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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
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(February 23, 2017 - 4:41 pm)
Ok, I will post (just not right now). My charrie is completely fine with not marrying the prince.
(February 23, 2017 - 5:43 pm)
Haha
! Who will be the "baddie"? If it happens during the ball, I positively think it should be the court messenger. The way I described him, it sounded like he was corrupt.
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(February 28, 2017 - 3:55 pm)
Melia-
The fourth song starts as I make my way back from the refreshments table. I must say, the crystallized tangerines are delicious! I am walking around the room, trying to find a spot where I can see the dome when the prince himself, Felipe Regnum, bows to me. "Would you like a dance?" he asks. "Yes," I say formally, trying not to be stiff. I notice the music is a gavotte right before he sweeps me into the center of the room and we start dancing. His hands are warm and I think a sudden thought. Maybe he's not as bad as I think. I think. Just then, I hear a crash from one of the murals. Five men, swathed in black, are standing there. They begin to fight their way through the crowd. I can hear screams. I unclip the barret I had in my hair. I took some time at my home to modify it so it could be a possible weapon. I shake my hair loose and use the string to tie up my skirt so I could run. I knew it was a good idea to wear breeches under my gown. I shoved my way through the crowd and came face to face with the leader of the gang. "Ha," he hissed. Wait, I know that voice I thought. It was the court messengers very nasal snarl! I reached out with my hand and grabbed his mask. It came off like duck feathers shedding water. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a man in black holding a dagger to one of the girl's throat. What was her name? Oh, yes, it was...
(March 1, 2017 - 9:35 pm)