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^{the aftermath of one too many words i said —}

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^{— when i should have said nothing at all.}

^{just dim the lights, cut your ties —}

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^{— break down this line, the mood is right.}

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i'm coming straight for the castle—

an introduction.

the kingdom of dewmire. it's a relatively famous name, with the world's current largest castle being the forechester palace located in the heart of the land, where the king and his family reside. the overall terrain of the land is majestic, withholding things such as unicorns and small dragons and what-not under their own version of the black forest; picture-esque views everywhere you turn, like you'd see right out of a story book. the overlying towns and villages are small but powerful, all close-knit communities that praise one man: king roulant.

king roulant has always been seen as a man with passion. he felt everything with every bone in his body, something that many wanted in a king. his own father had been stoic, and often was seen as lacking empathy and being as dull as a wooden plank to the citizens of dewmire. king roulant, though? king roulant was different. in fact, many of those living in dewmire did not even realize king roulant was still alive until suddenly he came back out, fifteen years of being hid by his father due to something the boy could not control: the monster cursed upon him

he wasn't a monster though, not at all. he came out, speaking of horrors that he encountered. he was the victim of a wolf in sheep's clothing, a mage who was supposed to be nothing more than a house keeper, who decided to try to shut the then three year old roulant up as to stop him from crying for his mother. it was an ideal thing to do if you were to be trying to kidnap the next air of dewmire for your own, as a way to seek vengeance on the king who had done nothing for you. it didn't work, though, by the time she had made it down the winding stairs of the castle, the queen had realized her baby was gone and the entire castle went into a lockdown. when the mage realized she was going to be cornered as she hid in that dim, dark room, she put a curse upon him. the boy would be a prince by day, yes, but by the time the first star had begun to twinkle in the sky, he was bound to become a wicked beast. it would continue until his twenty-first birthday, something she put in as she did love the young prince like he was her own, and never wished any harm to come of him.

she surrendered herself, stepping out and letting the three year old go free before being seized by guards. she was hung that next day, for crimes against humanity, but by then the gruesome changes had already begun. the boy was to be a beast by the time the first star would come, and would become back to a prince when the last star in the sky finally disappeared by dawn. his father was absolutely ashamed by it, demanding that they hide him in the basement until they figured out a cure.

the thing about it is, they never did. the prince spent his childhood in that basement, his mother coming down to teach him during the day and being left to claw at the walls and cry out for the mercy of a god who he no longer believed even existed as he spent his life in isolation. wizard after wizard came in, trying to reverse the curse but nothing could give, and instead they were left being hung by the king out of sheer anger and frustration, as he assumed they were all up to no good. eventually, the people who studied magic refused to go, as they knew if they failed, it would mean death.

just like the mage had promised though, that curse ended at 21. roulant then ran upstairs that night, beating on the door as he begged to get let into the castle. he was him, no beast, no monster, but nobody listened to his cries. it wasn't until morning, when his mother went to bring him breakfast that he broke free, rushing past her as he went to find his father. his father was astound, not believing him at first until later that night when they sat outside of the door, listening and waiting until they heard him beat on the door once more, his voice ringing out with joy.

a wave of relief hit the king, as his only heir would live to be king. that week, they had an official crowning for the prince, and the entire kingdom celebrated the life that would be his.

his father then began to tell him the stories of what happened, the memories that roulant did not remember himself. he gave in detail the day in which everything went wrong, and told him of how they tried to help him for many years. this did nothing but make a lump in the prince's throat, his stomach in knots. those lumps and those knots, they'd eventually turn into an anger that he could not simply sweat out.

his father passed away a few years afterwards, from a cough that was more red than anything. the queen insisted that roulant have his coronation soon, as she did not believe she could run the kingdom on her own with her own illness eating the life out of her every day. his coronation would be later that week, and the next day, his first declaration as king was to send all of those who were fluent in magic to the outer islands of dewmire, that were nothing but inhabited with the criminals of the kingdom.

there was an outcry from those who he had forced out, and eventually citizens started to turn on them, outing their neighbors and friends who they knew had been involved in magic. they all were put onto ships, one by one, bringing absolutely nothing with them as they were forced across the calden sea to the northern isles of candre. only a few remained, all working under king roulant himself, though they were to give up their spellbooks and wands as those items were only to be used at times of war.

it's been 50 years since those events, and the king's own son, dominic, has come of age. the king and queen offered to let dominic make one decree on his own, as prince, stating that they would stand by his decision. the prince said he would like to bring those who were banished to the northern isles back, a statement that made the king and queen go silent before unleashing a spew of anger. it wasn't until the prince shushed him themselves, and begged them to listen to his reasoning, that they finally cracked.

reluctantly, at that. dominic swore that those who were not involved in that particular incident over all of this time should have never been punished. the king and queen bit their tongues, as they did give their son their word, and agreed. they swore that if it went downwards, though, they would never allow the boy to make that decision again, except for when they were finally dead.

now, dewmire's ports have opened up as the prince looks onwards, watching and waiting as the ships begin to make their way to the shore...

summary.

dewmire is one of the most powerful kingdoms in the land, and it's reign is currently being changed. king roulant decided that after many years of taking care of the kingdom he knows and love, as soon as his son turns 18, he will begin to prep him into taking the crown before finally stepping down and letting the new era of dewmire begin. in the time of prepping him, however, dominic decided that the one law he would try to indite is to completely get rid of the ban of those who are able to dapple in magic. the law has been in place ever since roulant was 18, so almost 50 years of the discrimination against those who do practice magic have been held underway. they've been on an overcrowded island off the shore of dewmire, where they had been hosting prisoners for a time being.

after some time, king roulant finally agreed to let the rule be lifted with some very tight guidelines. those with magic are not to use their magic for any reason whatsoever when on dewmire's main land. those who are seen using magic will be prosecuted and either hung or sent back to the northern isle's, this time to their prison compound.

now, a few months after the law went into effect, the kingdom is finally opening its ports and allowing those who were casted aside all those years ago to finally come back into the kingdom.

rules.

i. at least 2 paragraphs per post. i understand low muse and whatnot but this is an advanced thread so most of the time, two paragraphs will be expected.

ii. reservations will only be held for 24 hours before the spot is opened back up, as a way to keep from having people hold the same spots.

iii. make your characters diverse and interesting!! this thread is beyond open for diverse backstories, faceclaims, plots, etc. not the same, cookie cutter format.

iv. i am expecting you to put some effort into your forms. again, no cookie cutter format. if i feel as if your character has no effort in it at all, i will very likely ask you to do something to it or simply remove you from the characters list.

v. no mary sues. again, create unique and interesting backstories. with this thread, i think it'd be very easy to have again, a cookie cutter character who's mother was a wizard who got casted away and all of these terrible things happen to her and she's so sweet and destine to be the next princess. none of that.

vi. activity is key. if you don't plan on actually being involved in the thread, don't even track. if you're somebody i know who simply "tracks" threads and puts out apps but never actually engages, i will not be considering your form. that might seem harsh but i have put so much effort into this plot for it to just die out.

vii. controversial characters are very, very welcome and encouraged. start drama ic, not ooc.

viii. all feralfront rules are applied here, of course.

characters.

THE ROYALS.

[royal family last name is adams]

king: king roulant the second. (npc, fc: dean o'gorman)

queen: queen mariel (npc, fc: emilia clarke)

eldest child, prince: prince dominic (fc: x) [age 21]

second eldest child, princess: open, the age will be around 19 or 18. it's suggested the fc has either blonde or brown hair, and any color eye.

third child, princess: open, the age would be around 17-16. it's suggested the fc has either blonde or brown hair, and any color eye.

THE ROYAL HELP.

knights (0/4):

guards (0/5):

ladies in waiting (0/3):

maids (0/4):

kitchen help (0/3):

stablehands (0/6):

COMMONERS.

villagers (unl.):

village guards (0/4):

NORTHERN ISLES.

wizards (0/4): wizards are magical because of spells they know, and because of their wand.

witches (0/4): witches are magical because of their spellbooks, often being able to recite the spells and

sorcerers (1/3): sorcerers are born with magic, and don't have to use outside forces to create it.

FORM

IMPORTANT LINKS

i. plotting / chatting thread - tba
ii. roleplay thread - tba

^{just dim the lights, cut your ties —}

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^{— break down this line, the mood is right.}

an introduction.

STANTFORD, VIRGINIA. It's a small town, located within the state's thick brush of forests and mountains. It's overlooked by most of the travelers who pass through as just another small town on a map with absolutely no significance in the people or the history. The buildings look run down, that shell gas station has had the 's' lit out of the sign for almost for years now, and the roads have seen their better days. The high school has had the same families for years, with some new additions of course and everybody knows everybody's names. A movie-perfect town for a main protagonist to want to run away from.

This town isn't like your average small town, though. It's not a movie with picture-perfect people falling in love in the corridors, with the girl who dances alone in her room waiting for that day she can straight up leave. There are no happy endings, a neat little bow on the peaceful mountainside as the two get married and she discovers all of the beauty within her own home town. It has it's own secrets that can barely keep hidden under the illumination of the streetlamps, It has a history that they won't tell you about in the town museum, nor would they want you to know about. Sacrifices, massacres, murders have all happened on that same road you drive down every single day, the road that connects the entire town. Did you know that none of that is even the tip of the iceberg?

This is a town created on sin, my love. A town that has fangs that lurk in the shadows, ready to bite into your neck. A town that has clawmarks raked into the dirt, faces that vanish within the blink of an eye, melodies that lead to your death. It's a town of utter vulgarity and brutality, one where the sounds of the innocent screams are like nothing more than just a blissful dream. But, I'm sure you already knew that, my love.

You are one of them, after all.

the plot.

Stantford, Virginia is just like any other average town, except this once has secrets that lurk around in the darkness and could kill you if they wanted to. Ever since it's founding, it seems as if strange things have been drawn to the town. Vampires arrived first, in hopes of anew in a home where they could walk the streets in peace before striking their victims. Then the witches came, fleeing Salem in hopes of a new prosper in a town they felt drawn to. Sirens and Werewolves came after that, the presence of who was first is still not known to the world, and finally, the hunters came. They brought their silver and their stakes, their poison and their daggers. The people swore to keep it a secret from those who didn't know, not wanting what they considered to be creatures to stay in their town any longer.

Underlying the soil of the town though, is what some call the kiss of death. The town has a history, sealed away from many, a history full of murders, massacres, sacrifices, and disappearances. Some wonder how the soil isn't colored red from the amount of bloodshed that's happened over the years, and how the churches don't burn on spot. It was hidden away for good, until a group of teenagers decided to go mess around in the Yeller's Cabin in the woods, using an ouija board. The teenagers never did return, and firefighters were called in to assess what could only be described as a burning hellhole in the middle of the forest where Yeller's Cabin used to be, an ouija board being the only thing intact from the fire. It practically glistened there, the eye of it as clear as ever.

The town is at a spiraling point now. It seems as if the end is on the horizon, as blood now stains the creeks with crimson as the Werewolves and Vampires find themselves at a war after a hunter killed a new blood and the vampires assumed it was the werewolves. They started to kill the werewolves with vengance, and in return, the werewolves started the war they never wanted, all while both sides take hits from hunters on the daily. More and more people disappear daily, and the news reports it to being one of the worst times to live in the town while people have hired a ton of investigators to look into all of the disappearances. All while the witches find themselves being hunted again, the townspeople becoming increasingly aware and paranoid of their presence in the town, associating the disappearances with them.

ranks.

please note that more information about each species will be found on the plotting thread once it's up! i didn't want to clutter the sign up thread with every single thing a vampire can do and so forth.

rules.

i. at least 2 paragraphs per post. i understand low muse and whatnot but one sentence replies never make a roleplay move.

ii. reservations will only be held for 24 hours before the spot is opened back up, as a way to keep from having people hold the same spots.

iii. make your characters diverse and interesting!! this thread is beyond open for diverse backstories, faceclaims, plots, etc. not the same, cookie cutter format.

iv. i am expecting you to put some effort into your forms. again, no cookie cutter format. if i feel as if your character has no effort in it at all, i will very likely ask you to do something to it or simply remove you from the characters list.

v. no mary sues. again, create unique and interesting backstories. with this thread, i think it'd be very easy to have again, a cookie cutter character who's mother was a wizard who got casted away and all of these terrible things happen to her and she's so sweet and destine to be the next princess. none of that.

vi. activity is key. if you don't plan on actually being involved in the thread, don't even track. if you're somebody i know who simply "tracks" threads and puts out apps but never actually engages, i will not be considering your form. that might seem harsh but i have put so much effort into this plot for it to just die out.

vii. controversial characters are very, very welcome and encouraged. start drama ic, not ooc.

viii. no characters under 17 please, thank you!

ix. diverse faceclaims are wanted and very very encouraged!

x. all feralfront rules apply, of course.

the form.

other threads.

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