trump card or ace in the hole only to be used in situation of dire need as even she knows the dangers of it.

Trivia, Theme Songs and Other Stuff:

> Leona enjoys as anyone would a good meal and so it is as the old saying goes "The best way to her heart is through her stomach".

> Her favorite flower would hands down be a sunflower.

> Theme song as well as other notes is to be added here soon...

So begins...

Leona Kalviaren's Story

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"We're predators; we don't eat meat because it's handy, we eat meat because we have a taste for blood."




The rain was the thing that snatched the huntress's mind from the abyss that morning, pulling her from the dark recesses of her mind and from the dream that seemed to reply over and over again. It had always started out the same, she was still a young girl in this dream, possibly no more than the age of seven and there she sat along with a group of other children around a small gathering of stones and sticks. The dream continued on always in the same slow methodical passion with the child beginning to build a small little "castle" out of the stones and sticks. However their work would be stopped as each of the other children were quickly swept away by their parents to words of "Do not go near that girl again!" and "Please honey run along now and find some other friends to play with." and so she would be left alone. She would sit there for a moment in silence as slowly but surely a rage would begin to build up inside and suddenly she would always lash out at the half finished structure, destroying what progress had been made on it. Then she would sit their for a moment in silence, her breaths heavy and labored as if she was fighting back tears before slowly but surely beginning to construct the "castle" once more however this time alone.

With that the dream would come to a close and Leona would be yanked into reality as she found herself staring up at the ceiling of her room as if lost in thought. It was early that morning though the first bits of light had been able to crawl in through the window as the sound of rain could be heard with its gentle patter outside. She could feel herself blink if only for a moment as if trying to capture what she had witnessed in the dream before sitting up slight, the silken sheets of the warm bed rolling down from her as she did. It was strange to have such comforts, as they where after living a life were roughing it was simply a natural way alien to her. She gave a slight glance around the room as if to check for something before sliding out of the warm bed and onto the not so welcoming cold floor. She began to mumble curse before making her way over towards the old wardrobe which held the few belongings she had. Her fingers slid across the old oak wood before pulling the thing open with a loud creaking noise to reveal its contents. On the inside the wardrobe hosted a steel of metal armor along with a disturbing assortment of weaponry and tools of her trade, to which she assumed if the maids ever got nosy for their own good this would deter any further searches.

The woman bent down, her hands moving delicately to the armor and picking it up if it were some priceless treasure of hers and piece by piece she began to move the set over to her bed. However there was a purpose to all this ceremony and it came from the treasured memories these simple pieces of plate steel held. She could remember when her father used to stay up after each hunt to polish and maintain the pieces as he would each time show her how to do so. She also remembered when she was a little girl all the times he had told her this would be her's some day and when the time came to pass it on to take good care of it...however she would never had expected to receive in the way that she did. Leona was silent as she began to slowly by surely focus on putting on each piece one at a time as she began the mental preparations needed for the coming day, her mind running along its course before resting on the thoughts of her charge.

The youngest Prince had seemed to be engaged in some sort of chatty behavior before the ride even began and had nearly chewed off her ears by the time they would reach the Free City capitol. However Leona would take that sort of boy over the one she had met in the beginning, the one with the expression that she knew all too well. The huntress began to tie the laces of her gauntlet as she shook her head remembering the six months that they had been given to prepare for this hunt, half of which surmounted to the boy complaining the entire time, a feature of his that infuriated her to no end.

"And yet he is still the same idiot to this day." She could feel herself mutter as she gave along tug on the straps lacing the gauntlet up. Still even with him making her want to snuff his life out half the time she could not say he failed to deliver in the end. No, the boy always seemed to put his shoulder to the plow when she needed him to do so though that was after a good few moments of prodding him with a stick so to speak. Still she had a silent sense of pride in the Prince as he slowly but surely began towards the end of training period to pick up what she was teaching him though she would never openly say such in front of the Princes face. The huntress began to shove on both of the boots of the armor as a smirk began to cross her face as she remember when she first took him for celebratory drinks at the local alehouse after his success, it was a sight she would never quite forget.

Leona stood as she begin to stretch slight as to allow her body to adjust to the new load it was now forced to bare before moving over to collect the needed tools for the day. She paused for a moment as if considering to bring her weaponry along with her, but brushed aside such idea quite quickly as the guards were already quite spooked of her and giving them a reason to attempt to throw her in the holding cells to "cool her heels" as they said wasn't not in her charges best interests. Still the huntress refused to come without something to fall back on in case of a scuffle and so she began to gently rummage through her items before pulling free what seemed to be a sort of ceremonial dagger before sliding it into the sheath within her left gauntlet. With that she gave everything one last quick check before heading quickly over to her nightstand. She opened up the wooden nightstand to slowly remove a necklace filled with the teeth of trophies past before slipping it on around her neck. The woman paused for a moment as if lost in thought before quickly turning and making her way out of the room.

The walk down the corridors of the castle was done in mostly silence other than the few conversations had by pairs of passing sentries who at least for the moment seemed to be out in force for today's meeting. Finally she reached her destination were a pair of golden doors and likewise a pair of guards awaited her. Then the regularly scheduled pat down would begin as the guards efficiently began to check her over for weapons though they remained blind to the dagger hidden in the gauntlet. Finally after what seemed to be ages the guards seemed satisfied with their work and let her pass. However as soon as she entered the room it was easy to see she had arrived late for this little "party" as most of the grouping was already there.

She began to take long strides closing the gap between herself and were the Prince was seated stopping in front of him as if looking the Prince over. Finally as if satisfied that he was alright and in good condition she gave a slight dip of her head in silent greeting before maneuvering herself behind his chair, her eyes dancing around the room to each of those in it.

They first settled on the form of the Crown Prince of the Soul Kingdom, he had not changed much from when she had first meet him in their accidental encounter as he still looked like simply an older version of the boy she had seen in the halls of that castle that day. Her eyes then shifted to his Guardian who had a sort of castle knight appearance to her though at the moment she seemed to be tensed and at the ready, and with a quick sweep Leona would find out why. Across from them sat the Crown Princess of the Heart Kingdom, a fair looking woman who seemed to be displeased at the very fact that she was in this room. However what caught Leona's eye was not her, but the man standing behind her. He was quite large as he stood a few feet over Leona herself and seemed to command the presence of a veteran combatant, though he seemed much like his own charge not to pleased with the current situation. Leona couldn't help but give what she supposed was slight bit of a smile, as in truth she had just found her worthy prey. He eyes then finally trailed down to the last person in the room who she guess was possibly the Guardian of the youngest due to her strange dress, a assumption proven correct when the woman moved over to address her master. She watched as slowly the youngest daughters Guardian backed away leaving the room in a tense silence as if waiting for a single match to set the fuse of the powder keg alight. The huntress gave a dry smirk as she stood behind her charge, her eyes sizing up those in front of her and seemingly throwing out a sort of challenge for anyone to dare make a move, as to her if they wanted a bloodbath this early on she would gladly oblige them.

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Leanne had been awake for quite a few hours. She couldn't get the wedding off of her mind at all. It just seemed like too much in her opinion. Marriage and getting married at such a young age, even if it was basically all fake seemed scary. She hadn't no idea who the guy was besides his name, it seemed just so crazy to her. The whole thing was crazy in general, but then you never actually know at al. They may have something up their sleeve also and they can never be too sure of anything. So you just always have to stay on your toes and watch out for your own back. the people you trust may betray you, so never get too close to them at all. Leanne never, in her whole life actually thought that it would come down to this. But she couldn't say that she was too surprised about it at all. Things happened between the two kingdoms so it was natural that the would try and come back to neutral territory as she would happen to call it, and have a bit of trust in each other. Even then there was always going to be that bot of distrust. That itself was a natural thing of the world in her eyes.

She had been sitting on the roof the whole time that she was sitting there and thinking. The sky was just barely beginning to splash colors onto it as she stared into the sky. It was honestly beautiful in her own eyes. The stars were still visible as you began to see a bit of pink mix into the darker shades of color clouding the sky. She knew that she would be killed by her parents if she was fond sitting on the roof. But she always did it, even back home. She was just like a curious little cat when it came to looking around. Leanne couldn't help it at all, but normally she wasn't able to get such a clear view of the stars in the morning like she was looking at it now. It seemed just so beautiful. She was glad she had brought her sketch pad with her. Grabbing the pencil from behind her ear she looked at the sky and then the paper. She created her own different image of the sky and the stars as the pencil moved against the sketch pad. She loved the thing to death and she stored so many of her thoughts, that turned into images in the little pad. She treasured it and loved it with all of her heart. It was a gift she had gotten from a long lost friend. So she would treasure it til she wouldn't be able to anymore. It was something she would always hold close to her heart, for her own personal reason.

It wasn't until the sun stood broad into the daylight when she realized how long she had been out. She knew that it had to have been an hour or even three since she was suppose to begin to get ready. She grumbled to herself quickly getting off the roof and making her way back down to he own room. She sighed in relief as it was empty as if no one had bothered to even come inside and fetch her that morning. She figured maybe it wasn't her time yet to begin to get ready. She climbed into her bed closing her eyes again, she wasn't really thinking at that moment and soon it would bit it very hard in the ass. She tended to blow things off a tad bit easiy without thinking about it too hard, when I came to certain things. Being woken up wasn't one of the thing she had worried too much about. After all it was just getting up and getting dressed for the day. What could be the harm in it all in the slightest? It seemed like something that wasn't all that important at all. Just something minor.

A loud bang interrupted her thoughts as she heard it. She looked up to see quite a few guards walking into her room and maids and servants trailing behind then. They turned around and began to scold them for causing problems when Leanne was still in her room. She couldn't help but to feel bad about it, so she wouldn't let them take the blame. Getting up out of her bed she stood up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking. "You dare to come into my room whilst I am sleeping, and yell at the maids and servants who are here to serve me. I would suggest you to apologize as you jobs will be taken away from you in mere moments" She told them swiftly. It wasn't until seconds later they apologized to the servants an Leanne. Soon after she dismissed them and they servants began their work. Not a comment she missed about her disappearance. "My lady we will be lucky to have our jobs by the time we're finished! You're already late, everyone is waiting!" The elder lady spoke to Leanne causing her to groan. "You all will indeed have your jobs, it was not due to your work that I disappeared. I will make sure to explain that" She told them gently.

The dressed passed her eyes and she shook her head. None of them appealed to her eye, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't want to impress the youngest prince at all. She could barely even remember his name, let alone wanting to impress him. that would be one of the last things running through her own mind at that moment. She could care less about the guy. But didn't express that to anyone but herself. Words travel to quickly and you never know as to who is actually listening to you. shaking off her thoughts for another moment, she looked through the dresses. they all didn't seem right for the moment. But she needed to quickly decide. the maids bringing dresses out for her quickly as she wasn't nearly done in the slightest. Dress by dress they tied the corset to her body and she took a look at herself in the mirror shaking her head each time. By then it seemed to just seemed pointless and the maids had been getting annoyed with her. She could understand why and decided to be a little more cooperative.

Finally the last dressed tied perfectly to her waist and chest. I clung perfectly to her skin. It make her skin glow and she even did a small twirl in the dress. It just seemed too beautiful in her eyes, She couldn't help but to let her hands roam over the fabric of the dress. Finally she turned to the servants and she gave them the nod to proceed, soon after they began to work on her hair. After the longest period of time for her they had finally finished it up. It was twisted and pulled all over the place as several different people worked with it. Once It was finished it was curled while the her bangs where pinned back. It honestly seemed amazing to her. She looked in the mirror and over herself once again. there was one last touch that needed to be made. Picking up a few flowers she looped it into her hair. She loved to have flowers in her hair, it was a signature of her own. She wouldn't be able live without having them.

Eventually everything was handled and she walked down the halls fast. Leanne had already been so late already she couldn't afford to waste anymore time as it was already. She was lead to the two big doors and looked at them getting more than a little nervous. But eventually sucking it up and giving the guards a nod to open them for her. She made sure to thank them with a light kiss on the cheek before proceeding inside. The curious eyes looking at her before she went to sit down. The guardians in her eyes seemed a bit edgy and she couldn't quite grasp a certain feeling about them just yet. It seemed as if some of them were ready to kill at the given moment. Too bad Leanne wouldn't go out without a fight. Often times she ended up bringing a weapon with her and there was no exception to this occasion at all. Placed right along her calf she managed to strap a knife to it, without some one catching her. Mentally she was very glad about it. She had something to protect her even if it was just a bit of protection. It helped with something.

Leanne was finally able to sit down. She leaned back slightly waving her hand for her guardian Morgana to step forward so she would be able to whisper in her ear. She gave her a small smile. "Thank you, you will be rewarded for giving an excuse as for my absence." She told her softly only to that her guardian could hear her voice at that moment. Afterwards she cleared her voice looking at the others surrounding her. "I hope that you all will forgive my tardiness. It seems that a few things have prevented me from arriving on time as of expected of me. Due to that I would hope that you will grant my wish of forgiveness towards you all." She spoke to them politely. taking her seat once again she awaited to see what was to happen now. Leanne hadn't wasted any time and had just taken her seat getting a mere glance at the others seated around her. Her sister was as beautiful as always and the two men who she assumed to be the princes seemed to be well kept. But she had yet to find out which was which. Despite wanting to know she waited. Hopefully she wouldn't scolded to hard for her lateness.

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At this point Tyden was used to the strange looks he gets from the citizens of these lands. And admittedly on some level he did enjoy it, but it mostly serves as a reminder that he is far from his home. Though he is considered rather large in these lands, in his tribe he was actually fairly average in size. Though he has to say he has never had a stare quite like the one he's getting from who he assumes is the youngest prince's guardian. Tyden raised a eyebrow at the woman who had the faintest of smiles.

When Amelia touched his arm to ask him not to cause trouble with guardian, he had a small smirk cross the corner of his face as he kneeled down to reply. "I make no such promises. I will not seek battle, but I will not deny it. This is the best you'll get from me." He replied. It would be a matter of honor if it came to blows between them, and no one, not even Amelia can stop him if it's a matter of honor.

Then it was time for the treaty to be signed. As the elders spoke about peace it took all he had not to chuckle. When the royals were ordered to step forth, and seal these treaties with a kiss he looked over at Amelia who was understandably nervous. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and gave her a reassuring look to tell her that everything's going to be fine. When the deed was about to be done Tyden's muscles began to tense up as he looked away, unable to watch.

His reaction was fairly unusual for him, as he's seen Amelia, and Henry act all lovey-dovey before, but this bothered him deeply. Perhaps it was because he knew that she'd be happy with Henry, while he's positive that she wouldn't be with this prince. When it was all said, and done Tyden followed closely behind Amelia as she left the room.

Later that night Tyden sat in his room on his bed with his legs folded, and in deep meditation. To anyone watching him it would appear that he was sleeping upright. Thoughts raced in his mind about these Soul kingdom royals. He didn't trust this for one second, he could that he's hiding something. He'll have to watch that one closely. Though he wondered if such thoughts were of jealously. Amelia's first words to him today repeated in his mind. He has had such scolding's in the past, though it wasn't nearly as bad as the tongue lashings(and literal lashings) he would get during his time as a gladiator.


Tyden roared as he charged with two wooden practice swords at a man with a wooden shield, and a practice sword. Tyden rapidly, and ferociously struck against the man's shield, sending wood chips flying. The man stood his ground, and endured the relentless attacks. The man pushed his shield forward, knocking Tyden off balanced. The man took this opportunity to strike Tyden with the sword in his face. "Ha! This one thinks he's a warrior!" The man said in victory as Tyden fell down.

Tyden growled at the man as he got up, and started to charge the man. But before he could reach the man a whip came from seemingly nowhere, and yanked Tyden's leg from under him causing him to fall face first. "That is enough! Tyden, take position!" Doctore commanded. Tyden got up, and spat out a mixture of sand, and blood. He took up the wooden sword, and got ready to attack. "Ha! The boy wishes to eat more sand huh?" The man chuckled. "I thought the 'Pale Demon' was supposed to be a fierce beast, not a neutered mutt!" Tyden only glared at him in response.

"Or is it perhaps that you can't beat a real warrior. Maybe you shoulder have stuck to killing your friends in family in that arena." And with that it was on. Tyden tossed aside his practice swords, and charged at the man. The gladiator quickly raised his shield, but wasn't fast enough for Tyden. Tyden lunged at the man, and gave him a powerful, bone-shattering punch to the man's ribs. The gladiator slashed at Tyden with the wooden sword, but Tyden dodged it in Matrix-like fashion. Tyden grabbed his arm, and snapped it like a twig.

The man tried to use his shield to knock him back, but Tyden just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Tyden gave the man a powerful roundhouse kick straight to his chin. Then not a second later Tyden leaped in the air, and kneed him in the face. The man fell back on the ground. Tyden leaped on his chest, and began savagely beating the man's face. Tyden stopped for a moment to see the brutalized man's face. "You want a beast?!" He growled as he lifted the man's head up. Then Tyden, like some sort of animal, lunged for his ear, and began biting down. The man of course began screaming in pain.

"That's enough!" Doctore yelled as he cracked his whip on Tyden's back. Tyden shrugged it off, and completely ripped off the man's ear. Doctore rushed over, and gave Tyden a swift kick to the head. Tyden rolled off the man's chest, and on the ground. He spat out the ear, and had a sinister smile plastered across his face. "Get this man to the doctor! I'll deal with this one." Doctore commanded, and several other men came, and took the man to a doctor. Doctore grabbed Tyden by his arm, and started to jerk him off the ground.

Tyden, still full of adrenaline(and ear blood), on instinct snapped at Doctore by punching him. Doctore grabbed his fist in midair, and returned a punch to him. "You let your emotions cloud your judgment, and you forget your place! But I will teach you it, and I'll make sure it's a lesson well learned." Doctore snarled as he cracked his whip to add emphasis.

"Oh yes, that one is going to be quite the champion." A young man, slightly older then Tyden, sarcastically stated to Tiberius as they watched the scene from a balcony above the training area. "Of course he is! Did you see that fire in his eyes Aurelius? He was ready to rip that man's throat out with his teeth! He's a born killer!" Tiberius argued with his younger brother Aurelius. "But he's too wild. The Doctore will kill him before he can even make it to the arena." Aurelius stated. "All we need is something to keep him calm until a match." Tiberius said as he pondered different ideas. "Hmm, how about a beauty to quill the beast? Didn't you say the women of his tribe were sold to be house slaves?" Aurelius asked with a devious grin.


The wedding was not a fun time for the guardian. Not only was he watching the love of his life get married against her will also had to wear dreaded formal attire. Oh the humanity. He was forced to wear a white formal attire. It was quite a sight to behold him being dressed. There were chairs, and servants flying everywhere as they were simply putting on his shirt. He probably would have snapped their necks like chickens if not for the timely intervention of Amelia, who made sure to remind him to play nice.

So during the whole ceremony he was forced to scratch when people weren't looking as he tried to get comfortable, but to no avail. When it was all over, and they returned to the castle Tyden rode on a single horse next to Amelia, and Gail's chariot. The cheer of the crowds as they rode made this experience even more uncomfortable, the roar of the crowd reminded him too much of the arena.

When they arrived he got off his horse, and helped Amelia out of her chariot, and escorted her inside. As they walked inside he would give her the occasion glance when she wasn't looking. He had to admit that she looked beautiful in her dress, well of course not to her face. He escorted her to her room to change outfits. "Excuse me mistress, but I must cut myself out of this constricting creature that I was forced to wear." He stated as he continued to scratch all over his body. "Then I'm going to kill it with fire. If I ever have to wear one of these....things again then I'm turning this entire country into rubble." He half jokingly groaned.

He rushed to his room, and used one of his daggers to cut the clothes off his body. This thing needed to die. Once he got it all off he returned to his usual attire(if a loincloth, armored boots, and gloves, and facepaint count as a attire). He grabbed his weapons, and returned to Amelia. "Much better. How does anyone do anything in those things?" He grunted. He escorted her to the Council's room. Though this time he was forced to wait outside. Before she went inside he grabbed her arm. "Keep a dagger close. You're 'husband' is hiding something. I'm sure of it." He suggested, and then let go of her.

He leaned against the wall next to the door, and took out his axe, and started sharping it. Speaking of the devil Gail, and his guardian showed up first. He watched every movement the man intently, not missing a single heartbeat he had. Once he entered the room he looked over at his guardian.

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"There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter."




Ceremonies despite the hostile air that still hung in the room were unfortunately rather quiet and dull. Neither side seem to wish to make any wrong moves this early on in things as it seemed the powder keg was spared the fuse....if only for now. Leona tossed a glance at the soul king before giving a slight look of disgust at "her majesty". It seems even he had manged to slither from that throne room of his to attend these affairs along with his counterpart who Leona assured herself was probably none the better. They both seemed to be at unease with the room as if they themselves where shying away from an all out brawl in the house of their ancestors. The huntress turned her attention from these men to her charge who seemed to be sitting in the most nervous of fashions as he fidgeted in his chair like some nervous pup in his wait for his bride.

She shook her head slightly at the sight of the Prince's anxiousness at the thought of meeting his bride. Amadeus was ever so naive it made her worry about him to be honest, after all this boy was expected to kill his wife only a month after the wedding ceremonies and if he was not prepared for such a thing... Leona shook her head reaffirming herself on the matter. If he was to fail at his task she would take the burden and kill the girl herself no matter how she loathed to do so, after all a Princess who had been raised as what this society called "a proper lady" was far from the worthiest of prey.

However she was to be pulled from such thoughts by the sound of the doors being pushed opened and slowly but surely her charge's bride emerged from the doorway before quickly making her way to her seat. The youngest Princess unlike her older sibling seemed to be actually anxious much like Leona's own charge at the thoughts of meeting her husband something that made the guardian give a mental chuckle to herself on the thoughts of how the first of the interactions between the Youngest Heirs would proceed. With that however the Youngest Princess stood before politely addressing those around her and delivering what the Huntress guessed was a well practiced apology. Finally things seemed to settle down as whispers were passed from Guardians to Charges as it already seemed whatever wheels that set them onto this course of action had already begun to turn.

Leona bent low so that she could whisper in her own Charge's ear, "Amadeus, while I understand your excitement in this matter I would advise that you not grow too attached to your new bride to be, as I'm sure you know what must be done in the end." She whispered roughly before paused a moment giving him a slight glance to see if her words had sunk in as she attempted to check the Princes naivety at it source before it took root in this instance. She knew while these words were of a blunt manner and while surely the Prince would as the per usual cycle lodge his complaints about them they were also necessary.

She then stood once more giving a lazy glance over to were Gail and Annika sat before out of the corner of her eye she could see the gaze of the Eldest Princess slowly sweep over her. She watched for a moment as The Eldest Princess's eyes darted over her form before the Princess beckoned her guardian closer and exchanged whispers with him. The man seemed to paused before replying back as to end their conversation. Leona eyes narrowed slightly at this, but she let such pondering of what been said slide as the the ceremonies began in full starting with the Kings reading their address on the matter and ending with the kiss of these "couples" to seal and bind the contract. Then slowly but surely they began to disperse from the room, with each one fleeing to their respective rooms.

However it was when she got up the next morning that she was ambushed by a grouping of castle maids in their attempt to "pretty her up" before the wedding ceremony which was an interesting process to say the least. To make long things short after an hour of arguing, a brief struggle (Which the maids very quickly lost), a good deal of cursing, death threats and the brandishing of a weapon (All from her end) and Leona bringing up the threat of attending the wedding celebrations in the nude finally sunk the Castle Maids' cause. One by one each maid slowly left the room as Leona sat on her bed with a sort of flustered look glued onto her face. She clearly did not understand why in the name of the Gods was one willing to go through with such things to make one look "presentable".

The room by this point had once again by this point returned to a brisk silence that seemed to hover about the castle as she laid back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. "And what would you think of this nonsense father? Would you have approved of such things?" She found herself thinking aloud as she lay there, her hands crossed across her stomach as she let out a small breath. She could hear the sounds of the celebration building outside her window as they streets were being to crowd with the numerous citizens all vying for a glimpse of their new rulers as the time of reckoning drew near. She sat up before she began to apply all the weapons that had been denied to her earlier to her armor hiding away this time on a small number of them. There was no need for subtly at this point after all... no, all the people in that crowd wanted was one big show and she would give them quite the showing to gawk at.




The chariot rides around the city turned out at least in her opinion to be an actually somewhat enjoyable venture much to her surprise. The air was cool and the roar of the crowd was pleasing to her ego if nothing else though she could tell quite a few of those faces in the crowd looked as if they were discomforted by her very presence within the walls of their fair city...still nothing new to her. The ride however would finally come to an end as the cart would roll to a stop and she would be forced to vacate the chariot and continue to the dinning hall on foot. She dismounted the chariot before awaiting the arrival of her charge. Soon enough his chariot came rolling into view only for Amadeus to be intercepted by his brother making Leona swear slightly as she began to move towards the room in which Gail and Amadeus had entered into coming in just as the two Princes had begun to exit.

She quickly flashed a slight glance towards Gail before shooting Amadeus a look as if she expected him to tell her everything that had happened in that room after this little dinner party of his. The huntress walked along with the Prince in silence before soon she cam along to the meeting hall and finally with a deep breath gave him her parting words in deadly serious tone "Amadeus... if anything happens in the room even remotely hostile from any one person you are to summon me and I will handle the situation. I expect you to use your judgement to deem if that is necessary, however realize if I hear so much as the slightest bit of conflict from that room I am coming in wither I have been invited or not. Understand and come to terms with that fact" She commanded gruffly before giving him a once over with her eyes as if she were studying him in his wedding grab for a moment before giving a curt nod her gaze softening ever so slight. "However afterwards if you wish I could take you for a few rounds of celebratory feasting and drinking later on if you wish, after all this is quite the big day for you....cherish it well."

With that Leona give a low dip of her head to signal her goodbye before turning and making her way into the little room that the castle servants had hastily set up for the Guardians meal which she had already assumed was going to be as wonderfully pleasant as a meal between four rabid wolves could get. The woman pushed opened the door making her way into the space only to find it occupied already with two familiar faces from the ceremonies, neither of which was Annika's though the numbers were far from making Leona want to play nicely with them. She made her way to the table before slowly pulling out a chair for herself at the table before sitting down in it her eyes moving slowly up to those across from her before giving a small smile. This was going to be a very interesting dinner party

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"Do forgive my Lady for her tardiness. I am sure she shall be arriving at any moment. My Lady is not one to be shepherded about if I may speak frankly. I assure you that will come to be a charming trait as your relationship blooms..".

Well everything is quite fine with that, suppose. Actually, that’s a maybe. Perhaps this time lapse of waiting could give him enough time to recollect himself as to not look like such a fool in front of the other high beings within the premises of this room. Taking a big breath, a smile forms upon his lips as he dipped his head down as if to signal his bride-to-be’s guardian that he takes that statement into account. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he exhaled quietly and simmered down in his seat.

Sooner or later, his guardian had stepped inside the room. Bowing his head in return to greet her, she took her place behind him like a statue, watching over him like a fine soldier she was. That’s what is inside his mind at least. Thinking back to Leona, his impression of her was nothing less but deep respect with her skills as a huntswoman. Even her own outfit bedazzled him with curiosity about her history. All his time training with the miss was indeed hard and vigorous, however—he would be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the whole training package.

Though his body ached by the end of each day that passed with her as his trainer, having his guardian as company amused him. He learned more and started picking up a sword and other melee weapons for that matter. Aside from that, Amadeus had the hand to try daggers since the latter is commonly used in the sport of hunting. But when they weren’t training, he would indulge himself from time to time by conversing with her. Banter and insults about him were thrown around haphazardly, but it was still interesting to the prince.

"I hope that you all will forgive my tardiness. It seems that a few things have prevented me from arriving on time as of expected of me. Due to that I would hope that you will grant my wish of forgiveness towards you all."

His head turned quickly to the owner of the voice.

‘…..OH.'

Due to staying in his mind for too long, Amadeus failed to notice the arrival of the person he had been so anxious to meet. Yes, it was none other than Princess Leanne Arietta Leonai! He swallowed some air as he observed her gracefully sitting down on her respective seat. Just to point out, Amadeus patted his cheek with his free hand not too hard as he tried to remove the remnants of pink in his face. To him, she was a paragon of beauty and charm. Well, what would you expect from a person that had no experience with pretty princesses and romance? "Amadeus, while I understand your excitement in this matter I would advise that you not grow too attached to your new bride to be, as I'm sure you know what must be done in the end." Leona whispered to him as she bent down, a rough tone of voice accompanied her words. “Haha…excitement? Leona, I understand your growing suspicions, but it won’t…happen, yes. Take a breather, woman!” He whispered back playfully, albeit that pause awhile back was lingering with uncertainty.

Standing up to receive the prayers of the Elders, his grip on the bouquet slowly started to ease. He gently laid it down on the table as the latter finished along with his father signing the document. Stepping forward, he took her hands in his like it was a delicate petal of a rose and held them up a little higher. ‘This is it…a kiss to seal a bond. Don’t try to disrupt this moment…!’ An uneasy grin of embarrassment passed by for a few seconds as he leaned in closer to speak his first words to his bride. “I’m your husband now. So if you have any troubles…you can Leanne me.*”

‘Amadeus, you fool.’

Today wasn’t a good day to be a jester of words, boy.


He gave a quick chuckle as to throw off that embarrassing notion and proceeded to lean down a bit more slowly, gently holding her left cheek with his right hand. Silently sucking in some air, he planted his lips onto hers and closed his eyelids shut. The feeling of a jolt of electricity ran through his body as he held himself there. Surely, he doesn't know how to do this professionally as this was his first kiss after all. Nevertheless, he was doing a decent job as Amadeus didn't mess anything up...yet.

During the chariot march that proceeded after the wedding, he hadn’t spoke to the lady in his arms since that sentence. Poor lad, the confusion and the loss for words lead him to the road of failure. Otherwise, hipper people rather call this ‘not smooth, dude’. He leaned in to her side and started to converse again—actually, more like apologize. “Excuse me for my inappropriate behavior…I only wanted to strike a good impression by making you smile…. if it ever did, my princess. The court jesters told be about…well, what do you call it? Puns, yes. That’s what it is.” He ran a hand through his hair and laughed a little, flustered as he looked away.

As they got out, he parted ways with Leanne, giving her the bouquet he had in his possession awhile back and kissed her hand gracefully before the man was quickly called over by his brother. He raised a brow as to question, but followed. "Good work today brother, you seemed almost convincing. As you know we have a meeting with them again very soon. So do me a favor at this meeting, and for the rest of the next month as well. Do not get comfortable with your new wife. Remember the mission." He fumbled with his gloves, nodding slowly before looking back at his sibling. “Thank you, I’ve been practicing, suppose. But—can’t we all enjoy our lives every once in a while? Is that too much to ask? Even to simply take a chance at this romance before…disposing them like little unwanted dolls in a toy box...?” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer as his brother warned him with a last sentence. "And keep an eye on her guardian. Something is not right about that girl." Not a word has been spoken as he left the scene with a nod. He shouldn't have to worry about this yet... not now.

Arriving at his room, he decided to freshen up and don his normal attire with his gauntlet bracelets and his visor-helmet as well. Might as well go in casually to express his character. As they say, people can learn something about you through your wardrobe. Lacing up his long brown boots, he walked over to his dresser and suited up his holster, sliding in Cel and Sol. The guards wouldn't take his precious darlings away from him, would they?! His twin weapons were probably with him for show, and protection, just in case. Tucking in his necklace behind his yellow pea coat, he slid on his special helmet and flipped his visor up. Standing in front of the mirror, he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded; his appearance was alright for now.


*("You can lean on me.")