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Princess School RP!
Princess School RP!
You are a young girl from a small village on the edge of a kingdom. The King has made a decree that all girls 12- 17 years of age are to go to a special school to train to be princesses. At the end, the prince will pick one to marry. Create your charrie sheet like this:
Name:
Age (12-17):
Appearance:
Personality:
Friends:
Enemies:
Other:
For example, here's mine:
Name: Alexandra Thatcher
Age: 13
Appearance: Waist length, curly, bright red hair, dark green eyes
Personality: Smart, courageous, stubborn, loyal
Friends: I'll wait and see
Enemies: I'll wait and see
Other: N/A
Rules:
1. No AEs please
2. Only 2 charries per person
3. We will start when there are 12 charries. After that, you have to ask me if you want to join
4. No magical powers or OP charries, please
5. Have Fun!
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Your friend,
elementgirl18917
submitted by elementgirl18917
(January 8, 2017 - 2:24 pm)
(January 8, 2017 - 2:24 pm)
Ooh, Scotland! Great idea! I'm in!
(January 14, 2017 - 10:09 am)
Spots are officialy closed! Should I start?
(January 14, 2017 - 6:53 am)
(January 14, 2017 - 10:26 am)
All right, I guess I should start.
~Alexandra
I was inside, making a gown for my sister, when they came. They were riding snowy white horses, and were dressed in fancy robes. I knew at once that they were the king's servants.
I rushed outside into the June sunshine. If the king's servants were willing to come up this mountain, so far from the castle, they must have something very important to say.
I found my friend Stephanie, and decided to wait with her. "Why do you think they're here?" I whispered. "I have absolutely no idea" she answered. All we could do now was wait.
In a few minutes, when everyone from the village had gathered 'round the servants, one of them read from an official looking decree. Only parts of it stood out to me, "all girls 12-17 years of age", "Will attend a special academy to be a princess", and "the carraiges will pick you up tomorrow, Saturday, June 16th".
Tomorrow? Carraiges? PRINCE? This was all too much. I would attend 8th grade at the villaige school this year. I can't marry a prince!! But apparently, all the other village girls were quite excited about it.
Tonight I lay awake in fear of what the next day would bring. Finally, I managed to fall into a fitful sleep.
At the crack of dawn, Stephanie came in and woke me up. We packed all of my best gowns, a blanket, and my winter socks and shoes, as well as a picture of my family. Then, the carraiges arrived, seven sleek, beautiful ones in all colors of the rainbow. Stephanie and I climbed into a red one, and away we went.
(January 14, 2017 - 7:26 am)
The golden carriage with its ornate designs and snowy white horses; it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I lifted my skirts and stepped in. But as soon as I had lugged my single suitcase in and seen my family waving from our front porch, tears entered my eyes. I didn't want to be torn from my family and taken to marry a strange and cruel prince. I knew I could never love someone who thought so highly of themselves, who was so rich and powerful and didn't care if us little people got fed or starved. But I was whisked away nevertheless, toward the castle, to an undetermined fate. Despite the beautiful scenery out the carriage window, my spirits ceased to lift, and so I sat in the carriage, jaw set, and brow furrowed, determined to meet whatever lay ahead with an air if dignity. I held my suitcase gently as the carriage jostled to and fro, which wasn't any small feat, seeing as I am not one for packing lightly. I had somehow managed to squeeze every gown I owned, a quilt, a few furs (nothing expensive, for though my family was better off than many, we certainly weren't 'living the high life' like some.), a few books, my journal, an inkwell and quill pen, and quite a few other things that I don't care to mention, including, of course, my bronze key (I had found it several months ago with no idea where it had come from or who it belonged to or what it opened, but I was determined to find out, and so kept it wherever I went) into the suitcase. I knew Danny Boy, the beautiful chestnut stallion my family owned, would miss me terribly, and so I hugged and kissed him and gave him a sugar cube and promised him I'd come back for him no matter what, before I left, but as I sat in the carriage with tears in my eyes, I wondered if this was more for myself than the old cart horse. I absentmindedly wrapped my fingers around my crystal locket, as I always did for comfort. I opened it and looked inside. There it was. Our picture. Me, my mother, my father, my little brother Oliver, Danny in the background, and Casper, the little Scottie dog we rescued. There was a missing piece to the picture though, taken off if the corner edge. I never knew why it was taken or what was missing, but I knew somehow, I just knew, that it was gone. Suddenly, the carriage jolted to a stop, catching my attention. I jerked my head up to see, and there it was. The palace.
(January 14, 2017 - 11:36 am)
Sorry if this is offensive, but I'm pretty sure they had carpetbags back then. Not suitcases.
(January 14, 2017 - 5:45 pm)
@Random Person, I think it would be a great idea to have a popular group! My charrie probably would rather not be in it though... :)
Miara~
I trudge, dirty and sweating, through the village carrying the load of firewood I had just traded a couple silver coins and a loaf of fresh bread for. Unlike most of the girls I pass by in the street, I am not wearing a dress of any sort, but something much more practical - a dark green tunic with a wide belt around it, brown leggings, and boots, with my hair twisted into a simple braid.
Nobody should have noticed me.
As I rounded the corner towards our cottage, I stopped dead and dropped what I was carrying. A pair of the King's servants were standing infront of my mother, gesturing at an important looking piece of paper. I walk up shakily and ask, "Mom, what's happening? Why are they here?"
She looks at me sadly. "I'm sorry," she says. "They're here to round up all girls ages 12-17 to go to princess school. Th-they say there will be no exceptions," she tells me, choking up at the end. "Miara I'm so sorry, I know you don't want to, but they said-"
"That those who tried to hide their daughters would be punished," one of the servants drawls.
I step back, speechless for a moment, before a thought strikes me. "But who will care for you and Timmy and father? What will happen to you?" My three older brothers had been drafted to the military six months ago and since then I had worked in their stead, caring for my mother, father, and younger brother. My father had been wounded in battle and ever since had had trouble walking. He was therefore exempt from further military drafts. My brother Timmy was eight, and completely sweet and innocent. But there was no way he could care for our parents. My oldest brother and I had had a strong connection, and it was him who had taught me to shoot a bow and hunt to sell in the market. But I couldn't see Timmy being able to do that.
My mother shook her head. "We'll find a way, somehow. Remember what your father used to say. 'We are survivors. We will always find a way."
"But we are barely getting on as it is! If I go there will be nobody left to provide for you. You and Papa and Timmy will have to work in order to get food. You-"
"Miara," my mother snaps, her voice suddenly sharp. "I told you. We will find a way."
I turn and glare at the soldiers before going in to pack up. "First you take the boys, then you take the girls. What more do you want?"
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My night was spent restless. Halfway through I climbed up onto the roof for what was probably the last time for months, to look at the stars. Somehow, no matter what happened down here in the real world, they never lost their magic.
When I woke up again it was morning. Just before I left, I turned to Timmy. "Take care of Mama and Papa for me," I tell him.
"Ok Mar! How long will you be gone?"
I hesitate. "Not long. Don't worry. I will be back."
He smiles and hugs me, and then I board the carriage. Nobody sees the tear that slips down my cheak.
(January 14, 2017 - 11:51 am)
Stephenie:
As I silently board the carriage with my best friend, Alexander, nobody notices a tear slipping down my cheek. I miss my parents already. I know that, with me gone, they'll be struggling already. I try to reach out of the carriage to give them one last goodbye, but the kings guards shove me back in. Alexandra squeezes my hand.
"It dwill be okay." She says. "We'll be back before y8oh know it. And if one of us gets chosen, we can both come live in the palace." My stomach gives a twist. Being with my family and my only friend would be the most wonderful thing I could imagine.
"And yet..." I think aloud.
"And yet, what?"
"Do I want to marry this king? I mean, Im only 13!"
"Dont think about it. Just remember, one way or the other, your going to go home."
(January 14, 2017 - 3:45 pm)
Melia-
I'm inside my father's workshop sharpening his carving knife when I hear the horn. "All hail to the king's Royal Messenger!" a voice cries out. I hurry outside to hear the annoucement. The king's messenger always has an annoucement to make when he travels up here. I was right. "The prince, Felipe Regnum, is now of age to marry! He will be choosing one of you girls to wed! All girls in between twelve and seventeen years of age must go to a special school to train as princesses in hopes that the prince will choose their hand in marriage!" I gasp! I am sixteen! I quickly go to my house, grab one of the ornate carpetbags I made, and threw in four of my best dresses, one work shift, two pairs of clean shoes, one pair of slippers, and a headband. Suddenly, a large shadow blocks the doorway. "You must go," said my father, "the guards will punish you if you do not." I nod wordlessly. I can see that my father understands. At least I finished sharpening his hewing knives.
Later-
As I board the carriage, I see my father and mother waving to me. I wave back. Then, I take a seat next to my best friend, Fenrys. "Are you excited?" I ask her. "No," she replies listlessly. Fenrys had told me about her mother. I think she is right for wanting to stab the prince. My family and I once lived in a different village. One winter, this whole village died except for my family. The village kept sending letters to the royal family, pleading for help. But what did they do? Sent a letter back that said, Serves you right! I mean, really! If I got chosen, I would do what Fenrys would do. But to the whole royal family!
(January 14, 2017 - 5:42 pm)
Fenrys~
I had been expecting the Royal Messengers to come for days now. So I had also been preparing my family for when I leave. I have several backup plans in case I fail, as well as a mental checklist of everything I want to do to avenge what the royal family has done to me. I board the carriage, along with my belongings, without a word. I am careful to keep my face passive and neutral, so as to seem as if I am simply missing my family, rather than analyzing and memorizing every twist and turn.
"Are you excited?" the voice of my close friend, Melia, sounds by my right ear. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice her sit down next to me.
"No," I reply absently. What I really want to say is Yes. I am excited. Excited to finally get revenge for how the king has shattered my family. But alas, I cannot show any signs of malice, due to the guards and inevitable spying devices mounted inside the carriage.
I know that Melia shares my feelings just as strongly, if not more.
When we arrive at the spectacular crystal palace, my shimmering blue satin gown, the only nice clothing my family owns, rustles as I step out of the carriage. Melia steps out not far behind me. For just a moment, we stand shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the palace in awe.
"Ready?" I whisper, offering my hand.
"As I'll ever be," Melia replies, taking it.
"Then let's go rattle the stars," I say grimly.
We walk towards the palace, wondering about the days to come, mentally preparing for the challenges of being a princess. I am ready. I hope.
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Haha, Fleetfoot says 'hitm' Hit him? I think she wants my character to hit the prince....
(January 14, 2017 - 7:47 pm)
So, I'm going to be describing what everyone is wearing. That's why this post will be so long.
Melia-
My plain, silky blue, gown rustles as I step out of the carriage. It's my fanciest one except for the ones in my carpetbag. I hear the other girls stepping out and gasping in awe. Not very awe-inducing. My father could carve a better castle than this. But I still gasp. Because of the outfits. I have always had a flair for design. I hope to be a seamstress one day. I look around in amazement. A courtier is wearing a light, crimson dress with scarlet trim. Her blond hair is done up in a tight bun with a sprig of diamonds adorning it. Her dress has these kind of floaty sleeves that flair out at the end. When I turn my head, I can see footmen dressed in lavish, red, suits with white collars and trim. The wigs they're wearing look funny. One of the fancy footmen take my carpetbag for me as I walk into the palace. The countless number of carvings take my breath away. My eyes scan the room. I see a whole bunch of carvings in ancient Scottish etched into the gleaming crystal. All of a sudden, a maids voice brings me back to earth. "You will be staying in the west wing of the palace. Tomorrow, you will start your lessons on Princessnomics at 8:00 with Madame Olga. Please follow me to your room."
Later-
I sit down on my bed. I actually have a bed now. Not just a cot. The maid led us on a tour of our rooms. We, as in the village girls, sleep in a long narrow room with a bed and nightstand each. We have a separate shower and chamber pot room. I rise and start unpacking my stuff into the nighstand. First, I put my cotton work shift, neatly folded, in the lowest drawer. Then, I stack and fold my three other dresses on top. The first one is a crimson ball gown with scarlet trim and embroidered designs on the hem. The next one is a magenta dress with a lace collar and a pleated skirt. The last one is my best dress. It took me 8 moons to make. It is made of a floaty matierial called silk. It's periwinkle blue and has tiny bits of topaz sewn in between seams. It took me forever to find those. If you look closely, you can find tiny embroidered sea serpents on the waist. I carefully place it on top of the other dresses and close the drawer. I quickly unpack my other things and put them in the drawers. Then, I take out my nightgown and hang it on a hook. I quickly take a shower, use the privy, and change. As I drift off to sleep, I wonder, who will marry the prince?
(January 15, 2017 - 6:02 pm)
I'm going to make a list of everyone and their positions for future reference if anyone gets confused.
Alexandra Thatcher- village girl
Miara Irkins- village girl
Jane Ransom- village girl
Fenrys Doranelle- village girl
Stephenie Laurence- village girl
Wren Brooksong (originally Athellia Brooksong)- village girl
Emelie Casper- village girl
Ashelyn Casper- village girl
Nania- village girl
Moor- village girl
Lisette "Lisa" Shayden- village girl
Sasha- village girl
Hannah Turner- village girl
Six of Clubs- village girl
Melia Carver- village girl
Felipe Regnum- prince
Madame Olga- person who'll teach us princessnomics
King Galbatorix- king (obviously)
Queen Narcissa- queen (obvious again)
Jole D'artiv- official royal messenger
I have a few ideas/shoutouts:
1. We should have a few baddies. elementgirl, can you post a voting poll so we can vote for who will be the baddie? If so, I have a few people for baddies: Jole D'artiv, Bonnie and Clyde (Robbers/Highway men).
2. Sorry that I named the prince already. You can rename him. I just can't refrain from naming people! Same goes for the king, queen, and royal messenger, and Madame Olga.
3. I noticed that there were 13 village girls. I guess Lucy B. and me joined at the same time.
4. What century are we in? I'd suggest the 1200s to the 1600s.
(January 15, 2017 - 6:29 pm)
Top this!
(January 16, 2017 - 3:38 pm)
~Lisa
After hours of bumpy road, restless sleeping, and not many chances to get out of the crowded carriage, I'm exhausted and annoyed. Why am I going here anyway, I think tiredly, but still with a sarcastic edge, Oh wait, the courtiers threatened my family with prison if I didn't. I sigh. No use dwelling on the past. Suddenly, the carriage jolts to a stop. I sit up, surprised. The sight outside makes me catch my breath. Delicate towers soaring into the sky, mighty walls built to last for decades. We'd arrived at the Royal Palace. I quickly open the carriage door and slip outside, still staring at the castle. Someone giggles behind me and with embarrassment, I look away. Don't act like such a village bumpkin, I chide myself, If this place is going to be my home for the next few months, I guess I'd better get used to it. But still, the sight is stunning, and a more than a little intimidating. With another sigh, this one to calm down the butterflies in my stomach, I pick up my bag and start towards the main gate.
(January 16, 2017 - 4:52 pm)
Allright, I agree with you about the baddies
Maybe the 1500s?
(January 16, 2017 - 5:10 pm)