<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">Marlon:</span></span>The country of 'blue'. Their city if governed by morals and skills. The people there are the most refined and wield the latest technology; that is, gunpowder, tons and tons of it. Something seems to be moving behind the scenes though...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF40">Lucifinia:</span></span>The country of 'yellow'. Their city is ruled by the best. Meritocracy is the main policy, and it has ensured that the businesses were always run by the most competent people available. Thus, this ensured that wealth would always run through the veins of the city. That is into the pockets of the officials...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40">Elphegort:</span></span>The country of 'green'. The people in their city live rich lives... or sink deeply into poverty. There is a major gap between the rich and the poor, with hardly anyone standing in between the wealth gap. Thus, mansions and servants are readily available. Even though this is the state of the country, the people are considerate for each other... most of them.<br/><br/><br/>Name: Allen Brenton<br/>Age: 14<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Appearance:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.zerochan.net/947933"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://s3.zerochan.net/Story.of.Evil.240.947933.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Personality: Surprisingly mature for a child his age. Well, perhaps it is just what his job as a servant boy demands.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Polished shoes struck the marble floor at a fixed pace as though dictated by a metronome, creating a soft click with every step. They stopped at a pair of doors, turning to face it and pausing just for a beat before their owner pushed it open and stepped onto the carpet silently. Allen pulled out a simple pocketwatch  from his pocket, glancing at it for only a moment before snapping the lid back quietly and stowing it back into his pocket. He was in the Princess's antechamber, which was directly linked to her bedroom, which she was probably still sleeping still.<br/><br/>Gloved hands moved to the door the room where she resided, knocking thrice softly. No answer. He sighed internally, this was going to mess up the schedule today. His hands went to the door handle and pushed it open, peeking in cautiously.