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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

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The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

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His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

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deidrefromthenorth · 2 years

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Please write a Part two, of this one, with this Picture Here 🙏🙏, i fucking Love the Story!

Remember me? (part 2)

Fanfic : Avi x Female Reader

You were walking quickly down the street because it had started to rain. Again. You held the hood of your raincoat so it wouldn't fall back and get your head wet. You never used an umbrella. You hated them since you were a child and your mother always asked you to carry one. "Carry an umbrella!" she always yelled at you before leaving the house, even though there was only a single harmless cloud in the sky. "If it rains, I prefer to get wet" you told her before she had time to scold you. In any case, an umbrella would have been useless in the wind that had begun to blow very strongly.

You were waiting to getting home soon, changing your clothes and making yourself a nice hot cup of tea. Your day had been hard and you felt like the time to leave work would never come. When you turned the corner of the street, the wind began to blow stronger and the rain was heavier. You felt like your shoes were starting to fill with water. That day you didn't feel like wearing your high boots and you chose some nice blue leather shoes with laces. That decision would not go down in history as the best you ever had. You sheltered from the downpour under the awning of a local with more people and waited. You didn't want to get sick just because you got home five minutes early. Anyway, anybody wasn't waiting for you. That thought made you a little sad.

A few days ago you had met Avi. He had been such a pleasant and unexpected surprise. Loneliness never bothered you, it had been quite some time since you had ended your previous relationship, but you were in no hurry to meet someone new. Fate brought Avi to your door, literally, and something inside you had awakened. You really liked him when you met him and he seemed to show an interest in you too. You had talked about meeting up to go out together sometime, but days had passed and he had never called or seen you again even though he was right at the house across the street from you. You could have called him, but you were shy about it. You were deep in thought, upset that more people were starting to gather there and there wasn't enough room for everyone. You feel overwhelmed when other people invade your personal space, especially if they are strangers. That makes you feel very upset and uncomfortable. Someone steps on your foot and you complain loudly, someone else shoves you and your bag almost falls to the ground. "Oh please, if it's just rain, what's wrong with these people?" you thought. At that moment, you feel that someone speaks behind you. "Heyyy" says a male voice, very deep. You were angry and you didn't feel like being bothered by any guy. You bowed your head and hoped he wouldn't speak to you again. You just wanted to get home. The guy insisted and you wanted to turn around and tell him to leave you alone. You were about to, but you heard him call your name and gently touch your elbow. "Avi?" You looked at him surprised. He was was walking out the door and addressing you with the most beautiful smile. You looked around trying to understand what he was doing coming out of a Hairdresser Salon for ladies. He laughed when he saw the expression on your face and explained that he had gone to accompany his grandmother to do her hair. He points inside the place. He tells you that they just arrived. He asks if you want to join him for coffee because he's going to have to wait at least two hours for his grandmother to be ready. "Then I'll take you home" he said "I drove my grandmother's car here." You smiled and accepted. He went back inside to get his coat and tells to his grandmother, then came out to meet you. It was still raining a lot, but he had an umbrella. "Good idea" you told him amused showing him your empty hands. He laughed and told you that he had brought it because his grandmother had asked him to so that her hair would not be ruined by the rain. "I never use an umbrella," he said. “Yeah, me neither” you said. "I prefer to get wet" you both spoke at the same time and you started laughing. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders bringing you closer to him so the rain wouldn't wet you. It was a small natural gesture, but you felt your heart warm a little. You walked leisurely towards a small cafeteria.

It was a quiet place and good music was playing. You sat at a table by the window and the waitress attended to you right away. She was a very pretty young girl who gave Avi a flirtatious smile. It seemed that he hadn't noticed her, or he was pretending hadn't noticed her. She soon brought you two hot lattes and you thanked her, but she just smiled back at Avi and you thought she had surreptitiously winked at him. You didn't say anything and neither did he. As soon as the girl left, you were silent for a moment and you couldn't help but fix your eyes on him. You liked to notice that his appearance seemed more rested. He looked down and smiled. His smile seemed broader and more relaxed as well. You noticed that he wore lighter colors and gray suited him very well. After a while, the girl returned with a small tray of cookies. “A present from me” she said with her charming smile on her lips “They are gingerbread cookies that I make myself”. We both thanked her and she ignored me again. I cleared my throat and tried not to let that bother me, but I thought she was being pretty rude. You was upset, but it bothered you more to feel like you was being jealous. Avi wasn't your boyfriend, but why was that girl trying to seduce him in front of you? As soon as she was gone again, Avi grabbed a cookie and took a bite. "They're good" he said and he brought the tray to you so you could try them too. “No thanks” you replied. “I'm not hungry” Actually you was, but you just didn't want anything from that girl. Avi smiled and took another. "I'm always hungry," he said shyly, and the words tangled a bit on his tongue. You smiled and told him that you had already noticed. That made him laugh heartily and you relaxed a little more.

You talked a lot. He told you that he had been very busy those days and that he was looking forward to nice weather so that the two of them could go for a walk in the woods. "Don't think I've forgotten," he said. You told him that during the week you was quite busy too, but on weekends you had free time. Right away you started to organize a small bike tour. You had thought it would be nice to take the path through the woods to the lake. He was excited when you proposed it to him because he had very fond memories of when he was a child.

Time went by so fast and you were both having a great time. If it wasn't for the waitress's behavior at the beginning, this might have been your favorite cafeteria. You were excitedly talking about leaving early on Sunday and having a picnic by the lake, when a song started playing and you noticed Avi was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at his watch and shifted in his chair. You continued talking, but he interrupted you to tell you that he was going to the restroom. You was surprised by the change in his attitude and you wondered what had happened to him. You watched him as he walked towards the back door. The waitress said something to him and he waved at her. When he came out, he walked over to the bar and talked to the waitress. You saw him take his wallet out of his pocket, but the waitress wouldn't let him pay for the coffees. You frowned as she handed him a piece of paper and he wrote something down and slid it across the counter to the girl who read it with eyes sparkling with delight. When he returned to you, he suggested that you leave because his grandmother would be ready. You nodded and tried to smile, but you couldn't. You put on our coats and went outside. It was still raining, but very little. He opened his umbrella and you felt the warmth of his body as he walked up to me. “Nice place” he said looking at you. “Yeah” you mumbled “good music” He blushed and laughed. "Wow… I thought you hadn't noticed" You looked at him, but didn't say anything. You really didn't know what he was talking about. “When my song came on,” he continued, explaining with a laugh, “the girl put it on because she's a fan. She has invited us so I have signed an autograph for her ” You was surprised and felt a bit silly. "She has also told me that my wife is very pretty," he said. You froze thinking he was married, you did not think to whom the girl had referred, but suddenly, at that moment you realized and blushed. He put his arm around your shoulders again, although it wasn't necessary because it had stopped raining and you were the only ones walking under an umbrella on the street.

The End.

#Avi Kaplan #AvixFemaleReader #Fanfic #mine #Remember me (part 2)

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titsuya · 3 years

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hiii, i hope it’s okay for me to hop in on this event 🥺

my name is avi, my pronouns are she/her, and my gender preference is male! i am an enfj 3w2, and am a gemini sun, gemini moon, and cancer rising. i also am 19, so i am not a minor! :)

my love language is words of affirmation, but i personally tend to show it in ways of gift giving. i can be super affectionate, but i am not into a lot of PDA. i am usually pretty outgoing and am kind, but i can be a bit of a bword if i need to. i’m very protective over my loved ones and friends, and often get called the mom friend despite also being childish. communication is v important to me!! some of my hobbies are art, crocheting, watching anime, and playing video games! my favorite color is light pink and white, and it’s essentially the color of everything i own. though, i also love to play volleyball and rollerblade if i am feeling energetic. i used to be a huge athlete as well, seeing as i’ve done: gymnastics, cheer, tumbling, volleyball, karate, swimming, track, dance, etc. i also did a lot of electives and had a lot of leadership positions like yearbook editor and being the president of many clubs. in terms of physical appearance, i am short. i am 5’, but i can and will kick someone’s ass. i have absolutely terrible vision, so i’m always wearing my glasses, and i believe the only talent i have is being able to bust out a huge essay right before it is due and still being able to make a good grade. example: i wrote 28 paged research paper in 7 hours. i am not sure how.

i hope this is good enough!! tysmm 😊

hi babe ! of course it is :D i hope u enjoy ur matchup and like who i paired you with :D

I MATCH YOU WITH (drumroll pls)

SAWAMURA DAICHI

you and daichi seem like the type of couple that everyone saw before you two did. you’re right for each other and bring out the best in each other so the choice was very clear. also you have so much in common, so it’s easy for you two to get along… you know, after your rivalry :p

YOUR TROPE: rivals to lovers

classic trope for you two. you guys hated each other in high school. super competitive over everything. school, clubs even volleyball (even though you were on different teams.) there was also so much cute teasing involved. everyone noticed, and they all knew you’d end up together because the chemistry was UNREAL. you both obviously did end up together right after graduation :D something like he pissed you off and said, “you know… you’re kinda cute when you’re angry,” and “shut up, i hate you,” you replied with a soft blush appearing on your face, hiding a smile. you’ve never been the same since. :D

YOUR SONG: pink + white — frank ocean

i know,,, they’re your favorite color but i feel like this is a really good song for you guys as lovers <3 plus it’s really pretty <3

moodboard!!!! i hope u like it i know the color is kinda wack !!

#— sar’s 1k event >.< !#— luvavi #PLEse IF U HATE THIS IM SORRY #I JUST OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING #BUT THANK U FOR SEMDING SOMETHING:((#also fun fact pink + white is probably my favorite song ever

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fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years

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Unexpected, To Say The Least (ObeyMe Fic)

Okaaayyyy so... this turned out differently than I wanted it to, but these types of things happen when you leave a wip in your drafts for months (╬▔皿▔)╯ but it’s still good. This is a part 1, so stay tuned.... depending on how long it takes me haha.. ha.

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Scribbling in a notebook, a red night light from the window right next her defining the flyaway strands of hair on the top of her head, Aviyah was blissfully unaware of the stares from her classmates. Resting her chin on her closed fist, one leg crossed over the other, black boots bobbing up and down to the tune she had stuck in her head. She was so calm, so much calmer than she had been in weeks.

Aviyah, a human in a world of demons and angels, had arrived in Devildom two months ago. At first, she was unnerved by the close attention she gained from all the demons, angels and the other human she met. Lord Diavolo, who had also taken a liking to her, ensured that it was just because she was a different species to them. She was weak, a helpless being compared to the Avatars of sin she was living with and angels of heaven she had some classes with. Demons fed off souls, and it was an angel’s job to protect those bright balls of light in each human, so it was only right that they kept a close eye on her. Especially when the future king himself had ordered the seven strongest brothers in all of Devildom to keep her safe for the duration of the exchange programme.

But it wasn’t that. Aviyah was sure of it. She had gained unworldly attention for her entire life. Boys seemed to bow at her feet, begging her to let them serve her each and every whim. Girls clung to her, wanting to be friends with such a kind-hearted, beautiful, smart person- and also wanting to meet her every demand. Aviyah, having been raised by good-willed parents, didn’t take advantage of this strange power she seemed to hold over everyone she met, although she did accept the odd gift from colleagues and classmates on that one special day a year, mainly because she didn’t want to be rude. She hardly asked for anything in public because it would cause quite a stir, everyone in the room darting around to take care of the task she had so graciously offered them. All she wanted was an item from the top shelf, but now she had twenty boxes of cereal that she really didn’t need.

She expected, being in a world of magic, spells, and potions that could kill or force someone to love you, that she would be safe from all the unneeded, and frankly unwanted, attention. Yet, lo and behold, the first day she arrived here, in a much colder climate than she was used to, both the Avatar of Greed and the Avatar of Envy threw their coats at her, only for her to get consumed by the jacket of the largest man she had ever seen, the Avatar of Gluttony. And she hadn’t even made a pact with them yet!

“I’m telling you, there’s something up with her.” A muttering came from the other side of the otherwise bustling classroom. It was just before their lesson would start, everyone was getting themselves ready to learn about different species of man, except for one group of, shockingly, demons and angels.

“Mammon, won’t you admit your true feelings?” The dark-toned angel smiled softly at the second-born brother. Truly, he felt an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his stomach too, something he couldn’t even begin to describe, but would never admit it himself. He was sure it was something sinful, something against his very being, and would only confess when the time came.

“What feelings! I-I ain’t got no feelings.” A horrendously red blush appeared immediately on Mammon’s entire face, noticed by all those involved in this small huddle over a desk.

“You don’t even deserve her. You already get to spend so much time with her! It’s so unfair!” The purple-haired otaku tried to bite his lip, he really did, but the jealousy for his brother grew too high, bubbling over into the trait he most represented. Envy.

“That was only because Lucifer made me! I didn’t even wanna babysit that human!” Mammon barked back, not meaning the words but needing a distracted from the embarrassment he could still feel colouring his cheeks. The two butted heads often, but this time it was literal, immediately starting to throw punches to defend the one they held so dear. Several people tried to get between them, the male human even getting his own strike to the jaw, and all hell brought loose in- well- hell.

“Guys! Stop!” A higher-toned, feminine cry, although thick with command and low with anger, echoed over the room, every single one of the occupants freezing in an instance, even those that weren’t involved in this little scuffle- or under the young girl’s pact.

Crouching beside her male counterpart, who had been thrown to the ground by the force of being hit, was Aviyah, the one they had been fighting over. With one hand on Solomon’s back and the other holding his hand to keep him upright, she glared at the two that had been previously brawling in what was meant to be a safe place.

Aviyah rarely used her unknown power to command people. Or was it the pact? She couldn’t tell any more, but at least it worked.

“Are you alright, Solomon?” Disappointment turning to anxiousness etched in her expression, Aviyah let go of the sorcerer’s hand and back- once she could tell he could hold himself up-, only to move her’s close to his face, cocking her head to get a better look at the cut bleeding through his white-haired fringe. Being in such close proximity to the woman, and earning so much of her undivided attention, brought many hateful gazes to the man, but he didn’t care. He was thriving off it, in fact.

“What? Are you worried about me?” No better was the time to tease her, to see that eye roll she did so well and hear that exasperated sigh as she dropped her hands, all previous nurturing gone from her posture as she stood up.

“You just got punched in the face by a demon and still have the wherewithal to joke?” She muttered, wondering to herself if he was the one with supernatural abilities. Well, he did, he could use magic, but she wondered if he had his own special ability since birth. Could that have been the reason they were the two, out of the entire human race, to be chosen for this life-altering program?

Once she got to her feet, she turned to see Mammon and Leviathan, both with their heads lowered in shame. They had angered their... Goddess? Master? Friend? They didn’t know what to call her, having been the first two to make pacts with her, but there was this force, this unspoken voice that drew them to her and made them bow at her feet. Or want to, anyway.

Before Aviyah could even start to berate them for losing control like that, they had even transformed into the demon-forms, a stern voice cut through the entire scene. Students pinned themselves to the wall, trying to get as far from the fighting as possible, so they seemed to surround them like hawks, eagerly watching, waiting for the two to be punished by such a soft-spoken, angelic figure.

Now in the doorway, however, was a man. With black hair as dark as the most inner depths of Devildom, red eyes as angry as the fire that sprouted from them, and an expression that has killed in the past, the man glared at the two, not even wanting to look in the direction of the girl in case she too saw his wrath.

“You two. With me. Now.” The words were curt and entirely ineloquent, nothing like that eldest would usually speak, showing how deeply enraged he was. The two quickly scurried after him, for once keeping their mouths shut.

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Biting her lip, Aviyah couldn’t take her eyes off that door, now empty after Lucifer had guided his younger brothers away.

“It was me, wasn’t it?” She spoke loud enough for the people closest to her to hear, but a whisper full of regret did not go unnoticed.

“What do you mean, Avi?” Simeon stepped up to try and ease the look of worry that they all saw on her face, but she stepped away, afraid for anyone to even touch her. What if he, Simeon, the nicest, most modest person she had ever met, went into a jealous rage too?

“They were fighting over me, weren’t they?” Aviyah’s voice cracked as she clutched her fists at her sides, avoiding looking at anyone directly, scared it’ll put them under the curse she seemed to have. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to pull families apart. She just wanted to have no one know who she was.

“Avi,” Simeon uttered again, but it was too late. Aviyah had already made up her mind, collecting all her resolve in one solid sniff and running out of the room, hoping she could catch the brothers before something too bad happened.

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“What do you think you’re doing, having a fight like that in the middle of class? Do you think it will make you seem strong? Seem manly? Because it won’t! It only makes you seem needy.” Lucifer’s booming voice shook the paintings on the walls, giving Aviyah some clue as to where he had taken the two. She followed the shouts of pain and anger, running as more and more tears grew in her eyes. She didn’t want to do what she was about to do, but she needed to. She didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. To get jealous. Not when it was all the people she actually cared about.

Finally, in an empty classroom where the shouts seemed the loudest, Aviyah found the door still open ajar, standing just out of sight so she could listen in, waiting for the right moment before anything too serious happened. If that hadn’t happened already, that is.

“You made a fool out of me! The student council! Not only that, but you made Aviyah look so defeated! I won’t let you argue like this anymore!” Lucifer raged on with a temper that rivalled Satan’s. “I may just have to claim her myself.”

The comment, although almost a whisper, shot everyone in hearing distance into full-blown madness, both Levi and Mammon charging at him, demanding how he thought he had the right to even suggest the idea. Before they could make contact with each other, Aviyah cried out, desperately begging them to just wait.

All attention on her now, as usual, the men’s eyes went wide. She was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks at the sight of the brothers, who were always so comfortable with each other, usually so familiar, fighting like this? Over her? It broke her like it broke their relationship.

“I can’t do this anymore. I want to go home! I’m not happy and I never was! Please! Let me go home!” She lied, straight through her teeth. She had never been happier than living here, in Devildom, with all their brothers. She enjoyed her time listening to them bicker playfully, not like they were now. She enjoyed watching Levi play his games. She enjoyed eating with Beelzebub. She enjoyed reading books with Satan. Being dressed up by Asmo. Listening to Mammon’s wild get-rich-quick-schemes. Napping with Belphie. Even with Simeon and Solomon, who she didn’t get to see as often as the others. Luke was fun to cook with- even though he seemed a little apprehensive of her. She enjoyed all her time here but right now, in times like these, when it felt like everything was her fault.

“Avi, what’re you saying?” Mammon’s voice broke, between all the yelling and the way his heart broke at her tone and words, and his brows knitted together tightly. Levi froze up, not knowing what to say in response to her sudden outcry, and Lucifer felt like he could steal her away right here and now. Never before had he felt so out of control.

“I’m sorry, It’s all my fault. I need to leave, go home. I need to get out of your lives because- because I’ll ruin them.” She hiccupped, choking on the tears that clogged her throat, and she tried to hide how sad she was by holding her face in her hands. Her knees shook, her body- just as frail as they had always suspected. It took so much energy for her to say these words and not completely breakdown.

“N-No, it’s not your fault. W-We shouldn’t have be-been fighting.” Levi made a move to step closer, to wrap his arm around her, to help her feel better, but both Mammon and Lucifer shot him a glare so deadly it made the room cold.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.” Aviyah continued to stutter through her words, her tears interrupting her usually melodic, smooth voice, as she felt the indignation in their eyes.

“This always happens. It was a mistake to choose me. I... I’m going to go to Diavolo now and tell him this was wrong.” She tried to steel herself, to seem strong enough to walk through these halls alone and leave Devildom for good, but it was no use. They could all see how distraught she was.

“Always happens?” Lucifer muttered, confusion written all over his features.

“There’s something inside me, there always has been. It makes people so hateful for one another and I can’t do that to you all. You’re a family, I won’t tear it apart. I-I need to...” Aviyah led off, not knowing what else to say. Memories of her past, all the friendships she had unknowingly, unwittingly, torn apart because of what? Because she was desirable? Because she was pretty and smart and kind? No amount of adoration was worth this. None of it.

The room was silent, deathly so, no one knew what to say. Have Levi and Mammon just ruined their chances to know such a wonderful person? And not just a person, but a human. Someone they were never meant to befriend. Someone that should fear them and hate them for who they were, for what they represented. But no, she showed them care and love and compassion, what they believed only a human could give.

So, with no one left to tell her no, to not go and stay with them because they needed her so badly it hurt, she started to turn back to the door.

“Wait, Aviyah. Just... Just wait.” Shockingly at a lost for words, Lucifer turned to his desk, where his D.D.D laid, and picked it up. Aviyah started to refuse him, to say this was the right thing to do, this was the only way they could live calm, happy lives, but he continued to use the communication device, calling together a meeting that would change everything.

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“Tell them what you told me,” Lucifer instructed in Lord Diavolo’s conference room, having called a meeting of the student council together. Everyone looked at him with suspicious gazes, having no real information on why they were here, Levi and Mammon stressing out like they were about to take the most important, most difficult tests in their lives.

“Lucifer, this isn’t going to cha-.”

“Just say it.” The words were demanding, but the tone was soft, very shocking for Lucifer- until it was for Aviyah. He always seemed to have a soft spot for her. Like Mammon. Although for different reasons.

Aviyah lowered her head, eyes still damp from her earlier confession, thinking about what she was about to say. After a brief but deep sigh, she lifted her gaze again, but only as far as the edge of the table she sat at.

“Since before I can remember, everyone I’ve met has... wanted me.” She bit her lip, not knowing how else to say it. It always felt like someone was trying to win her over, to win her as a price to show everyone else that they were the one she chose.

“No matter who it is, they say they love me or they’d do anything for me. And no matter how much I tell them to stop, they just get more outrageous. They give me elaborate gifts or take me places I wouldn’t normally go. They shower me in a love that I never asked for until they can’t anymore.” Aviyah’s voice cracked again, tears rolling down her cheeks again as she remembered the people that bankrupted themselves to win her over and the others that have lost their health, their friends, the ones who loved them, all to impress her in one way or another.

“No matter how many times I say I don’t need it, they’ll keep doing it. It’s not until I say I don’t want them or the things they give me that they stop. I thought it’d be different when I came here, but when you guys started fighting...” Aviyah finally worked up the courage to look up, gesturing in the direction of Levi and Mammon, who blushed when she made eye contact with the both of them.

“This is why we’re here? Because those two were acting childishly again?” Satan sighed to himself, upset that his reading time had been cut short. He wouldn’t even address the panicked feeling that arose in him when he heard the solemness of Aviyah’s tone.

“You’re almost as seductive as me, Avi! Aren’t you lucky to have so much in common with me? Someday you too might be able to bring down a country with your looks.” Asmo leaned into her, ignoring how saddened she seemed by the statment. The next move she made shocked everyone.

“I don’t want to do that! I want it to stop! I hate it and I hate myself for it!” She yelled after pushing Asmodeus so strongly off her he fell right out of his seat. Every time she brushed him off she had never actually been physical. Who was she, a human, to push off a demon? Better yet, how did she have the strength?

“Hey, did you see that?” A whispering demon mentioned to his brother, noticing the flicker of light that sparked in her eyes in her yelling. Even though her words broke their hearts, it was hard not to bring it up.

The outcry caused the prince, stern-faced compared to his usual jovial smirk, to peer at her closer. “I see. Lucifer, do you think she’s..?”

“Yes, I do. It would explain everyone’s... erratic behaviours around her.” Lucifer, not wanting the entire picture drawn out for her and his brothers, interrupted the prince. The information would be hard to hear, for Aviyah most of all, and an off-handed comment was not how he wanted to break the news to her.

“But where are her features? She’s an open-book, we would have seen something by now.” Satan, catching on, eyed her as suspiciously as he had Lucifer in the past, watching the tears roll down her cheeks as she tries to calm herself down. She never yelled like that and felt awful for what she did, but was too scared to even speak to anyone else, let alone touch or apologise to Asmo for her supposed violence.

“Would someone tell us what’s going on? I-I mean, Levi might be confused, is all.” Not wanting to seem idiotic for asking, Mammon jumped up before shying away again, not being able to cope with the girl’s silent crying.

“Avi, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Asmo, along with Beel, tried to be some sort of caring figure in the room of inquisitive stares.

When Beel tried to put a hand on her shoulder, she jumped away. “P-Please! Do-Don’t. I... I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s possible she hasn’t been... awoken yet.” Diavolo couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea. It would be just like the innocent human, if that’s what she truly was, to not have the necessary experiences she needed in life to prove their theory correct. Lucifer couldn’t help but blush.

“Awoken?” Aviyah’s voice, now somewhat tamed but hoarse from her crying, looked up at the prince. Had he an idea? Could he cure her? Could he take away this curse, gift, whatever it was? Could he end all this?

“Well, depending on your immediate ancestry, it’s possible your power needs to be... unlocked, in a way. It’s clear you’re no mere human. You even seduced dear Barbatos, and he never even blushes at my comments.” Diavolo laughed again, gesturing with his gaze to the corner of the room where his butler was clearly fitting the urge to comfort the girl. She quickly looked right back at the prince the moment she noticed this.

“If I’m not human, then what am I?”

“Well, my best guess would be a succubus, but seeing as you have more human features, you could be a cambion, a hybrid. We’d have to ask your mother.” Diavolo, as usual, was much too nonchalant with the subject of Aviyah’s supposed species, a topic that would and will change her life forever.

Silence filled the air for one.

Two.

Three.

“WHAT?” Four. They made it to four seconds of silence before Mammon stood up again, shrieking, along with the female in question. Succubi and the topic of hybrids had yet to be discussed in her classes, ironically that was today’s class, but she had a clue what they were from just hearsay.

“You think I’m a demon? But I grew up in the human world! I have human par- well the people that raised me were human... But I never felt the urge to have anything in excess or trick anyone into stealing their money- sorry Mammon- but how could I be a demon?” The tears were gone, replaced with a look of pure confusion that turned to utter disbelief with a hint of ‘what if’. What if he was right?

“The people that raised you? Don’t tell me you were...”

“Adopted. I have two dads who found me on their doorstep. I have no clue who my biological parents are.” The uneasy feeling that meant Diavolo could be right started to rise as Aviyah admitted a part of her past she had never told anyone. It seemed like everything was out in the air now.

“Perfect.”

“This is a problem. Succubi and Incubi have a duty to bring all demons back to Devildom in case they go rogue in the human world. This parent of yours will have some answering to do.” Lucifer, recovered from his bashfulness in an effort to act like the vice-president he was, got furious about someone disrespecting the laws Diavolo had put in place to protect the humans he seemed to so dearly care for. “Dumping you on some couples doorstep will require some serious consequences.”

The whole room shuddered at the idea of what punishments Lucifer was thinking up at this moment, but luckily someone thought to turn the conversation away from that.

“You say she needs to be awoken? I know one way of doing that, but I don’t know… prepared for that she will be.” Satan smirked a side-eyed look Aviyah’s way as she tried to process all this information. She was a demon, or half of one anyway. To think, all those crazy white mom’s at her elementary school were right.

“I’d be more than happy to volunteer in any way I can.” Asmo started to cosy up to Aviyah once again, making it very clear what the one way of awakening a demon seemed to be.

“No! No, that’s fine, Asmo! B-Besides, I’m not a virgin, so we’ll have to find some other way to awaken this power if you think that’s what I have.” Beetred and edging off her chair to make some distance between the flirt and herself, she almost didn’t hear the snickering from some of the other demons in the room.

“Oh, deary me.” Asmo tittered to himself, Satan covering his mouth to try and suppress the chuckle that threatened to leave his lips. He didn’t want to make the girl more embarrassed. Mammon joined in, although much louder, just to not feel left out, and Levi blushed furiously, but he knew exactly what everyone else seemed so excited about. As usual, Beel was too distracted by the food laid out by Barbatos to care what was going on now that Aviyah was no longer crying.

“Aviyah, I’m afraid to say it’s not the act of sex that awakens a demon… It’s the, uh.” Lucifer tried to inform her, he really did, but the stutter that threatened his usually composed manner halted him from doing so.

“You didn’t cum, did you, Avi?” Diavolo’s brows frowned sincerely, but the wavering of his lips told her he too was trying not to laugh. Aviyah’s cheeks blossomed darker, the embarrassment from her first time flashing through her mind once again and her face screwed up in embarrassment. For her, this situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Your Highness, if you wouldn’t tease her so much, there is another way to awaken her demon form.” Barbatos, unexpectedly, intervened, shocking everyone in the room but Aviyah. He had always had a sweet spot for the huma- well, hybrid.

“Yes, yes, Barbatos, you are right. My most sincere apologies, Avi. Lucifer, we’ll come to the House of Lamentation tonight. Prepare the Grimoire.” And with that, Diavolo stood to leave.

“And why not now? Wouldn’t it be best to do this sooner than later so she can learn to control it better?” Satan scowled, earning his own from Lucifer for being so upfront. The prince only chuckled.

“I need to do some… investigating first. You, Satan, of all people, should know what is needed for the ritual.” Satan’s brows frowned suspiciously at the prince as he made his final departure.

“What does he mean, Satan?” Aviyah leaned into the demon’s side in order to get a clear answer for the first time today and Satan’s gaze finally left the door.

“He needs your progenitor. He’s going to find your mother or father.”

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weirdcanucks · 4 years

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Today let’s talk about Hockey Twitter. Trigger warning for slurs and harrasment. I tried to circle back to what happened with Canucks Twitter this week. It’s a pretty long post, so thank you for bearing with me.

Avi Goldberg’s Hockey Twitter: At times toxic, misogynistic, and cruel, how can we make it better? was published in 2015. And yet, it was still painfully relevant in 2020.

In the article, he features Robyn Flynn, producer/broadcaster at CJAD800. Flynn “describes how even well-known and respected younger media personalities can express harmful ideas without even realizing they’re doing it.”

"I’m a huge Puck Daddy fan, I read it religiously," Flynn said. "But, Greg Wyshynski, a while back, said he wouldn’t be able to listen to a hockey game if it was called by a woman. He couldn’t grasp how that was a sexist thing to say. What, you can discount every single woman because the voice is a little more high pitched? He legitimately saw no issue with this statement."

In a recent twitter thread, Flynn recalled constant harassment she received from male hockey fans on Twitter.

I’ve never received more rape threats or death threats than when I worked in sports radio. Basically, if you decide to work in sports media as a woman, you will be hated. You will be harassed. You will be threatened. You will be called a slut, a whore, a cunt, a dyke. Every name in the book.

I just love sports, man. I wanted to cover hockey and talk about it on the radio. My childhood dream was to be a play-by-play announcer for the Habs. But people only cared if I was hot, or whether I’d seen any of the players naked.

I don’t blame women for not wanting to get into sports media. The odds are NOT in our favour. But there are still PLENTY of talented & qualified women out there, getting passed over for loud mouthed dude bros. It’s a damn shame.

So how can we make it better?

Goldberg talks about the importance of speaking up, featuring hockey blogger Toni McIntyre’s story.

McIntyre explains how publicly expressing her concerns, even if it's not resulting in immediate change, is motivated by the desire to make hockey Twitter a more inclusive space.

“I’d like to see hockey a more welcoming place. That’s the goal of speaking up, I want to dismantle the system that tells people like Mooney and Lepore they can do what they want and get away with it. It shouldn’t be ok. I prefer speaking up. If it helps someone not feel so alone in the hockey community, that’s part of the goal met.”

That’s why we are so lucky to have @broadscastpod. They truly carved out a safe space for women’s voices in the Vancouver market.

I hate to see the movement of improving inclusion falls only onto the shoulders of the marginalized. In my opinion, the male-dominated sports media is part of the problem.

There’s a phrase called “the medium is the message” describes the media’s ability to subtly alter how people act and interact. When you had Don Cherry spewing anti-gay and misogynist remarks for decades, when Mike Milbury so casually saying “Not even any women here to disrupt…your concentration” on air, when the podcast hosts refer to women as “kills” (oh they stopped saying kills now but they’ll say whatever the fuck they want)... Imagine people absorbing those content growing up, the sexualization and marginalization of women have been so deeply ingrained into the culture that it became socially acceptable.

You ask me why we feel disappointed when NHL stars frequent a podcast like Spittin’ Chiclets? Those people have the star power, the “must-listen” effect. I can imagine how many people don’t support Spittin’ Chiclets, but secretly thinking “but I’m *really* curious about what he has to say about drunk wrestling in the hotel.”

So, we shoudn’t listen to Spittin’ Chiclets at all? Well, if everyone can consume it critically, no problem. People can even write a paper out of it to examine its impact on the hockey culture. The sad truth is those loud mouthed dude bros haven’t developed that mindset yet. They defend misogynic remark as satire and humor, or even not realizing it’s hurtful for women. They celebrate the content, keep it popular, and harass people who expressed concerns. The cycle is vicious.

Just my two cents about the shitshow on Canucks Twitter this week: The Broadscast took a ton of heat when the co-host Dani expressed her strong reaction for EP’s appearance on Spittin’ Chiclets. I hope today’s piece can inspire people to think about what’s the problem and what exactly we can do to make “Hockey is for everyone.”

🔗 The archive: [x]

#change hockey culture #gender

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glitterandstarshine · 4 years

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THEODORE CALDERAS

Once, he spent his days in the woods, surrounded by nature. Caretaker, stable-master, he found his peace in the midst of nature’s embrace. Once, he was free. But he loved too fiercely, too freely, and now is lost in the darkness of his king’s hatred, suffering alone in the cold. He could never hate, but this man comes close. His heart longs for many things, but what he wants most is to hold his daughter close. He cannot blame her for all his pain, cannot turn his love to hate. Cannot stop missing the wilds.

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iamapoopmuffin · 3 years

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For anyone who cares, I made some base info files for my Nanbaka OCs after joining the fan Discord because they were very encouraging over there when it came to OCs. It’s really just the most basic things about them, plus additional info where there is any (the blank additional infos may be added to eventually, depending on OC discussions I get into with friends). This one is guards only. I might not get the inmates or civilians done tbh (I included criminal charges for the inmates and I only have like 4 of them decided) but for my very nice friends, here you go!

Friedrich ‘Freddy’ Albtraum

Theme: Horror Movies

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Nationality: German

Height: 6′2

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info: Facial scars. Freddy is specifically inspired physically by Freddy Kruger and The Phantom of the Opera.

Inyoka Atherisi

Theme: Bush Viper

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Angolan

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Pink, purple and yellow

Eye Colour: Emerald Green

Occupation: Guard

Building: 3

Additional Info: Born into crimelord family, disowned and disinherited when it was discovered he planned to betray them to the authorities, he was left on the run and struggling to survive for several years. Became a guard with minimal prior education. Has two elder siblings (Nakahi and Maciji) and two younger (Ular and Noha). All their names mean snake. Currently lives in Japan under the status of a long-term resident following an asylum claim at age 17.

Torney Barnes

Theme: Owl

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Nationality: English

Height: 5′11

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Brown and white

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 4

Additional Info: Engaged to be married, expecting a child. Child will be named Sova.

Midrab Chauve-Souris

Theme: Livingstone Fruit Bat

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Nationality: Comoran

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Red and orange

Occupation: Guard

Building: 12

Additional Info: Raised in a society that looked down on his family situation and physical appearance. Was bullied at school and was one of the victims abducted by a serial killer, but was one of the victims still alive when the killer was caught and arrested. Lived in a small and angry village, a good hour by bike from his school.

Giuliette Cirilli

Theme: Steel

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Nationality: Italian

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info: May have feelings for a canon character.

George Ctesias

Theme: Unicorn

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Nationality: Scottish

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: White

Eye Colour: Silver

Occupation: Guard, former deputy supervisor

Building: 1, formerly 3

Additional Info: His wife (Wambui) and children (Andrew and Doris) were killed by members of the Atherisi crime family when Wambui’s meddling made her a potential threat. He strongly dislikes Inyoka.

Adelie DeVito

Theme: Penguin

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Nationality: American

Height: 4′10

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and orance

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 7

Additional Info: Adelie’s left leg is prosthetic. Adelie is married with children. His wife’s name is Anastasia, and his children are Audrina, Apollo (twins) and Avis. From Alaska.

Kodiak Dodici

Theme: Kodiak Bear

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Nationality: American

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 12

Additional Info: From Alaska.

Octavius ‘Tavvi’ Galerella

Theme: Mongoose

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Nationality: American

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Dirty blond

Eye Colour: Golden-yellow

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info: Tavvi has grown up fighting and competing for attention and approval. His parents put pressure on him and his brothers to be the best of the best in their fields of work. Tavvi has seven elder brothers (Penrose, Neil, Maximilian, Bogart, Lewis, Grayson and Phoebus), all of whom are considered to be greatly talented, or at least compared to him, according to his parents. From Hawaii. Gets on poorly with all the snake guards.

K. Kachi Gigseol

Theme: Magpie

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Nationality: Korean

Height: 5′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Black and white

Eye Colour: Purple

Occupation: Educational officer

Building: 3

Additional Info: An orphan. Helps look after his sick and disabled brother, Magwi, when he’s home. His income from Nanba is the only income the family has, so he cannot afford to find a job closer to home. Has feelings for Dan-Su.

Kujito Hachimori

Theme: Peacock

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Blue and green

Eye Colour: Green

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 8

Additional Info: Later arrested for sexual assault and interned in the underground cells.

Hachiko Haibu

Theme: Bee

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and yellow

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info:

Ruth Handley

Theme: None

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: American

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Yellow

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 5

Additional Info: Attracted to one of the guards at the men’s prison. Ruth is my only USA guard whose home state is unknown.

Rob Homaru

Theme: Lobster

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 10

Additional Info: Burns easily in the sun.

Meigui Huaban

Theme: Nature, flowers

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: Chinese

Height:

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Pink and spring green

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info: Has the feelings for a canon character.

Kijanka Jedenlilia

Theme: Tadpole

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Polish

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Grey-blue

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 1

Additional Info: Has an older brother, Zada. Recently married to Simone, who he met during their time as guards or trainees. Developed phobia of crossing over water during their honeymoon.

Simone Jedenlilia

Theme: Salmon

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Nationality: English

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Pink and orange

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 1

Additional Info: Recently married to Kijanka, who she met during their time as guards or trainees. Maiden name is Ghoti.

Zada Jedenlilia

Theme: Frog

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Nationality: Polish

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Green, lime-yellow, light brown

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 10

Additional Info: Kijanka’s elder brother. Zada has a birthmark on his forehead, to the left, and at the bottom of his mouth. He used to take part in jumping and sprinting events for his country for the Olympics. He earned at least one medal, but never gold. Also he likes chocolate.

Bruce Kang

Theme: Kangaroo

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: Australian

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 5

Additional Info:

Kamita Kazechi

Theme: Weasel, Kamaitachi

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Orange

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 9

Additional Info: Uses a chain scythe as a weapon, can create wind blasts with the movement.

Silence Le Blanc

Theme: Mouse

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: French

Height: 5′6

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: White, brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Guard

Building: 1

Additional Info: Best friends with Leon.

Lei Liao

Theme: Mysticism, crystals

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Purple, blue

Eye Colour: Grey

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info:

Shetland MacNiuma

Theme: Shetland Pony

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Scottish

Height: 5′3

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Platinum blond

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 2

Additional Info: Shetland has vitiligo. He is able to play the bagpipes. His favourite song is Toxic by Britney Spears.

Tanuki Matsuyama

Theme: Tanuki, raccoon

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′8

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Blonde, brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 9

Additional Info: Also probably has the feelings for a canon dude because I have no self control.

Kurage Nomura

Theme: Jellyfish

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Purple, blue, pink

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 9

Additional Info: Loves gardening, gives names to his plants. Carries a taser. Hates everyone, very anti-social.

Roheline Palveta

Theme: Praying Mantis

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Nationality: Croatian

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Green

Eye Colour: Hazel

Occupation: Guard

Building: 8

Additional Info: Pregnant widow. Likes to hug. Brother in law killed her husband, Lusk. Baby shall be named Branimira. Often found on the ceiling. Likes to hug. Trust me, that’s important enough to mention twice.

Kameron Parson

Theme: Chameleon

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Nationality: Malagasy

Height: 5′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Blue, green, orange

Eye Colour: Green

Occupation: Guard

Building: 7

Additional Info: One of those people who accidentally scares the shit out of people because they don’t notice him.

Leon Prideaux

Theme: Lion

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: French

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Gold

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 2

Additional Info: Best friends with Silence.

Ares Provato

Theme: Lamb

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nationality: Greek

Height: 5′11

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: White

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Guard

Building: 9

Additional Info: Tends to bully his colleague, Sam. Considers Kurage his best friend.

Dan-Su Qiangda

Theme: Panda

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 4′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and white

Eye Colour: Bamboo green

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 13

Additional Info: Can kick the ass of any of my male guards no problem. (I love the trope of tiny but powerful I’m sorry). Always has at least one black eye. Has feelings for Kachi.

Florentino Rosewater

Theme: Flamingo

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality: Italian

Height: 5′7

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Pink

Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Guard

Building: 3

Additional Info: Falls for any and every scam.

Gerry Rothschild

Theme: Giraffe

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Nationality: Chadian

Height: 7′3

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Yellow and brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 11

Additional Info:

Merlin Scarlet

Theme: Parrot

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Nationality: Australian

Height: 6′1

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Red, green, blue, black

Eye Colour: Orange

Occupation: Guard

Building: 11

Additional Info:

Hesper Seltii

Theme: Tarantula

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Nationality: Brazilian

Height: 6′0

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 8

Additional Info:

Sam Serket

Theme: Scorpion

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Nationality: German-Egyptian

Height: 5′5

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Sand-brown

Occupation: Rookie guard, later medical officer

Building: 9, later central

Additional Info: Single father to a 1-year old named Lazuli. His parents look after her while Sam is working since as far as he knows, there’s no staff creche at Nanba.

Shu Shisan

Theme: Rat

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Nationality: Chinese

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Red

Occupation: Rookie Guard

Building: 13

Additional Info: Gets easily flustered around attractive people. May have feelings for Seitarou, but if anyone who hates OC/Canon couples asks, he has feelings for Silence.

Kakashi Sutenoya

Theme: Scarecrow

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Nationality: Japanese

Height: 5′4

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Straw yellow

Eye Colour: Purple

Occupation: Guard

Building: 6

Additional Info:

Mateo Torojo

Theme: Bull

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Nationality: Spanish

Height: 6′3

Blood Type: AB

Hair Colour: Brown and gold

Eye Colour: Gold

Occupation: Guard

Building: 4

Additional Info: Very shy.

Keikilani Umikumakahi

Theme: Nature, greenery

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Nationality: American

Height: 5′5

Blood Type: O

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Pink

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 11

Additional Info: From Hawaii. Also has feels for a canon character from the men’s prison oops.

Marus van der Zee

Theme: Walrus

Gender: Male

Age: 58

Nationality: Dutch

Height: 6′10

Blood Type: B

Hair Colour: Grey

Eye Colour: Unknown

Occupation: Guard

Building: 13

Additional Info: Has a loving husband, Ivan, and a daughter, Annika. Happy family. (Ivan and Annika both belong to other people.) Would usually be drawn with his eyes closed, hence the unknown for the colour.

Violine Vixamar

Theme: None

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: Haitian

Height: 5′3

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: Black and gold

Eye Colour: Gold

Occupation: Deputy Supervisor

Building: 5

Additional Info: May have feelings for one of the men’s prison guards.

Zecora Zweilous

Theme: Zebra

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Nationality: German

Height: 5′9

Blood Type: A

Hair Colour: White and Black

Eye Colour: Silver

Occupation: Supervisor

Building: 2

Additional Info:

#nanbaka oc #All of them #please don't kill me

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is the Sly Cooper series misogynistic?

is it though?? throughout the series, we only have six major female characters (seven if we count Jing King): Carmelita, Mz Ruby, Neyla, the Contessa, Penelope and Henriette. that’s it, we’re not given anything else to work with. maybe i’m being a bit harsh by asking if it’s ‘misogynistic’ but you know what i’m getting at. there’s not enough female representation, that’s for sure. but from the few female characters we get, are we satisfied?

let’s talk about Carmelita. she’s a fucking powerhouse who also accepts help when needed. she’s not a flawless female, but she’s not a mean old witch either. she’s a well-written female character unfortunately stuck in a Romeo and Juliet type of plot. but it works. her constant interference in the story is at times the only female thing about the series, and we all love her (if you don’t love her unfollow me and block me). i’ve mentioned before that Sly and Carmelita are one of the few straight couples that don’t seem cheesy, forced, etc. we’re actually rooting for them to get together because, (a) Sly isn’t the stereotypical dude even though his flirty lines are extremely that dude-ish, and (b) he wants what’s best for Carmelita, and doesn’t undercut her as a female. he wants her because she’s a strong woman, because of the adrenaline rush she gives him when she chases after him. he doesn’t want her because she’s beautiful, hot, a woman; he wants her for what she is and for what she stands for, for what successful career she has and for what she means to him.

and then i thought about how Sly’s relationship with Carmelita might seem misogynist in that she becomes his subordinate... here’s the thing: we never actually see them together as a couple. Sly 3 ends there and the rest is left up to our imagination. Sly is kind of a jackass for letting her believe he has amnesia, but ignorance is bliss...? either way, in order for Carmelita to become his subordinate, she would have to be his superior in the first place, and i don’t think that’s the case. i think they are equals, on opposite sides of the law. they are both honourable and morally good, but they are fighting for different causes (when not uniting for the greater good) and have different aims and purposes. as the story progresses throughout all three games, Carmelita becomes more and more of an independent woman and character, escaping the confines of ‘romantic interest’. in Sly 1 she starts off as that annoying cop which Sly blatantly gets rid of in very questionable ways (sending her flying on a huge balloon, demolishing the huge dragon she’s standing on), but by the end of the trilogy she’s the one who smashes Clockwerk’s hate chip and she’s the one who comes to Sly’s rescue when trapped by Dr M. even if they get together, she’s still his equal. she doesn’t change for Sly, she’s still the feisty. hot-headed cop-lady, but she also has every right to fall for her target. she’s not undermined in any way.

let’s move on to a wider scope. i know that ‘women in professions’ is so 80s conservative US, but it shouldn’t be overlooked that almost all the women in the series are absolute pros at what they do. Carmelita is a top Interpol inspector, Neyla gets promoted to captain whilst being a criminal mastermind, the Contessa is a respected prison warden and “psychiatrist”, Penelope is a tech genius, and Henriette is a master thief (Mz Ruby... she’s doing her own thing). but at the same time, they’re not polished idolatry characters. when not chasing after the raccoon, Carmelita likes to read, listen to music and visit art galleries: things that ground and humanise her. Penelope is also presented in such a light, by having her be as much a nerd as Bentley, uploading a fake avi online, etc. having the two heroines interact with other characters also helps them break out of the ‘romantic interest’ mould. i’m thinking of the Penelope x Murray x Panda King dynamic, or when Carmelita abducts Murray. on the other side, we have female villains that outsmart everyone. the Contessa pretends to work for Interpol, when in reality she’s a member of the Klaww Gang, whereas Neyla manages to scam the Cooper Gang, Interpol and the Klaww Gang.

Sly 3 really set out to change some things. two new female characters were introduced (both bearing story arcs that had to do with sexuality), whilst Carmelita became a playable character. let’s analyse: first off, Carmelita as a playable character. although her gameplay was scarce, SP managed to leave an impression by making her a total force to be reckoned with. the shock pistol would burn the guards to a crisp with just a few hits, and the super jump was everything Sly never was, never could be. the missions were also memorable and very fun (the Muggshot bossfight, Turf War! and A Battery of Peril). and then we were introduced to Penelope, the first female gang member. sure, she added necessary diversity to the Cooper gang, but the focal point here is her storyline. dressing up as a male because no one would take her seriously otherwise? hmm... seems as if SP did some self-reflecting when writing the plot for Sly 3. dawning the persona of the Black Baron not only made her a tragic character, but it also helped push the game’s thematic depth (?) even further. lastly, Jing King might not have been a major character (we never even saw her face ffs), but her story arc was extremely impactful. subtle reminder: forced marriage. making her faceless might have made her seem like less of a victim and made Tsao seem like more of a monster, but the forced marriage was still there. then there’s also the innuendo of him being a huge cock, so... anyway, the Cooper gang rescuing Jing King and preventing the wedding, but also Carmelita being the one who puts an end to Tsao’s misogynistic she’s a woman! she doesn’t know up from down bullshit, is all SP needed to do. verdict: Sly 3 added the female diversity and empowerment the series was in desperate need of.

i don’t think the series is misogynistic btw. i just think it lacks diversity. i think it has well-written female characters and what really saves it from coming off as misogynistic is the variety. there’s a variety of women here, each one standing for something different. i mean... what else do y’all want?

#i'm expecting a 'Sanzaru had Ms Decibel and a female guard!!' reply...#my film course is doing wonders by having me put the series in perspective and i honestly love that for me #sly cooper

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jabbers-written-world · 4 years

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Jabber’s Writings

Blossoms of the Heart

All right, ladies and gents and nonbinary friends! As it stands, I am currently beginning work on a novel series called Blossoms of the Heart. I don’t know how many books will be in the series. I don’t know how many of you will be interested. I don’t even know how this series will end! But guess what. That’s where you guys come in.

Blossoms of the Heart is planned to be a series of novels surrounding the female lead. Princess Alyria of Belanor. She is nineteen years old, and her father King Aldric has sent her to live at the secluded family estate, far away from the castle. Now, you may be wondering why he would send his daughter away. Is there a threat? Did she anger him in some way? Perhaps he’s ashamed of her behavior? None of these, my friends. The plot here is something far more interesting and exciting.

King Aldric has sent Princess Alyria to live in the family estate, alongside fifty young men all vying for her hand in marriage. Yes, that’s right. King Aldric has sent his daughter to live with her suitors, for as long as it takes for her to finally choose a husband. Now, this may seem like unfair treatment, to leave his daughter alone with fifty young men all competing for her. It even seems like it could be dangerous. So many possibilities for what may happen if these gentlemen are left unchecked, with only the princess.

Well, that’s just it. Alyria has insisted to her father that she would rather marry for love, than just for politics or because she’s told to do so. So, he is letting her make her own choices, and get to know these young men on her own, so that she may possibly fall in love with one of them, and finally take a husband. To protect their family line, and so that he no longer has to worry about what will happen to their kingdom when he is no longer there.

Oh, and don’t worry. She isn’t left alone with just her suitors. She has all of her most trusted attendants and staff right alongside her as well. All of these individuals are present for her protection, her support, and to ensure she is well taken care of while she is away from the castle. All of them as well, are people her father trusts most with his daughter’s well-being. And they are as follows:

Harrison, her direct attendant and confidant, as of the last seven years. He is elusive, and hardly shows his true feelings, but he is the most capable individual of all the staff present. In a test years ago to earn a place attending to royalty, as is Belanorian custom, there was no one who could compete with this man.

Devon, her favorite cook who has a mysterious way of knowing all that goes on around him, despite rarely leaving the kitchens. He’s a riddle, inside a puzzle, wrapped in a mystery and bound in an enigma. He tends to keep to himself and not cause much trouble, but there are others who seem to want to cause trouble with him.

Elias, the groundskeeper she adores dearly and who manages the horses, though for some unknown reason he doesn’t dare enter the estate unless absolutely necessary, and it could be due to what seems like a secret feud between him and Harrison.

Haru, the secondary captain of her father’s guard who she has known since they both were children, and who so often is like an older brother to her, especially in the way he teases her and even perhaps bullies her a little.

Crosjando, the weaponsmaster who has taught her self-defense and genuinely cares for her safety, and who also manages the excess energy of the suitors by keeping them busy in the training yard.

Gintoki, the king’s advisor who has been lent to Alyria in case she may need his input on these matters (don’t worry, he has another he can rely on back at the castle), and while he may be a bit of grump, he is calmed by his cat and does genuinely care about the princess despite his gruff attitude. Though, he too may have a bit of a feud, and his is less than secret.

Rowain, the king’s most loyal soldier who has also been lent to Alyria for her time at the estate. He is bound by an oath of honor and a life debt to serve King Aldric in whatever his wishes may be, and he is genuinely loyal to the man, and to Alyria. He is her greatest asset alongside Harrison and Gintoki.

Vasha, the djinn that was once given to King Aldric as a gift but instead bonded to Alyria and so now follows her everywhere. He’s mischievous and clever, and more than a little prideful, but truth be told, what djinn isn’t? He doesn’t always obey Alyria, and instead prefers to tease her, but she trusts him with everything. More so than anyone else.

And of course, Alyria has a few maids and housekeeping staff around the estate as well. Which is of course beneficial, since her male attendant Harrison cannot accompany her for certain tasks regarding her privacy. It would be far too indecent to have a man assisting the young lady in bathing or changing her clothes. And that is why the female staff are present for such things. Still, they all report to Harrison, as he is head of staff.

Now, that brings us to the suitors. Fifty young men of all sizes and species, and varying ages, and they are all vying for Alyria’s attention. Some are more polite than others, some are crude, some are lords in their own right, others are of the more common people. The king left it all up to Alyria to decide, and so did not discriminate based on class or species, especially considering that Alyria herself is half-fae. That being said, let us discuss these young men. They are as follows:

Adam, the quiet and loner-ish half-Minotaur from Kalein. He is 21 years of age, and due to his Minotaurian heritage, he has been largely discriminated against. Even King Aldric was hesitant to allow him as a suitor, but gave in with only one condition. If Adam could defeat the strongest castle guards in fair combat, then he would be requested to protect Alyria and stay by her side even if he doesn’t win her affections. Adam agreed, and defeated the guards with barely any harm done. Only minor scrapes, and nothing at all that painful. He treated the men with kindness in battle, and intentionally did not hurt them. He only subdued them, and so has been allowed as one of Alyria’s suitors.

Aden, the charitable half-elf from Kalein. 19 years of age, he is genuinely kind-hearted if perhaps just a little reckless at times. But what he lacks in impulse control, he makes up for in generosity and.. perhaps a little too much honesty. It may be a benefit that he’s as straightforward and direct as he is, even when admitting to his feelings, or it may be off-putting and drag him down instead. Aside from that though, Aden is always willing to lend a hand, to anyone who needs it.

Aladi, the enthusiastic Ha’adani tailor with stories to tell. Also 19 years of age, Aladi has an abundance of energy and good cheer, even if there is a hidden darkness behind it. He has his secrets that he’s hiding behind that smile, and it isn’t just that he used to be a thief. Still, he’s kind and always there to help cheer someone up. The problem is that he has fast hands and a fast tongue. So, by the time Alyria or anyone else may have caught up with the conversation, he’s already taken measurements and mentally chosen fabrics.

Alekai, the younger of a pair of half-demon brothers from Tesak. 19 years of age, Alekai can be considered the more mild-mannered and sweet-natured of the two brothers. He’s often the one apologizing for his brother Eivan’s temper, and is more adaptable and not quite so stubborn. Still, he blames himself for the injuries his older brother sustained on his behalf, and if he could turn back time and fix it all, he would. He loves his brother, but he worries that the elder of the two hates him and blames him for all that happened.

Archer, the gluttonous demon monkey from Belanor. Like quite a few of Alyria’s suitors, he is 19 years of age and full of life. He’s stubborn and a bit of a hot-head, and honestly, he thinks more with his stomach than with his head. He’s an honest sort, even if he is a little slow on the uptake from time to time. He loves to eat, and will happily do so all day, but don’t think he can’t defend himself. Oh, and don’t ask why he’s a monkey without a tail, he doesn’t like to talk about that particular incident.

Arten, the chivalrous knight of the Belanorian guard. 23 years of age, and one of the older suitors at the estate, Arten has actually known Alyria, or Lia as he calls her, for a good portion of her life. Orphaned at a young age when his parents were killed by undead, Arten trained to become stronger and specifically, to fight the undead. When he was sixteen, he offered his services to King Aldric, who.. at first didn’t take him seriously. But when a roaming skeleton attacked the king while out on a hunt, and the creature was quickly dispatched by Arten, King Aldric gave the young man a high honor, and of course made him a member of the guard.

Avis, the ever-praised phoenix of Ha’adan. 21 years of age, and raised as a god. Avis knows he isn’t truly a god, but all he has ever known was growing up in a shrine in Ha’adan, and told he was their god. He has no knowledge of where he really came from, but he knows he isn’t of Ha’adani heritage. Recently, he left the shrine to venture out on a sort of pilgrimage to hopefully find answers, though he is a bit shy when meeting new people. However, while roaming Belanor, he took one look at Aurelia and was infatuated.

Balthazar, the gentleman dragon of Belanor’s seaside. 19 years of age, Balthazar comes from a long line of dragon chieftains, but he was separated at a young age from his clan and instead found himself washed up on the shore of an abandoned shipyard. He has tried over the years to find his clan again, only to learn in recent years that they had all been slaughtered. So he is the last in his line, and it is up to him to carry on their heritage. Upon discovering he was the only one left, Balthazar at first attempted to throw himself into the sea in a fit of despair, but he was rescued by an avian Beast named Marius. The two have been friends ever since, though Marius may deny it. Still, Balthazar knows. They are definitely friends.

Bartleby, the feral but friendly Beast of Belanor. 21 years of age, Bartleby used to be a pirate plundering ships on the high seas. It was a good life for him, but it wasn’t meant to last. A wild storm, coupled by an attack from a serpentine sea beast, and Bartleby washed up near-dead on the shores near the shipyard that had by then become a permanent home to Balthazar and Marius. And with Balthazar’s soft spot for broken things and people, the bear-like Beast was nursed back to health. But no sooner had he recovered and gotten back on his feet, when he was abruptly arrested and thrown in prison for his crimes against the Belanor Empire. He was set for the gallows, soon to be hanged until dead, when Balthazar once again came to his rescue. To this day, he still doesn’t know how the dragon pulled it off, but now he is utterly devoted and loyal, and where Balthazar goes, Bartleby goes.

Blaine, the not-so-angelic angel from Oslana. 18 years of age, and with a bad attitude for the record books. Blaine is far from being the most angelic of angels, and his black wings have nothing to do with it. For one thing, he actually can’t fly. His wings were badly broken when he was a child, and never quite healed the same. But the fisherman who raised him has always done his best. However, now that there’s a dire shortage in Oslana, Blaine has reluctantly come to Belanor to ask for aid. Though, he has yet to actually ask for it. Instead, he set himself as one of Alyria’s suitors, perhaps to gain her assistance first before discussing the problem with her father.

Caine, the blinded serpentine blacksmith of Ha’adani heritage. 20 years of age, Caine has only live in Belanor for the last five years. Before that, he spent much of his life in slavery in the deserts of Ha’adan. He was born to a slave mother, and so has never known freedom until he escaped while in transit to a new master. Surviving on his own has always been difficult, after he was blinded at the age of two, but for a naga at the size he is now, it’s gotten even harder. Still, he made his way to Belanor, and found work for himself as a blacksmith. But when he heard of the call for suitors, well.. he figured why not give it a try.

Cale, the young lord from Oslana. 19 years of age, Cale does his best to be a kind and forgiving person, but he does have a bit of a stubborn streak. So while he is always willing to help out, he may have his own opinions about how things should be done. And he will stick to them. Now, of course his father sent him to court the princess of Belanor, simply for the money and political power that could be gained from the union. Cale, however, has his own reasons for courting Princess Alyria, and his are genuine and honest, and only for the sake of love.

Dantalion, a demonic prince of Belanor with a darkened past. 22 years of age, Dantalion is polite and charismatic, but his life hasn’t really been quite as charmed as a prince’s should be. But of course, demonic politics are those of a separate realm, and so may not always be acknowledged by those living across the veil. Summoned by a warlock and bound to the man, forced to call him ‘master’, Dantalion has been wretchedly abused for years. Only recently was he finally able to escape, and he ran straight to the king, setting himself as a suitor to the princess, citing his own nobility as the prince he truly is, and if all goes well, the warlock who he is still bound to will be dealt with, and he can truly be free again.

Dezimir, a flirtatious Pennari from Roveska. 19 years of age, and very confident in himself. Not many know what a Pennari is, as they are only found in Roveska and some small islands off the coast of Kalein. They are unusual to say the least, and could even be mistaken for elves. Except.. for the tail. And the fact that they tend to be a little broader and even more lanky than elves. The species runs to tallness, and has one very particular trait that is genetic to the breed. Addiction. But not quite in the way anyone might think. Pennari are often more likely to be addicted to an activity, rather than substance. And Dezimir is no exception. His addiction is somewhat more lewd than he probably should ever admit in front of the king, but at least it boosts his confidence. And his flirtatious charisma. But everyone should be careful if he is forced to go too long without tending to that addiction.. Because he can, and will, turn dangerously feral and could cause serious harm, only by pure instinct and a genetic code in his very existence.

Eivan, the elder brother of the pair from Tesak. 21 years of age, Eivan is stubborn and has a very short temper. Also, it probably doesn’t help that he’s actually shorter than his younger brother. And the fact they’re both half-demons certainly doesn’t do him any favors either. Still, he would do everything in his power to protect his brother from any harm that may come to him. And the proof is in the prosthetic arm and leg he has, from an incident in which he defended his brother from being attacked by a monstrous beast. And now, in recent years, he and Alekai have been forced to flee their home, and they settled in Belanor, trying to start their lives over again. And now, hearing the call for suitors, they’ve realized there may be something they can do, for all those like them.

Elliot, the Doomwood mage of Belanor. Everyone knows Doomwood Forest is a place of nightmares, but the people who live there either had no choice, or they settled there to protect the rest of the kingdom. To keep the monsters at bay in the forest and prevent them from spreading across the rest of the kingdom. Elliot is one of those people. Training as a mage, he does what he can to keep the spectres and ghasts and undead, and all manner of monsters from leaving Doomwood. But he’s still training, only 18 years of age, and all he could do for now was to cast a barrier spell over his hometown, hoping that it’ll defend them, and keeping the monsters interested long enough that he can get help, and better training in the capital city. However, his plan was somewhat derailed as he developed a crush on the princess, and so now is among her suitors trying to win her affections.

Ferrin, the half-fae swordsman of Oslana. 19 years of age, Ferrin is not quite all he seems to be. At the surface, he is stubborn, blunt, and confident, even occasionally a bit too confident. But he does know when to back down and when to shut his mouth. He’s not the idiot he occasionally pretends to be, and he is loyal to those who earn it. He appears as a wandering swordsman, roaming the land with no ties to anyone. But that is far from his real story. Truth be told, Ferrin is actually a prince among Fae, but being that he was only half-blood, he was deemed unfit to ever inherit the throne, and was cast out, his memory of his heritage erased. He feels drawn to Princess Alyria, though, like she might have the answers to fill in the blanks he can’t remember.

Ferris, the boisterous Kaleini pirate of the high seas. 20 years of age, and already captain. Ferris started out as a cabin boy, and worked his way up the ranks faster than anyone had ever seen. And when the previous captain was lost to a sea monster attack, the crew was left without a leader. And they chose Ferris. Even men older than him who may have deserved the position in their own right, chose the wild and adventurous young man to lead them to glory. Which worked out for the better, seeing as he lost a leg in that same attack, now living with a prosthetic in its place. He’s been captain for four years now, and now he’s suitor to the princess, alongside two other members of his crew.

Garrick, the second-sighted scaredy-cat from Doomwood Forest. 20 years of age, Garrick has a gentle and kind heart and he’s even perhaps protective of those who need him to be, but he’s also so easily frightened that he may even burst into tears if he’s scared badly enough. Like Elliot and Arten, Garrick comes from Doomwood Forest, born in one of the two known towns in the woods. But he wasn’t born like the others. They can see the physical monsters, and perhaps they know of the rest. But Garrick can see it all. Spectres, ghasts, spirits and all other creatures otherwise unseen. As a young child, he watched his family get carried off by spectres and dragged deep into the woods, never to be heard from again, except for the occasional lingering screams. He has recently come to King Aldric for help, but was distracted as he found himself infatuated with the princess, and just seeing her made him forget his fear, if only for a while.

Geilver, the second son of a Belanorian lord. He was not the one who was intended to be suitor to the princess. His elder brother was the one their father would rather have sent, but as the elder of the two happened to be away on an overseas journey, Geilver was instead the one sent to court Princess Alyria. He is 21 years of age, and is actually rather overconfident, even perhaps to the point of mild narcissism. And he likes to talk, especially about himself. Still, underneath all of that bravado, is an uncertain young man who is deeply loyal to his brother and would like to see him home safely. His father sent him as a suitor for the politics of the affair, but Geilver just isn’t interested in that side of it.

Ifari, the mysterious fae of Ha’adan. His age is a mystery, and really all that is known is his species and his gender. Very few have even seen more than his eyes, his face usually covered by a cloth mask. He is actually the advisor to Prince Rukh, and followed him to this whole affair if only to keep the poor-tempered prince in check. But.. now he too has made his own decision to court the princess. And no one knows what reason he may have for it.

Karval, the foul-mouthed troll from Teris. 16 years of age and the youngest of all the suitors, Karval fled his home country and didn’t stop running until he collapsed in Belanor. His breed of troll is unique only to Teris, and they are hunted for sport, like they are no more than animals. Karval lost his parents to hunters at a young age, and was forced to survive on his own, dodging all manner of dangerous people and animals. He has had a few close calls though, and even he feels it’s a miracle he’s even alive today. Nursed back to health by a kind Belanorian duchess, she has more or less adopted him as her unofficial son, so to speak, and it was she who sent him to court the princess, telling him that if he can gain influence with the royal family, he may be able to use it to change the way things are for his people.

Kin, the devilishly clever kitsune mercenary from Koshima. 21 years of age, Kin is a mercenary who was hired by a lord in Belanor to guard his home and possessions. However, the lord thought little of him, and refused to pay Kin what the job was truly worth, instead only offering the barest of bare minimums. Offended by the man’s rudeness, a state no one should ever want a kitsune to be, Kin simply left the man to fend for himself, instead roaming the kingdom looking for work that would actually pay. When he heard of the call for suitors to the princess, he joined among them. For even if he isn’t chosen, he may still offer his services to protect the royal family.

Lowell, Belanor’s free-spirited bookkeeper. 19 years of age, and.. only technically a bookkeeper. Truthfully, he’s the old man’s apprentice, and he’s easily distracted from his real work. It’s that that led him to become a suitor to the princess, believing in his own charms to help win her over. However, his teacher almost didn’t allow him to do so, reminding him that their work was far more important. But, after some persuasion, they came to an agreement. If Lowell does not succeed in this endeavor, then he will return to his duties with renewed diligence and will never stray again.

Lyric, the patient and watchful nymph from Umai. 18 years of age, Lyric is a lotus nymph who grew up in the lotus ponds and the shade of their trees, in a monks’ temple in Umai. While he isn’t actually a monk, he enjoys their companionship and finds comfort in following their teachings, and joining them in meditation and prayer. They are his family, and he is their beloved lotus child. It was they who sent him on his worldly journey when he was of age, as all monks must do, and that was how he discovered the princess and her father’s call for suitors. But he has to be careful. As a nymph, he can’t venture too far from his source without risking his life, and so to travel, he carries a piece of home with him. A lotus seed, tucked carefully in his pocket. But he may die if that seed gets lost, so he needs to watch his possessions wisely.

Marius, the wild and aggressive avian Beast of Belanor’s shores. 21 years of age, Marius has a foul temper and an even fouler attitude. He’s not fond of most people, and usually minds his own business, acting as lookout around the shipyard and guarding Balthazar from harm. Together, the two of them fixed up the yard and made it livable, even perhaps functional as a proper cargo dock too. Except Marius’ attitude does tend to scare away potential customers. However, he has his reasons for being aggressive, though he won’t speak about it to anyone.

He was once a brawler in the arenas, enslaved in the underbelly of Belanor’s darker districts. He was forced to fight for his life, and was the reigning champion for quite a while before he was finally defeated, and tossed to the streets, left to die from his wounds. However, he was found by an old man called Magnus, who returned him back to proper health, and taught him how to work in the shipyard. But when Magnus was killed in an attack from raiders, the loss shattered Marius. He became foul-tempered and bitter, and he returned to the arenas with a renewed vengeance. But he wasn’t a slave this time. He was free to come and go. And he did leave after a while, only to return to the shipyard on a whim, and that is when he saw Balthazar, and made his own private oath to always protect him no matter what. So now he’s followed him all the way to become a suitor to the princess. Go figure.

Mikhael, Oslana’s feline farm boy. 22 years of age, Mikhael is generally friendly, though he can occasionally come across as rather forceful and aggressive, being rather loud on occasion and bearing a pretty bad temper. Sometimes that temper causes him to storm off in a fit of rage, especially if he has repeatedly failed at a task. He can be kind, however, and also has a great sense of humor. Which, actually helps considering his start in the world. Abandoned as an infant one stormy night, he spent the entire night in the rain, shivering and hungry, only to be found the next morning by a farmer and his wife. They quickly adopted the young feline Beast, and raised him as if he were their own. Now he’s a grown adult, and he does well in keeping pests out of the barn, and works hard to help his father tending the fields. But.. Well, he isn’t entirely sure how he ended up as a suitor to the princess of Belanor, but that isn’t to say he entirely minds.

Montague, the cursed son of a Belanorian lord. 17 years of age, Montague was probably not his father’s first choice to send as suitor to the princess. But, similar to Geilver’s situation, his older brother was not available as an option. So, the lord sent his unfortunately cursed son. Montague was cursed as a young child, after he managed to offend a witch living in the woods. Now, when he gets too excited or angry, or is incapacited and weak, Montague transforms into a river otter, and he has no control over doing so. Only time will tell how this will work out. But at least he’s a friendly sort.

Nathan, the feline member of Kalein’s pirate crew. 20 years of age, clever and quick on his feet, Nathan is never short of something to say, and he certainly puts on a show of confidence. Of course.. That confidence is mostly fake. He has been on the pirate ship he calls home since he was two years old, and has actually never set foot on land. This is uncharted territory now, and he has no idea what he’s doing. He just followed his captain, and may or may not have taken interest in the princess himself as well. But.. hopefully at least Ferris knows what he’s doing.

Niklaus, Roveska’s best kept secret. His age is a mystery at this point, even to him. But he is more than certainly a gentleman, polite and mostly keeping to himself, except to restlessly roam the halls at night. However, to those he does encounter in the night, and in the moments around dawn and dusk, he is charming and dignified. He became Princess Alyria’s choice of his own accord, and perhaps simply out of curiosity, but truth be told.. He hasn’t done this sort of thing in 200 years. Niklaus is a vampire, and one of the oldest still existing in Roveska. After a storm of raids on vampire castles, the slaughter of many by overconfident vampire hunters, Niklaus and a few others are now kept secret under the protection of the Roveski government. But.. Niklaus apparently no longer wants to stay in hiding.

Nora, the dragon bookworm from Teris. 18 years of age, and with quite a story to tell, Nora is one of only a few on the outside now that is privy to one of Teris’ darker secrets. While things may seem rather pleasant on the surface, at least if you aren’t a Terisian troll, underneath all that charm and political majesty, there are prison camps in Teris, where the Crowned Prince or.. someone who may simply look eerily like him, has been throwing all those who he disagrees with or simply dislikes. Until a few months ago, Nora was trapped in one of those camps, until he and three others managed to escape. The rest have gone into hiding, but Nora is looking for help. Setting himself as suitor to Belanor’s princess, this may be the most strategic opportunity to gain aid from Belanor.

Orson, the wild and untamed bear warrior of Belanor’s forests. 22 years of age, and barely more than a feral animal, Orson comes across unfortunately rather aggressive, pushing and generally being a rather physical individual, he is actually rather sweet and loving, but.. Well, he comes by it honestly. He was abandoned in the woods as an infant and expected to be eaten. However, instead of devouring the human child, a mother bear who had recently had her own cubs simply adopted him and raised him like her own. So Orson was raised in the woods by a bear, and as such is the case, he’s unfortunately rather disconnected with civilized society and is easily confused. No one is sure how he got the approval of the king, but having recently ventured into town, Orson has become suitor to the princess, largely due to an interest in learning human courtship, and curiosity about her as well.

Pallum, the winged loudmouth of Kalein’s plundering pirates. 18 years of age, Pallum generally comes across as a very angry bird. He has a quick temper, and he’s very loud and aggressive when he’s upset, but he can be calmed as easily as he’s angered. This little harpy has a lot to compensate for though, considering he’s a runt. As such is the case, many adult harpies in his clan tried to simply kill him, seeing him as useless because he was so small. However, Pallum survived every attempt on his life, until he was simply exiled instead. And that was how he made himself at home in the crow’s nest of a pirate ship, and quickly earned his place as the barrelman. And now that his captain and another member of the crew decided to court the princess of Belanor, that’s what he’s going to do too.

Pteryn, the littlest angel in Belanor. 17 years of age, and largely considered a runt among angels, he’s determined to prove all those who doubt him wrong. He’s stubborn, and a little bit naive, but he has a kind heart and is always willing to help. He is just as trained in combat as any other angel his age, even if they might have tried to stop him from training at all. And now he has pledged his life to King Aldric, in addition to becoming a suitor to the princess. All to prove himself just as strong as any other.

Rai, Oslana’s wandering warrior of the demon sword. He is 19 years of age, and he was human once.. But he has since become a demon of rage and hate. He comes across as cold and unfeeling at first, but he is actually surprisingly agreeable, and even friendly. Perhaps a little forceful with his friendliness, but it is only because most of his emotions have been suppressed by his sword. He gets easily frustrated, or angered. Most of what he can feel is anger in some form or another. Still, he is usually understanding if what aggravated him was an accident. But beware if he is intentionally crossed, for he will be on a very dangerous warpath.

He has been an orphan as long as he can remember, alongside his younger sister, and together the two of them struggled to survive on the streets. At least, until they were called before the Prime Minister. They hoped that perhaps they would be saved, and something would be done for the starving children in the streets. But they should not have hoped at all. His sister died only a few weeks later, and Rai barely made it out with his life, only to find his way to an old and long-forgotten battlefield.. Where he found the Azel Sword. He took hold of the weapon, and his life was forever changed as he was twisted and warped into something no longer human. He is out for blood now, vengeance for all wrongs that had been done to him. And yet.. Maybe Princess Alyria can soften this tormented soul.

Reiss, Kalein’s most stubborn half-fae. If anyone of these suitors could really be considered a wild child, it’s this 17-year-old. He comes across as rude and even inconsiderate, but truth be told, he doesn’t actually know much of human culture, as much as his family may have tried to teach him. He was orphaned at a young age, and was instead raised by the mountain trolls near Roswater. They tried their best to teach how humans live, and even about fae. But there wasn’t much they really knew either, so it was difficult for him to learn. Instead, he lives as the trolls do, hunting and foraging alongside them, even joining in the occasional playful wrestling match.

Recently though, he has set out from home to venture into the world and learn what he can. Or.. rather what he has interest in, which unfortunately isn’t much that would actually help him in the societies outside his home. But, due to a growing interest in Princess Alyria, perhaps there is some hope for him yet.

Rukh, the winged prince of Ha’adan. While his age is unknown, he has lived much of his life praised and practically worshipped. He is a very rare being himself, named for exactly what he is. A rukh. It is due to his existence being seen as a blessing, that he has known nothing but praise, and so he has turned out rather spoiled, and rude. No one has ever told him ‘no’, and so he has a bit of a foul temper whenever someone tries. Only one person has ever been able to get away with it, and that is his advisor, Ifari. And now, at the suggestion of Ifari, Rukh has left his home in order to learn more of the world, and in doing so, he has insistently set himself as one of Princess Alyria’s suitors.

Sadir, the silent warrior of the Ha’adani deserts. There isn’t much known about Sadir, not even his age. All that is known is that he is a half-demon, and he is a rather reclusive and elusive individual, even with all his curiosity. He typically keeps to himself and very rarely speaks, even when spoken to. He often comes across as somewhat gloomy or melancholy, but if asked, he won’t say much more than that those who come near him will only get hurt. Still, for whatever reason that is known only to him, he has come to play suitor to the princess.

Sindar, the charming Ha’adani sailor of the high seas. 23 years of age, and practically swimming in his own charisma, Sindar is the type of individual many young men dream they could be. He is a man of courage, of charm, and of independence. A free spirit living his life upon the seas, a new adventure has been brought to his attention, by a very particular tailor in the bazaars of Ha’adan. Now, he is a suitor to the princess and ready to sail those uncharted waters.

Sun, Umai’s most mischievous monkey. 19 years of age and ready to face the world, Sun is an energetic young monkey Beast with what he considers a great sense of humor, even if others may disagree. However, beneath his carefree attitude and his penchant for mischief is an anxious and stressed young monkey who would do anything to keep those he cares about safe. Though.. that may be on the more difficult side.

Sun was one of eight children and his life started out happy. Until their town was raided and he and his family were sold into slavery. He put up with years of abuse before he was given a chance to escape. He broke loose, but turned back to save his family too. However, his mother shooed him away, telling him to just run and not to worry about them. If one of them was free, that was all that mattered. So he ran. He ran as far as he could, only stopping to rest when he couldn’t bring himself to go any further. He became a brawler in a few underground arenas to train himself so that he may one day save his family. Now, he’s become a suitor to Princess Alyria, with the hope that she and her father may give him the help he needs.

Taeval, the last of Kalein’s oldest breed of dragons. 20 years of age, and the last of his kind, no one is quite sure where Taeval came from. He is a gentle soul, however, calm and respectful. He is always there to support those who need him, traveling only to learn what he needs to and to help where he is needed, before disappearing again to return somewhere else. However, now something has drawn him to become a suitor to Belanor’s princess, and no one is exactly sure what that might be.

Takhal, the prideful and spoiled Oracle from Ha’adan. 18 years of age, and somewhat of a spoiled brat, Takhal has been praised from his early years and onward, which has led him to be rather arrogant and even childish. He boasts about his accomplishments, and how powerful of an Oracle he is. But.. little does he know, he was kidnapped in infancy as part of a far greater plot. And underneath his bravado as well, is a scared and lonely child. But he saw Princess Alyria in a vision, and now has come to understand why.

Titian, a fierce Norland warrior with a dangerous curse. 21 years of age, and he is already as foul-tempered and bitter as an old man with too many bad memories. But there is a reason for the aggressive way he behaves. Titian is under a curse, and so is possessed by a spirit of anger, turning him into a Berseker. The only emotion he is allowed to feel much of is anger, and so he comes across fairly aggressive and rude.

But the truth is that he’s looking for someone. The man who raised him in place of the parents who bore him. After an attack on their hometown, by soldiers who claimed to be from Belanor, the only father Titian has ever known has disappeared. So now he has come to Belanor, both to seek out his father, and to get vengeance for the attack on his home.

Toris, the sweetheart of Oslana with a dark secret. 21 years of age, and generally rather shy and gentle, Toris seems utterly harmless, and for the most part he is. Except for one tiny detail. He has in fact killed a man. But of course, as with all good murder mysteries, there is more to the story. Toris was a slave for many years, shuffled from one lord to another and to another, and he had even just simply grown used to it. Or at least.. he thought he had. As his last master was dealing out punishment yet again, something inside Toris snapped, and he murdered the man in a fit of rage. Now he has fled to Belanor, and perhaps the princess can find a way to help him.

Vince, Princess Alyria’s oldest friend. 19 years of age, and another one who comes across somewhat aggressive, the truth is that Vince is lonely, and he has a lot of trouble expressing it. But it’s no wonder he is the way he is. His birth was an accident, and his aristocrat mother immediately decided she wanted nothing to do with the half-troll monstrosity she had given birth to. She ordered her servants to get rid of the infant, and they would have.. if they hadn’t fallen in love with him themselves. Still, they knew they couldn’t keep him, and so took him into the forest, giving him to a troll woman who was out foraging for berries.

She gladly took him and raised him as her own in the troll village that was her home. But, despite all the love she offered him, Vince knew he didn’t fit in there. He remained lonely and misplaced, even venturing to the edge of the forest to look upon the estate that belonged to the woman who had given birth to him. Several times when doing so, however, the woman caught sight of him and sent her hounds to chase him off, not even knowing that he was her son.

At some point while he was young, Vince happened to encounter Princess Alyria and her father, and the two have been friends ever since, ultimately growing up with each other. And now that he’s heard King Aldric calling for suitors for Alyria, Vince is determined to win the heart of the only one who ever made him feel like he truly belonged.

Warren, the changeling child that replaced a Belanorian lord’s son. 19 years of age, and a bit pushy and snappish, Warren is a tough nut to crack on occasion. He comes across as rude and self-centered, and is generally fairly difficult to get along with most of the time. But the truth is that he is deeply insecure and very sensitive to insults. While he was raised as the son of a Belanorian lord, the truth is that the real son of the lord was stolen as an infant, and replaced with the changeling child that is Warren.

However, Warren genuinely believes he is the lord’s son. He knows nothing about changelings, and the lord as well is unaware of what Warren is. As such is the case, when Warren’s form shifts even a little, it makes him panic and he believes it’s some strange disease that flares up from time to time. So, he mostly tries to ignore it, and now, of course, he has been sent to court the princess for the sake of politics.

Yukito, the lone warrior from Koshima. He is 21 years of age, and he generally comes across fairly moody and lonerish, even perhaps a little cold and unfriendly. But underneath it, he does actually genuinely care about others and would give his life to protect everyone around him. He is diligent and hard-working, and very loyal despite his grumpy attitude. Whatever drew him to court the princess of Belanor, though, is something only he knows.

Yuri, the Belanorian noble that grew up on the streets. 18 years of age, and fairly confident in himself and even a bit flirtatious, but.. could that be just a front he puts up? Nah, couldn’t be. Or.. could it? Yes, it is. The youngest in a family of ten kids, Yuri was mostly ignored as a child, and so developed a bit of a habit of showing off just for the attention. However, when he was about ten years old, his home was raided and his family scattered. He has no idea where any of them are now, and since then, he grew up mostly on the streets, learning to cheat, gamble, and steal to survive.

He’s been arrested several times for his thefts, somehow managing to talk his way out of most of his possible punishments. Still, he’s stolen a few too many things by now, and was set for execution. Except.. he was recently pardoned by the king, who saw that the young man still had some good in him, and had hope he could be rehabilitated. Now, Yuri has set himself as a suitor to the princess, hoping maybe she’s that rehabilitation the king wants from him.

Zoroaster, the mercenary from Teris. 20 years of age and highly trained with a sword, Zoroaster spent most of his life at sea. He hardly knew his own parents, and was instead raised by a crew of naval warriors from Norland. However, his ship was recently sunk by pirates, killing most of the men on board, and so he has lived ashore in Oslana for the past year. Training himself further in swordsmanship, he is now nearly unrivaled with a blade, and he has come to Belanor now, as suitor to the princess, and to offer his services in her protection.

Zuri, the naive Beast of Ha’adan. 21 years of age, and a member of a rare clan of Beasts known as Bengalit, Zuri is.. Well, he isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, to put it lightly. He’s easily trusting of most people, despite what his best friend Sindar may tell him. He can of course defend himself if things turn out wrong, but he likes to look for the good in everyone, really. He trusts Sindar with his life as well, and will follow him to the ends of the earth, which.. is of course how he became a suitor to Princess Alyria as well.

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