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Medieval RP This a private RP. Please do don't post if your name isn't in the title, but feel free to follow along! |
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Name: Bentley Brooks Role: Lord
Age: 22
Gender: Male ~~~~~
Appearance: Bentley is your stereotypical handsome guy. He's tall and muscular, and he has a very outdoorsy look to him. His hair in blonde, and his eyes are icy blue. He always is dressed immaculately, and is considered to be one of the most attractive of the lords serving the king. Personality: Bentley is sarcastic and amusing to those who he likes, and incredibly irritating to those who don't. He is loyal and sweet, and gets jealous easily. ~~~~~~~
Likes: Riding, hunting, arguing, brunettes, hunting dogs. Dislikes: Banquets, paintings, long walks, other blondes, ditzy girls. |
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Name: Ciara O'Brien (First name pronounced Car-a) Role: Soldier (A Royal who chose to become a soldier) Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Fair white skin, Black hair, Green eyes, dresses up professionally, also likes to wear royal clothing, mostly black and greens though in wardrobe colors Personality: Independent, Stubborn and Athletic Likes: Fighting, Archery, Debates, Bumblebees, Drawing, Reading and Writing Dislikes: Snakes, Being in huge groups of chaos, Non-organization, Boringness, her singing voice (even though she's good at it), Cloudy days, Thunderstorms, Cats |
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Would like you like to start or should I? |
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Alright. I may not respond until tomorrow ^^ |
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Ciara woke up from her daydream of being back in the castle. She was born a royal but chose to become a soldier to prove women were just as capable as men, to which she proved them right. She was a very independent women, to the fact that she knows how to heal her own wounds, but a life a simplicity isn't always easy. It takes a lot of power for her to not find a man and settle down. But one day, while scowering the village of bad bloods, whe came across a handsoke looking lord. He seemed to be arguing with a stupid blonde who didn't know how to keep her stupid mouth shut. She walked over to the situation and fought with the blonde, and won her case. The blonde scoffed and walked away before Ciara could even pull out her sword. She looked to the lord and introduced herself. "I'm Ciara O'Brien. Sorry about the blonde there. They're so stupid, right?" |
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Bentley watched as the other girl left. "Oh. She wasn't bothering me too much. I like arguing."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He wasn't supposed to enjoy debating with people, unless it was in the debate hall with the king, arguing his side of a law. He ran a hand through his hair, wrinkling his nose. "Sorry. I didn't really mean that. Debates are just...interesting. I always feel better when I have something to fight for." Bentley kicked a stone, and sighed. "Anyways, have a nice day, miss." |
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Ciara didn't know how to react to such a handsome man. She's never felt that way about anyone before and she didn't want to. But something made her stop him as he started to walk away. "Wait." Ciara said. "I like arguing too. We have something in common." She watched as he smiled at her, before they started to argue like some friends would do. But were they friends? |
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Bentley glanced around, realizing a lot of time had passed. "I'm sorry, but I need to go. Perhaps I'll see you around." Without waiting for an answer, he turned, and caught his horse's reins, mounting with ease, and hurrying into the middle of the town. He found a room in a inn, and settled down for the night. (I'd really appreciate it if you didn't control my characters ^^) |
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Winter 
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