The Court's Captive (RP proposal)

[DaisyBuchanan]

Open - Help me discover what happens to an innocent beauty, trapped in a Royal Court at war with her homeland. Its a fictitious world, so there is a lot of flexibility and any fantasy, any realm is possible, lets be creative! PM me with your ideas, thanks.

--------------------
She is the picture aristocratic beauty as she moves across the bridge with graceful dignity. Her hair of honeyed red-gold spills over her shoulders and down her back, the heavy waves held from her face by silver bands set with blue jewels. Her dark-lashed blue eyes are filled with the innocence of the sheltered and cherished, while her chin gives hint of a willful streak common among the pampered and indulged. Cut and sewn by an expert hand to flatter the delicate curves of her petite figure, her pale blue gown is of the finest silk and matches the gems in her hair and around her neck. Only the faint rise of color in her cheeks gives clue that something is amiss.

Lady Elena Rancal is anxious; she knows there will be trouble when her servants discover she is missing. It is her hope that they will think to search for her at her favorite spot on the bridge instead sounding an alarm or notifying her father.

She has escaped the confines of her quarters, eager for a few moments alone, a few minutes away from watchful eyes and suspicious glances. Life at the Court of the Kingdom of Nordal has recently become very uneasy for Lady Elena. She is from Sorcan, and she is a cousin of its King. Her father, the Sorcanian ambassador to Nordal, had her join him many months ago and she had been a frequent and popular sight at court events until her country attacked Fort Balton, a trading outpost of Nordal. Since then her father has kept her confined, for her own safety. Although it is for her own protection, imprisonment is hard on an active 18 year old accustomed to being at the center of courtly activities and focus of much masculine attention.

She halts her walk at the apex of the bridge; it is her destination. The calm flow of the river, the gentle sound of moving water, and the soft glow of the reflecting moonlight always bring her peace. Perhaps it reminds her of home or perhaps because it is simply a beautiful site. She knows she should return to the castle before someone spots her but she cannot tear herself away from the beauty of the moon, not yet, not until she finds the tranquility she needs to continue her opulent imprisonment.

***
Name: Lady Elena Rancal
Age: 18
Position: Courtier
Traits: long honey-red hair, blue eyes, fair skin

 

[Nicodemus79]

Born with a gift few appreciate and even fewer understand, most of his early life was spent trying to figure it out himself. Even now, he has difficulty wrapping his mind around it. He walks silently, his long gray-white hair falling in front of his downcast eyes. The color of his hair seemed strange to most. Not for the color itself, but for the fact that he hardly seemed old enough for it.

He watches his own feet alternate in and out of his vision, one black-booted step after the other, the shine on the toe of each catching the faint moonlight in succession. His cuffed trousers swing neatly about his ankles, the cut of the pants obviously done with purpose. A fine black cloak clasped with a brilliant sapphire covers his torso and shoulders, his dark blue-sleeved arms peeking out as they swung easily at his sides, his hands encased in beautiful white gloves. His gait is slow and deliberate, as if he knows where he's going but is no hurry to get there. He is relatively tall, and he moves with a great amount of fluidity, as if he took great time and care to practice walking.

Having left Silverstren at the request of Nordal's king, for reasons the monarch refused to disclose until he arrived at the palace, Serrin now walks the kingdom of Nordal with much purpose. It was a great task its king had charged him with, and Serrin had given his word, as ironclad as any shackle.

Serrin looks up suddenly, his amber eyes reflecting the moonlight in a bright glint as a dove passes above his head in a great hurry. Closing his eyes, he sees people wandering through the court seemingly without direction, as if randomly looking about for something lost. Serrin dismisses it; it's not important to him now. What does catch his attention, however, is the feeling he gets from the moon itself. Something is different about it...

Continuing on his path, Serrin quickens his pace. The sharp features of his olive-complected face take on a distinct quality of determination. His thin nose opens to accommodate the increased need for air, and his cloak billows out a bit, revealing a beautifully tailored blue and white pinstripe shirt. If he is not born of wealth, he has somehow discovered it.

"He's a monster!!"

The words ring in his head, deafening him. Serrin grabs his head, but does not break stride; he's dealt with this before. His eyes close in reflex, and behind his eyelids, the images of schoolchildren pointing and taunting flash before him. He concentrates, finally able to make the flashback subside. Serrin finally opens his eyes and looks in front of him to get his bearings.

What he sees before him stops him in his tracks. There, stood at the zenith of the bridge before him, stands a woman. The moonlight catches the color in her hair, sending dazzling flecks of red and gold through his vision. She is turned slightly away from him, so he cannot see her face, but her demeanor and attire speak volumes of her. He can't shake the feeling that the woman before him is going to play some significant role in his life, and his task for the King, but he can't quite put his finger on it. He feels foolish, but he cannot stop gazing at her. Her silhouette, her figure on the bridge beneath the moonlight against the backdrop of the water is absolutely mesmerizing to him. Suddenly it comes to him. The dove... He speaks before he even realizes it.

"Pardon me, m'lady, but I do believe that there are people that are looking for you. And for some reason, I also believe that you do not particularly want to be found."

***

Name: Serrin Shammandar
Age: 23
Position: Special Knight/King's Oracle
Traits: Shoulder-length grey/white hair, amber eyes, dark/olive skin, tall, sharp facial features, easy movement

 

[Maniac9538]

Loki

Loki had hidden in the shadows of the world all his life that is until he was caught by the King's Guard in an attempt to steal a sword. When he went before the adjucant he was surprised. He was cleared of all charges but on a circumstance he was to follow Lady Elena and protect her. That night he had stuck to the shadows and watched the young lady take time away from the castle...not that he blamed her. Since Sorcan attacked she had been "Locked" up in the castle and had no outside contact. As Serrin approached the young lady he melded even further with the shadows.

***
Name: Loki Darkstep
Age: 19
Position: Bodyguard/Assasin
Appearance: shirt brown hair, green eyes tanned skin and muscled

 

[Nicodemus79]

A feeling of pensiveness and caution suddenly overwhelms Serrin as he shifts his gaze from the lady to her surroundings. Seeing nothing but silhouetted shapes and glinting water, he looks back to her. Still, he cannot shake the nagging feeling that someone or something nearby is being very careful. Who or what he cannot tell, nor does he know the cause of the apprehension. But he definitely senses another presence nearby.

As he awaits the lady's answer, Serrin keeps his eyes up and quickly surveying his surroundings should he be required to take any quick action. He doesn't like being this tense, but his years growing up and going through his training have made him accustomed to the feeling.