Ezra Derringer

Credits to me. 161425.

Thoughts on the Kingdom of Aibruvia

It is his job to protect it no matter what his thoughts may be, so he does not share them.

Appearance

The first thing one will notice about Ezra is his height and rather interesting build. Standing at six foot four, the young man is a daunting creature, and his more lithe figure is sinewy with visible muscling. His triangular torso sports a strong back and shoulders, suggesting an archer, and his hands are obviously used to working. A pale gash runs along the length of his forearm, the skin there stretching tight as though it were terribly souchered shut at one point, and he has several other nicks across his body.

His eyes are a golden brown and are rimmed by dark eyelashes. They never waiver, and his gaze is one similar to that of a bird of prey: steady, harsh, and cold. They are set in a proportionate, handsome face blessed by the goddesses. Ezra is a man of angular, defined features. A straight nose, only bent slightly due to an old break, leads into a mild frown of a mouth. His eyebrows, a deep brown, are of a moderate thickness and have very little arch to them, helping accentuate his more serious expression. Ezra is clean shaven, though he can’t really grow a beard even if he wanted to. His hair is thick but very fine. It’s cut short on the sides and a little longer on the top, and it naturally parts to the left. Its coloration is a sun-bleached fawny brown with darker streaks and roots.

Ezra’s skin is a bronze olive tone. Before becoming a drafted soldier, he sported a farmer’s tan, and a pretty bad one at that. Now, though, it’s disappeared. His hands are slightly darker, since they are not usually covered, but that is all that really remains. He has a few freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks, though they are faint and hard to see unless looking closely.

Ezra walks in a way that leaves others with a sense of foreboding, as though he is judge, jury, and executioner. Long, powerful strides take him where he needs to go when he needs to get there, and he holds himself to his full height. There is nothing uncertain about his posture, his tone, or his plain words. His low voice is not loud but not quiet either, able to be heard without screaming for attention.

Ezra's movement and mannerisms give away just how dangerous and unpredictable he can be. As he talks, his tone is thoughtful and compelling. Lulling, even. It's easy to get swept away in his low, soothing voice. He has a habit of studying his hands, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, or massaging his palms when on edge or angry. He walks with confident strides, though there is still a sort of ghostly movement to them. Ezra's steps are not heavy -- he's quite light on his feet, though this is mostly just him being constantly alert. Always watching, always ready for anything.

Personality

Ezra is an angry individual, though it’s a calm anger. The cold kind. He radiates an aura similar to that of a wounded feral animal -- one who is cornered and frantic. And, in a way, that’s exactly what he is. He is a slow burner -- the coldest kind of the fiery personalities. He does not simply erupt, nor does he build up to an eruption. Ezra's boiling point skips over the theatrics and goes straight to the part where someone gets burned -- but there was never any warning. Ezra will be calm and collected throughout the whole ordeal, seemingly unbothered by any fear or havoc he may have wrought.

He is a bitter young man. There was a time when he was content with his life, but those days burned with the rest of the kingdom. Ezra has become a battle hardened, callous, harsh person. The only person he really cares for anymore is his sister, Wren. Wren is the reason he still breathes, and he fears what would become of her if he were ever to "slip up." He’s smart, resourceful, and not afraid of death. His only fear is that those he loves will pay for his actions.

He uses his more intimidating stature and surly appearance to ward off any idle chatters -- you know the kind. The ones who pop up in the middle of a particularly difficult project to talk for hours in a one-sided conversation over dragons or the weather or some other irritating subject that Ezra has no interest in. This young man rarely expresses interest in anything or anyone outside of animals and his work, really. Then again, those two latter things are all he really knows. They are his life. He has no time for legends and weather predictions, nor does he have an ear for the latest gossip on what the baker's daughter is up to. He. Does. Not. Care.

Ezra is quite happy to be on his lonesome. Nobody gets hurt that way, and he is relatively free to do as he pleases. There is no chatter, no bustling crowds, no merchants screaming about their cheap trinkets. It's usually just him, Wren, and his ward. In this state, he loses some of his scary exterior and becomes quite eager. He can be almost friendly in this state, if caught at the right moment. He isn't against company if they're silent.

He is not a bad guy, no matter how hard he tries to portray himself as such. He is just... very... particular, if you will, with his surroundings. He doesn't want drama or attention, and the way to avoid both of those is to avoid people entirely. Thus, that is exactly what he does.

Likes

He is lacking in the hobby department. Besides, he doesn’t really have free time. If he does, it’s spent ghosting through the castle in search of his sister or stealing a horse and going for a midnight ride before returning the animal. He does, on occasion, go around the stables and take care of all the horses for one of the grooms in return for a couple coins, or he’ll wander the town at night.

He likes horses, dogs, cats, fluffy animals in general, and Wren. Hunting is fun, beating people up is always nice, and food is good. That’s literally it.

Dislikes

He avoids parties, drunks, brazen people, people in general, and unnecessary conflict. Everyone gets on his nerves to some degree, though he doesn't necessarily dislike each individual. He doesn't know what to do with flirting and will not reciprocate.

Strengths

-Ezra excels at archery and hand-to-hand combat. He’s quick, nimble, and alert. His motions are calculated and sure, and, as long as he isn’t blinded by emotion, his technique is near flawless.

-He’s a gifted horseman, and he is as close to speaking to horses as it gets.

-He has a strategic mind, which comes in handy during battle. It’s what has saved his life time and time again.

Weaknesses

-He has a temper and a mouth. This combination often gets him into trouble with literally everyone he comes into contact with.

-He lacks emotion unless he’s with an animal, in which case his actions will become gentler. This makes it hard for him to connect to anyone, and it is difficult to express himself.

-A part of him wishes he could feel more, and he often feels a twinge of jealousy when he sees couples doing coupley things or children running around. Basically, he wants to feel loved. Appreciated, at least.

Backstory

Ezra was born to a horse breeder and a foreign woman. Him and Wren were the youngest of five, the older three all being male. He grew up training war horses and hunting dogs, and he learned how to use a variety of weapons. His mother, who excelled at archery, taught him and his siblings the ways of the bow and how to move unseen while his father focused on swords and hand-to-hand combat.

Ezra himself began training to be a guard relatively early on, so he spent his days at the castle and his free time helping his parents. Having completed training two years ago, he is now a full-fledged guard of the kingdom.

Crush: None

Spouse: None

Children: None

Kin

Wren is his younger sister and only surviving kinsman.

Affiliations

Open

Other

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Wren Derringer

Thoughts on the Kingdom of Aibruvia

She's fine with it. She was born and raised there, though she wishes she was able to see more.

Appearance

Wren is relatively tall for a girl, standing at 5 foot 11 inches, but her slender, faintly curvy body often makes her appear an inch or two taller than she really is. She has a long neck and appears rather brittle, though she has a strong, wiry body underneath the feminine facade. Her skin is sunkissed tan and she has light freckling across her nose and cheekbones. She has long, slightly curly auburn hair that extends to her hips and is usually braided back in some intricate knot, which she does herself. It parts naturally on the left.

Wren's features are delicate but defined : she has large amber eyes framed by thick, dark eyelashes; her jaw and cheekbones are smooth but prominent, and her nose is straight and well-proportioned. Her lips aren't exactly full and the edges slightly bend upwards, but these, too, are well placed on her face. Her eyebrows aren't thin, but they aren't bushy, either. They are straight enough to set a ruler on top of and curve sharply down once they reach the back ends of her brow bone.

She is beautiful, but her more tomboyish mannerisms are off putting to most who would have ever thought to court a tall maid in the first place -- she walks strong and proud, and her posture can be intimidating. Wren has a case of RBF, but when she does smile, it's a dazzling one. Her voice is a low alto, and she actually sings quite well. Not that she ever sings in front of anyone.

She has slightly pointed ears and wears three tiny silver studs along one helix and a loop through both earlobes. All of her clothes, when she isn't dressed up for a meeting or important event, are more common and always riding attire. Outside of the maid’s life she leads, Wren wears breeches, boots, and loose shirts. Scandalous.

Personality

Wren always has a solemn expression on her face. It takes a lot to make her laugh, or even smile, and very few have ever succeeded without the help of an animal. She loves woodland creatures, especially rabbits, birds of prey (ironic), ungulates, and horses.

She holds herself tall with a dignified demeanor and zero expression. Wren was raised to be the perfect, silent leader, loyal to the crown, and to be held firm to the traditional way of things. In the presence of a noble or some other stuck up individual, she is a calculating, intelligent, judicial being who acts beyond her age. On her own time, she's more adventurous and strong-willed, though still smart about it.

Wren holds to tradition, as she sees it to be her duty, and expects all others to do so as well. Loyalty to her brother, though, will always come before loyalty to her Crown. Those she considers family will forever take precedence over everyone else, including herself.

wily - stubborn - curious - not affectionate - TOMBOY - can be impatient - smart - devious

Likes

Her likes include animals, perfection, archery, MATURE males, swimming, solitude, and drawing. Moderate temperatures are the best weather, in her opinion, and young children have a soft spot in her heart.

Dislikes

IMMATURE males, or immaturity in general, pisses her off. Teenagers are disgusting and an abomination. Blatant disorderly conduct, insults, and any and all public displays of affection are abhorrent. Flirting and poetry disgust her. Overcrowding, imperfection, and incompletion stress her out.

Strengths

-She, like Ezra, is a prodigy in archery and with animals.

-Drawing, accuracy, and the ability to listen are also some of her strong suits.

-Endurance and stamina, both mentally and physically, are also some more prominent characteristics.

-She isn’t gullible or easily influenced, but she is altruistic.

Weaknesses

-Stubborn and extremely formal with everyone are what most people will say about her. She doesn’t make friends easily, nor does she have a sense of humor.

-While her brother is good with hand to hand combat, she is not. She also sucks at embroidery, but she sews like a boss.

-Wren hates heights.

-She isn’t very trusting at all.

Backstory

Wren is the youngest child, and only daughter, in her family. Her family succumbed to a sickness not long after her brother, Ezra, began training to be a royal guard. She was left to tend for the land alone with her brother's occasional help. Eventually, this became too taxing, and she relinquished the land before going to work at the castle herself as a maid. She misses her old life, but there isn't much she can do about it now.

Crush: None

Spouse: None

Children: None

Kin

Just Ezra, her brother.

Affiliations

Open

Other

BIIIIG WIP as well

⸻✧〖 Valorian Cols 〗✧⸻

" Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove you can still stand. "

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Name:

Valorian Cols

Val
Valora

Age:

21 Years
3 Months
2 Days

Gender:

Female || Feminine

Sexuality:

Bisexual

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Rank:

Royal Hand Maiden

Desired Rank:

Satisfied, for the time being.

Kingdom:

Aibruvia

Thoughts On The Kingdom Of Aibruvia:

....

truly, it seems everything is going to absoulte shit.

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Appearance:

Taeko @ Picrew

Standing about 5'6, and weighing 135lbs or so. She's not one to be very open to telling people her weight.. it's kinda rude to ask someone, "Oh, so how much do you weigh"? So uh.. future reference, refrain from asking Val, specifically, that.

Valora has the body of a goddess, strong shoulders, waist, chest, thighs. One would think, "well thats just fat", however they'd be entirely wrong. As the years have gone by, Val has practiced and trained for hours on end, sparring with her fellow friends or family, running miles and miles. Even now, she continues to train, without a moment's hesitate. Those are all muscles, muscles waiting to kick someones ass. They don't express the veins, and literal muscle that a body builder would have, the skin above that people see is smooth, soft and absolutely beautiful, fooling people who say its nothing but "fat". She has a lean body, you can see where her stomach somewhat sinks in the sides between her chest and hips, not has prominent as someone with an Hourglass like body, but somewhat similiar.

Val has pale skin, not as white as a ghost pale, but still pretty pale. If she wanted, all she would need to do is dress in fully black clothing for halloween and maybe some eye contacts, and she'd be horrifying. However, she doesn't always mind being pale, only when she is in the god forsaken sunlight and she gets sun burned... that's an unfortunate situation. She has been blessed with no acne, no moles or warts, or any kind of gross growth on her body, and for that she is grateful. Honestly, she doesn't even know if she has any visible freckles! She wonders what she'd look like with them sometimes.. however, she has a series of scars from her neck and shoulders to her chest. First, you'll see a long, jagged scar wrapping around her throat, and after a few small "claw-like" scars traveling along her collarbone onto her shoulder, you may see the thick, jagged twin scars on her shoulder, both about 5, maybe 6 inches long down her arm. Then another few series of small, 2-4 inch claw-like scars down to her chest, if she is wearing the appropriate clothing to expose this scar, you may just see an uneven, jagged, rough scar in the shape of an "X" on the left side of her chest.

With a head of hair like Val's, one would never need to touch it and it would look absolutely stunning. With light brunette hair, Valora has a thick head of hair, one that reaches halfway down her spine. It isn't exactly "curly" but it is quite wavy, and some do mistake her wavey locks for curls. As well as an attractive head of hair, Val has gorgeous ice blue eyes.

Personality:

Reserved || Honest || Blunt || Silver Tongue || Quick Thinker || Tongue Twister || Enjoys screwing with People || Loyal || Trustworthy || Respect must be earned in order for it to be given || Keen || Hard Worker || Secretive || Seductive || Manipulative || Callous || Won't Hesitate to say No || Bite is worse than her Bark || Violent || Gruesome || Plays Innocent

Val lives in reality. Not dreams, not fair tales, or books, or promises. No, she lives in reality. She lives in the now. No need to pout about yesterday's fuss, its been said and done, there's nothing you can do now. Tomorrow will come when it comes, no bother in stressing about the possibilities of tomorrow, just leave it be. She focuses on today, theres no point in complaining or stressing about the tomorrow or yesterday, nothing can be done to change it. So why? If she were to be found bickering with someone the day before, the present day she wouldn't even look at them with the same look, she'd completely { purposely or by accident, who knows } forget about the previous events, and go on about her day as she should. But, big but, if they were to come up to her and start shit about the previous day, she'd tell em' to simply fuck off they can't do anything now and walk away. With the occasional hair whip. She's quite serious and honest, and won't hesitate to tell someone to simply fuck off, it's quite common to see this young woman flipping people off if they start bringing up past grudges or crap. Plus.. holding grudges is so annoying and painful. Seriously- how could you hold a grudge over the simplest things? She'd slightly understand if she were to kill someone's loved one and someone confronted her about it, but it's still quite annoying. Just go on about your day, and quit fussing about the past that you can't change, and the future that has yet been told.

When you first approach this woman, she seems quite quiet, reserved, and seems to want nothing to do with you. She'll avoid eye contact, keep herself focused on everything but you, and will attempt to keep as much distance from you as possible. However, in reality, she probably doesn't even notice you. Yes, she is quite a reserved and private person, but she won't be super rude about it. She may glance your way, wave a hand, and go back to her things, or she may not even acknowledge your presence and walk around you as if your a stack of nothingness. Sometimes she does it on purpose, sometimes she doesn't.

If you chose to fight with this woman, its like choosing whether to Live or to Die. If you continue to be the better person, and simply give up, you have chosen to Live. If you were to continue to act like a child and make worse issues worse, you have chosen Death. Val is not one to really mess with, unless you can actually compete with her level. She's a nice person to be around normally. However, if you annoy her to a certain point, you are guaranteed to be slapped across the face and be told to simply "get the fuck out of my sight," or something to that effect. She hates rude, or annoying, or lazy people, she loathes them. Especially when they try to start something with her on a negative note, she's a vicious, violent beast when it comes to such measures. Both her actions and words are to be heeded, if you don't catch on fast enough, you may find yourself in the hospital with a few broken bones and a ruptured eye.

May add more.

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Theme Songs:

Wrong Side of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch
Redemption - Three Days Grace

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Strengths:

Stamina
Speed
Intelligence
Combat Skills

Weaknesses:

Brute Strength
Intimidation
Arachnophobia
Social Skills { ? }

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Likes:

- Quiet
- Cold Places { more like, cold surfaces? like cold, but soft blankets. wierd, I know }
- Seafood
- Music
- Alone Time
- Winning
- Beating people to a Pulp

Dislikes:

- Spiders { Arachnophobia }
- Fire
- Long Conversations
- Lazy, Annoying, or downright Stupid People
- Jokes { not much of jokester }
- Cherry Pie { EW }

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Backstory:

WIP

Crush:

N/A

Significat Other:

N/A

Children:

N/A

Infertile

Kin:

PM Me

Affiliations:

PM Me

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Due to an accident Val had in her late Teens, she no longer can reproduce. Meaning, no children, she's infertile for the rest of her life.

thunda what now? thundabirb?

Spellbound said:

The Last Royal Guard is reserved . I forgot to add that to the list :,)