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  • OOC: This roleplay takes place at some point in the near future. After a mighty war broke out among their neighboring countries, the Nordic nations realized that they needed more protection. They came together and formed an empire known as the Nordic Realm. The Nordic Realm is represented by a girl named Ghyll. She is ambitious, confident... and determined to spread her empire across all of Europe. The gist of the plot is this: Sweden, Finland, Norway, Denmark, Iceland, and the Nordic Realm all live together in a palace as members of a noble class. Your character (any of the five are fine. I will play whoever you don't want to) is very protective of and has deep feelings for Ghyll. He worries for her when she becomes caught up in constant work, as she is always fighting to broaden her horizons and trying to expand the empire. She becomes more and more powerful by the day, but it certainly takes a toll on her. New empires will begin to form as the thread progresses, and the feelings that my character has for yours will broaden with each and every moment.


    IC: Ghyll had been wandering the maze-like corridors of the palace for the better part of her morning. She had slept well the previous night, and had attended a meeting that had gone, in her book, rather well. The female empire had grown bored though, as was evident within the depths of her shamrock eyes.


    She had yet to hear from any of the boys that morning but that was hardly a surprise considering the grand party they had hosted the previous night. Pushing a loose strand of wheat blonde hair, the majority of it done up in a large bun, back behind her ear, she smiled as she recalled the evening festivities. It had been lovely, with flickering lanterns hanging from every corner and merry faces all around. Such joyous and peaceful events had to make her seem desirable to other countries.

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    How's Denmark?


    I could play other characters too but you can have the first pick


    Matthias had woke from slumber only a mere five minutes ago. The night before was a blur. As the Dane sat on his bed, trying to remember what had happened, he could only recall his icy blue eyes widening at the sight of beer. Oooh... So that's what happened he had thought, thoroughly rubbing his face from exhaustion. Though, he had mustered enough energy to pull himself off his bed and get ready for the rest of the day. Still suffering from a slight hangover, he only felt like wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans. So, basically his everyday outfit.


    After brushing his teeth and trying to contain his wild blonde hair, he had gotten his usual spunk back. Matt flew down the hallway where all the doors of his fellow Nordic friends slept. Most of them would've probably been up, well especially Ghyll. She usually got up by the time the Dane had jumped into his bed. Which, secretly, Matt did not appreciate. He loved to hang out with Ghyll. She was always so uptight and rushing to the next meeting after already finishing three. The Danish man was always one for relaxing and having fun, so he took it upon himself to try and transfer his traits to her.


    "GHYLll!!!" he yelled as he saw a flash of light blonde hair walking around. He ran at full speed towards her, wrapping her in a huge and bulky hug in a playful matter. After pulling away he looked down at her with wide eyes "Wait, did you have breakfast yet? Because I'm really hungry and I don't like eating alone." the Dane admitted, whipping his head to see if any of the other Nordics were around to join them. "Sorry to pound you with all these questions, but have you seen Lukas or Ber around? I was just wonderin'." Matt looked back down at her, blue eyes meeting her green ones.
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