l:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />October 17th, 1543

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I went to my first Masquerade Ball today, Mother and Father wanted me to see our kingdom firsthand. Never before have I ever seen such splendor, such colours. The folk had masks of all colours, shapes, sizes and designs. Some danced as regal cheetahs, others as graceful angels. Each and every mask is a work of art itself. Someday when I am queen, I do wish that there will be a Masquerade Ball every single night. I got to wear my ball gown, the one that Mother got me for my tenth birthday. Four years ago, it had been too big, hanging off my shoulders like a curtain. Now, on my fourteenth year, it fits like a glove. The dress is so beautiful, a lovely green with creamy pearls and delicate embroidery. I danced and danced that night until my dance shoes wore thin. The silk was tattered, the threads coming undone. My feet hurt terribly and yet, it was the best day of my life.

 

October 18th, 1544 

 

It has been exactly a year and a day since my first Masquerade Ball. Since that beautiful night, Mother has invited me to numerous other ones; so many that I have lost count. Each and every one is magic: pure, untainted magic. I cannot imagine anything else I would want to do for the rest of my life then dance in Masquerade Balls. Of course, Mother and Father have insisted that I attend other balls, not just Masquerades. I have been to wedding balls, birthday balls, even met a charming prince at one. His name, I cannot remember but I will never forget his eyes. Such a clear blue, I have never seen the likes of them. I do believe I am in love.

 

January 2^nd, 1548

 

My father is sick, terribly sick. The doctor says that it is an unknown virus, one that cannot be cured. Mother is beside herself; always in his bedchamber, weeping and praying. You can hear her crying from any room: the sound echoes and magnifies in the now-empty hallways. Many of our servants have left us; they are afraid of falling ill. Our faithful butler died last year and we have yet to replace him. The balls have eased as well, Mother says we do not have enough money to host them. Rubbish, we are the family Royale! How can we not have enough? Those thoughts shoot through my head at least once everyday. Already, I am planning from when my reign will come.

 

May 30^th, 1550

 

I am 20 years of age today. My birthday has come and no gifts lie at my bedside when I wake. Father passed away last year and mother has forbade any contact from the outside world. Mother herself has fallen ill. Doctor says soon she will die, and that my time to rule will come faster than I intended. I cannot say I am frightened. This pathetic excuse of a castle is in ruins and no servants fill the halls. I remember the grand days when there was a ball every night. How I long for those days. When I am High Queen, I will have balls, whether the spirits of my Mother and Father like it or not.

 

 

The young queen, now 22 was crowned a month after she wrote the last of her journal entries. Her duties now include repairing the castle and making what was once grand, splendorous. Folk say she tries too hard, that she will die of exhaustion but the Queen does not care. All she sees in her mind is the grand Masquerades her Mother and Father held. The Queen will do anything to have those days back. Anything. She has gone as far as ordering ever citizen, no matter how old or young to wear masks and dresses. In her state of mind, the Queen does not and cannot see the damage she is causing. The village is in an uproar, but no one dares to dethrone her.

Over time, the young Queen lost her childhood beauty. Her face, now lined with worry and despair mocks her. She cannot stand the sight of a young face, male or female. With her youth, the Queen lost all sight of sanity, her laws and rules becoming more and more absurd each and every day. The Queen has ordered that all folk, no matter how young or how old must wear a mask every moment they are awake and in public. The only exception in this rule is when said person is at home. Any violation of this results in an automatic death sentence.

A group of young rebels fight for their freedom. While they suffer from this law, the new servants and guards at the castle reap in rewards and riches. The Queen herself is surrounded in riches and glory, holding balls each and every night. These balls have no longer become a joyous occasion of smiles and compliments. Life has turned into an act, friends deceiving friends and loyalties questioned. It has become a way of life.

So, the Queen’s childhood dream had come true, but at what cost? Where do you stand in this freak Masquerade?

 

Rules:

~No chatspeak

~Be respectful

~Romance allowed

~Set in a time period without much technology; around the medieval period

~Weapons may include swords/daggers, not guns.

~Semi-Literate

~Please don’t whine or complain about other rpers; everyone is different, this isn’t a perfect world

~Dramatic pasts are ok

 

Bio Skeletons:

Name:

Gender:

Looks:

Personality:

Rank in RP (Rebel, servant etc.):

History:

Other:

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This sounds like an awesome Role play don't give up on It  can I join?

I'll post my Bio and you can just tell me yes or no later

((Rescreatu~ Sure :D I never refuse anyone who wants to rp))

Cool thanx you see my Bio soonXD.

OOc:// Lol, alright ^-^ I'll post soon too

 sorry I'm having difficulty posting my Bio my computer is glitching so it might take a while (sigh.)

((It's fine ^-^ It happens to me as well. ))

 

Name: Quintinius Quarter

 

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Looks: (copied from one of my other rps, the Arctic Expedition one but edited a little to suit this rp)

Quint has black hair held back with gel and dark eyes. From far off, he looks for all the world like a raven. Like a raven's beak, Quint's nose is long and crooked, his figure always stiff and imposing. The former professor wears black clothes, most of them in an out-of-date style. His traveling wear includes a heavy black coat that falls to just past his knees, a black undershirt tucked into black pants. Quint wears knee high boots or black dress shoes. He has a muscular built and radiates an aura of disapproval. You can't really tell how old he is; Quint has worry lines on his face but timeless eyes. To some, he's handsome but to others, he is a loner. Quint, while not movie-star-handsome has dark eyes with a tiny spark in them. His should-length raven locks look greasy and fall around his face, often obscuring his eyes. Quint's mouth seems to be stuck in a frown and his figure seems uncapable of relaxing.

Personality: Quint is an extremely strict kind of person. He almost never smiles and he always looks at you with as much scorn as he can muster. Because of his childhood, Quint formed a wall around himself, never opening up to anyone. Strange enough, he has room in his heart for someone else. Kate. To her, Quint is her Prince Charming, someone who's loyal, skeptical, stubborn and brave. Quint will go to the ends of the Earth for her, though he will not always show it. Quint isn't the type to look for adventure;adventure finds him. All in all, Quint is determined, loyal, brave, stubborn, sarcastic and skeptical.

 

Rank in RP: Rebel

 

History: Quint was a professor before the Queen ordered her law to be set in place. Now, he runs around causing as much confusion as possible all the while with a mask on. Even before the law was set into place, Quint ran errands for the leader of the Rebels, pretending to support the Queen but actually working against her. He was offered a place at her side in the Royal Court which he turned down politely.

 

Other: Quint was almost killed in a raid last year, barely surviving. He loves Kate.

 

 

 

Name: Kate Wilson

 

Gender: Female

 

Looks: Kate has straight black hair down to her shoulderblades. In normal lighting, her eyes appear black but they're actually dark brown. Like her lover, Kate prefers wearing black. Her usual wear is a black overcoat that falls down to her knees, black boots, blacks pants and a black shirt. Kate has a sword that was handed down to her from her mother strapped to her side at all times. Hidden in her right boot is a plain dagger. Kate has a dancer's figure: lean and not too tall. While she isn't athletic, Kate has a lot of endurance and won't stop doing something until the job is done.

 

Personality: Kate is stubborn, sarcastic, loyal and nimble. Her reflexes aren't the greatest but she's pretty good with a sword. While her first instinct may be to jump in and fight, she often restrains herself. Together with Quint, they are known for their mutual understanding. The two fight in pairs, each looking after the other's back. Kate will never turn her back on someone in need, one of her weakest points. When she met Quint, she knew that he would be the one but she never actually expresses her attraction to him. She lets him think they're just friends.

 

Rank in RP: Rebel

 

History: Kate was once known as the Black Hand, a deadly asassin for the Queen. When the Queen went mad, Kate quietly left her service and joined the rebels.

 

Other: Kate plans to marry Quint someday when this mess is over.

 

Name: Fang

Gender: Male

Looks: He has short Jet black hair but his fringe is long and sweeps over one of his eyes,His eyes are a forest green shade that have wisps of different shades and textures of green and gold,he has deathly pale skin and he is very tall.

Personality: Fang is very quiet he dosn't talk much and is some what of a loner and is a very deep thinker. He is very protective over the ones he loves.The withered Rose or Rose is deeply in love with him he still has desprate feelings for her but is unable to show them because of his comiment to the Rebels.

Rank in RP (Rebel, servant etc.):Rebel

History: Fang lives on the streets no one knows why but most people suspect that it has some thing to do with a romantic past.

Other: His mask is black with faded gold lining.
he is 18

Name:Rose

Gender: Female

Looks: Rose is a pleasant sight to behold with her deathly white pale skin, deep blood red full lips ,and hazel eyes that are very intimatadating with long spiral curly black hair that is reaches the middle of her back. She is an avergae height and slender and posed she is the most steathly person in the kindom flexible and silent you won't see her till she wants you to.

Personality:Fearless she will throw herself into the unkown only to prove herself, because her unkown past she seems to seek revenge on anythng and any one to track this one person down. The only person she cares about in this world is herself and Fang who she calls "her" Fang most people believe that he is part of her past.

Rank in RP (Rebel, servant etc.): She is a servant the Queen's new asassin referred to as withered Rose.

History:Rose Loves Fang and is the onley person she will refuse to kill

Other: Rose joined soon after the old asassin left?

I'm ready to start you can post first.

((I think we should wait for more people but if no one joins but Monday, we can start ^-^))

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Name: Aria


Gender: Female


Looks: Dark Brown, almost black, hair. Pale skin and Light Brown eyes.


Personality: Most who knows her, which isn't many, would describe her as evil and souless. She isn't really though she is quiet, strongs, and very protective her baby boy, Nolef

Rank in RP: Rebel



History: She conceived Nolef only 2 months before the man she loved died. At the time they were bothe rebels, then he was killed by... she doesn't really know. But she had sworn to find whoever killed him. It has onylbeen a year, but she is starting to forget about him. Now all she really cares about is protecting her baby boy Nolef.




Other: She has a scar along her right cheekbone and her mask is bloodred with black feathers on the outside, which obscure the scar.

(sorry, repeat)