Name-
Tiberius

Gender-
Male

Family-
Hugh

Looks-
 

Personality-
Tiberius is a very suave, charming sort of man. He has a quiet nature about him, and will tend to stay to his own business, unless someone he is *censored*ociated with closely is involved. And even then, unless it is something incredibly dire, he will not insert himself too deeply. He is a practical man, who has a strong sense of right and wrong, but knows when sacrifices must be made and less than noble deeds must be undergone. That said, he will not leap into anything headfirst; he is the sort to stand back, look at the big picture, and see both sides of a debate.
A cl*censored*ic aristocrat and with deep beliefs in the ways of being chival, even women of feuding families deserve some measures of respect. A lady in need is one that can count on him to aid her, even if he does not particularly like her. A woman is a delicate creature to be treated with respect, and pampered, to an extent; he will not have spoiled rotten little girls who throw fits when they become of appropriate age.  
By everyone in both families (well, most, anyway), Tiberius is a man to be respected. He is wise, and calculating, very sharp and can often tell when someone is lying; he himself is a dutifully truthful person. Not only that, but he is an incredibly skilled fighter, and not just at swords (although he is the absolute undefeated champion in fencing in all of the surrouding countries), but in politics and other such matters. He is man who knows how to argue, and do it in such a way as to never raise his voice or be outright rude, although he has very hidden and clever ways of getting around that.
Women tend to faun over him, not only because of his marvelous physical features, but his wealth, fame, and 'strong, silent type.'
Tiberuis is not quick to anger, but when it does happen, it is a sight most terrifying. He will seeth, then ripple up into a great explosion of emotion and fearsomeness, and the very earth trembles with horror, but dare not breathe.

Do you want to end this, or want to continue the revenge? - The blood of a family runs deeper than water; a great injustice has taken place. He personally believes that this feude is stupid, but he stands by his family; undecided.

Other- N / A

{ Ready to Roleplay when you are xD }

((Mmk, I shall start. o:))

Shalissa looked around her, taking in her surroundings. She was in an unfamiliar part of the forest, closer to the Samuelson's property. The Samuelson's. How she hated them with a deep pas.sion! She tightened the grip on her sword, still shethed, as she cautiously made her way through the woods.

Birds called, leaves rustled. Her dress sleeve caught on a branch, and she cursed herself for being in one, while on a hunting expedition. She had no bows or arrows, so she had to kill something with her sword, something that came naturally to her, for she had killed many opponents in battle against the Samuelson's. She spotted a deer and moved in for the kill.

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Henry was cleaning his knife, sitting on the porch, humming. The war between his family and Hugh's was getting tiresome, but what could he do? Nothing. He brushed his black hair from his face, and sighed. He knew he had to go hunting eventually, for his sisters were out somewhere else. But Henry, being the peacelover he is, hated to kill things. But his family insisted he hunt, to get used to killing, for when the time comes, the Hugh's must perish.

Analeisia was sitting on a white wooden bench-swing in a small garden beneath the protection of the estate's generous courtyard. Butterflies performed elegant waltzes and foxtrots all around her, taking brief breaks on the cheerfully colored flowers that framed her body. It was a quiet day, one filled with the sweet scent of blossoms caressed by the breezes. There was nothing to do, really, other than indulge in life's luxuries. There was a collection of flowers in her lap, and more in her hair, many of them at an awkward tilt and threatning to fall loose. Her ankles were crossed beneath the skirt of her yellow-white cream dress, one lazily dragging in the dirt and pushing her along. Many of her family members were out doing business of some sort, the likes of which she didn't care much for. But word had come earlier that day that her dear cousin Tiberius would be returning to the family estate. Tiberius was a fascinating man who always had some sort of treat for her from distant lands, wrapped up in bright paper and a shiny bow, with her name carefully ened. She adored her cousin, and could hardly wait for him to show up. But until then, she would have to be content with her bench-swing.
Her long, thick brown hair tumbled down her shoulders, and she breathed a soft little sigh, parting her lips. She wanted something to do, and was desperately hoping something, ANYTHING, would come up. It was not likely, as very little did happen these days at the estate, but she could always hope. If worst came to worst, she would find herself something to do, and that would give many many more people more things to do. The thought made her giggle softly, a little blush inching up into the high parts of her powdered cheeks, and she swung a bit more enthusiastically, humming an energetic little tune.

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Soft crunches marked the sound of an approach, of footsteps on a dirt-gravel road. Cane in hand and tophat placed on his crown, Tiberius crossed into what would be considered 'enemy territory' to most of the members of his kinship. He was unconcerned with such matters. At his side marched a rather handsome looking chestnut pony, a bit and reins on his 'person,' marked with a very distinguished seal. Tiberius himself was dressed in a white suit, complete with cufflinks and tails, looking incredibly regal and a bit out of place. He walked without fear, unhindered and completely unphased by the sign on the gates; "Samuelson." Tiberius himself was of the Hugh family, ancient blood rivals.
His deep gray eyes scanned the surrounding area, until resting on a young man cleaning his knife. That would do. With a slightly wary second glance at the knife, he became very aware of the sabre that was hanging sheathed at his hip, if the young man should so decide to become...displeasuring. Making up his mind, he approached the lad, and when he was within respectable conversing distance, he bowed.
"I have come to return your pony," he said, and his voice was smooth and deep, like a very old river or expensive wine, and just as sweet.
"I found him while out near a forest on my way into town. He seemed lost. I thought you may be missing him, as he is a fine young stallion."
Tiberius took a step closer, offering the reins to the man a few feet away.

((sorry, mine is going to be super short compared to you people.))

Yukita lay on the gras.s, staring up at the white clouds rolling by. Dante walked up behind her lowering his muzzle so his whiskers tickled her face. "Dante! I told you to stop doing that." She exclaimed, though her words were slightly slurred due to her laughing. To the eye of an opponent, she would look layed back and relaxed but she was tense and ready to flee if anything happened, because she was out of her own territory. Yukita liked to push her limits, to see how far she could go and get away with it. Her violet eyes quickly scanned the area around her, checking for any of the Samuleson family members. Their family and her own, the Hughs, had been fighting for generations, so much blood had been shed that she swore, the gras.s had a red tint. Yukita slowly stood to her feet as a light breeze pushed her hair out from behind her ear. "Such a beautiful day."  She sighed, her sword silently bumping against her leg.

((have all the samuelsons made their intro... if not then can someone spot her?))

((Hopefully this was what you were asking for Eme ^^ I couldn't exactly tell.)) 

Elric padded softly through the forest, his body alert for any outside noise. A short bow was held loosely in his hand and a quiver was strapped to his back, his sword as well was strapped to his belt. Although he was just out hunting, he was well prepared to encounter a member of his family's worst enemy, the Hughs. Just the thought of that scum made him ready to kill. Every last one of them deserved to die.

He sighed, looking around as he walked. The forest sure was empty today. The most he'd seen was a few rabbits and plenty of birds. Unless he was desperate, he didn't go for such small game. Suddenly he froze, the sound of laughter reaching his ears. What? He thought to himself, looking around. The noise seemed to come from a clearing up ahead so he slung his bow over his shoulder and climbed on of the trees, hopping silently from branch to branch until he could easily see the source of the laughter. Almost instantly he knew the girl was a Hugh and he bit back a growl, knocking an arrow. At first he considered just shooting her a being done with it, but that was no fun. Elric wanted her to suffer before she died. A quick death wouldn't do. 

Still keeping his arrow pulled back in his bow, he lowered his weapon slightly. "What do you think you're doing here?" he demanded, loud and clear from his perch in the tree. He glared at her, his ex
pression one of complete hatred.

Henry looked up to see a young lad, leading a horse, a sword on his sigh. He stiffened, recognized the guy as Tiberius, a well known - Hugh. He sighed, not wanting trouble. He eyed Tiberius, then said. "I do not own that pony." His tone was like ice, his eyes piercing. It was hard to give such a look, but he had to, had to maintain that bad-boy, hard-butt, cold tradmark Samuelson look.

Secretly, though, Henry did not wish any harm to the fellow; he seemed nice enough. But he knew that if his brothers got back, Tiberius would be dead in a bl
ink of an eye. "If you truely believe that pony is mine, leave it and then exit this territory." His stare was unwavering. He got up, his knife spotless of its previous blood, and went inside, without a glance back.

~

Shalissa heard voices up ahead, girlish laughter and an angry male voice. Wondering what was going on, she sneaked to the sight. Who she saw disgusted her. A Samuelson. She felt the pure rage build in her, almost simemring over. Making not a sound, she aimed her sword directly at his neck, for if either the girl or the guy spotted her, she'd be quick to execute him, by leaping towards his figure perched in the trees. She studied the girl, her view obstructed by leaves, so she didn't see her face. But she looked familiar, almost like a ...Hugh.

((Fail post. I need inspiration. :/))

Shalissa whirled around, uttering a low growl as the water balloons hit her. She didn't care if the Samuelson heard her, or saw her, she had a new problem on her hands. She walked deeper into the woods and climbed up a tree. She surveyed the area, looking for the culprit. She narrowed her eyes as she spotted the issue. A stupid Samuelson. She knew that girl was going to meet the end of sword sooner or later. Some might consider it extreme for some water balloons, but this was her sworn enemy. She. Must. Die.

((Short-post fail. D:))

((lol ya thats it loki lol))

Yukita's body froze, her head wipping around to find the source of the voice. She spotted the man in the tree almost immediately, her violet eyes widening in surprise. Samuelson "I was going to ask you the same thing." Her voice was more feirce than she felt as she put a slightly shaking hand on her sword. She knew it wouldnt do her any good, for he was sitting in the tree and she was on the ground, but it made her feel better for some reason. What have I gotten myself into this time? Her eyes scanned the land nearby for any other Samuelson family members but he appeared to be alone for the moment. I can still get away with out killing some one. Thats a good sign. She sighed shifting her stance into a defensive one.

(that was an oober fail lol))

Shalissa had to admit, she was shocked. A gun. "Really? your fighting skills are so poor you result in using a gun? Typical Samuelson." Noticing she couldn't move much, she painstakingly reached under her hem, drawing out a dagger. She aimed and threw it. Bullseye. She thought with a smirk. The knife had landed directly where Angel's heart was.

((I'm thinking, your character could still survive  this, like it didn't go /to/ deeply. just enough to keep her from fighting for a few days? I don't know, but I do want Shalissa to win this fight, until these two meet up later in the rp. D:))