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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 7:04 am
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Story
Mordred is a disgrace to his parents. Well, in their minds. Perhaps I should start from the beginning. Mordred was born from Elizabeth and James Silver. James Silver was born from Valerie White and Erin White, while Eilzabeth Silver was born from Brodic Ivory and Melinda Ivory. Mordred was expected to have the silvery white wings of his family, on both sides, and take his place among the other royals. The paler your wings, the higher your class. Mordred was born with black wings, with hair to match. He had beautiful bronzing skin, and striking sky blue eyes. His black wings, however, disgraced his families. They could never show their faces to the public and explain that their son, believed to have the perfect genes for the palest wings yet, had wings to match the Ebony sky. And so his name was Mordred Ebony.
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1) No excessive cursing. 2) No one-liners. I don't like them, I can't stand them, and I don't see any excuse for them if you try hard enough. 3) Try to post at least once a week. If you can't, for any reason, let me know beforehand if you can. If you can't warn me, then tell me after and I'll understand if the excuse is good enough. 4) PG-13 people. I'm not having my rp shut down because your guy doesn't want to keep it in his pants while on the public forum. 5) Please try to contribute. I can't come up with everything. Unless our characters have to go over a rickety bridge to get to the highest room of the tallest tower so that we can rescue goldilocks, I can go with just about any plot point or scenery that you feel would go well with the rp. 6) PM me with the title 'Beautiful Wings'
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[Picture] My Faith: username My Identity: Name My Body: species My Life: Bio My Mind: personality My Years: age
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 7:05 am
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ProfilesMy Faith: anime_wiccan_chick My Identity: Mordred Ebony My Body: dragon My Life: See above My Mind: Obedient and quiet. He sees himself as below other dragons, even the servants, because of his wings. He only sees the outside world in two ways: His window, and books. He reads books, desperate to see the outside world, without anyone having to see him. My Years: 237 (approximately the age of 16 if one were to compare the dragon life span to a human one.) My Faith: XxVanity_kidxX My Identity: Abiron My Body: merman My Life: Abiron was born into the royal family were girls are dominate. Abiron expected to be female was a surprise to say the least and the woman dominate family besides the king. Although still royalty, Abiron was mostly reduced to be his sister toy, there opinion being higher than his. After several years, Abiron was sent on a journey to find a bride. My Mind: Abiron is sweet and kind and can have a submissive personality due to his sisters. However, like everyone, he has a breaking point that when reached he becomes a dominate and sadist. My Years: 18
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 4:37 pm
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Î åm Mør∂re∂
Mordred sat in his room, which was rather plush and comfy, and read one of his many books. His parents kept his room comfortable, despite his disgraceful appearance, and merely bade him stay in his room. Just stay in his room. Food was brought up to him, and he ignored the biting remarks of his wings and hair. He would just live in his room. His parents made sure that he kept healthy, and had someone go up to be his trainer for workouts, paying for the man's silence of course. Nobody outside their home could know of his defect. He was hidden from the world. He remembered when they had a servant boy be his friend. He asked why he read so much. "So I can see the world." He replied. The boy tilted his head. "Why not just go out there?" The question made him pause, then look away. "Because I don't want the world to see me."
That was how he lived. He saw the world through the words on the pages, and nobody had the opportunity to look back and see him. He was safe in his little room, with his massive bookshelf, and his books. Nobody could gasp in shock, or disgust, and he would not bring any more shame to his family.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:14 pm
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Î åm Mør∂re∂
Mordred's parents were informed of the issue, being the nobles of the village. Immediately, they sent out guards to, without harming the stranger, bring him to them so that they could sort this thing out. Mordred was in his room, looking out the window. When he spotted a stranger, he froze, hoping that they wouldn't look up and see him. What was a newcomer doing here? Outsiders usually meant trouble! He quickly backed away from the window, worried. He couldn't leave the room, but he hoped that his parents knew about the outsider.
After a few minutes, he risked looking outside. To his surprise, he saw guards approaching the stranger. Ah, so his parents did know. That was good. They would find out what this strange being wanted, and ease the people's fears.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 5:00 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 7:26 am
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Î åm Mør∂re∂
Mordred's parents listened to his tail, looking at each other. The story was too strange to be a lie, and he seemed sincere. They talked quietly, and eventually decided that the safest place to keep this outsider was in the castle, until he decided to leave and find this 'bride'. With that decided, the two returned their attention to the stranger.
"Your tale is impressive indeed. We offer our hospitality, until you decide to move on, should you wish to." Mordred's father stated, and his wife nodded. "Our castle is well-protected, and you will be provided with every available luxury." The guards, understanding that the noble was to be treated nicely, bowed to their rulers and were released for now to go home and relax a bit. A maid scurried over, bowing to the couple, then to Abiron. "Would you like a bath, sir?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:13 am
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Î åm Mør∂re∂
She nodded and led him to the bathhouse, which was beautiful. It had marble floors of polished white, and platinum accents around the bath itself. It was warm, and the water was pleasant with different soaps all around for guests to use. Towels waited neatly, ready to be used.
"Well, we're a good dragon village. Well off, I mean. Not much crime, good agriculture, and our nobles have some of the whitest wings in the higher circles." She said, smiling proudly. Her own wings were a dusky blue. "And their majesties are very kind to their servants, even if the ones looking after Mordred complain." She smiled some. "Mordred is their son, but he's constantly ill. Rather unsightly to see, really. He never leaves his room, the weak little thing." She sighed, easily sticking to the story. "Ah, well. They had such good genes, but it seemed he was a botched babe." She bowed politely. "When you finish, sir, I will escort you to your room."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:05 am
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Abiron listened to the woman as she talked about the land, the palace, and a son. He got a bit upset at how she called the child a botcged babe. "Excuse my rudeness but surely there can be no such thing as a botched babe, by any standards." He aid in all honesty as he walked into the bathing facility. Never has he seen so much white in one space it looked to clean to be used as well. Walking in he smiled as he walked over to the tub, a bit cramped by his standards but do able.
"Thankyou, you may leave" he said with a kind smiles on his face as he stripped of his clothing stepping into the water sitting down, he felt the odd sensation of his legs turning back into is tail, his hair growing longer as well. As he relaxed in the tub he started to sing, his voice a lovely range between a baritone and a tennor, the complimented his sisters voices ranging anywhere between Alto and soprano.
By the time he got out he wasn't sure how much time passed but he was glad his tail dried quickly and turned back into legs. Putting his clothes back on he walked out of the room wondering were that maid went to, or anyone who could show him his room.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:41 am
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Î åm Mør∂re∂
Another maid was waiting for him, kneeling by the door. When he came out of the room, she stood and bowed politely. "I'll escort you to your room, sir. Supper will be in two hours." As she was leading him to his room, one could hear insults being spewed and the sharp sound of skin on skin. A slap. The maid quickly ran to the room, already knowing which one it was, and pulled the other maid away. "Victoria, please! Control yourself!" "He is an abomination! He doesn't deserve the rich food he eats, or the fine clothes on his back! He is evil!" She screeched. The maid led her out, trying to calm her down. She was so caught up in taming her fellow maid that she'd forgotten that she was supposed to keep the prince hidden.
The prince, his wings furled against his back, was frozen in shock at seeing someone that wasn't a maid in his doorway. When he realized the implications of someone seeing him, he quickly dashed into his closet, huddling against the masses of clothes as he kept the door shut. Someone saw him. Someone who would judge him, and who would no doubt agree that he was an abomination. He was seen by someone from the outside. A world that he was never supposed to have contact with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 1:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:47 pm
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