Macaroniminx

An amateurish portrait of the young Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, dated SA 97

[!] Posters would be put up around Balian mentioning the following:

Balian. Beautiful Balian, a place where I wish to spend the rest of my life in harmony and peace. And yet, can we really claim that our country is the greatest when we still have citizens existing in subpar living conditions - some at the brink of famine? Who can look into the eyes of a homeless child without feeling any sympathy? We as a nation seek greatness, and we as the people of Balian must make a genuine effort to achieve this greatness.
 
City-life has always been a foreign concept to me, primarily due to my upbringing which alienated me from much of society. Despite recently making the decision to reintegrate myself back into society, there’s still much that I fail to comprehend; one such thing is how we enable and allow for so much unnecessary suffering to transpire within our community. While Balian is undoubtedly a noble nation with great respect for its people, constantly crusading for the rights of its citizens, there’s one specific faction of society who is unjustly overlooked: The poor.
 
Balian is surely the most developed nation in respect to culture and people's rights; I'm grateful to have the privilege of residing somewhere which values the humanity of its population so greatly - in no ways am I criticizing our glorious nation; but, still, all too often people are left to deal with their misfortune by themselves without any assistance. No longer can I, in good conscience, allow the less fortunate to struggle while others sit in idle indifference; I wish to make an effort to assist in every way I can and bring awareness to their plight.
 
I spent the near-entirety of my life traveling across the world alongside my grandfather before settling within Balian. While away at sea both my father and grandfather passed; not only that, but the patriarch of the Novellen-Kaphro family passed, too. Willed to me was a hefty inheritance in addition to the titular County of Kaphro; a title that was given to my great-grandfather Prince Peter Maximillian by Joseph II, Emperor of Oren. But what use do I have for such money? What benefit will it provide if I hoard it all to myself? I wish not to allow greed to corrupt me.
 
As such, I will be using the entirety of my inheritance to fund the Kaphro Foundation, a charitable organization which will dedicate itself to ensuring that all of Balian’s people are void of struggles, especially those who are disadvantaged. My charity will not be bogged down by the weight of governmental bureaucracy for it will be privately operated, and, thus, able to efficiently focus all of its attention on the social needs of Balian's less fortunate citizens.
 
The Kaphro Foundation's first major project will be developing a beautiful non-profit public housing facility which will quarter those who are unable to afford traditional housing arrangements. I will be taking the steps necessary to make this idea happen within this year. Additionally, I will be running for Senate which, if elected, will allow me to more efficiently execute these kinds of plans.

Thank you all for making Balian a beautiful place,
Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, founder of the Kaphro Foundation and Candidate for the Balian Senate
 

SURNAME: Novellen-Kaphro

FIRST NAME: Anne Marie

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Palace Apartment 4

FACTION(NOBILITY OR COMMONER): Nobility

YEAR OF BIRTH:  SA 77

Are you registered and eligible to vote? Yes

((MC NAME)): macaroniminx

Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro was quite excited for these wonderous events, she happily wrote down each date in a leather bound notebook.

A portrait of Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro, date and artist both unknown.

More than ten long years have passed since Anne Marie Novellen-Kaphro first stepped onto the ship alongside her grandfather; the well-majority of her life has been spent at sea, taking in everything that the world had to offer her outside of Almaris. Her first steps onto dry land marked a symbolic farewell to her grandfather, forever leaving behind any memories of what she considered a 'normal' life as she set out to take on a new one, far different than what she'd known all her life.

The pain of losing her beloved grandfather, Balthazar, still troubled her after all these years. It was enough to force her to embark for home, but who at home did she have to return to? Nobody. Not a single family member remained - only distant cousins, cousins who were hardly aware of Anne Marie's existence. There was so much fear and doubt which consumed her the second she stepped off the boat:

"Will they welcome me back 'home'?"
"What if they dislike me?"
"Maybe I should turn around."
 

Nonetheless, the young girl knew she had to face adversity with a sense of bravery and fortitude. She was never willing to back down from any danger before; what made this situation any different? Except, this time, she was alone - with the loss of her grandfather came the loss of Anne Marie's confidence. So much has changed ever since she set out to sea with him. The world she was once accustomed to is clearly no more, and in its wake there remains only confusion and chaos.
 
Distraught by the loss of her family, she had nowhere to turn; no one to comfort her. Furthermore, she was stressed by news she had recently been told. With the passing of her last family member, Anne Marie was the only remaining candidate to possibly be eligible for the County of Kaphro, a title that was originally created for her great-grandfather: Prince Peter, fifthborn son of Joseph II, the Emperor of the now-extinct Holy Orenian Empire. At the time of his death, the title had been passed from Prince Peter to his heir, so on and so on until eventually the title reached Anne Marie; herself being the last Novellen-Kaphro alive.
 
She knew hardly anything about Prince Peter. She had never even met him before! Even worse, Anne Marie never expected to ever inherit any kind of title, let alone take up the responsibilities that come with such a thing; after all, she was an adventurer - NOT some kind of noblewoman!
 
“Countess Anne” she said aloud to herself, shuddering at the thought. She debated to herself whether the title even had any meaning within the Kingdom of Balian. Anne Marie let out a sigh as she knew it was her duty to meet with the King, a cousin of hers, to discuss such a matter. Eventually, she arrived at the long staircase leading up to Balian. It was finally time for Anne to end one journey, and for her to begin another. She smiles upon entering the city, “maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe this WILL be my home.”

We need gyms all around each nation so our characters can get peak gainz

Dawn Aphelion simply squints at the missive, staring at it intently for around fifteen minutes before speaking to herself. "If only I knew how to read."

I shall remember you in such fond ways king. May your journey be that of one with adventure and enjoyment ☺️

Dawn Aphelion would look at the missive. First, she’d view it with one eye closed then the other. Finally, she’d use both.

“I still can’t read.”

Dawn Aphelion looked at the missive for a moment before stating to herself

”Damn, they use too many words. If only I knew how to read most of ‘em.”

Layla Lovett would scoff to herself at this statement

[!] Posters were plastered all over the walls within the city of Providence. Underneath a drawn depiction of the homeless and less fortunate were finely written paragraphs:

As I walk through our wonderful Providence, I cannot help but pass by empty stalls that seem to have collected cobwebs, as signs stand in front of the remaining ones that barely survive. . . Oh wait, the sign states "Eviction" . . . Another shop gone, another citizen’s way of making money gone. I take a moment to ponder the reasons as to why another shop has fallen before I make my way down the streets. I see a young child begging for mina from various gentlemen and women, dirt covered their face as their malnourished hands reach out for mina. My heart couldn’t help but sink into the depths of my stomach, I gave whatever mina I could for this child to feed themselves and their family. Once I saw that huge smile upon their face at my offer, I continue onward, my eyes trailing at the empty houses and yet more eviction signs upon the ones that had families within. I cannot help but let out a sigh. How do we let our own citizens struggle, even with all their efforts of attempting to keep a roof over their children's heads, tis’ all in vain as they no longer can afford the taxes to do so. 

It is absolutely heartbreaking to see almost everyday that the homeless population increases. As they struggle, crimes such as stealing and robbery also increase as these unfortunate citizens have no other options but to resort to the life of crime. Soon, they are locked away within jail cells, which just repeats the cycle once they are released. No employer will employ someone with a criminal past, no one would give someone with such a past a chance, which results in the same situations I have stated prior. We are oppressing the poverty stricken citizens that were once promised the endless opportunity that Oren was supposed to provide for all creatures. Yet, we have failed these innocent souls more often than not. The classism is very apparent and it seems that certain nobility thrive off of oppressing these individuals. 

I, alderwoman Ophelia Romanov, say nay to continuing this oppression of the middle and lower class! I will henceforth be paying for multiple houses to fit our destitute populace within, a half-way house to get these struggling people back upon their feet! I will be paying the taxes for this housing and will help the ones who struggle the most within Oren. It is quite sad that our own citizens struggle with basic rights such as having a shelter over their heads. No one should be stuck with living under trees or streets to call home, no soul deserves endless cycles of oppression. If this housing project works, I shall eventually purchase more, amongst other future charity projects - all to help those in need when others turn the other cheek to their pleas! 

From this point onward I, Ophelia Romanov, your proud and devoted Providence alderwoman, will be devoting the rest of my life to helping those less fortunate than I. I will be doing so through the Romanov Charity, a non-profit charity organization that I will be personally managing. Many blessings to all who are reading this.

If you’re of desperate need for housing and are down on your luck please feel free to send me a bird! I will happily provide you lodging if your situation demands such an accommodation.

OOC:

IGN: macaroniminx, Discord: Macaroniminx#0285

While I’m still banned it doesn’t mean that I can’t advance forward with my roleplay! I’m hoping that I’ll be able to convince the admins to unban me sooner than expected, there are many staff members advocating for such a thing - thank you for all those who are standing up for me. I’ve been super excited to start my charity organization and am looking forward to see where it goes! Like I mentioned in the post if you’re down on your luck and need housing assistance definitely let me know and I’ll do what I can! Thanks!))
 

Ophelia Romanov just merely begins to laugh. 

“Lord, I should sue  the ISA for emotional damages and such! Many people could do the same. The count does dress rather spicy so I am on the spiked fence on which side to choose!”

RP Name: Ophelia Romanov 

MC Name: Macaroniminx 

Voted: Yes 

Void 

Ophelia Romanov looked at the flyer as she was walking by, a bit of mint leaf was within her mouth. Her torso leaned closer to inspect the new poster as she chewed and chewed upon the minty freshness. Using her fingers, she removed the piece from her mouth and pressed it onto the drawn mans face. Creating a mustache with the mint leaf, it was clear she was quite intoxicated due to how her body swayed while attempting to rework the flyer.

”Mustaches look more spicy and fun. .”

The blonde’s words were slurred as a giggle escaped her rose-tinted lips. 

Ophelia Romanov would happily vote for her friend.

”If I do not get voted for due to misogynistic men and their incestuous wives harboring distaste for me solely due to my beautiful hair and doe-like oceanic eyes then they surely must vote for my dear friend!”

Ophelia Romanov looks forward to attempt to participate within this social season, not really wanting to find a husband; she just is bored and wants attention.

[!] A painting was drawn under the title of the posters that were flooded within Providence. Some plastered upon building walls, some scattered throughout the ground; purposely placed there. The painting as that of a young blonde woman, seemingly a self portrait. Underneath the skilled artwork was finely written paragraphs that somehow fit the length of the flyer.

You may ask why you should vote for a woman such as Ophelia Romanov, you may ponder this question as you read along this beautiful poster! Well, you desire a person of noble status and such, but I do not believe we need someone whom is of privileged upbringing, one whom thinks for their own benefit and not that of others! I, Ophelia Romanov, know how to satisfy and appease the people since I was under servitude amongst many wonderful families of nobility! My lips would never lie nor would my hips! Truly, they do not lie! I would never deceive our beautiful nation, my life has belonged to the people and Oren ever since I have been brought into this realm. Tis’ my sole duty to create a better environment and improve the lives of the people! I can relate to the common man and am fortunate enough to have been educated by a woman of nobility when I was younger which has given me the knowledge that most do not have. 

A lovely face and high status can only get us so far, without empathy or care for the lovely people of this nation, we shall fall within the depths of despair! I respect all creatures that walk through the streets of Providence and wish to create equal opportunity for all! To inspire the young women of our nation to pursue things such as political careers, to give these girls representation! To show your daughters that they are more than just incubators for heirs, to give them hope to choose their own destinies, and to always follow their hearts!  I also want to provide an inspiration to the common folk as well, to show that any class can improve their community! My experience in the Ministry of Justice and my life of servitude prior has given me insight on how to help each and every civilian possible! If you desire such a change to better the young women and the men in need then vote for I, Ophelia Romanov, to be properly represented! 

((To vote for me click this link! https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/200732-providence-elections-for-city-assembly-1815/))

Ophelia Romanov rose a brow as she looked at the poster that was somehow plastered on the wall outside of the Ministry of Justice. 
“Oh Fock, is there going to be another war soon or something?” 
 
With that being said, the blonde began to laugh. 

“They really caught at how chubby some of the ISA men are, even a dwarf can outrun some.”

It was clear Ophelia was yet again drunk off her arse and was having a good time laughing at the facial features and the bodies of the paintings

1 hour ago, Harrison said:

please add me on discord holy fk

Gib discord then :3

Ophelia Romanov began to laugh profusely at the statements.

”How absurd! Some of us use it for medical purposes, some expecting mothers use this to ease morning sickness,and ease the pains of labor. I,for one,am not going to stop using my favorite substances! It helps me deal with my various issues within my mind. If alcohol can be legal, so should drugs. I see more bar fights and drunken violence than drug violence.”

Ophelia Romanov couldn’t help but sing along softly to the harmonious sound of the instruments and vocals colliding into one beautiful song! 
 

“How stupendous that Oren has succeeded without even trying! Tis’ fun to hear of the goats fleeing from the wolves known as Orenian men! Quite delightful! Sad that it ended so soon though. . .”

Ophelia Romanov giggled at the words, seeing it first hand was truly the best.

”Gustaven got his arse beat and almost lost his arm. Maybe he shouldn’t cheat on his wife and this would’ve never occurred.”

2 minutes ago, sergisala said:

The letter sent by Ophelia to Charles would be returned to her several hours later, with the following text added.

 

"Madam, thank you for your offer but I suspect that you may have lost your mind. I suggest that you visit the nearest Doctor in the Imperial City of Providence in order to receive a proper mental health treatment.

 

Have a wonderful day.

 

-Charles Galbraith"

 

Ophelia quickly opened the letter with a bright smile, as she read the written words, a tinge of blush began to form upon her pale cheeks.

”Oh my! I think I am in love with two men now! He has such a way with words! I must show him my affection by spitting on him!”