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Prince x Guard Nilo Van Aslan. He is a charming prince with a secret that could shatter the kingdom. Gennadius. She is a fierce, protective thief turned guard whose wit is as sharp as her sword. After being caught on a midnight escapade, the two are forced together, Gennadius becoming the prince’s personal guard, much to her dismay. Feeling like her freedom was stolen, Gennad is quick to despise the prince despite his attempts to please her. She brushed him off, returned his smiles with scowls, making her boundaries more than evident. The pair go out and ride horses together, somewhat attempting to find a bright side to their unfortunate situation. Their relationship reaches a place of shaky tolerance. But when darkness arrived, things changed. Nilo became a victim to his own mind beneath the moon's silvery glow and attempted to do the unthinkable- take his own life. Gennadius saves him from an unfortunate end, but at the sake of her hand. Even with a painful gash of her own, the golden-locked guard attempts to console the broken prince, her opinions of him beginning to change. Her hard shell cracks and a soft sympathy seeps through. Distraught over his condition and feeling selfish, Nilo attempts to push her away, but with a combination of his own weakness and her gentle persistence, he accepts her kindness. Through fragments of sentences and half-spoken admissions, the prince and guard become closer, realizing the flaws in their first impressions. Under the night sky, the two of them forge the beginnings of trust and perhaps an unlikely friendship, but it is all too evident that issues still remain, and those would not vanish with the sunrise. What will happen next for this unusual pair? Some days you'll take two steps forward Some days you'll take four steps back
My Character: (The Prince) He’s charmingHe’s charismaticHe’s your next addiction N I L O~V A N~A S L A N “I’d rather be an outcast with you than heir to the throne.” ⇒Nickname(s)⇐ Aslan ⇒Gender⇐Masculine ⇒Age⇐23 ⇒Sexual Orientation⇐Heterosexual ~ “Oh, darling…” ~ ⇒Appearance⇐Nilo Van Aslan is the human equivalent of a statue carved from marble, with smooth curves and firm muscles. Standing at 5’10”, Nilo may not be the tallest of men, but he makes up for what he lacks in size with his broad figure. His body shape could best be described as a mix between a trapezoid and inverted triangle. His shoulders are wide as is his chest, with his most prominent muscles being in his upper half, giving him a flat stomach. His waist is on the narrower side as are his hips. Nilo’s legs are long, but not to the point where he appears disproportionate, but is rather elegant in an attractive way. Nilo’s skin is light in color, with cooler undertones, leaving him with what is probably considered a pale ivory. Occasionally, he can be seen with a tan, but has better luck with sunburns. His face is oval-shaped, highlighted by a sharp, straight jaw. Nilo’s eyes are on the almond shaped side and his irises are the color of ice, a cold blue that’s so pale it can often appear ghostly. His eyes may often appear to be off-putting, but they are arguably his most expressive feature. He has a prominent, Greek-like nose with a straight bridge, free of any imperfections that ends in a soft curve. To top it all off, his lips are full with a prominent cupid's bow and the man can usually be found smiling. His hair is flaming red in color, trimmed on the sides and longer on the top, which the man keeps in a failed, unruly quiff hairstyle. His hair is straight, but typically has a gentle curl at the end due to the man’s use of product to keep it styled. Nilo has no tattoos or piercings as they are not his forte. His attire is usually more business casual, as if he’s dressing for an interview, although sometimes he can be caught in less formal attire. This man is scarcely seen without his boots, which have a pointed toe and a small heel that not only makes his legs appear longer, but make an obnoxious clicking noise with every step he takes. ⇒Personality⇐ Nilo is incredibly friendly and respectful, a friend to all and a definite social butterfly. He’s on the extroverted side, thriving at social gatherings and events, thrilled by the energy. That being said, like any person, he needs time to recharge and also enjoys the little things in life. It is rather well-known that he has a penchant for mischief on his more, playful, boyish side. He’s extremely kind and is very caring, whether it is his friends or complete strangers. Nilo is rather slow to anger and has seemingly endless patience, but God help you if you are the reason for his fury because that room just might become a crime scene. He is exuberant and does every task with such determination and gusto. He is stubborn and will go to great lengths to achieve his goals if he must. It would be easy to believe his energy is boundless. Nilo’s mind runs a mile a minute, filled with ideas that cannot be contained and he quite resembles an eagle in a birdcage. He is intelligent and more than willing to think outside of the box. He seems to have an idea for everything and anything. Perhaps that’s part of his charm, his unconventional ideas and his confidence in them. With pearly white teeth and a sexy smile, Nilo is the type who certainly possesses a strong magnetism.. The kind that turns heads when he walks into the room, with an appeal that makes everyone want to get up and talk to him. He’s approachable and flirtatious, sweeter than honey yet burns hotter than a fire. Nilo is certainly the playboy character, the kind of man you would find yourself wrapped up in for a spring fling. He’s a romantic with a silver tongue and is certainly good company to keep, but he isn’t usually the type to stick around for more than a night. Nilo’s got this electricity to him, a spark that draws you in like a moth to a flame. It’s a spark that is unpredictable, but never fails to attract you every time. Because at the end of the day, you’ve never met anything as magnetic as Nilo Van Aslan. ~ “And you, my good friend, have been played like a fiddle.” ~ ⇒Family⇐ Leonel(Father, 48)Minerva(Mother, Deceased, 47 at death, 50 if alive)Castor(Brother, Deceased, 16 at death, 21 if alive) | GV's Side Pieces - Leonel Van Aslan - Damien Fahey - Isabella Fahey - Margo Fahey - Theodore Valencia - Beatrice LeBlan - Seraphina O'Quinn - Adaira Cross/MacMillan - Alastair MacMillan |
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My Character | "My duty is my loyalty. Not even death could break my vow." » Gennadius Des Arluin « 
» Gender « Female » Age « 23 » Voice Ref « » Theme « » Appearance « The first thing to note about Gennadius is that her complexion, while on the lighter scale of skin tones, is tan from constant time spent outside. She stands at 5' 2" with a muscular build, mainly found in her arms and legs from constant activity and sword yielding. This said, she is not overly muscular either in a way that could be found unattractive or shocking. Her bust is on the smaller side, not needing much for support, and with a baggier shirt, not very noticeable. She isn't overly curvy either, but that being said, she does have a gentle enough curve at her waist, perhaps the most gentle part of her physique. Her body shape is very rectangular, perhaps part of her being short and muscular, weighing in at about 120lbs. She has various light, not really noticeable scars here and there from battle. However, she has two main ones both on her left thigh: A large burn line and a slice scar that cross on the outer part. Her face is very oval with softer curves there. Dark midnight eyes start out from light eyelashes, the shape of them rounded. She has a lower nose bridge with a surprisingly refined shape to it. Her lips are what would be considered rather average with a gentle cupid's bow and slightly fuller bottom lips. Her hair is a beautiful golden color that goes down about mid-back, often held up in a ponytail. It has very slight curls to it, closer to be wavy than actually curled. She had one scar on her face, starting from the bottom of her chin coming halfway up her cheek from an injury in battle. Finally, Gennadius tends to wear very average clothes as often as she can. At least average soldier wear. This consists of a slightly oversized white or light khaki shirt tucked into brown leather breeches. She also has a tendency to take the prince's shirts as they are more comfortable. She wears a black belt with a black leather sheath attached, her sword constantly at her side. Her sword was handcrafted by herself with a leather hand wrap. The chappe has the form of a wolf pressed in copper with a small light blue gem in it. When necessary, she will wear her colonel uniform which is made of dark blue with a few gold cords added for embellishments. 
» Personality « What to say about this firecracker? Well, to begin with, she is a firecracker, full of energy and life, and certainly one you don't want to light unless you are ready for some sparks (at the very least). But beyond this, she is a mixture of many things, brought on by the life she has lived and the experiences she has been through. But that is only expected for any person, no? On first encounters, the woman may come across as cold and cautious, uncertain about other people and her surroundings. She is not one to jump into friendships and acquaintances light-heartedly. One needs to prove that she can trust them before she will, and even then she will carry some hesitance. However, once her first barrier is broken down, the real Gennadius comes to life. She is loyal, to a near fault to those she trusts and she will protect them with her very life if it ever comes to that. Once she is attached it takes a lot to break that, but if her loyalty is broken she will become cynical in ways and make take a little while to bounce back. The woman does smile. Yes, she smiles quite a lot. She is driven by the idea of adventure and adrenaline, needing to constantly be on the move and she will take her friends along with her if they so please it. But it is in her nature to wander, so in a sense, she has a wander-lust, but it comes with the need for a home base for her to always come back to. She loves to see the world around her and explore it, interested in the cultures and life outside of one place. It fascinates her to get a chance to see things she never has. She loves the energy of highly populated places, but she doesn't not necessarily care for actual interaction unless you are a said close friend. On the darker side of things, Gennadius is one who can have a temper, but not one that ignites in a glorious explosion. Rather her anger portrays itself in a cold deadly nature, and one that no one wants to mess with. She is more than capable of killing, though she has never killed out of cold blood. However, this does not mean that her days as a soldier have not taken a toll on her mental and emotional health. While she can often hide how she feels, the truth comes down to the fact that she suffers from PTSD and can be known to withdraw from everything for long periods of time to try and deal with the dark feelings of being a monster. In tense situations, such as battle, Gennadius is a mastermind, calm and collected. She handles situations military-related with relative ease and she is brilliant when it comes to strategy. However, she is NOT savvy when it comes to normal everyday interactions with average people if it comes to solving a social problem, she will flounder miserably.
"Let's get one thing straight. Touch me again and I will cut off your hands." » Family « Davon (Father, Deceased) Clarice (Mother, Deceased) » Theme 2 «
| ~ The Rest of the crew ;) (Gonna catch up to Glace one of these days!) Darius Lieutenant/Colonel Faust General Barvan Claude Barton Colonel Caspian Theophilus Orionar Augustus Nadya Toris Argo |
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Click. Click. Click. It was the sound of boots on tile. Click. Click. Click. It was annoying to the ear, like nails on a chalkboard. Someone was pacing. The sound would echo down one end of the hall, then fade as their bearer their way down to the other. Sometimes the walkers pace would slow, other times it would pick up. But the steps were rigidly regimented, always the same time between them. They were like clockwork. Yet despite their perfection, there was something oddly unsettling about the constant “Click. Click. Click.”
That source was a prince in anguish. A prince with hair like dark russet flames, and eyes as blue as the summer sky. The only remaining son to the king, Prince Nilo Van Aslan. It was nighttime in the kingdom of Lavarre. Yet the prince could not sleep. He paced the dark hall that sat before his bedroom, hands buried in his hair and dark circles beneath his eyes. Nilo was a mess. A disaster even. His eyes were hollow and his face was twisted indescribably painful emotions.
“Castor,” Nilo’s voice was hoarse, dryer than a land that suffered drought. “Why…” A groan escaped him as he paused in the midst of his maddening pacing and slumped against a wall. “I tried-” He cut himself off. He couldn’t even form a sentence if he tried. It was a pitiful sight. The prince, who proudly bore the image of unwavering elegance and prowess, had become a victim of his own mind.
Nilo stumbled off the wall and walked down the hall, no longer intending to pace. This time he had direction. Truth be told, he shouldn't have even been outside of his room. He was in no condition to do anything but rest. He was in pain. A pain so raw and consuming Nilo couldn't even think straight. He was like an animal backed into a corner. Raw and instinctive, with no inhibitions.
Somehow, some way, he managed to exit the castle. He was half dressed, having discarded his shirt somewhere in the castle because his body had grown to hot. Nilo stumbled to the stables, moving like some drunken sailor, and managed to find a horse. I need to get out of here. That was the only thought he could produce. It was currently his only want. His only need. Nilo had enough of his mind to snatch a forgotten cloak to cover up his naked torso, which sparkled with sweat. With a groan, he heaved himself on top of a white, speckled mare, his bottom hitting her bare back. He might have been able to somewhat clothe himself, but as to saddling a horse, that definitely wasn’t going to happen.
Nilo sighed, entwining his fingers in the steeds pale mane, sitting there for a moment as if mind was trying to have a breakthrough. Blue eyes met a black night and for a few seconds, he stared into the darkness. Then, almost without warning, he thumped his boot into the horses side, and sped off into the woods at the castles rear.
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Dark eyes glittered as tokens were tossed onto a wooden table. "Let's make a friendly wager, shall we?" a surprisingly feminine voice purred as the cloaked figure stood. Laughter and taunts were thrown out in the dark building, a candle casting an eerie glow. "Oh come now soldier, don't tell me you're scared?" A large man stood up, "Is that a challenge?" The hulk threw his own tokens onto the table and yanked off his shirt. Cat calls sounded through the room. "Show her who's boss Varian. Don't let her get the best of you!" The soldier snatched his sword from the wall and threw the door open. "After you mi'lady," he sneered. "Of course," the shadowed figure replied, squeezing past the angered man. A small smile flicked across her face as she swiped her own blade from beside her chair. The throng of soldiers pushed from behind, eager to see the outcome. Pulling off the cloak, the woman was visible in the torchlight. She wore leather pants with a baggy white shirt, her tanned skin dark and shiny from sweat in the orange glow cast from the flames. Twirling her sword, the strange woman advanced. Clash Sparks flew in the night air as steel met steel. It was hard to make out the two forms as they circled, blades flashing. Laughter echoed as a thump was heard and the large man fell, the woman's sword pressed up against his throat. "I'd say that makes the money mine." A curse was thrown at her which she ignored, turning on her heels and snatching up her cloak. Walking through the building, she collected her tokens to claim in the morning before heading back out into the fresh night air. The barracks were some way from the castle though there were training grounds near the stables. However, due to an unfortunate incident at the castle, the guards off duty had moved to the barracks, switching out daily with those on the wall. She would take the morning shift. Heading to the posts, she un-hitched her black horse, shoving her sword in its sheath, and mounting. She threw her cloak over her shoulders and turned the majestic beast towards the castle. Tapping the horse's side, she started forward. A white horse flashed by, cutting her off and sending her horse into a frenzy. As the steed reared up, she tightened her grip, trying to calm the horse. "Easy there boy, down now, down." She called out, giving him reign before pulling back and doing it again until she was in control. Her eyes flashed as she spun the dark horse around and raced after the white beast with the shadowed rider. Leaning forward, she slowly gained on them until she was almost side by side. With ease, she snatched the steed's reigns, pulling both horses to a halt. "Who goes there? Answer me by the power of the royal guards!" She snapped at the rider, expertly holding both reigns in one hand and her sword in the other. (Not a problem. Lol.) |
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“What you're doing is wrong Castor, you can't just continue to let that beast slaughter people. You need kill it !” “Never! He's mine Nilo. This is none of your business!” “It becomes my business when my people are being killed because you’re fond of that… that monster.” “HE’S NOT A MONSTER!” Nilo let out a strangled cry as his brother voice shrieked in his ears. For a moment he released the horses mane as his hands flew up to his ears, and he nearly fell off his steed’s back. He could still see his brother’s wavy blonde hair framing his face like a lion's mane as Castor shouted his fury at his older brother, his sapphire eyes ablaze with his unhinged anger. Nilo squinted his eyes shut and shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the image of Castor’s face from his mind. It was no use. His brothers face would forever be ingrained in his memory. But no longer could Nilo see Castor smiling. He only ever saw his features twisted with pain as tears streamed down his bloodstained cheeks. Nilo would forever see his brother take his last shuddering breath as he lay in a pool of his own blood. If only he had listened. No, if only I hadn’t- No It was maddening. It drove Nilo insane. It was the very reason he could not sleep tonight, or many nights for that matter. He would fall asleep, only to see his brother die before his very eyes. Oh how karma gets her way. Suddenly, Nilo’s horse was jerked to a stop. A voice, rough and feminine, sliced through the night like a blade, dragging him back to his senses. The prince turned at the waist, facing a woman who's eyes glittered with indignation. He looked so rough, so wounded that it seemed like a miracle that he was even able to lift his head up to look at her. Gone was the prince who was considered to be a royal heartthrob. All that seemed to be left was some haggard, cracked shell of a man. Nilo traced her features with his eyes, their gazes crossing for a moment as his blue orbs blazed a path around her tanned face, analyzing her. For several moments he sat there silently. His mind as trying desperately, with what little strength it had left, to comprehend her simple question. Who am I? Nilo stared blankly at her for a few awkward, tension laced seconds longer. It ways no doubt he looked like an idiot in that moment. It was like the lights were on, but nobody was home. Then, as if suddenly a spark went off in his head, Nilo straightened on the mare’s back. His eyes now held some semblance of life, no longer holding their same blank stare. I am Prince Nilo Van Aslan, and I really, really shouldn't be out here. “I’m Nilo.” He spoke warily, his voice barely more than a rasp. He shifted where he sat, running a hand through his sweat damp hair. His hands moved to his cloak, moving it as best he could over his exposed upper half, feeling self-conscious as he realized that he had left the castle half-naked. Nilo was ghostly pale, his sickly complexion stood out like a beacon against the dark of night. All in all, the man looked half-dead. He silently prayed she wouldn't recognize him, that she wouldn't force him to return to the castle. Nilo didn't want to go back there yet. That castle held too many memories, so many that it felt oppressive. Sometimes it felt as if Nilo could barely breathe within its walls. Desperate to keep his current freedom, Nilo spoke again, “I’m sorry that I scared your horse ma’am. It was insensitive, and I was riding rather recklessly,” He croaked, before his body convulsed with a coughing fit. |
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Her eyes traced the figure, a sad sight of a man indeed. He looked as a broken man would, alone and even scared. The guard let out a soft snort. Pathetic. And what was he doing out here in the woods? When he bent over in a fit of coughing, Gennadius swung off her horse, releasing its reins. Patting it lightly on the rump, the dark horse trotted off. Turning her attention on the man, she helped him off the horse. "You need to rest," she muttered. It was her duty to help the man, no matter how he got that way. As she helped him against a tree, or rather dropped him on the ground in front of the trunk, Gennad collected some branches and started up a fire. Sitting on the opposite side, she watched him carefully. His name was Nilo... She squinted slightly taking in his features, a well defined nose, sharp jaw, light blue eyes... "Your majesty," she blurted out, dropping to a knee and resting her hand on the hilt of her sword. "Forgive my behaviour. Where are your personal guards?" Shame and unease filled here. As she bent her head back up, the hood feel from her face, revealing the golden hair that streamed over he shoulders. Gennadius was suddenly very aware that she did not belong her. Not just in the woods with the prince, but as a warrior. Did the royals even really know about her? The Captain had found her quite a few years back, half dead. He had brought her to the barracks where she trained to be as good a fighter as the rest to the point of being even better. Before that, she had been an accomplished thief, living on the streets for survival. What would the prince do to her? A woman's place was to be with her husband or father... Not as a fighter, especially of the royal guard. For a quick second, fear flashed through her eyes before the darkness settled back over, revealing nothing. |
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Nilo tried to gently shove her off as she helped him off his mount, but he was far too weak. Her smaller hands curled around his bicep as she slumped him against a tree. He grimaced as his bare skin scraped against its trunk, leaving angry little lines in his skin. A breeze whistled through the wood, causing the prince to shiver where he sat. Nilo wrapped his broad arms around himself, again regretting not wearing a shirt. “Please don't pity me. I couldn't sleep if I tried,” He admitted curtly, his voice beginning to return to its normal tones. It seemed as if he was finally calming down… for now at least. He silently praised the God’s as she began to collect items to build a fire with. The nights were growing colder as winter was making its evident approach. Nilo wished he could help her, but he came from a place of privilege. Prince’s learned to rule kingdoms, not build fires. He rolled his eyes at his own incompetence, his eyes dancing over her figure as she moved about the clearing, collecting the right branches with practiced skill. He probably would've grabbed a blade of grass or something stupid like that. As Nilo watched her build them a source of warmth, he took the time to really observe her. She was short for a woman, he noticed, but Nilo had no doubt she could bite his head off with that fierce attitude of hers. A smile ghosted his lips for a moment at his thoughts, but it quickly faded as she finally recognized him. It happened so fast, Nilo thought she had fallen down. He was about to move to help her up, but he realized what she was doing. She was kneeling. His fatal title escaped her pale lips, and he couldn't help but smack his head against the back of the trunk in frustration. Busted. Nilo suddenly regretted admitting his little “sleeping” issue to her, as she would most likely tell his father, as knights were mandated reporters. Father will press me so hard about it. He won't let me out of his sight. A terrified look crossed his face, and he wondered if he should run. He wouldn't be able to stand his father bombarding him with questions. Idiot, you couldn't run if you wanted to. You’ve really let yourself go, Nilo. But did he really have any other options? She was sure to demand that he return with her, and the last thing he needed was an earful from his father. Besides, he couldn't risk his father knowing the truth behind Nilo's restlessness. It would destroy the king, and possibly shatter the kingdom itself. Nilo took a deep breath, and gazed at her with defensive eyes. Her hood had fallen off her head, and loose blonde curls tumbled out over her shoulders, framing her face. He was struck with a sudden realization. A woman? On the royal guard? Does father even allow that? Nilo stared off into the trees for a moment, clearly dazed. His mind still wasn't one hundred percent, he could barely answer her questions, let alone boggle his mind about the kings doctrines. Inhaling sharply, Nilo once again met her gaze, and noticed that she seemed to search his gaze desperately, a hint of fear in her stony features. He cocked his head at her strange look, and eyed her confusedly as he answered her question. “My guards? I don't have guards at night,” Nilo informed her, “The only guards are those in castle.” He examined her again, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure her out. Does she think I’m going to kill her or something? Because I’m pretty sure she could topple me in one punch. “I’m not going to hurt you, y’know.” He ventured, eyebrows raised, “And I don't care that you're apart of that royal guard, I’m not returning to the castle.” |
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No guards to protect the prince? Gennadius became very puzzled. Didn't the royals have personal guards to follow and protect them? Still, she kept her position of respect, hoping and praying she hadn't just lost everything. Relief washed over her at his words and she stood again. "I thank you my prince." What right did she have to drag the young man back to the castle? He had command over her, not the other way around. Her gaze dragged over his bare chest up to his face. So many questions... yet no right to ask them. As a cool breeze swept through, she pulled off her cloak and handed it to the prince. "If you plan to spend the night here, you'll need more than pants and a fire." Perhaps her words were a bit bold but she felt a sense of danger in this situation. And with such fear came a brittle tone. Skin crawling from the cold air, she stepped closer to the fire, her back to the royal. Her gaze searched the area before landing on the white dapple, pawing nervously at the ground. Slowly walking over, she softly spoke to it, "Hey there gorgeous..." Capturing the reigns, she stroked the velvet muzzle before leading the steed to a strong tree with low branch. She tied the horse there, taking note of the lack of saddle. "It is not wise for a royal to leave the palace unguarded. These woods are full of bandits. You would be a prime target especially without protection." She would be stuck here for the night and most likely miss her morning shift all for some emotional pompous prince who didn't even know how to take care of himself. Explain that one to her superior. The young guard settled herself by the horse, pulling the sword from her sheath. The beautiful creature would be the first target if they got attacked. Her hand caressed its withers and ran down its front leg as she slid down into a sitting position. Her gaze again landed on the prince. Tilting her head, she watched him. Only once had she seen a man so troubled. It had been a veteran guard struggling with an old memory that haunted him. And now the prince was having similar symptoms. Clearly he wasn't thinking straight or else he wouldn't be here. His hair was in disarray and his eyes held a deep emotional pain in them. |
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