Faeries rp (open to all!!)

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    Ever thought of being the leader of a court? Well you can..
    My character will be leader of the Night court..ruler over night, we still have day time but my character gets her power when it is night time...your character can have any of these courts(or you can join my court as one of my inner court or citizens):Day court,Winter court,Summer court,dawn court,Spring court,Autumn court, these are the ones you may choose from...now remember that your charter gets his/her power from whatever court they are from..(Ex.Day court get their power during the day)


    There are no rules that I can think of just give me a description of your charcter and jump in!!


    Feyre sat at the head of the table and waited for night to arrive.
    She was anxious about tonights Star dance, a night court holiday where all her faeries and her dance and have fun under the stars.
    She would wear her long billowing blue dress, that would go perfect with her blue eyes and blue-black hair.
    And a pair of black heels would be just right, maybe she should head out now it is after all dusk and night fall falls quick in the night court.

    1st Character: Spring Court Empress, Leif. Her skin is the color of roses in bloom, her hair like the lingering snow on the ground. Wings are leaf-shaped, full of different shades of green, often tucked away in her robe. Leif's Court resembles a large garden, cherry blossom trees always in bloom. She is typically surrounded by Beetle Guards, who wear armor that resemble different species of... well, beetle. Leif enjoys chai tea, practicing swordplay and using her enchantments to tend to her garden. She fancies herself as a sort of match-maker, and is very manipulative.


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    2nd Character: Night Court Scholar, Twyla. A pale scholar of fae magic. Also a servant for the leader. She has long white wings with dark eye spots, resembling a lunar moth's in shape, and currently wears the hooded robe of a scholar. Twyla seeks to draw upon the mystical forces of sylvan magic in order to gain knowledge. Simply put, she has a very curious mind. Unfortunately, this has lead to some dabbling into the dark arts.


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    Before I begin, are these characters okay? Just want to run it by you first... }}

    Awesome. Thank you. ^^ I'll start with just Twyla for now until I find a good place to start Leif. }}


    Twyla stared out the window, standing within the scholar's tower, where those of the Night Court learned the deepest secrets of their magic. Very few faeries remained inside, most of them heading out to prepare for the Star Dance tonight, leaving the young student alone. But Twyla wasn't sure if she even wanted to go. She found herself anxious. Outside of a few passing words, she'd never socialized much with the other faeries, choosing to put her studies first and anything else second. Perhaps she'd become a loner since then. Twyla's eyes shifted towards the clock, watching the minutes tick by as the sun sunk deeper and deeper down.

    Feyre finally getting tired of sitting down, stood up and headed to her room to get ready. She slipped on her blue chiffon and or dered her hair into a tight chignon. Her dark blue wings spread out behind her as she stretched them.


    She figured she was going to fly down to the square and not walk. Going to the window she stared down at the darkening street, spread her dark wings and took flight.


    Okay that's totally fine...but you could start off with Lief doing something similar to what the night court is doing since they have two different courts they celebrate different things.//

    Ah, okay. I just was not sure if anyone will respond to Leif's start, that's all. }}


    Twyla's eyes were growing heavy. Her head turned back to the window, the indecision creeping up on her again. Would anyone even want her to be there? She did not know anyone so closely, at least to her knowledge. Something caught her attention. A dark shape that was drifting downwards to the festivities below. Twyla was a part-time servant to the Night Court, and she'd never mistaken her leader. Well, perhaps it would only be respectful to attend now... Twyla brushed her white cloak, raising the hood and moving down the tower stairs. Even if she didn't dance, at least she could pay her respects to the Court.


    Leif craned her head up, taking a sip of tea. It tasted of cinammon today. Spicy, but nice. She placed the cup back on the plate, carefully setting it to the table. Surrounding the table were numerous Beetle Guards, sitting in front of their own cups of tea. It was somewhat comical, them all in full armor at what could be considered a tea party. Leif smiled, thinking of what to do. She got bored pretty easily, when her subjects were busy tending to gardens and enchanting the forests while she remained indoors. However, as Empress, she could change it, and why not. A mischievous grin lit up her face. "You know what? Send them all to the royal courtyard. I propose a feast, in honor of peace within the Faerie Court." And in a few minutes... the call went out.

    Feyre landed beside a couple of night court faeries and gave them a warm welcome.
    Today would be a good day. She thought.
    The servants were handing out golden wine, that Feyre loved but it got you pretty drunk pretty fast if you didn't know what you were doing.


    sorry that wasn't alot//

    It's all good. }}


    As the festivities began, Twyla stood adjacent to a few faeries, her heart beating fast. She crossed her arms, hanging around under a tree. The moon was growing higher up into the air. Approached by one of the servants, she took a glass of golden wine and sipped. It tasted strong, but she liked it. Twyla's eyes scanned the crowd, faeries already beginning to dance, the atmosphere friendly but claustrophobic. Her wings fluttered, but Twyla didn't dare try joining in. Her nerves felt high-strung as ever, but the wine was helping.

    Feyre sipped her wine and cast a look around, finding a young fae hiding under a tree.
    She walked over to the fae, giving nods and warm smiles to all her people.
    "Hello," Feyre said, smiling.


    im thinking about making another character for the night court to interact with us and make up for all the people who aren't on...//

    Day Court Scholar Lance: Ever curious Lance's bright blue eyes are always full of curiosity. He enjoys spending time outside, leading to his dark tanned complexion, and his mop of dusty brown hair being in a constant tangle of negligence and carelessness due to his many adventures. Although he may often get carried away and enjoys having his fair share of fun, he always takes his role as Scholar seriously. His joking and aloof facade may lead others to believe that he doesn't take anything seriously, but he loves to delve deep into faerie magic and history, and is never caught without some new book on him. Although Lance may not think of himself as awkward, his lanky build may make his sharp movements seem a bit strange, his long dragon-fly like wings cutting the air with ridged motions. Yet unlike his awkward appearencd, he carries himself rather smoothly, as joking as he may be.
    Appearence
    OOC: This is super rushed and I may be rusty. I haven't rped in a while but I'm. Hoping to get back in the swing of things. Figured I'd run the character by you first :)

    Twyla looked up, surprised to see that it was the leader greeting her. She almost dropped the cup, but kept her hand as steady as possible. "U-um, Hello." She bowed her head, black hair almost covering her face in the process.


    Leif folded her arms, smiling triumphantly as her own servants set to work on the peace-feast she'd just planned. Not bad for something so last minute.

    Feyre laughed. ¨Why hello there young scholar,¨ she smiled warmly.
    ¨This is a good party almost time for the dance,¨ she observed.


    Tarquin ran his fingers through his dark hair as he watched his leader talk to a scholar. She would leave soon hopefully and Tarquin could talk to his leader about the upcoming meeting with the spring court.
    His violet eyes narrowed slightly as he readjusted his black tunic, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.
    The spring court would be happy to know that he was not going.

    Lance jerked up as his head smacked the dark oak table that was littered with books and papers. "Damn..." he mumbled rubbing his head as he leaned back, peering out the window to his left. It was well into the night, and any fairy from day court in their right mind would be asleep by now. Yet now that Lance was up, he couldn't find it in him to try and rest. He was bored of books for the night, and would much rather go out to a festival, yet none were happening tonight in the day court. Well at least he thought so. Pulling himself up from the soft cushioned chair he attempted to get a better look out the window. As far as he could see, no other houses seemed to be lit up and no music traveled through the now darkens pathways. Well, at least from inside the day court. The bright lights of the night court could be seen off in the distance, and Lance swore he could hear a soft melody drifting down from the court. He sighed, how interesting the other courts must be. As a newly appointed scholar he had not yet visited any of the other courts, at least not yet. The different magics from across the land enamored him, and he couldn't wait for the day he could learn more about them, but that was for another day. For now he began to clear up his work space, packing away the old leather bound books carefully in his satchel, along with papers ordained with his barely legible script.
    OOC: Sorry if there's a lot of errors! Posting from my phone right now. Hopefully this is okay :)

    Taking a small sip from the wine goblet, Twyla avoided meeting the eyes of her leader. Her tone of voice was courteous, trying to be polite as possible despite her nerves. "In-Indeed. I hope you enjoy the festivities..." She could see someone past the leader. He didn't seem all that happy, and Twyla felt small suddenly. Her white moth-wings fluttered slightly, and she took another sip of wine.

    I don't mind errors you are totally fine//


    Feyre noticed that the scholar was nervous.
    "Are you nervous? You have nothing to be worried about," she said.

    Lance managed to squeeze the rest of his books into the worn satchel, the old leather beginning to crack with age. Swinging it up and over his head he adjusted it under his right arm before pulling his pale yellow cloak over himself. Stifling a yawn he grabbed the small latern off the desk, lighting it with one of the many candles that lit the room he then began the task of blowing them all out. He made his way out of the now dark library and found himself hovering above the one of the many pathways. As he flew along the path his dark gold wings gleamed dully in the light of the moon. The pale yellow of his cloak almost glowing in the bright yet gentle moon light. He could swear that he could hear a drowzy melody floating through the air from the ever mysterious night court. He knew he shouldn't be prying into the affairs of other courts, yet the temptation was merely too much. Diverging slightly from his original route he made a turn towards the night court in the distance. Being new, he didn't know much about the affairs between other courts, but he figured it couldn't be that bad if he merely observed from a distance. Bringing the latern up to his face he quickly blew out the candle, figuring he should probably not alert them to his presence. He had never yet visited one of the other courts in a formal manner, and wasn't quite sure if obsereving a court like this was taboo. Well of course he knew it wasn't the polite thing to do. He hadn't been invited, but he merely wanted to observe. Perhaps understand their culture better for future formal meetings.
    OOC: So my computer broke and I'm not sure when I'll be able to get it fixed, so for now I'll be posting off my phone, so I'm sorry if it's a bit sloppy and has a lot of errors. Also I hope it's okay that Lance kinda crashes the party. I want him to get involved with the other characters.

    no you are fine and i hope you get your computer fixed soon!! Good luck//


    Feyre heard gasps and she stepped away from the scholar to see what all the comotion was all about.
    Her people were all staring up at the sky, pointing out a figure heading their way.
    Feyres eyes meet Tarquins and her closest friend begins to make his way over to her.