Violino

I wish you success in all of your aspirations, Kiwi. Perhaps joining the AT will help you mature in what others have comment upon and give you more of a focus. Personally I know you have the attitude, drive, and good-willing heart to do it. Best wishes. <3 

Yes yes!! A million times, yes!! Luv would be a wonderful addition to the team! Best of luck, love! <3

Elizabeth Maria casted a smile of pride to this announcement. "Finally they take good advice and make a good decision." The woman remained hopeful that this would be a first dawning to a new, strong Principality. 

1 hour ago, Ang said:

haha

I was just trying to be kind... 

I've known Jack since we were of a very young age. He brought me here to LotC and I haven't met a better builder. From building a manor, terrain reshaping, and all the way to cities or mythical creature sculpting- it's amazing, astounding. The ET couldn't have a better builder on their team. Good luck, Jack. 

Love ya. <3 

+1

Elizabeth Maria sighed, rubbing her temples in unneeded stress with a dash of relief, "I'm glad they made this wise decision, but to slander  isn't the way to go about it." she commented, moving to write her newly wed Halcourt cousin, in hopes that she and her husband might live in the upcoming Ruska. 

Elizabeth Maria soon heard word of this rather dreadfully dramatic satire, "Oh... my poor brother. What ever happened to 'family stays with family'." Soon, the woman would go into prayer for Joseph and Courland. Upon lifting her head and opening her crystal blue eyes, she saw peace. For this icy dome of the North was now her home. 

Two characters together

Race: Human

Body Type: 

Elizabeth Maria

- Average height

- Lanky

- Medium bust

Ariana Halcourt

- Half Harian, half Heartlander (tanned skin) 

- Short

- Average body type

- Small woman 

Extras (Earings, items , Pose):

- Elizabeth is always wearing a flower crown 

- Ariana has an obsession with cookies

Elizabeth would be wearing noble (Northern) clothes. A fine purple dress and a naval blue cloak. 

Ariana would be wearing noble Courlandic (Southern) outerwear. 

Unsure about the pose.. I'm sorry! 

Skin Picture (I don't want to save your skin):

http://imgur.com/a/UeBPq

Your compliment! ( Include @ So they know you talkin' crap) :

@-=KiwiAlice=-  

You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and funny. When I'm down, you make me laugh. Actually you make me laugh all of the time. When we're in teamspeak and have that signature greeting of "beeetccchhh", it makes the friendship closer each day for some peculiar reason. <3 

@Ruthern

10/10, couldn't ask for a cooler rival when it comes to RP. Despite all of the mess that usually comes up, you're always a good friend and very kind hearted. 

@ACU20

Not only are you fun to RP with and consistently make anyone feel better with the accent changes or maaaybe being the first *cough* male *cough* STAUNTON WOMAN, or just simply who you are as a person. Your heart is golden and positive. 

@skuke101

Ya' know you're the best and you make not only Kiwi happy, but me too. You are so down to Earth and nice, but also hold common sense that I agree with! Also, it's always fun to RP with you as well. 

Elizabeth Maria clapped in pure and utter joy for her cousin. "Hooray!" shouted the Princess over the crowds roaring cheers. As maid of honor, this meant the world to her equally as much as seeing Ariana happy on her big day. 

Princess Elizabeth Maria would ensure that each doctor and maid in the realm were reached to ensure the King Joseph of a smooth recovery. "Oliver is a fine choice, brother." 

Princess Elizabeth Maria heard word of this, shaking her head in disapproval. "Must Courland suffer more heartbreak? He isn't unfit for the Lady Ariana and they love deeply..." she said to her lady in waiting. A frown composed of despair casting across her young features. "If I could go back, I'd elope with my true love." 

YES!  Best RP hubby by far and also a genuine sweet heart. I can't see a more competent fit for the position! Best wishes, Ollie! <3

+1

7 minutes ago, -=*KiwiAlice*=- said:

9 minutes ago, Dabliusmaximus said:

 

Waving her tree fiddy into the air. "It deal! King ****** mine!" Areona screams!!!1!!

leizbath says with confidence “I'll give ya fi fiddy! Fi fidddyy!" shouted next, the hand waving the mina in a sack about in the air.

11 minutes ago, Dabliusmaximus said:

Bandits of Booty Bay

leizbath says “IT mine now, boi. "

Princess Elizabeth Maria dazed out into the horizon after hearing word of her mother's passing. For what wroth had come to deepen an already broken heart. It seemed all her life had been a game of ending happiness. From a love lost, a caring and loving father dead, but now, her last and precious parent too to join part in the Seven Skies. The princess did not weep, nor smile. Simply allowed the satire of what her life had become to settle. "May you find happiness with papa now, mama. GOD save the Queen!" she screamed off of a balcony. A soft murmur, almost a whisper, concluded her speech. "May God save me..." 

[[ http://imgur.com/a/JhkLq

10 minutes ago, LadyRebecca said:

"Separating mothers from their children is a crime in itself. Woe to the man that stands between her and her children."

Princess Elizabeth Maria Staunton continued her various prayers. For the Houses that have caused her family such pain due to their inhumane and drastic actions. Now learning, they have no reason, yet claim they fight for such. Elle remembers the Grand Princess in a time like this, for when her mother was kidnapped forcibly, the flower crown given by her was crushed by one of the men's boots. 

Princess Elizabeth Maria Staunton weeps for her mother, Queen Lisette's captivity as she prayed to GOD at night for his mercy upon them. "Please," begged a Princess to her Creator. For this child has already suffered a loss from one parent and does not fathom another, her mother, next. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9rPQ1duCPc

Hidden Beneath the Shadows

In life, everything is looked upon. Even if the eyes are the crystal of GOD himself must look upon it. Yet, in this night, the 16th of Snow's Maiden in the year of 1612; the eyeful observer was one of which many could still consider a child. Sounds of the rebellion raged at the Courland gates. Bellowing it's fear to instill it in the hearts of men, women, and children who awoken from their slumber, now, laying cold in a once warm bed. Men, bewildered like beast for prey, somehow managed to break through. Elizabeth Maria sat upon the dais, reading a novel on the likes of love, as any girl dreams. Only if she knew that her dreaming would forced to be ceased by the horrors stored in the monster which battered her home's door. 

"Elle, now! We must go, now I say!" Cried her mother, the late Queen of Courland, Lisette Henretti. At Lisette's flank was the new Queen consort, Marie, distraught.

The men neared. Sounds of their chargers that they mount scraped upon the Earth's surface. But they weren't nearly close enough to get them. For levels of doors and ferrum gates blocked them from trespassing onto holy ground- the Palace of Curon. They ran and ran; through the moat and into the bleak forest at dawn they ran. Not leaving a trail of sound to their movement or footsteps. Once entering their safe house, each window shutter- locked. Doors down to cabinets, locked. 

Elizabeth Maria was obedient to instruction and this, is what had saved her life. Beneath the bed was a cubby hole crafted into it's fine wooden making. The chisel in it's eloquent design making inside to out made it almost impossible to discover. The Queen hid the young Princess in it and the trio waited. For word, for hope,  but, for an end to this rebellion. In reality, which they learn, they waited for the evil to muster through the night. Bursting down doors one by one to make it up to the second story of the safe house. Door by door, pound by pound with laughter that impersonate cohesive drunkards. The two Queens stood strong, awaiting their demise. 

A small hole allowed not only air, but sight of what was happening. The princess witnessed first handed the man handling of the two Queens in cruelty.  Men only to be titled 'swine'. Grabbing the women forcefully to take them away in considerable and substantial exertion. Away in the night, the bodies, noise, and peace had left. For only their acts of malice remain to haunt the lands. Demonizing a fear into the mind of a Princess of what would happen to her last living parent. What ushers a man in the eyes of many, to conclude such dishonorable acts?

Frigid satire, isn't it? How the King of Lorraine sits in his palace, at peace in his decision to turn a betraying back to his sister. The power of his sword left idle in hand, and it's use? To support the enemy of his his crowned Queen-consort and sister. Now, Queen Marie is stolen away in the depths of darkness into the night. Little does he know, his living, breathing nephew, a heir,  now grows without his mother. Regret may not feed the King's vocabulary, but a snake will be casted into the flames of Iblee's breath and history will teach the nephew of his own uncle's actions. 

Hours passed, time slower than molasses. Finally, Elizabeth Maria crawled from beneath the hiding comforts. Cloaking herself, running into the night to her be reunited with her Uncle, Frederick,  in his keep. Yet, as the men think they have won or gain by feeding off of the weak. A contradiction stills a heart that cannot be tame to such. For a strong woman accepts the war she has been through and will go through, and is ennobled by her scars. Ethical good shall prevail, but for only a battle has been won, but not the war. 

Princess Elizabeth Maria would be resting in her bed, left where the holy works of healing had been done. "I am eternally grateful forever and always." she looked to her mother, kissing the hands which the Queen used for prayer. 

Good read, Luv! <3 

Princess Elizabeth Maria Staunton broken hearted, distraught and now numb to feel the blessings of life had now ceased. Silent tears fell down her pale cheeks in drips of despair. "Papa... you will always live in my heart." Her head found safety in a pillow, mourning the loss of /her person/. 

9 minutes ago, MaxGemini said:

((There were no character witnesses to this at all and it is not ic knowledge. I understand that people are upset due to the loss of their characters but that is not an excuse to make posts that are flagrant metagaming. Please take this down.

((There were many witnesses (one actually mentioned in the post) and RP knowledge considering it was publicly done near the square/entrance.

http://prnt.sc/eivqxa

Devoid of Existence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C092uisdqh8

What indignation has transpired?
 

Charles Meren, five years of age. The night dawns upon a small pool of crystal water. Moonlight, cascaded virtue and even with the dirtied edges about a pond, the name is written; engraved into each ripple. Tears, rooted of mourning rippled in remembrance. Like no other, war leads to drastic and rather disheartening measures, but how could war justify a child, subduing into hatred of a Kingdom.

I say to you again, Charles Meren. A name, not noble born, but shan't be forgotten. Suffered by the tortures of a Haensetti Knight. The Kingdom whom spats it’s foul claim of righteousness, fairness, and justice. Yet, no justice was served to this innocent child's assaulter.

To lead not only a fear striking theft, but torturous acts upon a child. Repeating a hostile act without reason, despite the crying pleads the neutral lad called upon. Not a single citizen to speak, excluding a girl asking, begging, for the release of youthful Charles.

What indignation has transpired?

Sounds emitting a bone shivering crack, sounds of a broken uncle’s heart to now find knowledge that his late sister’s baby boy was taken of life. Charles Meren. Knowing nothing of the battling hatred between Kingdoms, not knowing anything left of this world. Stripped of breath, with armored boots battering down onto his small figure. The shrilling scream of agony left the small dried lips, erupting a crimson upon small fair cheeks, breaking eyes to waterfalls of despair.

How could any Knight’s Code justify such behavior? This sinful, revolting act which hadn’t been provoked. Only a state of monstrous function instilled deep inside of a wretched heartless soul, toiled.

Suffocation- ending the torture. No containment against a possessed beating young Meren had taken. A fiend of man, strength greater than that of a five year old, emerged a forceful grip to the back of Charles’ petite head. Drowning the last remains of a frightened, child morality.

Naturally, water inhaled into the small lungs. Filling them up with liquid barbarity. An inhumane man, Knighted to the Kingdom of Haense, extracting the life of a child with his wickedness. A child neutral, ignorant to the loathing detestation of the world. Concluding to his ending moment, Charles’ body, ill to movement, laid flat. Struggles, pain; ceased. For the darling lad rested in the amiable embrace of our Lord GOD.

This Kingdom bore no shame, no repentance. Yet, has gifted one thing. Revelation of its horrors from lavished land decor in favor of Earth to swamps brewing up a wretched stench. Revelation, of it’s true face in exposure to all of Axios.

Indignation of savage malice had transpired.

Max... is just... he's such a wonderful and endearing spirit. It's hard to even put it into words. Not only would he excel in such a staff position, he would work wonderfully with the team. Max is fair, unbiased and more than capable to fulfill a task. I personally couldn't think of anyone better for the job. Good luck, Max. 

+100

- Violinist

Buff is a chill guy. Just, he makes the big dogs mad which honestly makes me like him even more haha (JK). For real, buff isn't that bad if you just try to befriend him. Passionate about what he does, but, a hardcore memer. On the bright side, 9/10, the memes are funny! A lot of wrong has been done to him for OOC or his past attitude/ actions, but, he changed (awhile ago actually), and others still seek to punish him. H*ll, I respect the guy for sticking around instead of quitting by now. 

- Violinist