MutatedPotato

[An artist's peaceful rendition of Astrid and her son, Matthias] The day Astrid Parvana Rosiliya Colborn was born was a stormy one, with her first impression on the world was a blood-filled cough. Weak lungs and poor health plagued her youth, though it never squashed her devotion to music. Her first instrument, the violin. Her first song, a wheeze. Thankfully, as days went on, her health and skills improved. She performed, played, and taught through her melodies. Sadly, every song must come to an end. The day Astrid’s voice could no longer reach her highest note was a grave one. The woman declined until she was once again bedridden, trapped to the very pillows that imprisoned her childhood. Pale skin, sunken cheeks, and a frail figure signaled the worsening of the woman’s condition. There was no cure, and the doctor assured her of little hope. Still, her song was not finished. She craved a family. The day Astrid’s pregnancy announcement was greeted by a frown from her doctor, she knew she had a choice. She was weak, and only had the strength for one person. Her or her child. The choice was obvious, and she shut herself back into her pillowy prison to keep what little strength she had left. The day Astrid Rosiliya Colborn Barclay's child was born was a sunny one. A warm afternoon, with colorful birds littering the sky. Rays shone down on Matthias' rosy cheeks as he slumbered peacefully. Peace. Peace. A peace Astrid longed for as she rested her head. Peace. Peace. A peace Astrid recieved. ---------- The woman’s remaining time was filled with writing. Lots of it. Some songs, some notes, but especially a lot of letters. Messages to everyone that had impacted her life. Dear Mamej, Dear Papej, Dear Carolus Colborn, Dear Brendell and Nikolai Colborn, Dear Anabel Colborn, Dear Konstanz Barclay, Dear Virgil the Darkspawn, [A portrait of Astrid's final moments]

Astrid Colborn awaited her father's return, along with the rest of her family. Wave after wave, she watched the returning soldiers find their peers, but where was her father? She scanned every face, none of which were his. She waited until darkness reached just beyond the gates. She sat there, jolting herself awake as the sun breached the horizon. Before she realized she had even fallen asleep, she was woken up to the news. "He's gone?" The woman began to quake. Riddled with grief and disbelief at yet another unfair loss. She had, again, been helpless. Her vision was blurred with tears, and once the tears subsided, she was blinded by the rage. Astrid rose to her feet, grabbing everything small enough for her to lift, and chucking it as far as her frail arms would let her. She thrashed about, kicking and throwing until her tent threatened to collapse around her. With the fury fading out, she collapsed tiredly in front of her violin. Astrid remembered how proud her father was in her accomplishments, especially those involving her musical talents. "Papej, Ea vill play for eym." With that, she took the instrument in. A solemn song filled the camp for the remainder of the day, only coming to an end in the deep of the night when the girl was defeated by exhaustion.

Oldest daughter role is full. Still open for accepting more kids though! :>

Idk what else to name itttttttt T-T lmao

Hello! I am currently looking for people to play my rp children. I need two people to play a daughter and preferably a son. About Dad: Calderon Elian Ignacio Santos is played by me, MutatedPotato. He is a Hyspanic-Illatian man, standing at 6'3". He has curly black hair and heterochromia, which he shares with his twin sister. His right eye is a dark green while his left is a dark blue. He is music-passionate, and described as a bit of a himbo. Despite his somewhat empty brain, he is very loving and devoted to his family and those who he cares for. He leans very strongly toward death before dishonor, and was trained as the former Viceroy of Hyspia's squire. He bears several scars from his battles against Hyspia's bulls. About You: Currently, we have two children. The firstborn is a daughter named Yesenia Aracely Katalia Xitali Santos. She is a 6 year old girl. Since she's so young, and hasn't really been established much besides short references, her appearance and personality can be determined by whoever plays her. At the moment, she's been mentioned to be a polite and joyful girl. The second child is up to whoever decides to play them. I would prefer it be a boy, as our family is the last one holding the Santos name. The age can be whatever you choose, as long as it is under 6. If you have a friend, you can even be twins! The name can also be up for discussion. Just reach out to me on discord! About Santos: The house was founded by Lmcfc, and is taken over by yours truly. They seem to have a knack for having twins and triplets. La familia de Santos originated from the Isle of Tearion. Prior to the destruction of the Isle, the Santos line was a high-ranking noble family. Thus, those with the Santos name still tend to carry themselves with the poise and dignity befitting a noble. They were evacuated from their home due to an invasion of demons. After months at sea, the family finally landed in Almaris. More info can be found in these two links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dVqfPNo1fUPJ_TYYRqjRw8a90CffMiou6SP-u4zP7zw/edit

The Union of Duck and Secretary Bird, 1914 Matrimony of Señor Calderón y Señorita Agnes 19th of Sun’s Smile To all citizens of Almaris, After a long engagement following The Symposia Pragma Of 45 Ba, it is with great delight that Señor Calderon Elias Ignacio Santos, the season’s Osprey, and Señorita Agnes Adelheid Huntshill-Green announce their upcoming matrimony. The ceremony will be held within the Bazylika Svankt Henriko in Karosgrad, Haense. This will be followed by a reception hosted in the couple’s home, Dowry Street I. The couple would like to extend invitations to the following; The friends and family of the bride and groom, His Royal Majesty, George I, King of Haense and his esteemed Pedigree His Royal Majesty, Alexander I, King of Bailan and his esteemed Pedigree, His Highness, Francisco Javier, Viceroy of Hyspia and his esteemed Pedigree, La familia de Santos La famille de Huntshill and all its branches, Laetitia Henrietta and her family, La famille de Halcourt and all its branches, The Family of de Sarkozic in Balian Sebastien Teufel, The Ruthern family in Balian, The Participants of the Symposia Pragma of 45 BA, The Esteemed Citizens of Haense, Hyspia, and Balian, August Vilac

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I would like to start off by saying that this is not exactly a "farewell." Or, rather, it is a farewell, but in a different sense. It is a farewell to the past. A new beginning. A fresh start with a clean slate. I am going to be starting completely over with my characters, and in doing this, I will be wiping the old ones. Clearing the shelves. I tried, I really did to pick up where I left off with them and continue their stories. I truly felt there was still so much that could have been done with them, but I simply do not feel a connection to them anymore. I feel as though my hiatus drove off my motivation to finish their legacies. So, unfortunately, their stories must draw to an end. It pains me to feel as though I wasted people's time, energy, and efforts in my attempts to get these characters re-integrated into society. However, I would like everyone that has every interacted with me or my characters to know that I am extremely grateful for you. You have contributed so much to this grand and fascinating experience, and I hope you will find interest with the new characters I come up with. I am deeply apologetic for suddenly disappearing for over seven months with little to no contact with most of you. I see now that mental health is no joke. Please, if you ever find yourself struggling, or see someone else struggling, reach out. With all that said, I suppose it is time to move onto the specifics of the purge. The who and how. I'll go in order of age, oldest to youngest, starting with Ivette Taylor. This is my first time doing a post, so please be patient with me. ________________________________________________ IVETTE TAYLOR Ivette Taylor was joined by her son, Aldigar Buckfort, for the evening. They had spent the day baking an assortment of delights. Well, Aldigar had at least, as Ivette instructed from her seat. Her cough seemed to be quite bad that day, but she merely blamed it on allergies each time Aldigar asked. Fed up, the son got a feather duster and began cleaning for his mother. However, not to anyone's suprise, the eighty-something-year-old's home was spotless. Before he could question her again on the lie, Ivette had broken out into another fit. That was when the lad decided it was best for his mother to rest for the night. He helped her into bed, tucking her in, and holding her hand. Strangely enough, he felt something pushing him to say goodbye. And so he did. She whispered to him as she said goodbye back... When Ivette did not stir at first light, Aldigar knew his mother finally had peace. Aldigar wept as he remembered what she had whispered. Ivette had given him instructions. Under her pillow was a key to the box at the end of the bed. The box held several short letters, each addressed to everyone closest to Ivette. Aldigar could only cry harder reading his before delivering the rest. Dearest Eugeo de Astrea, Dear Buckfort Children, ___________________________________________________________________ MATILDA BUCKFORT Much like her brother, the Buckfort lass was too stubborn to back down from an adventure, despite the risk. However, today was simply a bad day. A stormy day on the waters. Perhaps one could blame her age. Her old joints made her move slowly. She couldn't reach a rowboat in time, nor swim well enough to be rescued. Or maybe it was the ship's crew (OOC: NPC crew). Perhaps they were moving too slowly in getting the ship turned around. Perhaps they were selfish for leaving an old lady to drown. The only confirmed information was that seventy-something-year-old Matilda sunk that day. Two letters were delivered to her wife by a surviving crewmate. To My Spectacular, Amazing, Beautiful, Gorgeous, Perfect, Wonderful, Splendid Wife, Dear Brother, _______________________________________________________________________________ ALDIGAR BUCKFORT The firstborn Buckfort sat alone in his home. He could only blankly stare at the wall as his thoughts engulfed him. His father was gone, and he was no where to be found during his death. His mother has just died. His siblings were strangers to him. He had no family. If he had just been there... could he have prevented this? He drunk himself into a stupor, chugging bottles of alcohol until he simply could not see straight. He needed to feel numb, but it only made his thoughts louder and angrier. Aldigar stood, punching the wall. He felt a breaking, but through his swaying eyesight, he could not tell if it was the wall or his hand. He drew his first away from the wall as the adrenaline began to fade from him. He touched his fingertips to the wall, feeling an indent. Looks like he hand done damage. Until he felt the pain in his hand. Looks like it was a mixture of both. He held his fist as he stumbled out of his home. He made it through the front door, but then encountered every drunk man's nightmare. Stairs. He went to take a step, but ended up plummeting down them. That was where he broke his second bone. His neck. To The Remaining Buckforts,

As he returned from his latest adventure, Aldigar Buckfort was handed his letter by his son. He gave the boy a questioning look. A look that was not returned. Fearing the worst, Aldi began to quickly read the parchment. And it seemed the worst had come. Aldigar stood there, a shocked expression on his face. “Ah neva’ thought tha day would come.” He, who had made so many jokes of the man’s immortality, never truly foresaw the fall of the Jackalope Knight. He began to crumple the pepper in his hands, his formerly dry eyes becoming wet with tears. ”Ah wos gone fer too long. Ah should nae’ve left.” The man shook his head at his mistake. His family was scattered, the Jackalope all but dead, and his homes destroyed. He blamed himself, and in this blame, he felt a new flame. He had to make it right. He had to ensure his father’s efforts were not all for naught. ____________ Matilda Buckfort read the letter as it was delivered to her. “Ye auld fart. Why’d ye goh ‘n’ roll ova’ ‘n’ die like an auld fart? Last Ah checked, ye were still poppin’ out wee thin’s, now ye’re dead...?” The lass sniffled, choking back a single for her lost brother. She should’ve forgiven him sooner. Maybe then she would’ve been at his side as he left. ”Ah’ll miss ye, brotha’. Ah’ll miss ye dearleh. ‘N’ ye’re damn right, she’s beautiful.”

Given Names: Aldigar Surname: Buckfort MC Name: MutatedPotato [!] The lad excitedly took and filled out an application, though he was hesitant in turning it in. Would they accept a Sutican noble, or were only Haenseti nobles allowed to compete? Only one way to tell. With that completed, Aldigar rushed back home to prepare.