<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>OOC Thread</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172235.0)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Outer Palace</span></strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=172447.0)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Inner Palace (Original Story thread)</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169387.0)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>If any changes are made to your character please PM me so that I may change them here.</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Royalty</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/leon_by_masterbimo-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Malekith Nasbrí Songsteel </strong></span><br/><strong>Played By:</strong> Vostroya<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Phoenix King, Emperor of the Clans<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> Metal Spider (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/sg_31-Copy_zps46c3191e.jpg)<br/><strong>Rank:</strong> Clan Ruler/King<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong> Muscular, Lean build. Tall (6 ft. 6 in.). Heterochromia in Eyes (Right colored Brown, Left Hazel). Hair color is White (Dyed) and long enough to reach his shoulders when not in a specific style.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> An extremely strong willed man, bred to be so by nine years leading an army against the Clans of the world to bring them under his boot. What was once a kind and shy book nerd, has turned into a confidant, intelligent, courageous character and warrior. Now enjoying his time as the King he has taken up training his immense stock of slaves and ponies as a pass time in between ruling over the nation and the clans. He has a keen eye for politics as his position requires it. Towards his close friends he is kind and gentle, especially towards the people when he is able to see them. Towards his servants he is like a dominate wind, just his presence alone sends fear and lust into the hearts of his servants. Ever since spending so long on the battlefield stressing about the next battle or losing the war, he has since become relaxed in his power and prestige. Letting his lust run rampant through the halls of the Royal Palace. As he has decreed. It is very rare for the King not to go a day without releasing his lust at least a few times. <br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> The Man who would come to unite all of the warring clans under his clans banner was once just a small noble boy from a small and relatively weak clan obsessed with the past and its technology. His position as a noble in a clan that was under the protection of a larger clan afforded him alot of free time to read through the scrolls of the libraries and to take trips with an escort out into abandoned parts of the world to explore ruins of the old world. He became obsessed with the technology of the past and trying to recreate it. Much to the disappointment of his father who wanted him to be a politician and be more active as a noble and the political games they played. Malekith would have none of it. His time away from home became longer and longer as his expeditions even at pre teen level became more and more dangerous. More than once Malekith had to fend for himself or fight with a small escort against bandits or rival clan soldiers during his studies, this quickly meant the young book worm that could barely lift a sword was reborn on the field of battle, learning how to defend himself and becoming a tactical leader of his men and escorts. Through his teen years, Malekith barely spent even a few days with his clan or parents, always out in the world studying war and technology. It was at the tender age of 18 that Malekith found his greatest discovery, years of solely focusing on science, technology and research, he had become the worlds expert on the old world. The clans were always so busy fighting with themselves that they spent extremely little time trying to improve themselves technologically, it was always about how to become stronger, faster, and more powerful.<br/><br/>Deep in some ancient ruins, Malekith found his destiny, what he found deep in those ruins of the old world no one can say, It is his most closely guarded secret, even his closest friends do not know what happened down there. All that is known is that Malekith entered the Ruins a young, naive boy and one year later he exited the ruins a King with a new army. He had discovered what he had spent his whole life up until then searching for. His small army that he now had was stronger and more powerful than whole armies of the clans put together. His technology now had the power to turn him from a small and insignificant noble of a weak clan, into the most powerful human being on the planet. He then decided that it was time to end the constant warfare between clans and finally bring an end to the suffering he had seen of the common man. Endless wars and pillaging were destroying what remained of the world and Malekith knew that if it continued, the world would end just as it had so many centuries ago, in fire and rage. His home was now far away, it would take a long time to reach his ancestral home and claim his right to rule his Clan, he knew his father was becoming frail and his Clan needed a new ruler and Malekith was determined to give them a leader to look up to and follow with absolute loyalty. It was this time that history dubbed "The Long March", Malekith no longer hid and cowered away from fights, he marched with his new army across the lands of any Clan that was in his way back home. <br/><br/>With his new power, any foe that tried to cross swords with the young man were utterly devastated and destroyed with no mercy. What began with small raiding parties trying to kill a noble and steal what gold he had on him, began to turn into armies trying to destroy the young ruler to be. The clans slowly began to learn that this boy was a major threat to their power. At first they just tried to weaken him, when that failed completely, clans that had at one time been enemies soon began to unite against this rising threat. Malekith's small army also began to rise in power. Small clans began to swear their service to him, witnessing for themselves the might of his person first hand. Battles against him were often extremely short, masses of troops that would take an army several times the size Malekith's to defeat, were broken and scattered, running back to their masters and telling them of the Man who lead Metal beasts into war that breathed fire from their mouths, beasts that could not be harmed by their swords and arrows, soldiers that could cast magic from their hands and kill any who approached them. As the march continued Malekith found many new allies, allies that other clans had for years tried to being to their side. One of the most famous being the Amazon warriors of the Black-forest (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/l651844_zps3a9dd63e.jpg), warrior women that lived within the forbidden Black-forest, all who had gone into the forest before never came out. Legends of the Amazon's prowess in the fighting arts struck fear into any Clan. Malekith would hear nothing of it. The Black-forest stood between him and his destiny. Without any hesitation, Malekith lead his army into the forbidden forest, the Major Clans believing that it was the last they would see of the young brat, but it was not to be so. A week later his army emerged from the forest at the other end with another banner waving in the wind. The clan that could not be defeated and had turned all expeditions into dust emerged from the forest having pledged their loyalty and service to the young noble. <br/><br/>It was now that legends of the Kings power began to spread throughout the known world. Small clans began to seek audiences and began signing over their clans to the service of their new ruler. Malekiths army began to grow stronger by the day. A year into his March the young lord began to take whole clans underneath his banner. Among his new banner-men were the legendary Busai Calvary (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/00083y3y_zpsd62a9037.jpg), considered by many major clans the most well organized and trained calvary and archer warriors in the world. Another clan that joined the young lords army were Iron Maiden Clan (http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/4ca49885-1d03-4bf4-8f35-9012e32120f3_zpsd1c82d39.jpg). Experts in heavy infantry and armor crafting. As he crossed into his rivals clans towns and cities he offered the common folk a simple choice, they could stay and toil away on their land as their masters grew rich while they died by the thousands, or they could join his army and be given a purpose in life greater than their own. He even offered the choice to slaves and even ponies that came across his path. Some refused, but a wide margin accepted his offer, the young lords army becoming stronger by the day. By the time he had reached his home another year later. His army had grown from a small elite force to a force that was rivaling the size of several clans combined forces. He arrived at his Clans castle just in time to watch his parents die of natural causes. At his side at the end, the young lord said goodbye to his parents, his father, who had once been disappointed with his son, now saw a King in his presence and with his dying breaths he for the first time, said that he loved his son. Legends tell that when his fathers eyes had closed for the final time, Malekith cried for the first time since he had left his clan so long ago. A week of mourning followed and the world held its breath, would the young lord continue his crusade to unite the clans or would grieve overtake him and his revolution fail?<br/><br/>Once the Mourning was over, the world had its answer. Calling an assembly of his now massive army into the streets of his Clans capital city. He appeared to his people on a balcony over looking the city from the castle. Taking a hold of the Metal Spider Clans crown in his hand and in a move that stunned the world, the young lord that stood at the edge of greatness crowned himself ruler of the clan and declared that clan was now reborn in the fires of war. He had dyed half of his hair pure angelic white, claiming that he would not dye the rest of his hair until the world was under his heel. He declared that he was now the Phoenix King and ruler of all the clans. Any who did not submit to his will would be crushed under his boot. In a single day the young lord had gone from grieving son, to warrior king. The streets roared and bells rang in the city so loudly that it felt like the city would have crumbled to its foundations. The Phoenix King then declared that his mish-mash of differing clans and soldiers would be united under the banner of the Metal Spider and would be renamed the "<em>La Grande Armée</em>", a name not used and forgotten so long ago. For weeks his army stood idle within his own lands. Building their strength and their training. His troops quickly became the best equipped, the best trained, and the most loyal army in history. It was on the day of his 21st birthday that Malekith once again left his birth home and left with his massive army to unite the world under his rule.<br/><br/>It was during this time that the Major Clans finally broke their generations of feuding and warring with each other and finally saw the threat that was looming across the horizon. For the first time in anyone's knowledge the worlds most powerful clans and their banner-men united against this common enemy, and thus began the great Unification War. Lasting for five years, the war took its toll on the worlds strongest clans. While their armies were massive, they could not stand up to the Phoenix King's superior technology and army skill. Battle after battle saw the United Clans get beaten back inch by inch of the massive war machine the King had built against them.<br/><br/>In one particular scene of devastation his army had come across a town that had just been attacked and burned by a rival clans paid mercenaries. It was a scene of horrible devastation, the King was one of the first into the town, wanting to see for himself the destruction the Clan had brought to the innocents. It was in the rubble that the King had found a small child barely old enough to be nine, sitting in the dirt in a tattered dress trying to hold back the tears as a small dog licked her on the hand. The King knew that the girls parents were probably killed during the raid and she would die alone and hungry if nothing was done. It was then that the King approached her from the fog and smoke of the burnt village and offered her a new home with him and a Clan to call her own. A new family that would protect her and care for her always. He also made promise to her that night when she had been properly cleaned and put to bed. He promised her that he would stop the fighting and unite the world under him. She then gave him her real name, Anouska, giving her the pet name of Anouk. He then kissed her on the forehead and left her to sleep for the first time in a real bed. <br/><br/> Towards the end of the fourth year of war, the Clans began to crack under the strain of the constant advance of the King. Envoys sued for peace with the Warrior King, but were always left with two options for their lords once they returned to them. "Unconditional Surrender to the Phoenix King and a pledge of Servitude or utter annihilation". The clans old feuds and hatreds began to seep to the surface and the alliance they built to destroy the young king began to destroy itself from the inside. The clans broke off from the alliance, some deciding to accept the Kings terms, others declaring that they would fight to the end. It took another year of intense fighting for every foot, but eventually on the 26th birthday of the Phoenix King, the final clan was beaten into submission and signed the surrender. Ending the five year conflict and shoving the King to his place as Emperor of all the Clans. The Spider now stood above all. Making good on his deal with himself, one day after the war was over, the newly crowned king dyed the other half of his hair white, completing an ancient Metal Spider Clan nobility tradition of old. His hair was now shoulder length and silky. The King then went to the balcony of his new castle and looked upon the new lands that he taken. His newly dyed hair flowing in the light breeze of the afternoon. The King then set about the task of rebuilding his nation and reforming the clans so that the power would remain with the King and not fall back into the hands of the Clans that once held it. The culture of the new empire also rapidly changed. With no wars to fight, massive amounts of resources began to pour into the Scientific, Sexual, and Architectural arts. The clans now no longer fought over territory or power. They now fought with each other on who had the best trained ponys and slaves. Who had the newest art and most innovative sexual techniques. The common people were released from the heavy tax burdens the clans had once placed on them to pay for their endless wars and the King became almost onto a god to the people. Now the King rests after so much fighting as his Empire that he built from nothing has entered a golden age of peace.<br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong> Dominance, Strong women, Obedience, Slave and Pony Training, BDSM, bondage, Master/Slave relationships, Anal, toys, oral, experimentation, Obidience training<br/><br/><strong>Off's:</strong> Cowards, Traitors, Spies against him, Threats to his power, Weak willed nobles, Pee, Feces, Gore<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad350/thesunmaid/3_zps34f7e174.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kimiko Sayomi Songsteel <br/><strong>Played By:</strong>Thesunmaid<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>female<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>scholar<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>metal spider<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>princess<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong>She is curvy for an Asian woman medium sized breasts and long waist length black hair and dark eyes. She is only half Asian but she looks like a full blood. She sometimes will wear blue streaks in her hair and favors black blue and white in her form fitting clothing. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>She tends to be quite cold and distant to most people. The only one she shows affection for is her brother Malekith.He is one of the only people that can get a smile out of her. She tends to spend a lot of time studying and reading and tends to not think of the slaves as anything but annoyances and distractions from her studies. She will occasionally use them to satisfy carnal needs but prefers not to engage in the orgies and concubines. She will use them and will verge on cruel when she is with them.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>She was born to one of the concubines of the former king. The king impregnated one of the concubines and she was allowed to become a caregiver to the child..her wet nurse for a time for performing the task of carrying what would become the princess of the metal spider clan. When she was born the queen was overjoyed at having a daughter. Her son was even at a very young age he was reckless and tended to leap before he looked...as well as the queen wished to have a little girl she could dress up and show off. Kimiko was much quieter than her brother preferring reading and other less dangerous pursuits. When she turned 17 she asked to go exploring the world.<br/><br/>Wanting to know more about the world.Wanting to meet others of different clans she would set out to travel the world and meet a young man...a noble man by the name of Maltuk Leonhard of the Black Scorpions clan. She and he had a whirlwind romance.He was heir to the throne of his people with a king that was no longer in full control of his faculties and he was very appealing to most girls. And Kimiko being young and rather sheltered from the ways of romance..her mothers idea she fell for his charms and became his lover. Only to find she was betrayed when he was also bedding most of the women of the court and a few of the men. Concubines were one thing...they didn't matter...they had no choice. But...to take a another noble as his lover. After he had professed his undying love for her. Yes in the world many took more than 1 lover...but she did not understand this. Also...she was angry and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So she proceeded to topple the clan from the inside...playing the doting sweetheart as she set them up to fall by framing her lover to kill a more powerful clans leader. Maltuk never knew that his love was the one who framed him until the day he was put to death as she let a satisfied smirk be seen at the last moment and she blew him a kiss and he knew his fate had been sealed by in his eyes a mere woman. But at that moment he did not see a mere woman but a crafty intelligent enemy that she had become.<br/><br/>She had continued to travel and learn but she never again allowed her heart to soften to another except for the one person in her life she still trusted..dear sweet Malekith who would never betray her...who would never turn his back. She would write to him telling him of her travels and things she had learned and finally now she was returning home with a gift she has searched for for months. She needed it to be something exquisite and deserving of a king. And now she was on her way home to see him..to share her knowledge. Finally coming home to her brother. To her home.<br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49329.msg2314444#msg2314444<br/><strong>Off's:</strong>see on's<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nobles</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Jasper Liam Sardasiek<br/>Played by Patchygrizz<br/>Age 24<br/>Male<br/>Occupation:  Minor Noble, House Sardasiek, Political Noble<br/>Clan:  Northern Crossfox<br/>Rank:  Newly named heir of the Northern Crossfox<br/><br/>Vital Statistics :  5 ft. 4 in.  Auburn hair, long when not hidden.   Two face depending on garb, time and place.  Preferred appearance, lean, slightly effeminate, hair in a braid.  Court appearance, wears more masculine clothing, often some armor for display of strength if permitted.  Garb designed to make him look taller and older.  Garb displays moderate wealth, to the skilled eye one might see it as new wealth, not the long held wealth of a long noble line.<br/><br/>Personality:   While in court and in backroom dealings, he portrays an aura of confidence, dominant spirit, and loyal ambition.  Filling the role his family and clan set forth during the earlier conflicts, a dutiful clan from the frontier who heeded the call of their rightful king.  Appearances suggest his arrival at court is to display his clans loyalty, show service and talents special to those from the frontier, and gain honors and titles as per as his duties will render.  For those that personally know him however, or catch him on his off days, his demeanor is much different.  Rumors might abound from personal consorts of his second nature, of which only exist in rumor to date, however indicates a crack in this perfect dutiful vassal armor he wears.<br/><br/>History:   His family is of a political class, from a minor clan in the north.  Despite their small size during the current status quo, during the unification wars their minor clan held a rather major stronghold in a rough and tumble area on the fringe of society.  Their ability to call upon bands of mountain folk and harass armies ten times their size with great efficiency, the unification wars brought them opportunities to gain favor with whomever they chose to side with.  There was bad blood between the Northern Crossfox and their neighbors, and despite siding with the clans early, the father of Jasper, Sedric Liam, was one of the earlier clan leaders to side with the King.  Foresight from a shamanistic ritual, or luck, or both, the Northern Crossfox rallied their bands of ruffians to the Metal Spider cause.  Situated on the flanks of the other clans, their presence alone was enough to hold the rival clans' forces from making the most effective military moves they other wise could have. <br/><br/>Though history might record the banner of the Crossfox rallying to the King in a spectacular way, the mountain bands however never really led that many raids.  A simple show of force and occasional raid was enough to hold their neighbors in a defensive stance and reduce their abilities until the Kings main vanguard arrived to drive into their harassed ranks.  Truth be told, the Crossfox simply said a few words ran a few raids with their confederated bands, and managed to grow triple the honor for it.  Jaspers Father, Sedric was killed in the last raid that attacked a small convoy just before the vanguard arrival.  His death accented the deeds of the Crossfox clan bringing more regard.  Slightly more than minor regard, for actions of only half minor effort spent with an accidental death by a minor noble who was just unlucky. <br/><br/>To popular talk and those who only see or choose to see the surface of a story, the Crossfox are a well rewarded vassal to the king who came to his aid early.  To those who are skeptical and critical of history, one might see the Crossfox clan as up-trumped brigands from the mountainous frontier.<br/><br/>Jasper Liam Sardasiek, appears to be following his families role over the past half generation, following dutifully their kings rulings and serving as loyal bannerman.  Recently confirmed as  the heir of the Northern Crossfox Clan, under his ailing brother and older mother, he is expected to gain the title of his own clan.  Rumors abound however of the families troubles, and potential political intrigue both in and outside of the Northern Crossfox Clan.<br/><br/>On's:  Power exchange, Submissive to Dominant and Dominant to Submissive.  Receiving and giving of the following:  Bondage, forced nudity, inquisition, debt and coercion, political intrigue and power games, anal, oral, beast and pet play, voyeurism, needleplay.  Very open minded.<br/><br/>Off's:  Very few, age-play with minors, and parent-child incest.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd398/hercampusbc/men1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>  Mason Dovardi<br/><strong>Played By: Westal</strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Clan Leader, Inventor, Merchant<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> Gold Fox Clan<br/><strong>Rank:</strong> Noble merchant<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong><br/>Moderate build. Not bulky but toned. Broad shoulders and handsome physique but not imposing.<br/>Mason stands 6'1" and weighs around 200 pounds.<br/>Exercises to maintain an athletic build, but rarely needs to test his body in combat or other rigors.<br/>Short brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a coy grin glued to his face.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Charismatic, friendly, suave, playful, flirtatious, these are words used often of Captain Dovardi (he keeps the title though he rarely sails anymore). However, those facing him on the opposing end of a business deal know him very differently. Sly, cunning, ruthless when it came to all things gold and influence. If you tried to take his client, he'd either ruin you financially or physically, depending on his mood. He had his own small army of 'negotiators', who dealt with business foes who were below his standards to screw over personally.<br/><br/>As an inventor, he is practically peerless. Many of his sex slave apparel and device designs were of his creation, which got him a lucrative contract with <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Malekith Nasbrí Songsteel before he was known as </span>the Pheonix King. He enjoys the finest things in life, especially the highest-bred sex slaves, some of which are bred and raised in his exclusive facilities.<br/><br/>At court though, he is the life of a party. Bringing lavish gifts, often for every noble attendee, he matches his generosity with his hunger for networking and growing his empire. He is usually seen with his personal slave and business attendant, Lydia. Lydia was his first slave, acquired when she was young because of her incredible math skills, but now that she is ripe, serves the dual role as admin/pleasure slave.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> His family were all notable warriors and clan generals. They thought their son would follow in their footsteps...but despite his skill at dueling, Mason just found the whole bloodshed thing to be so fruitless. By the time he was thirteen, he'd sold his first patent, and when he was seventeen, he made his first overland trading expedition. When he turned twenty, he led a handful of ships across the Foxtail channel in under a week beating the sunrise to claim the feat. It was this one mission that he both earned the name of his future clan, and also doubled his family's net worth. Not bad for a coin-kisser. After that, his family was content to let Mason find his own way in life, and he was open for business, and his very merchant clan was born.<br/><br/>His first of many successes came with his series of inventions that were the predecessors of modern slave attire, equipment, aphrodisiac injectors, and many more. His loyalty to the Pheonix King even before his ascension have earned Lord Dovardi a warm and influential place in the Pheonix King's empire. He is currently underway with an ambitious project to mass produce simple technologies that the Kingdom wants to make a profit on with him.<br/><br/>His weakness is his dual obsession making and spending money. He often jokes that he can predict his own death: he will fall over the rampart to his castle while chasing a bouncing coin.<br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong> Oral and foreplay (giving and receiving), threesomes MFF, see o/o for more details<br/><br/><strong>Off's: </strong>Bathroom play, excessive pain etc<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k134/grapekoolade1987/155914_475670992486703_2030705728_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ceridwen Merriam Dulciate<br/><strong>Played By:</strong> Cyanidekandikisses<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female <br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Gift (at the moment)<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> Clan Valerian<br/><strong>Rank:</strong> Noble turned gift to the King<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong><br/>Face- Heart shaped face with a small upturned nose and full pouting lips.<br/>Skin Tone – Milky white, blushes easily with any high emotion (embarrassment, anger, arousal) <br/>Eye Color – Pale silvery blue<br/>Hair – Thick, silken black curls which fall in a wild mess to her mid-back<br/>Body Type – Slender and graceful with generous curves, full hips and a plump perky rear.<br/>Height – 5’3<br/>Cup Size – 34C<br/>Tattoos/Piercings – Tribal coming of age marks on her face, 3 across her forehead and one bisecting her lower lip and chin <br/>Clothing Style- When left to her own devises her clothing tends towards either flowing silks and chiffon  easy to move in without the constrictions of corsets and thick brocades or britches and flowing lawn shirts she has pilfered from her brothers. When attending to things where she must dress the part she puts up with the thicker clothes of brocade and corsets trimming her already thin waist down and mounding her breasts in a most lovely display. When possible Ceri can be found without shoes.<br/>Weapons – Proficient with a bow and arrow as well as a dagger.<br/>Abilities – She has been taught to read and write, and well as having proficiency with a bow and arrow. As the only girl child of a widower Ceri also has the ability to play the gracious host when pushed to; though sometimes it is hard to reign in her desire to speak her mind. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Ceri is very proud, passionate and at sometimes hard headed and stubborn though she also is a very compassionate person, caring deeply for children and the people who owe fealty to her father. She is fiercely loyal to those who she believes deserve it and is a formidable foe when angered. Ceri is flirtatious though innocent. She is quick to smile and even quicker to give a tongue lashing. Ceri always speaks her mind, even when she really should hold her tongue, which is not her strong point.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>Ceridwen Merriam Dulciate was born to a large family. Six children were given to her Father and Mother; all of her siblings boys, most of them much older than Ceri. Her mother died during childbirth a year past Ceri’s birth. Her father took on a very hands off approach to her raising, leaving her with a long line of nannies and nurse maids. She came up quite wild, running the woods with her older brothers learning more traits of a man than woman. <br/><br/>When her first menses came, her father brought in a widow from a neighboring clan to teach her the arts of womanhood. This woman strongly disapproved of the way she had been brought up and tried to keep her from these wild urges. At every turn Ceri would slip away into the woods or down into the village. When she would be found, Ceri would be surrounded by children in the village square or hiding in the woods with a book. <br/><br/>When the Phoenix King took over the clans, Ceri’s father would not yield. Pitting his warriors against the kings, only just being able to stand their own. It was time that would beat the small but fierce clan of warriors. Her father and his advisers have come up with a way to curry favor with the new young king. He looked to his youngest child, just now reaching the age of majority, who had turned out to be a very beautiful young woman. They would gift Ceridwen to him and pledge their fealty in hopes to keep a measure of solidarity and self-rule. <br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong> I can get into almost anything see my Ons/Offs for more info<br/><br/><strong>Off's:</strong> No bathroom things, i.e. scat, water sports, vomiting. See O/O's for more.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k134/grapekoolade1987/tumblr_m6uy2x9dvr1qa0wj4o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Trenton Mikah Dragonsbaine<br/><strong>Played By:</strong> Cyanidekandikisses<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Warrior/Politician<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> Clan Valerian<br/><strong>Rank:</strong> Noble<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong><br/>Face- Oval shaped face with full lips and an aristocratic look of disdain usually present. <br/>Skin Tone – Olive skin which picks up a tan very easily  <br/>Eye Color – Pale bluish silver<br/>Hair – Black, usually wore long and tied back with a leather strip<br/>Body Type – Slender but well-muscled from hours spent at war play<br/>Height – 6’3<br/>Tattoos/Piercings – Dragon over his shoulder and left pectoral muscle <br/>Clothing Style- He can either be found wearing animal skins and a kilt, or a nobleman’s britches and freshly laundered lawn shirt of some sort<br/>Weapons – Trent is proficient at most weapons, showing a tendency towards the larger war axe or broad sword<br/>Abilities – He shows grand skills in matters of state as well as war. Trent can blend in pretty much anywhere he is.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Highly proud and cocky, Trent also has a silver tongue. He can talk himself into or out of pretty much any situation. Highly charismatic and passionate, Trent has been raised to be a true politician. Very rarely does anything come from his mouth that has not been thoroughly thought out first. <br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>Trenton was born out of wedlock to the younger sister of the Lord of the Clan Valerian. When he became a young man he was fostered out to the Clan Valerian’s Lord, acting as just another of his many sons. <br/><br/>Closest in age to the wild daughter of Lord Laurence, Trent was also a wild child. Favoring the wilds of the woods to the intrigues of court life. Though he was indeed taught how to successfully traverse in that world. <br/><br/>He accompanied his Uncle to the King’s ‘little get together’, intent to stay at court and perhaps foster a friendship that would help his Uncle out, and if possible, keep an eye on his wild cousin who was to be their clan’s main gift to the king.<br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong> See O/o<br/><br/><strong>Off's:</strong> See O/o<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.rankopedia.com/CandidatePix/33434.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Numair la'Sharif<br/><strong>Played By:</strong> Revenent<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 29<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Private security contractor, mostly working either for the Metal Spider Clan (sometimes for the king himself) or those near to them<br/><strong>Clan:</strong> Black Tide<br/><strong>Rank:</strong> Noble bodyguard, war hero<br/><br/><strong>Vital Statistics:</strong> Naturally, with his history and current occupation, Numair keeps himself as physically fit as possible, using the time between jobs to train his body and his mind to always be ready an alert. He has no right arm starting at about halfway up from his elbow, though he is fortunately fitted with the finest prosthetic technology the Phoenix King has to offer due to his service record. What it lacks in tactile feedback, the prosthetic makes up for in precision and above-human strength and durability, so he considers it something of a blessing as far as his career is concerned. He rarely wears the prosthetic in public, though. Even on a job, he'll just carry it with him until he needs it.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Numair is an honest man in the most stubborn ways possible. He is a very cynical man about the current state of affairs between all of the clans, and he has no problem sharing his beliefs with anyone who wants to discuss politics, military affairs, and sometimes even the latest noble gossip. However, he is still a man that can himself be trusted (especially since he wears his beliefs on his sleeve), and to those he actually trusts, he is very loyal and reliable. He believes the Phoenix King has the best in mind for everyone, and he is grateful for what he did for him in the past, so even when not personally guarding the king, he always keeps a watchful eye out for traitors and usurpers...<br/><strong>History:</strong> The Black Tide clan is one of the oldest of the war clans, and there are few that are superior when it comes to naval warfare. The clan had spent centuries spreading their dominion across the world's lands and islands, some generations ruling over vast territories like a mighty empire, while others lost lands to other clans and could only struggle to maintain their traditions until the time for conquering came again. It was a time of relative prosperity for the clan when the Unification Wars began, and while many other warrior clans fought to maintain their dominion and their honor against the growing power of the Metal Spider, the Black Tide was one of the few to instead join with Malekith at the start of his campaign. <br/><br/>The Tide saw strength in Malekith's plan for unification, and they figured that, if they joined early on, they would get a large share of the power that would come from ruling over all clans. Naturally, the Phoenix King would benefit from having such a strong, seaworthy force on his side, so he welcomed the sailing conquerors with open arms. Before, he had been but a crewman, but it was in the very first year of the Unification War that Numair la'Sharif found his way to the position of Captain, on a fine battleship called the Kesari. <br/><br/>The Black Tide's greatest battle of the war came when an opposing clan attempted to siege one of the King's most important ports. The Tide was the only defense available at the time, and things grew hopeless as ship after ship fell and a majority of the clan's warriors perished in the violence. Many began to talk of abandoning their alliance and the port and fleeing for safety, but the young Captain Numair was one of the strongest voices calling for the men to hold out longer for reinforcements. Days were spent fighting against hopeless odds, and Numair had his arm cut from him by the leader of an enemy boarding party, but still he and his clan held out until the Metal Spider army finally arrived and helped drive the invaders away. Both the dead and the living of the Black Tide became heroes that day, but unfortunately, the former now far outnumbered the latter. It was only the King's respect, gratitude, and kindness that kept their clan living on into Unification.<br/><br/>Numair has not stepped onto a ship since the end of the war. While most of the Black Tide members have either become members of the royal guard or armed forces, or have taken up political positions with the backing power of their heroic pasts, Numair (one of the most notable individuals from that siege) has instead chosen to become a freelance bodyguard, using the prosthetic the King gave to him as a means to improve his work. Though he is not <em>technically</em> a noble, Numair can be found at many of their functions, often because he is guarding someone there, or sometimes just when he is given an invitation by a friend. He can often be seen sharing his doubts with anyone with a level head, pondering how long peace will hold out between clans that had been so eager to murder each other just three years before. He even refuses to wear his prosthetic most of the time in public, hoping to remind people how it had been during the wars. He is not merely a paranoid doomsayer, but a realist who especially wants to keep the King and his trusted friends on their toes.<br/><br/>Total peace could not have been so easily won.<br/><br/><strong>On's:</strong> Anything not listed below is pretty much up for discussion.<br/><br/><strong>Off's:</strong> Scat, toilet play, excessive blood/violence, etc. <br/><br/></div></div>