Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Oct 8, 2011 3:54:17 GMT -5
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The Twisted Noble
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The Twisted Noble
You're from a whole other world
You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?
You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?
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Class:
Obviously someone of such grace and high stature could only belong to the class of the City's highest nobility.
Could you really imagine him, the one and only Nicholas Amery Whitestag, doing such low things as sweeping and gaming? How absolutely degrading that would be! And for Heaven’s sake, he had people to do that for him. They had to be paid to do something, non? If he were to do those things, then what purpose would the others have?
To stand around and act as wallflowers or statues?
Besides, could you even comprehend him doing something that puts his life at such risk from outside elements? What would happen if he were to become injured?
Then who could act as the true heir to the Whitestag throne?
And yes, he was already thinking ahead for that event.
Why shouldn’t he?
After all, he needed to take note of those who would cross his path and choose to antagonize him.
Those who claimed that he was wrong would have to be rid off, yes? He was sure of that.
And he knew just the thing to do it.
Species:
Pure human, thank you very much.
Name:
How could you not know who he was? Everyone had to be aware of the identity of the soon-to-be lord of the House. But in case this truly was a hopeless case or you had been living under a rock, he would repeat himself anyway.
Now aren’t you quite the lucky one?
He was Nicholas Amery Whitestag, the next in line for the throne.
So you had better try to get on his good side, lest you want to experience the boy’s wrath.
He wasn’t above using his power for his own sake after all.
Nickname(s):
Die.
No, really.
Just die.
If you actually believed yourself to be of a high enough rank to call or talk to him on familiar terms, you were sadly and gravely mistaken. He would not have any gross disrespect or taint on his birth or family name. You were to address him as Nicholas, Your Majesty, Your Highness, My Lord or anything along those terms.
He would never respond to such terms as Nick, Nicky, or Nini and would sooner have you beheaded before even acknowledging the last.
Birthday:
November 5
Owner:
Owner?
He obviously had no people higher than him.
And he would appreciate you remember that piece of info lest you prefer it taught to you the hard and gruesome way.
He would be happy to avoid things going into that level though.
After all, he wasn’t too interested or enthusiastic at the thought of having to have his clothes cleaned from saliva or blood.
House:
How dare you.
How DARE you not know the heir to the Whitestag throne!
He would have you guillotined!
Flogged with a whip until you bleed!
Thrown into the dungeon to rot away behind musty iron bars!
He would have your house burned down with all its belongings!
Stripped of all your clothes and thrown into the cold frigid snow!
And all of it would be in secrecy.
No one would believe you if you were to say that it was caused by the House of the Whitestag family.
At least, no one would dare.
You would do well to remember the young heir.
His temper was not one to play around with.[/size]
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Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color:
Dark blue to bluish gray.
Of course, not many have a chance to see.
Why?
Because he reacts to anyone who tries to look him in the eye.
Of course, not many have a chance to see.
Why?
Because he reacts to anyone who tries to look him in the eye.
Hair Color:
Blonde.
Height:
About 5'2 or so.
He's average for his height.
He's average for his height.
Weight:
You would die before he gave that info to anyone.
Build:
Being a child, he's not muscular. He has a more feminine build due to his background.
Distinguishing Features:
Why, everything about him was distinguishing. Non?
From his charming young looks to his amazing personality, no one would dare forget the young heir. In fact, no one could even think badly about him! At least, that’s what Nicholas believed was true.
And what did anyone else know?
Like or hate, he did not give a damn.
All he wanted was for you to remember him.
Remember the face that could be your savior
Or the face that could be your demise.
Typical Dress:
Anyway he wanted.
He had options after all.
But generally he preferred the more flashy and eye catching forms of clothing. He was after all the heir. He had to make his presence known in advance.
He had options after all.
But generally he preferred the more flashy and eye catching forms of clothing. He was after all the heir. He had to make his presence known in advance.
Orientation:
He had no time to focus on such idle, temporary things like relationships or romance. What were they really? Mere toys you could play with and discard when you were done? Pawns that you could throw away when grew were bored of them? He didn’t need love for that!
Servants were exactly the same.
He would flirt and manipulate others if he desired.
He did it all the time with the citizens anyway.
He could make it seems like he genuinely cared about them.
Then he would watch as they argue in confusion over the burning remains of their homes if they disobeyed.
He didn’t need love.
He needed obedience.
He didn’t have to be the leader everyone loved and cared for.
He could and would be the leader everyone had grudging respect for.
The leader people were scared of.
The leader that struck panic and fear into the hearts of the people.
And do you know what?
They would never guess it was him.
So maybe he could say he was attracted to no one?
Or maybe he was attracted to someone?
It was none of your concern anyway.
Just pray he didn’t need you anytime soon.
Face claim:Alois Trancy of Kuroshitsuji
Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
PERSONALITY
Age:
He’s 12-years-old but feels that he probably knows more than you ever will.
And boy, will he make you remember it.
And boy, will he make you remember it.
Likes:
[He has a fondness for music.]
[At an early age, he's already fine with the idea of manipulation.]
Nicholas was raised as a noble, which affects his likes and dislikes greatly. He's hard to please and snappish, making it a bit of a chore to impress or keep him content. At a young age he's already perfectly fine with the thought of manipulation, and more than willing to use his skills at it. The boy takes pride in them, just as he takes pride in being the future heir to the throne.
He's also fond of music and enjoys listening to different kinds.
But among all of them though, his favorite would most probably be lullabies. When he was little, he wasn't sure if his parents ever sung him any.
If they did, he didn't remember.
Still, he loves listening to them. And although he'd never admit it, he genuinely feels gratitude to those who take the time to sing him one.
Some people call him an attention whore.
But for him, he just feels that he's meant to be in the spotlight.
Others call him spoiled.
He says that he's persuasive.
Nicholas is the type that likes to have news said about him 24/7. Whether bad or good, he'll take it. If you spread a good rumor about him, he'll probably drop off a few gold coins in front of your yard. But if you say something he finds out of line, prepare to branded a heretic and traitorous scum.
Either way, the boy appreciates the attention.
Dislikes:
[Those who attempt to correct him]
[Conversing with people he feels is lower than him]
[Grime and mud]
To say that Nicholas could be proud was a definite understatement.
The boy refuses to acknowledge those he feels is lower than him and will only in rare occasions even attempt to pay them heed. Normally for that to happen though, you'd have to have something that the boy wants. And for him to go after something, you could tell that it had to be very important to him. He wasn't the type to chase after something without a reason, whether personal or political.
For him to exert the effort to claim something, he'd have to get something out of it in the long-run.
At least that is if he isn't doing something to prove his point.
If one were to correct him, he would probably not take the small 'suggestion' very well. In a best case scenario, he'd brush the impudence aside. In a worst case one...
Well, it's best to keep all your windows closed.
Even if he himself isn't doing anything noticeable, something is probably lurking in the shadows.
He never was one to do his own dirty work.
Aspirations
[Become the Lord of the House]
[Prove to everyone that he's always been correct about the hybrids and other things]
[Find a way to put others in their place without all the physical effort.]
Oh, his goals were quite simple.
For starters, he wants his rightful title.
Yes, mummy and daddy were still alive and breathing. But, one had to think ahead! He needed to finish arranging his plans, desires and so on before the time that they 'bit the bullet'.
If he didn't, how could he be expected to run the throne well?
After all, he was expected to bring to its highest power. And although he could not really care less about how the commoners felt, it would tarnish his reputation dreadfully.
Besides, what better thing to be known for than to bring peace and prosperity to the land in one way or another?
Even if it meant killing off the opposition first.
The others would be a thorn in his side if he allowed them to keep growing. He'd need to do something about them as well.
His second goal was to prove to everyone that just as he always was, Nicholas was dead right about the hybrids. People thought they were unkempt and stupid creatures with no use except for being decor. While he could not comment on them being furniture, he knew for sure that they were more intelligent than they seemed. After all, his Hybrid could talk and listen to him. He had better conversations with Gold than he had with anyone else in their home. His lovely pet was the only one intelligent enough to know who to listen to and when to speak.
Yes, the lowly scoffed and snickered at the idea of their pets being on a higher mental scale than them and at him for saying so. But how ironic it would be for them to find out that they had all be completely wrong.
Would it not be humorous for them to find out how stupid they had been?
When that happened, he planned to take a picture.
He wanted to capture all the disgusting faces of the people who jeered and rolled their eyes at him; he wanted them to break down and apologize for being so stupid and low in comparison to him.
And when that happened, he would revel in their misery.
Maybe he would even threaten them a bit, who knows?
[Prove to everyone that he's always been correct about the hybrids and other things]
[Find a way to put others in their place without all the physical effort.]
Oh, his goals were quite simple.
For starters, he wants his rightful title.
Yes, mummy and daddy were still alive and breathing. But, one had to think ahead! He needed to finish arranging his plans, desires and so on before the time that they 'bit the bullet'.
If he didn't, how could he be expected to run the throne well?
After all, he was expected to bring to its highest power. And although he could not really care less about how the commoners felt, it would tarnish his reputation dreadfully.
Besides, what better thing to be known for than to bring peace and prosperity to the land in one way or another?
Even if it meant killing off the opposition first.
The others would be a thorn in his side if he allowed them to keep growing. He'd need to do something about them as well.
His second goal was to prove to everyone that just as he always was, Nicholas was dead right about the hybrids. People thought they were unkempt and stupid creatures with no use except for being decor. While he could not comment on them being furniture, he knew for sure that they were more intelligent than they seemed. After all, his Hybrid could talk and listen to him. He had better conversations with Gold than he had with anyone else in their home. His lovely pet was the only one intelligent enough to know who to listen to and when to speak.
Yes, the lowly scoffed and snickered at the idea of their pets being on a higher mental scale than them and at him for saying so. But how ironic it would be for them to find out that they had all be completely wrong.
Would it not be humorous for them to find out how stupid they had been?
When that happened, he planned to take a picture.
He wanted to capture all the disgusting faces of the people who jeered and rolled their eyes at him; he wanted them to break down and apologize for being so stupid and low in comparison to him.
And when that happened, he would revel in their misery.
Maybe he would even threaten them a bit, who knows?
Fears
[Someone would come and take his pet away]
[ A possible uprising against the house]
[If Gold were betray him and depart]
Nicholas would never admit it, but he's grown to become quite fond of his little pet. Ever since their fateful meeting in the shelter, the boy has become increasingly attached to his hybrid. He's found in him a confidante, companion and possibly even a friend. After all, Gold was really the only thing that listened to him around there. The help were scum, Mummy and Daddy were always busy, and he didn't really even want to bother with his siblings. The effort would be wasted on the latter, seeing that he would soon surpass them in ranking and level. When that happened, they would probably turn against him.
But even if they did, he was ready.
He had a weapon that he could use anytime he pleased,
a weapon with fangs and a venom sack.
Now, what if the hybrid were to betray him?
Although it wouldn't and doesn't look like it, Nicholas is still uncertain about that. What if his pet were to switch loyalties and leave him. He could replace Gold's use as a weapon but what would happen to all the things he had told him?
He had a feeling that the hybrid would keep any oath of secrecy he asked him to make, but it wouldn't really be the same for the boy. He would miss the pet that he could talk and fume to when he was in a bad mood or just plain bored. He might even try to go after him, depending on his mood.
No...
He wasn't sure he could accomplish that on his own.
But all in all, the hybrid's presence was strangely comforting.
Strengths:
[Innocent appearance-wise]
With his cute, childish appearance, one wouldn't expect the child to already be practically filled with corruption and greed. After all, how can a kid be so evil? Aren't they filled with goodness, kindness and concern for others?
That's complete nonsense and Nicholas knows it. But he gladly uses it to his advantage against unsuspecting adults, using his age as an excuse to get information and have five or more 'little chances'. And you may think that he's being a bit to cruel.
Well, how else could you be when everyone could be planning on stabbing you in the back as soon as you surpassed them. Obviously at least one envious twit would have to be stupid enough to attempt a coup d' etat. And when that time came, he'd be ready. He'd be prepared with his own forces and strike those who opposed him down.
And the best part?
He wouldn't have to even break a nail.
It wasn't paranoia.
It was thinking ahead.
Besides, he would never commit the same mistake twice.
No, of course not.
He'll implement a failed plan in another way and move from there.
After all, he never said specifically what he wouldn't repeat again.
Only next time, he'd try to cover up his tracks better.
It was foolish in the first place to make such a noticeable mistake, he'd have to learn from it for the next time he attempts a plan.
Heaven knows what would happen if someone were to figure out his little 'intentions' and actually think they could tell what he was thinking.
Not only would they be dead wrong, they might end up a bit... dead as well.
Pun intended.
With his cute, childish appearance, one wouldn't expect the child to already be practically filled with corruption and greed. After all, how can a kid be so evil? Aren't they filled with goodness, kindness and concern for others?
That's complete nonsense and Nicholas knows it. But he gladly uses it to his advantage against unsuspecting adults, using his age as an excuse to get information and have five or more 'little chances'. And you may think that he's being a bit to cruel.
Well, how else could you be when everyone could be planning on stabbing you in the back as soon as you surpassed them. Obviously at least one envious twit would have to be stupid enough to attempt a coup d' etat. And when that time came, he'd be ready. He'd be prepared with his own forces and strike those who opposed him down.
And the best part?
He wouldn't have to even break a nail.
It wasn't paranoia.
It was thinking ahead.
Besides, he would never commit the same mistake twice.
No, of course not.
He'll implement a failed plan in another way and move from there.
After all, he never said specifically what he wouldn't repeat again.
Only next time, he'd try to cover up his tracks better.
It was foolish in the first place to make such a noticeable mistake, he'd have to learn from it for the next time he attempts a plan.
Heaven knows what would happen if someone were to figure out his little 'intentions' and actually think they could tell what he was thinking.
Not only would they be dead wrong, they might end up a bit... dead as well.
Pun intended.
Weaknesses
As a result of growing up with s slight case of paranoia, Nicholas is pain to get on your side. He'll question every single action you do, from the biggest to the smallest. He tends to be a perfectionist, making him even more irritating to handle when you're working. Would you like to be asked ' Are you done' yet after every five minutes?
...
I didn't think so.
He's impatient out of being spoiled, expecting everything to be served to him on a silver platter. He'll complain and bawl if you don't give him what you want and yell about how you're committing treason by disobeying him.
He talks big for one so young, but probably wouldn't go through with half the threats he say. How could he, when you think about it. It's very easy to intimidate someone but harder to actually physically go through with that form of intimidation. He laughs and smirks about how he'll have those who object's blood spill to the ground when he's made the heir. But in truth, he's scared of the very sight of gore. If he were to see even a drop of it, he could possibly faint or begin vomiting. He'd never admit it, but he's actually pretty squeemish.
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In the rare cases that it happens, he can become very close to a person or thing. He's clingy, meaning he can't stand to see if his companions talk or even walk by others. Most especially if he fees that they're lower than them.
He acts like a diva and demands that the people he love give their heart and souls to him. He asks for them to treat him as they would a king, to stay by his side until the day he dies. But he knows that even that's impossible, that at some point they're going to be taken or replaced. He convinces himself that they're expendable, easy to give away or substitute. After all, no life was truly priceless.
He'd never give it away or say so but, he'd probably take it badly nevertheless. He'd question their reasons for leaving, wonder what he's lost, and even ask what he's done wrong. For the person to go away, doesn't that mean he's done something wrong? Did he not give them enough attention or wealth? Perhaps they found resources and other such things in another?
Could he perchance buy them back?
He sees the world in black and white, in what you can buy and what is out of reach. He feels that any happiness can be bought, just as it can buy companionship, love and comforts. After all, you paid a maid and she would work for you. She gave every working hour and breath for her master, every sweat and tear in her body.
Couldn't that work on others as well?
Habits:
- Nicholas tends to have difficulty in sleeping when Gold's not in the same room.
- He paces around the room when he thinks.
- He probably breaks one mirror a day depending on his mood.
- He paces around the room when he thinks.
- He probably breaks one mirror a day depending on his mood.
Overall Personality:
The easiest, least time-consuming way of describing him is by calling one word.
" Bitchy"
As much as you may think I'm kidding, that little adjective can sum up majority of his personality. Nicholas tend to be a spoiled brat, demanding the world of everyone. He's hardly content with the things he's given and instead asks for more effort and better service. Of course, the boy wouldn't lift a finger to do his own jobs. No.
He has 'people' for that after all.
How could one expect a noble to work? One so fragile and soft should never be asked to do such taxing work. Was their job not to look pretty and keep the people happy? While he did feel it as his obligation to look good and nice in appearance, he has less concern for how he seems in attitude. If the people weren't happy, make them be happy. It was never his obligation to make sure that others were radiant and satisfied anyway.
No, his only duty was to carry on the Whitestag name. He had to make sure that the house was richer and more famous than it had ever been before. After all, he had to prove to the people that he was the perfect leader.
And even if he had to form enemies from doing just that, he would.
You couldn't please everyone anyway.
He can be self-centered and loathing but has a soft spot for those he finds good companions. That's not to say he would never use them. Err.... he doesn't care that much.
The only difference is, he would and could be able to stand their company more. He also has a fondness for hybrids and pets seeing that just like him, they're commonly underestimated in ability and intelligence. He respects them for their hidden potential and finds their presence more agreeable than normal humans.
" Bitchy"
As much as you may think I'm kidding, that little adjective can sum up majority of his personality. Nicholas tend to be a spoiled brat, demanding the world of everyone. He's hardly content with the things he's given and instead asks for more effort and better service. Of course, the boy wouldn't lift a finger to do his own jobs. No.
He has 'people' for that after all.
How could one expect a noble to work? One so fragile and soft should never be asked to do such taxing work. Was their job not to look pretty and keep the people happy? While he did feel it as his obligation to look good and nice in appearance, he has less concern for how he seems in attitude. If the people weren't happy, make them be happy. It was never his obligation to make sure that others were radiant and satisfied anyway.
No, his only duty was to carry on the Whitestag name. He had to make sure that the house was richer and more famous than it had ever been before. After all, he had to prove to the people that he was the perfect leader.
And even if he had to form enemies from doing just that, he would.
You couldn't please everyone anyway.
He can be self-centered and loathing but has a soft spot for those he finds good companions. That's not to say he would never use them. Err.... he doesn't care that much.
The only difference is, he would and could be able to stand their company more. He also has a fondness for hybrids and pets seeing that just like him, they're commonly underestimated in ability and intelligence. He respects them for their hidden potential and finds their presence more agreeable than normal humans.
Other Notes:---
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace:
Being the heir of the Whitestag house,
he was obviously born there.
Shocking, was it not?
He was raised in a clean and proper environment surrounded by wealth, comfort and fame.
If you were to leave him out on the street, he wouldn't last a second.
he was obviously born there.
Shocking, was it not?
He was raised in a clean and proper environment surrounded by wealth, comfort and fame.
If you were to leave him out on the street, he wouldn't last a second.
Parents:
-Amery Brayden Whitestag
-Cecilia Leigh Whitestag
He has parents, but he's never been overly fond or close to them. What was there to be fond of? Their dust trails?
He loved them, of course.
They had raised and given birth to him after all.
But he wouldn't necessarily break down and weep if something were to happen to them.
Their disappearance wouldn't really be very different from his normal life anyway.
-Cecilia Leigh Whitestag
He has parents, but he's never been overly fond or close to them. What was there to be fond of? Their dust trails?
He loved them, of course.
They had raised and given birth to him after all.
But he wouldn't necessarily break down and weep if something were to happen to them.
Their disappearance wouldn't really be very different from his normal life anyway.
Siblings:
-Clara Anne Whitestag
-Elizabeth Marrianne Whitestag
But mummy and daddy always loved him best.
Right?
At least that's what Nicholas thought.
-Elizabeth Marrianne Whitestag
But mummy and daddy always loved him best.
Right?
At least that's what Nicholas thought.
Education:
What sort of question was that?
Of course he had an education!
How was expected to head and bear the family's name if he could not even count to five? And it wasn't as if his family couldn't afford it.
For him to be an adept leader, they had to ensure that he had a good background and concept of knowledge on the things around him. And just because he wasn't interested in any of it, didn't mean he wasn't aware.
He knew how the things around him worked.
There was an order that could not be shaken.
Why else would the family have to seem like they cared about the state of the people if it were not so?
Of course he had an education!
How was expected to head and bear the family's name if he could not even count to five? And it wasn't as if his family couldn't afford it.
For him to be an adept leader, they had to ensure that he had a good background and concept of knowledge on the things around him. And just because he wasn't interested in any of it, didn't mean he wasn't aware.
He knew how the things around him worked.
There was an order that could not be shaken.
Why else would the family have to seem like they cared about the state of the people if it were not so?
History:
'Things hidden in the past
no matter how deeply
tend to resurface one way or another....'
Wiping away the tears from his eyes, a young boy sat alone underneath the branches of a large tree. Soft sunlight poured through the holes, allowing some warmth to reach the child. He had always been sickly, prone to coughs, colds and the like. Because of this, he hadn’t been able to go out often when he was much younger. Inside his room he pondered about what he had been missing, only to snap back to reality by his mummy and daddy. “ Nicholas!” they had often said, “ Get back in here! It is absolutely filthy outside! Why would you want to even get mud all over yourself?”
In the past, he had often listened to them.
At least, for the sake of the child being able to receive their appreciation and praise.
A hug, maybe, or a kiss would be fine.
A loving glance would do just as well.
But, the noble never really had the chance to receive any of those. When he showed his work proudly to his parents, they would shrug it off or tell him that they were busy.
In order to replace the attention they had never given him they showered him with gifts and lessons, to which the child happily took. This in turn made him spoiled and greedy with the things he had. He also became bitter to his parents and began to rebel.
Eventually he had already lost ability to keep track of money, often replying with a toneless ‘Mummy and Daddy can afford it.’ If they had to lose a hand to pay for something, then they had it coming.
He did have one light though.
One thing that kept him going...
But that was utter nonsense.
He didn’t need any person to comfort him.
Especially one who would desert him so easily.
“Your highness,” a voice said from behind, followed with a bow, “ I pray that I am not interrupting anything.” Biting his lip, the child gritted his teeth. He refused to turn around.
He refused to let the lowly see weep.
“ What.” he snapped, “ Can you not see that I have business that I must attend to?” Rubbing briskly at his face, the young noble gave a small cough. How he hated the pollen that fell with the season.
“ I never knew that noblemen could accomplish work in the garden,” the other chuckled, “ Perhaps staying indo-“
“Speak.” the boy growled, turning to face the messenger, “ Say your reason for addressing me. And do not dare to look me in the eyes again, or I will have your head for it.” With a quick nod, the messenger stuttered. “ Y-yes…” the worker replied, “ Will do, sire. But I have a message on someone’s departure. They said that they wanted you to know before--”
“ I don’t want to hear it.” Nicholas snapped, getting up from his little place underneath the tree.
“ Tell the person a message from me.
‘I refuse to contact or even think about you ever again. I hope that wolves eat you on your way to your destination. Leave and never return.’“
Fleeing from the messenger, the boy ran.
He wanted to find a place where he could be alone in peace.
He wanted to finally be allowed to suffer the solitude without being hurt again.
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If opening to others meant he would bleed in the process, then he’d remain closed for the rest of his life.
Days and weeks passed by, the boy seemed to grow worse with every passing minute. He was more irritable than normal, reacting to even the slightest of mistakes. His name became known around the servants for being one of utter awfulness and atrocious behavior. Still, not many people cared enough to bother with him. At the same time, Nicholas didn’t really try to bother with anyone either.
His eight birthday came quickly ever since the messenger first came. On that day, he knew exactly what he wanted. Being allowed to choose anything his little heart desired, the boy immediately asked to go to the hybrid shelter. When he was there, he firmly stated what he wanted. “ Mummy, Daddy.” he demanded, “ I want a hybrid. Get me one now.” Of course, his family tried to talk him out of it.
‘Pets were a waste of time and hard to looks after.’
‘They made messes and got into trouble’
‘ They were stupid and useless, unable to do anything.’
Still the boy wouldn’t quit. “I want one!” he yelled, “ Noooow! You said I could get anything I want! NOW.GIVE.ME.A.HYBRID!” With a look that could kill the unfortunate parents had to agree, lest they cause more commotion than necessary. Allowing the child to run off and choose, Nicholas immediately began his picking.
“ Venom sacks haven’t been removed….
No one would think of buying…”
Hearing the sound of mumbling, the boy frowned. He couldn’t have people talking behind his back! “ You there!” he yelled, “ What did you say?”
‘Ah, your highness! I-it wasn’t about y-you! We were only speaking of one of the hybrids. Y-you see, it hasn’t had its venom sack removed. Because of that, people are too scared to purchase it. It’s too dangerous to keep and-“
Running to a nearby cage, the boy grinned.
Was this it?
The forbidden animal?
Seeing a young cobra hybrid with golden-yellow hair and burnt orange eyes, Nicholas’ eyes lit up.
It didn’t look like a strong or confident fighter
but it was off-limits.
And didn’t he love messing with the rules whenever he could?
He’d show them who made the laws around there.
“ I want this one!” he exclaimed, “Give it to me now! By order of the house of Whitestag, I demand you surrender the hybrid to me until further notice! I want all right and claims of ownership of the snake hybrid given to me and me alone!
If you don’t follow what I ask, I swear I will use all my power to make all of your lives here a ‘hell on earth’! Your families will be ashamed of your name, rushing to abandon all knowledge and contact with you. Your possessions will all be taken and never to be given back until the day heaven and the underworld intertwine and forge a pact!
You will be forced to hide behind barred walls for as long as you breathe, fearful of the darkness and your certain but sudden demise by unseen factors! Your head will be on the line, made the target by assassin everywhere-“
“But sire--” a man said, moving over to comfort the extremely pissy boy.
“ Don’t touch me!” he snapped, stamping his foot, “ Don’t.you.ever. eveerrrr. touch.me.”
“ I can have you all locked up for the disrespect you’re treating me with! I can have you tied to the stake and--”
Ten minutes later, the boy hummed happily as he exited the shelter with his new pet and its papers.
Worked every time .
You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
[The boy is the heir to the Whitestag and he won't let you forget it]
[Underneath a cute exterior is pure evil and corruption.]
[He's fond of doing the exact opposite of what people ask him to do.]
Rumors:
[He lost someone every important to him when he was little, which was why his personality took a turn for the worse.]
[He chose to buy a hybrid out of loneliness]
[ He sold his soul to the devil to buy his boots.]
[ He has a group of assassins to clear out those who stand in his way or go against him]
Secrets:
[ He was very sickly when he was younger. He is also asthmatic]
[ He's crossdressed in the past and pulled it off]
[ He knows how to handle a sword. ]
Your from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
(tell us a bit about yourself)Roleplayer: Schwarzen*Adler- Lovi
But some know me as Gil or Rai.
Years Role-Playing:
I'm not very sure anymore XD
I've been seriously roleplaying for five years. And I had a year before that for the learning curve.
[/size]But some know me as Gil or Rai.
Years Role-Playing:
I'm not very sure anymore XD
I've been seriously roleplaying for five years. And I had a year before that for the learning curve.
Contact:
PM would be best.
But you can email me as well if you really want. I'm not very picky.
Other Characters:
Alphred Finn Jones[/center][/size]
Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Throwing a cloak over his head, the young noble frowned. He found it such a chore that he had to go through all the trouble of 'sneaking out' and 'seeing the status and state of the citizens in their element/habitat'.
Yes, he understood the point of blending in with the commoners but... did he have to wear such tacky clothes?
Couldn't he 'rendezvous' in more...tasteful attire?
How irritating.
Walking through the streets of the city, the noble grimaced. He found the noise ungodly loud. All around him he could hear the chattering of men and women, like revolting hyenas scabbed and rabid. The roar of laughter erupted and fell, along with any will he had to continue this 'checkup' if you may. Which honestly was saying quite a lot, since he hadn't had much from the start.
How could anyone live in such filthy surroundings?
The tug of a cloak caught his attention, the boy turned around. There, a beggar lay at his feet. He was covered with mucus and grime, soiled like common swine and as sanitary as one. His rotting body was crippled and bent, broken from years of harsh labor and toil.
He was the scum of the earth, the one looked past and ignored.
He had no more use to the public, no more use to anyone.
His main duty was now to be an example.
A warning to those who thought they could get away with laziness and indolence.
With a innocent smile, the boy looked down on the man.
Of course he didn't know who he was, that he was facing a noble. And for that, he had to be taught to obey authorities. So what if he wasn't supposed to know the child's identity?
The man had it coming anyway.
Stepping on the man's hand, the boy grinned. That would teach him to be swine. Maybe next time he would have his priorities straightened out and fixed.
The crunch of bone filled the air followed by the howl of pain that erupted from the man's mouth. It was soft against his foot, weak against the bottom of his boot. The man's eyes widened as he realized what had happened, his unintelligent and stupid mind taking a while to process the attack that had just been unleashed on him.
Awww.... he was confused and shocked, like the wild animal he was.
He hadn't known what had hit him or the mistake he caused. But he would learn the hard way, regret ever calling attention to the heir of Whitestag.
Watching the man scamper away like a mouse, the boy gave a small laugh. How amusing it was to see him cower and cry.
At least now, he would think twice before associating with the people more able and useful than he. And with a cheerful walk, the noble turned back home. He would tell them what a great state the place was in.
That there had been no interruptions.
No one would believe a beggar's words in comparison to his.
And because of that, he knew he was more than safe.
He would have to change the world when his rule began. But until then, he would allow the people to boil in misery.
That would make his leadership even the more like a saving grace.
Change him from a noble to a savior.
And no one could do anything about it~
Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial
