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Name: Kaiser Kaladan Age: 23 Gender: Male Role: Prince Appearance: Kaiser stands at 6 feet 4 inches tall, towering above most people he meets. He has a long stride and slightly heavy steps. He has a muscular build from his extensive combat training. His skin is a light brown, his arms and face slightly darker than his chest and legs from hours in the sun. Both of his arms are adorned with swirling tattoos, ending at his fingertips. His hair is straight, a very dark brown, looking black in most lightings, that falls down to his mid-back. His eyes are a depthless black, swallowing the light. He doesn't normally bother with accessories of any sort, his normal attire being black pants and a tunic. Personality: Kaiser is what one might call unfeeling. Or at least he looks it. He tries his best to keep his emotions hidden at all times, knowing it's better for everyone, mostly himself, if he does. He's seen the way the court works and doesn't want any part of it, even if he is the heir to the throne. He would gladly take any opportunity to run and let his younger brother have the throne. He always dreamed of being the general of his father's army. He had been very young when his father had broken the news to him. Even if he knew he would never do what he wanted to, he worked tirelessly, to prove that he could do more than sit on a fancy piece of wood all day. Kaiser had never had many people to care about in his life. His mother never paid him much attention, his father only wanted him for the throne and his brother was to stuck up to care. He never really cared, as he didn't really have a good relationship with them in the first place, but it made making friends hard. One, because there weren't many people his age in the castle, and two because he had never really learned how to have a civil conversation with anyone. Likes: Combat Strategy Warm days Sunsets Dislikes: The cold Social interaction Annoying people Crush: None S.O: None Kin: The royal family Other: Probably the shortest character sheet in all of existence but I hate making them |
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Name: Alissadra Deitch Age: 22 Gender: Female Role: Assassin Appearance: Alissandra stands at a small 5'1", meek and innocent seeming to those who pass her by, often making her go unnoticed. Her strides are short and fast with light footsteps, giving her a deadly silent approach. While it was something she was born with, she was taught over the years how to put such silence to work. Her skin is a milky pale color, as she spends more time awake at night than she does during the day. She has a singular beauty mark on the outer corner right below her right eye. Her skin is filled with scars, each which holds its own violent story. These scars have managed to remain in coverable places such as her chest, sides, and legs. Her hair is a dusty blonde color with ashen hues running through out its length. It is kept long, ending at her waist in subtle curls. She chooses to keep it tied up, however. Her siren-like eyes are her most striking feature, being a pale blue color that is nearly haunting.
Accessories are kept to a minimum, with the only one that she bares being a silver necklace. Her attire consists of easy to move in clothes such as fitted black trousers and a long sleeved tunic at night and darker colored dresses by day.
Personality:
Alissandra appears to be a happy go lucky friendly type of woman, but the truth is that she isn't. It's all a front that she puts up to keep her self from appearing suspicious. She hates her life and who she is, but she has no other choice but to complete the tasks put a head of her. On the inside she is a broken, sad woman hardened by the terrors that she's had to enact to keep her family safe.
With blood on her hands and heart on her sleeve, she can often be found brooding quietly when she is alone. However, as soon as she lays eyes on you, she appears to be that lovely lady she wishes that she could be again. Alissandra truly is a caring, kind woman, but she has done things no person should ever have to do. She's protective and loving with a mean streak. She cares too much about others and too little for herself and she has no one to care for her in turn.
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Horses Cold Weather and Warm Clothes Faking Happiness The Dead of Night Dislikes: Death Rude Individuals Being Watched Crush: None S.O.: None Kin: Father- Albert Deitch Brother: Alistar Deitch Other: Same, not even going to lie. |
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Prince Kaiser Kaladan lounged against a long table full of various fruits and deserts, his black eyes scanning the huge crowd in his home. The smell of alcohol was strong and drunken laughs sounded as couples danced to music. Kaiser watched through heavy eyes, it was already past midnight, and the party showed no signs of slowing. His feet ached from countless dances and his social battery had already depleted. In other words, he was not in a good mood. His brother, Ahren, was having the time of his life it seemed. The boy was barely 18, and he was disgustingly drunk. He swayed on his feet and his cheeks were rosy. The young lady he was dancing with scurried off, looking rather disturbed as Ahren stumbled, nearly spilling his glass full of wine. His parents did nothing about it of course. He vividly remembered his first time getting drunk, when he had just turned 19. He couldn't even recall how many drinks he had. He thought it was fun at the time, but the next day was probably one of the worst days of his life. He hadn't touched alcohol since. Kaiser soon grew tired of standing and found an abandoned seat. Many chairs and benches were set out along the walls of the ballroom, many of them left empty. He took the opportunity and sat down quickly, struggling to keep his eyes open. His clothes were suffocating him in the stuffy room, a heavy tunic and trousers making his skin clamy and his hair stick to the back of his neck. He wished he would have put it up instead of leaving it unbound. He felt himself start to drift off, and what could have been seconds or minutes later he received a hardy slap to the side of the head. Kaiser jolted awake at the contact, glaring up at his brother who smiled down on him drunkenly. He barely refrained from punching his teeth down his throat, as he didn't want to start a scene. Ahren mumbled something he couldn't understand, his stupid smile spreading wider as he swayed precariously. His eyes were clouded as he continued to mutter inaudible sounds. He deserved what was coming for him tomorrow. For his own sanity, Kaiser turned Ahren around and pushed him in the other direction, hoping a pretty girl would catch his eye and he would leave him alone. He settled back into his seat and watched from afar, trying his best to keep his eyes open. |
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Alissandra despised parties with her entire being, but she needed to at least attempt to complete her job. To feel out the Prince and see exactly what she needed to do to take him down. She knew who he was and what he supposedly looked like, but as far as his general composition was concerned she knew nothing. At least it was night time, her favorite time of day. She always felt wide awake and exhilarated, more alert even. The intoxication of party goers would make the public less susceptible to notice her plot as well, but it would be even better if she could get the Prince alone. That wasn't likely, however. Not without getting a bit of his trust first.
Alissandra was even more grateful to have worn one of her thinner dresses. It was positively stifling in the room, making her flowing hair and the fabric of her dress stick to her. She wished that it wouldn't though, as she had a multitude of weapons stashed beneath her dress and the last thing she needed was for someone to see the outline of a knife on her body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through the crowd and evading drunken suitors, she laid eyes on the one that she was looking for. He seemed exhausted and tired of being there, but she couldn't blame him. Parties were insufferable when they didn't know when to end.
Alissandra sauntered towards him, her blue eyes focused intently on him, though she was trying her best not to have her normal blank look. Instead, she bore a soft smile that she could only hope reached her eyes.
Alissandra paused before him, taking a moment to bow respectfully to him. "My Prince," she said softly as she straightened up, her hands folded neatly infront of herself. "I hoped to steal you away for a dance? A stroll even, if you'd rather?" She asked, a tilt to her head. She had a slight look of pleading to her eyes, though she tried not to look as desperate as she was. With her father's life on the line, Alissandra needed to complete her task as fast as possible seeing as time was running out. |
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Kaiser was positive this was the most bored he had ever been in his entire life as the music still played and couples still danced. He debated making a run for it, but he knew his father would skin him alive if he did. He watched curiously as a young woman weaved her way in his direction, looking oddly determined. He rested his head in his hand as she approached where he sat. He waited until she had finished speaking to respond. "I don't dance with strangers, much less walk with them." He said as he stood from his seat. He hated using what he liked to call his kingly voice, it made him sound snotty and stuck up, but he was a prince, he was supposed to be those things. He walked away without another glance at the woman. He hated being a bitch, but he wasn't in the mood for another dance. He would give his left arm to be able to never attend another party as long as he lived. He stopped at the table full of food, picking up a delicious looking pastry and taking a bite. He subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair, unsticking the long strands from his sweat-soaked neck. He was five minutes away from leaving, no matter the consequences. (Yikes super short) |
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