Plot} Hear ye, hear ye! His majesty has announced a royal masquerade ball for Prince {name}'s 20th birthday. All maidens from the kingdom and beyond prepare for the special date. One maiden, Ariadne, despises balls and parties. Her elder sisters force her to go and she ends up dancing with the prince himself. {name} is now eligible to choose a bride, but who will he choose to be the new queen?
OOC;; Private after First Post, semi-advanced, charrie bio/pic. THANKS!
IC;; Ariadne listened to her sister babble on and on about the ball, what they would wear and such. The young girl sighed and brushed a knot out of her hair, "Honestly Ariadne," One of them pointed a finger at her, "It would be wonderful if you came with us. Who knows, the prince might ask Papa for your hand." The two started giggling, making plans for their hair. Ariadne sighed and rolled her eyes
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Ariadne walked stifly towards a chair, her corset constricting her breathing. The girl sat down and sighed, tugging a curl of hair thoughtfully while her sisters chatted with handsome young men That'll never be me, Ariadne thought and watched as the prince walked into the room, looking down at the table
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Ello. So is there a certain form I fill out? I do better with forms. It's okay if there isn't any, though. Just wanted to make sure! ~Track[size=2pt]{NOTE TO SELF;; My character's name is Christian - 20 years old}[/size]
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OOC;; I usually don't do forms, but you're welcome to make one if you want
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Okay. Just one second.
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OOC;; Alright
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My character's name is Christian.
He is a tall, lean man. Quite skinny, but muscular. He looks like a prince, perfect for his background. He is handsome, with chiseled features and perfect cheekbones. He has cropped blond hair with crystal blue eyes and soft olive skin. He acts like a gentlemen most of the time, but can be quite adventurous and always wants to know more. He is warm-hearted and kind and usually knows what to do around girls. He grew up with a great life. He was rick and royal and gifted with amazing looks. He was an only child and was spoiled a lot, but stayed kind and true at heart. He treats everyone well. Servants, peasants. Everyone. Christian is what you would call flawless but he does have one flaw. He isn't so smart. -
OOC;; Wonderful, shall we begin?
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Yep :3
Christian walked into the room, his eyes bright. Today was the day he was going to choose a wife. His father had his own personal tailor create a beautiful white suit for this special little day. Christian was excited, but hoped the princesses weren't snobby and full of themselves like most of the girls he had met. He wanted someone sweet, strong and adventurous. Someone who could lead a country. He stepped into the room, greeting many who came to say hi.
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Ariadne watched as the prince greeted women, wondering how many princesses, duchesses, or baronesses had come with the hope of marriage. She sighed and shook her head, turning her attention to a large window
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Christian tried stepping away from the crowd but they just followed him wherever he went. He glanced around the room for some sort of escape and spotted a young girl sitting alone at a table. She had a crown, so she was bound to be a princess. But she looked as if she took no interest in Christian. He blinked and made his way towards the king. "Greetings" he said, bowing.
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She sighed and stood, brushing off her skirt before walking towards a balcony. Ariadne sat on a stone bench, touching her mask and glancing back at the party
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After chatting for a bit, with the king, Christian browsed the ladies. Most of them were just like he thought. Snobby and full of themselves. Some were nice, but not what he was looking for. Time passed, he danced, talked, ate and was having an overall wonderful time. He glanced towards the table, but it was empty and the girl was gone. Christian excused himself and glancing around the room. She was the only one he still hadn't talked too. He spotted her over at the balcony, sitting alone. He tilted his head and made his way towards her.
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Ariadne had taken her mask off, holding it in her hand and humming quietly
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As Christian near the balcony, he bowed at the princess. "Hi" he greeted her.
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She flinched in surprise and quickly pulled on her mask, standing to greet him. Ariadne curtsied, keeping her eyes lowered, "Majesty,"
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Christian smiled and sat down on the stone bench. He scratched his neck. "I'm a little tired of dancing" he sighed heavily.
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"It does look a bit tiring," Ariadne murmured, sitting on the edge of the bench and watching the people dancing
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Christian smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met" he said, glancing at her. "I'm Christian" he said, holding out his hand.
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She stared at his hand, shaking it lightly, "Ariadne, your majesty."
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Christian shook her hand. "Please, just call me Christian, my dear" he said, glancing at the stars.