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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)
(November 12, 2015 - 5:59 pm)
~Brionna~
I wake up with a gasp. The Gala! I leap out of bed, quickly brush my ha hair, and dig around in my small closet top find my dress. It's at the back where I put it, neatly hanging. I pull it out, light blue fabric rustling slightly. I carefully put it on and bra braid my hair. I pack up my cello and wander into the kitchen. My mother sits at the table, drinking whatever it is that adults drink when they're drowsy. She puts her mug down, taking me in. "It's the big day, is it?" she murmurs. I smile and nod, but my hands shake as I take a warm bun from the basket on the table. My cello bumps against a stool as I sit down. I quickly eat the bun as my mother takes me in. "You look all grown up," she said says contentedly. "My little Brionna." I glance at the door anxiously. "A coach was supposed to arrive a minute ago," I fret. "Only a minute," my mother soothes. I can't bear it any longer. I kiss my mother's cheek, hug my father, and rush out the door, careful not top trip on my skirts. The coach is just arriving, drawn by two powerful horses-white with black manes. I hop in, placing my cello on the seat next to me. The driver tips his hat to me before we depart.
(December 22, 2015 - 9:46 am)
Maxwell~
l feel a vague uneasiness as l stare for a long moment at the large clock above the door. Just a few hours until the gala starts. l wander off in search of the library. l have nothing to do in those hours.
It’s quiet and dark, only a few oil lamps burning on the walls, as the library appears to be empty. Everyone is too busy preparing for the gala. l can hear the passing of feet and murmurings of voices outside of the library. l turn to the tall oak bookshelves lined with books of every subject and genre that one could possibly want, all thick and leatherbound in once-bright, now-faded colors and dusty gold lettering. l gently run my fingers over them as l walk passed, feeling the smooth leather glide on my fingers as l pass. Endless upon endless, even rows of books, stretching down to the end of the room.
l jump as my fingers knock a book to the floor, falling with a clatter too loud for this strange silence. l carefully pick it up, nervously looking around, even though l know that the library is empty.
The book is slim, with a blue leather cover and the title of History of the Magic of The People. Intrigued, l open it and begin to read.
Chapter One
Magic Carriers
In the old days, these people might be referred as Mages, or Wizards, or Sorcerers. Whatever name they went by, they carried magic and as able to use it to their advantage. Magic is a general term, specifically these people were able to affect their surroundings in supernatural ways by use of their power.
Magic is completly a genetic power, passed on from parent to child. In many cases, the parent will have not been aware of their power for their whole life, but the child still posses it.
One disadvantage of the parent never using their power is that when passed to the child, is weakened.
The book is fairly old, about seventy or so years, and most certainly nonsense, and yet it strangely interests me. l am about to continue reading, but then a dull echo resounds through the room. And then pattering, quick footsteps. l jump to my feet and run in the direction of them.
As the person hears my footsteps, they speed up. They don’t want to be seen.
(December 22, 2015 - 6:20 pm)
I'm taking a leaf out of Scylla's book and dropping Cole, if thats okay. I'm new at RPing, and I can't handle two charries, plusI find it hard to write for him.
Also, I could've sworn I posted Henrietta's dress, but I couldn't find it, so here it is.
Henrietta:
I walked towards the palace, gazing at its beauty, memorizing every detail. I would be able to close my eyes and see this perfectly later, exactly as I was seeing it now. I would remember everything about the gala as well, what I heard, saw, felt. I'd been able to do this ever since I could remember. If I had a memory I wanted to save, I didn't need a souveneir. I just put my mind to it, and it was there forever. I remembered everything about Paris and Yeri as well. How they spoke, how they walked, what they looked like. I was so excited to see them again! It was nice to meet noble girls my age.
(December 23, 2015 - 5:30 pm)
Courtney-
The excitement was overwhelming as she rushed back to her quarters and changed. Her underskirt, the black part that was supposed to fall off, was working properly. Her hair was put up into a loose, curled bun, and it almost looked as if were a hat. A flowered band wrappers around the bace, and the only hairs that fell were small curls that framed her face.
She took a deep breath and spent several moments in silence, picturing the music and her dance. She ran through every step in her mind, focusing on making every step right. "Time to dance..." she whispered, stanind up from her chair.
She threw on her black shawl and black glove before exiting her room. Practically floating down the halls, she hummed to herself, walking with a flowing grace that only a dancer could muster. She looked peaceful, and despite her irregular speed, looked as if she had no where to go, and was simply strolling along.
In a ball gown.
It wasn't long before she could hear the excited chatter coming from the dining hall, and moments later, she laid eyes upon it. It wasn't too full, only the entertainers and servants were place there. Lovely gowns were already beginning to bloom inside the crowd amongst the servants. The orchestra was tuning, and look rather splendid in their color-coordinated outfits. Each gown and tuxedo had a hint of white.
Everything smelled rather pleasant as the warm, filling smells of food reached Courtney's nose. She grinned, and stepped into the room, looking rather grand amongst the others, though her dress or hair wasn't outnof the ordinary. There was just something enchanting about the way she carried herself.
LET THE GALA BEGIN!!
(December 27, 2015 - 10:21 pm)
WOOHOO! YEAH!
(December 28, 2015 - 12:22 pm)
Is someone going to play as the prince?
(December 31, 2015 - 9:28 am)
(Shrugs shoulders) I don't know.
(December 31, 2015 - 2:18 pm)
Sorry I was gone, guys! I was visiting family, but I'm back now.
Fenina~
I wake up early, something I am accustomed to doing because of eary performances, but today something else is on my mind. I sit bolt upright and slip out of bed silently, pulling on some clothes and a cloak, and stepping out into the frigid morning air. Hopefully, I will beat the crowds and get there as the shop opens.
Peter seems to be waiting for me. I grin at him and he grins back. "I remember you. Come on, we finished your dress last night."
I follow him into the shop, basking in the shelter it provides, and he vanishes into the back. He soon appears, holding up a lovely, simple black dress. "How's this?"
"It looks perfect," I breathe.
"Glad to hear it," he says. "By the way, you don't happen to be the fire-eater that performs in the square over there?"
"You got it," I reply, draping the dress over my arm.
"I thought I recognized you! Your act is very good. I'm going to the gala, too-- the tailor let me have a night off. See you there?"
I bestow on him a small smile. "Sure."
Alec~
Technically I'm not supposed to be at the gala, but I can't help it. It seems to pull me, like some sort of invisible force is pressuring me to go, go, go. Although I'm supposed to do my chores and vanish, I can't help thinking of a plan to sneak in... somehow....
If I snuck into one of the visiting noblemen's room, perhaps I could find something to wear....
(December 31, 2015 - 7:35 pm)
~ Brionna ~
I prepare my cello for the performance, watching the Royal Symphony tuning aroun around me. I feel a tingle of adrenaline pass through me as I play a quick warmup. Keep it under control. No good in hypnotising everyone at the Gala with music, is there? I finish the warm up and stand. I wait patiently for the signal to enter the ballroom. As the conductor sharply waves his hand, I half wonder if I'll see that man, Robin Sparks. I hope I do. I snap back to reality as we take our places on the orchestra stage. On the conductor's command, we set the bows to the strings and begin to play our first piece, a sonata. Moonlight Sonata. I hear the sweet sounds of us- so full, so rich, so beautiful!-and nearly lose control. Nearly. I manage to get my soul back on track as we enter the second movement.
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This was short, but I don't have much time to write an overly long one. How long does the Gala last?
(January 1, 2016 - 9:39 am)
Paris ~
Guests arrive by the dozen, some of them are performers. My parents, my brother, and I sit upon our thrones, heavy crowns atop our heads. My brother looks the most excited of us. I wonder why. He's been getting more cheerful as the gala approached, and now that it's here, he might burst. Nobles upon nobles come to greet us, until Yeri and Henrietta approach. I can just feel their surprise radiating from them, though their faces remain a respectful stiffness as they bow with their families. I begin to get flustered a bit, while Frances looks absolutely delighted.
(January 2, 2016 - 4:25 am)
Yeri ~ My face burns as I bow to Paris, my friend. My feelings are so confused. I thought she was my friend! She probably just didn't have the time. A nasty thought enters my head. Or, she's trying to trick you. Into doing what? I have to say though, her brother is rather handsome. I blush at the thought. He just can't stop smiling-which is kind of creepy.
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Sorry that the post is so short, but we need to plan some things out.
1. Is anyone going to play Frances? If not, I will play him.
2. Katydid, you need to be a little more clear about this whole business with the "stealing powers" thing.
3. We need someone to create rituals.
4. Does Frances have a reason to steal these powers? If not, we need to create a reason.
(January 2, 2016 - 3:00 pm)
I don't understand what you mean by "rituals", but if I did would be glad to create them.
(January 2, 2016 - 4:50 pm)
Alright.
Basically he will steal their powers with little magic. The chances are slimmer with his small amount of magic, so he chooses the weakest powers. Then, as his powers grow, it is pretty much a given that he wins. He needs to discern the least powerful by scanning some of our blood, so, yeah. Assuming he suceeds at zapping our powers, we would become completely different people, just with the same name.
I hope this makes sense.
(January 2, 2016 - 10:53 pm)
Aww, that's sad. The prince needs something better to do with his life. Frances Montfort, right? Okay. . . It just seems really. . . kind of demonic. What will he do to achieve his means? Will he kill? Will he kidnap? What will he do when he's done?
(January 3, 2016 - 2:32 pm)
Take over the world? Heck, I dunno.
(January 3, 2016 - 5:05 pm)