Victorian Gala Roleplay!

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Victorian Gala Roleplay!

Victorian Gala Roleplay!

A gala is being hosted at the palace. Multiple people will be there, dukes, dutchesses, nobles, entertainers, even the servants who watch with envious eyes as they serve the eleborately dressed guests. Dancers, musicians, singers, all invited to the gala. The king hosted the gala on behalf of his son, Frances, who requested it. He requested it for a much darker reason then to make friends, as he told his father. In a month, the gala will take place. In the gala, will be special people, who most likely don't even realize just how special they are, and the cunning prince has them all in one place. Each person, has a little bit of magic, the magic lost in the medieval times. The prince strives to retrieve the magic, by certain rituals, from these 'special' people.

The magic is minor, shrinked down after being passed from grandchild to grandchild. One with fire could only enlarge or shrink the fire and heat it up. One with water could move liquid across flat surfaces. One with wind could control the wind to a small extent. Some even have speed, hyped senses, or the ability to remain in the shadows, hidden. They may seem minor, but if the prince gets his hand on the magic bearers, who knows what he could do with that power?

Okay! If you join this roleplay, i want you to be dedicated! Don't let it die!! Also, try to write more then a couple paragraphs when you do post. If you don't have time, thats fine, just say so. This also will be slow moving, as NaNoWriMo is going on. Do not feel rushed to post, take your time when writing chapters and all.

Please, no overpowered magic! It is minor! Most people who have it don't know about it, a certain few do.

Alright, here is the charrie form!

Name: 

Age: (at least 16-18)

Magic: (MINOR)

Occupation: (Duke, entertainer [dancer, musician], noble, servant, ect...)

Appearance: 

Personality:

Other:

Alright, also, let's have some boys! Two charries each, one should be a boy. Doesn't have to, but it would be nice. Also, if you have two charries, only one can have element magic, the other has to have the super-power-type-thing.

Here are my charries!

Name: Courtney Bloom

Age: 17

Magic: Speed. It is only slight, but allows her to move impossibly fast and gracefully.

Occupation: Entertainer; Dancer. Why she has speed.

Appearance: She has long, brown hair and big eyes that match the rich, chocolaty color. She's tall and slender, muscular after her years of dancing, even though she looks delicate. She has an impossibly straight nose, different then her soft features, and delicate, but high, cheekbones. 

Personality: Stubborn and determined. She will turn one direction and won't stop walking that way until someone convinces her otherwise, which is a rare thing. She is a talkable girl, something looked down upon in this era, and very outgoing. She's adventurous and is always looking for a little mischeif!

Other: Her mom was a dancer. And she is a common folk, but her dancing skills gain her a bit of money, and she uses it wisely.

Name: Alaxandre Taime

Age: 18

Magic: Earth. He can basically telepathically move a bit of dirt of pebbles, and can has a way with herbs.

Occupation: Kitchen servant. His power helps with the cooking!

Appearance: He has a large forehead, placed above his shining green eyes and broad grin. His knotty black hair hangs down to his chin. He has a dark tan complexion, matching his tall figure. He never worked anywhere else but the kitchen, so his arms and legs are only strong from constant walking and stirring of stew.

Other: He knows about his power.

So there you have it! Someone else can have earth magic too, but vary it a little. Like, make it the ability to bloom flowers? Something cool like that XD.

Begin!

 

submitted by Katydid
(November 12, 2015 - 5:59 pm)

My charries:

Brionna Fairweather 

Age: 16

Magic: She can literally pour her soul into her music. She plays her cello with so much emotion that people will go insane if they listen to it for too long. Kind of like a cellist siren if you know what I mean. Her soul regenerates after she pours it into her bow. 

Occupation: Musician; cellist

Appearance: Brionna has piercing crystal blue eyes and fiery red hair. She has pale skin and is tall, elegant, and graceful. She has high cheekbones and her hair is anything but wild. It is long and straight. She usually pulls it back in a braid. She wears a light dress of deep blue fabric. No bustles or fifty petticoats for Brionna! Other ladies scorn her.

Other: She is a good person. She never intentionally makes people go insane and has to moderate her soul-playing when she is in an orchestra.

Soldana Sentriole

Age: 21

Magic: He controls air.

Occupation: Musician; Scribe/Artist (If Soldana can be a musician, he plays trumpet. His power enhances his playing) 

Appearance: Shorter, stocky, not the type of person you would imagine to have the ability to control air. His hair is  a metallic silver and his eyes are the palest silver. Basically how you would imagine air would look. He has not-that-pale-but-not-tan-either skin, if it even matters.

Other: Soldana is incredibly well-mannered and uses air like telekinesis and on a blue moon can create a tornado briefly. 

Is it okay that I have two musicians? I chose them because I understand them the most, but Soldana would prefferably be an artist. That was probably confusing. I can't guarantee that I'll post, seeing as I'm so wrapped up in school and NaNo and piano and orchestra and swimming. I'll definitely try. 

 

submitted by Scylla
(November 13, 2015 - 7:13 pm)

Too many people have Air magic. I'm changing Soldana's power to being able to speed up Time a couple seconds or even a minute. Time is an original element, right? Like Earth, Water, Fire, and Air. Time isn't there! So that's his power. I'm keeping his looks the same, and he doesn't know about his power.

Hallia says vkfe. Viking iron? Fe is the chemical abbreviation for iron, by the way. 

submitted by Scylla
(November 13, 2015 - 10:15 pm)

Hey I'll join! Please save me a spot, I'll make my charries later.

submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 13, Camelot
(November 13, 2015 - 9:19 pm)

This is so cool!

 

Name: Henrietta Ashdown

 

Age: 17

 

Magic: Perfect memory, can remember anything

 

Occupation: Daughter of nobles

 

Appearance: Long, silky, cinnamon-colored hair down to her waist, violet eyes, a bit short for her age at 5 feet 4 inches, not overly pretty but generally nice-looking

 

Personality: Friendly, smart, reserved/keeps to herself. Wants to learn more than it is believed girls should in this era. Independent.

 

Other: Only child learned to care for herself at an early age since her parents were always busy.

 

Name: Cole Hopkin

 

Age: 15

 

Magic: Wind; can change direction of the wind and create very small breezes

 

Occupation: Street entertainer who somehow got in to the gala as a singer; was orphaned at 9 and became an entertainer to support himself

 

Appearance: Shorter than average messy blond hair, green eyes, average height, girls would like bim if he wasn't a street entertainer

 

Personality: Outgoing, determined, tries hard to make friends, helpful

 

Other: Has lots of friends that are also entertainers  

submitted by KittyGirl, age Cat Years, CatLand
(November 13, 2015 - 9:40 pm)

kittyGirl, she's not short. This is Victorian. People were a lot shorter back then, I think. You'd say she's actually tall.

submitted by Scylla
(November 13, 2015 - 10:17 pm)

Alright, i'm starting! No more people. Everybody who had joined but has not made a charrie, thats okay. You're still in!"

Lindsey, feel free to only have one charries! (Tee hee. Feel free! Dont know why i find that fun- wait. THAT RHYMED! *happy dance!!*)

Alriiigghhhhtttyyyy, Let's a go!!!!

Alexandre~

Oh, the joy of castle life before a gala. People here, people there, people running into eachother everywhere! If my grip wasn't so string after years of stirring, I might have dropped a burning soup on someone. Everyone is excited, especially the ladies, but for the servants a gala mean a lot more work then usual, and everyone is stressed, so tempers are always ready to burst.

I hum contentedly, stirring the soup for the kitchen staff's dinner tonight. Other people are working on the different servants soups, but everyone nominated me to cook out food, because i had this way with herbs,

I particularly noticed it about when I was ten. Before i had begun to work in the castle, my parents used to let me run around the feilds. I loved being outside, but at the same time, loved cooking. Outside, throwing rocks at cows was very popular among kids my age. We ran around, bothering the cows and running in squeals of laughter and terror.  It was my turn. I had thrown a rock at the largest cow and, to my suprise, it bounced of that cow and hit another cow, and another cow, and another cow! We watched, horrified, as it stopped in midair then suddenly shot up. My hands were shaking and I felt as if i could sleep right then and there.

After that, the kids wouldn't let me play with them any more. I explored my talent, and discovered it coukd be pretty useful, however it only worked on small things of the earth. I soent more time inside, and my mother taught me to cook.

How I ended up here, and how I discovered my natural way with herbs.

Courtney~

I, was invited to the gala! As a young, inexperienced entertainer, somehow, i was chose to be a dancer at the gala! I was excited, and my personaly taylor had already begun to begin my dress. I needed to begin heading to the palace right away, as did a majority of the other entertainers. I was supposed to dance with music, and the muscicians would provide that. 

I smile and twirl around, pulling a  pillow close to my chest with a sigh. How lovely! I've always wanted to go to a gala. I grin and set the pillow down before jumping into my bed and pulling up the covers. "Tommorow. Tommorow i leave." I smile and roll over, burying my face in my pillow before drifting off to sleep.

 

submitted by Katydid
(November 14, 2015 - 12:52 am)

~Brionna~

I sit in my room, holding my cello. I tune it, tighten the bow, and play. The sweet notes of the instrument hang in the air as I slide the bow easily across the strings. As I play, my song takes a lighter, happier note. The Gala. It is coming soon! I hope I can get a place in the royal orchestra. I pour a bit more soul into the music and hum softly along with the varing tune. I love cello. I slowly draw the bow across the strings, hesitating before I draw it back down. The rich, deep melody resounds in my cramped room and I close my eyes. I hear a knock at the front of the small house and put my bow on my corner table. I carefully prop the cello up before going to answer it. "I'll get it," I call to my parents. I open the door. Outside, there's a short, stocky man with silver hair and colorless eyes. He looks at me for a moment, deciding something. "You are Brionna Fairweather, I assume?" he asks politely. "I hope that I am not intruding, but I carry a message from His Majesty, the King. He has word of your orchestral ability and would like you to consider leading the orchestra on the day of the Gala."

I gasp in delight. "Of course! When is my audition?"

The man says, "In three hours. He will send a messenger to take you to the palace."

"Thank you! I appreciate the message. Good afternoon and stay well!" I call after him. I close and latch the door and rush to tell my parents the good news. 

submitted by Scylla
(November 14, 2015 - 3:59 pm)

Top!

Hallia says tppr. Topper? I'm one! 

 

submitted by Scylla
(November 14, 2015 - 6:13 pm)

Ooo, memory power! Good idea! 

submitted by Joss
(November 14, 2015 - 7:17 am)

Hey Pryde, can Henrietta and Yeri be best friends?

submitted by Cho C., age 12, At Hogwarts
(November 14, 2015 - 9:32 am)

And sorry it wasn't much, but I was rushed, and stoof. :)

submitted by Katydid
(November 14, 2015 - 2:13 am)

Could I please make another chaarie? I got an idea for the housemaid 'boss' I guess! She could just be a side charrie with no magic! I just don't want my idea to go to waste! Here are Brionna and Soldana's personalities.

Brionna is gentle, nice, and loyal. If she feels strongly about something, she'll do everything possible to get her point across. She's the type of person you'd want as a friend.

Can anyone like her? 

Soldana is and has always been the loner (like me). He gets lost in his art (also like me) and stays 'out of it'. He's distant and no one ever gets a straight answer out of him. (even more like me). So basically if you know me, you can impart my personality into Soldana. Also he's very depressing. I didn't realy want him to have an Elemental power because none really suited him, I would have preferred that he had a limitless imagination. But Time is cool, too.  

submitted by Scylla
(November 14, 2015 - 9:15 am)

Okay lots of things have happened since I submitted my charries:

 

A) Sure, Cho, they can be friends!

 

B) Okay, if people were shorter then, shes short for her age, whatever height that may be.

 

C) I can change Cole's power if theres too many people with air magic. 

submitted by KittyGirl, age Cat Years, Catland
(November 14, 2015 - 11:02 am)

Okay-- first... I looked up Victorian dresses, and this is Fenina's:

 

(I figured something simple, because she lives on the streets, pretty much.)
Fenina~
I sit down on my mound of blankets and read the letter through once more. A gala. The Royal Family wants me to perform at their gala!
Am I really that good? When did they see me performing? I'd never seen anyone who looked like someone who would make an effect at the castle watching me. A few servants, maybe, but who listens to them?
I pick up my two rocks-- flint rocks-- and release a spark into the air. I let it flutter around a few seconds before sticking my tongue and catching it like a snowflake-- it tastes like one, too.
The tent flap gives way at my touch and I step through it into a cool afternoon. There isn't much wind, and it's cloudy-- my fire won't blow around too much, and it will be noticeable.
A small crowd is gathered around the square I have claimed as mine. I pull out my flint when I'm in the center and hold up two sticks, worn from use.
I clap the rocks together, and a few sparks emerge into the open air. I catch them with the stick, and it bursts into flames. The crowd oohs.
I slowly transfer the fire to every end of the sticks-- double-sided fire-sticks. This is new; I've only done it for about two days. I started out only eating sparks, but my talent grew to juggling fire-sticks... now I can juggle double-ended fire-sticks. Next, I'm going to try three.
I toss one into the air and throw the other into my empty, callused hand. I repeat this progression, slowly, then faster, until they look like two blurs of fire flying in circles around and around. The crowd cheers; I ignore them. I just juggle faster.
Finally, I've reached the point where it will get boring: I toss one side of the stick into my mouth, throwing the other stick up and down. I pull the one-sided stick out, showing the audience the smoking end, then douse the other side.
They applaud. I bend down and pick up the third stick: one not yet as worn as the other two. Using the first stick, I light the other two and start juggling.
Alec~
The gala, to us, means nothing but work. Some of the older ladies are excited, talking about what dresses they're going to wear, whether this person's going to be there-- but I don't care, not really. A gala just means the guests make a big mess.
I grab a broom and walk over to the kitchens, where I work sometimes. Now, it's bustling. I don't blame them: the gala is tomorrow, they probably have more to do than me.
People rush here and there, slipping over union peels and chopping carrots faster than I can blink. I won't be able to get anything done now, it's too crowded. My best bet would be the location of the gala.
I go to the ballroom shyly. I'm not here often, because I'm not really important enough, but today they need all hands on deck. I clutch my broom as I look around. It's so big. And so empty. They must be doing the decorations last-minute.
The bristles of the broom sweep across the floor quickly, via my well-practiced wrist. Dust is almost nonexistent: I'm obviously late in coming. But when I'm done, I have a sizeable pile of grime lying in a corner. I rush off to get the dustpan, and sweep most of it in. Some of it is refusing to move, so I get down on my hands and knees and pick them up, one by one.
The last dustball refuses to get off my hand. I shake it and shake it over the dustpan, but it isn't moving off of my palm. I'm about to get a bit of water, just to get the thing off, when a golden petal falls on top of the dust.
I pick it up. It shines slightly in the sun, and I look at it fondly for a few minutes before tucking it in my pocket, along with a few other treasures.
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(November 14, 2015 - 11:25 am)

This is Courtney's. The catch is, when she spins really fast the bottom black part comes off. Perfect for dancing!

 

submitted by Katydid
(November 14, 2015 - 9:57 pm)