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Princess Brittany, 16, who will have this happen to her, because she stands against her parents tyranny. Substitute auburn hair though instead of blonde. Every other part correct.

cautiously optimistic for this RP. I'll wait a bit to see how this unfolds.

Ok, lets give it a try. :) (Inspirations may be obvious lol)

Shingo Hayashi, 25, self employed assassin. In a time of corruption and executions, my character is a ruthless killer who always works for those who offer the most money. My appearance is stealthy and rarely noticeable, I'm around 6 feet tall and have a ripped, but not bulky body. Brown short hair and green eyes that can rarely be seen.
I wear dark clothes, using hoods and wide clothes to cover my face. I'm in possession of multiple weapons and gadgets to do my work.
I've recently killed a knight from an important royal family for a hostile clan and enter the main city as well (maybe I even have a new mission). cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/115984/Elven_Assassin.jpg A bit like me.

(Guess ill be part as the slayer of breasts family, as a Witcher)
i.imgur.com/jAI1i.jpg
Name: Urici
Age: 32
Occupation: Witcher (Hunts down beasts)

I'll start, but this doesn't mean no one else can join, you're free to join along the way.

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It was a little past dusk by the time Mia finished most of her duties, but before she had the chance to take a break she received word that an ambassador would be visiting in a few days. Usually this was their polite way of telling her to start making something more elaborate to impress the guests. She could definitely manage elaborate, but this time she had to worry about having everything she needed, all of her usual ingredients were eaten up by the last few events. This had to have been the fifth guest this month, what are they doing inviting so many people to the castle?

Mia let out a sigh as she rolled up the letter and tucked it into the pocket of her apron. She took a moment to form a list of everything she'd need then received permission to leave the castle. She was unsure where exactly she'd find everything since the few markets she had been to were too low class to carry such high quality goods, but that was the least of her worries.

Normally they'd just import most of these goods directly or send out an errand boy to get them, but it was too short of a notice, Mia felt uneasy to go out and do it herself. Night time is always dangerous and her only reassurance was the company assigned to her. Maids and servants are not allowed to leave the castle unaccompanied past sunset, so a knight offered to tag along. Even so, it's not like the knights are any better than bandits in this kingdom.
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You don't have to post this much and I probably won't be posting this much in the future since this kind of post has very little action in it. Hopefully this set the scene and gave you guys a better idea of how things are. :3 Feel free to play as any of the characters I mentioned if you want an easy way in (ambassador, the knight she's with, a fellow chef or baker, heck you could even be the guy steering the carriage or a bandit.)

*I continue working into the night, needing to finish. Soon I finish enough to be able to sleep. I go inside and notice supplies running low,*
Hey, I'm going into town tomorrow, need more stuff...
*I call out to my dad and the few others there, then sit by the fire for a little bit,*
I hate going into the town...
*I say to myself,*

(I actually have a 'Dame' I've been working on. If that's fine. Only going to market, right?)
Dame Sydney Elridge was not one to pass up something mundane, as lately, all she was sent to do was squash skirmishes and stop uprisings. The tall (6'2") well built knight jumped at the chance for a mundane market. trip, even if it was with the young maid. Dressed in her armor, she looked as imposing as any man, except the 'feather' coming out of her helmet was her own raven hair. She approached the maid, and not meaning to sound gruff, said in her gravelly alto, "You need something, miss? Trip to market, I hear. Really? After sundown?"

*I sit in front of a fire just outside the city, as for now it was to dangerous to stay there for me. Arms crossed I look into the flames, lost in thoughts about my life and the next objective. Tomorrow morning I'll meet a new client*
A lone wolf walks by my place and looks at my stay for the night, but he doesn't come closer as his beautiful strong body reliefs a loud howl*

(We definitely could use something for the knight to fight. I see that now. Good point, Papaya...)

*I look up, hearing a howl, but ignore it and keep looking at my fire. After a few minutes I get up and head to my poorly made bed, barely enough to actually sleep on. I sigh and crawl in for the night,*

I forgot to refresh before posting, so I didn't see that post at first, whoops. Fixed though.
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"Seems so, I don't really have much choice, an ambassador from a neighboring country is visiting on the morrow. What I have in the kitchen won't be near enough for an appropriate meal, unfortunately..." Mia seemed disheartened, her eyes narrowed and lowered to stare at her hands folded across her lap. A faint sigh escaped her lips, "I apologize if I've troubled you, ma'am." The young girl flinched at the sound of the carriage pulling up, it seemed they were ready to go on their way, but she gave a hesitant glance up at the woman accompanying her as if pleading with her eyes for some form of reassurance. Bandits were crawling the paths lately and traveling in a carriage wasn't any safer than traveling on foot. In fact a carriage was more like a sign saying, "We're wealthy, rob us!"

"I, too, am in service. Loyal to the family." Sydney's eyes seemed to be watching for trouble, even when there was none to be found. Right now, she was peering, as if straight through the coming carriage. "I will do any task assigned to me gladly. Truth? Mayhap THIS trip will be the first I don't have to draw my sword." She knew her words were little comfort, considering most people were starting to dispise the king, who had been loyal before. Bandits were now mostly those robbing the royal family for some unfair law imposed or another.
"Let's be quick about this then." She stated, holding a hand out to the maid. "And get those foodstuffs and be back. I will be on vigil in the market. You have my word." Sydney hardly smiled anymore, but this time...this time, there was a hint of one.

"Thank you." The girl returned the smile and took the woman's hand, finally stepping into the carriage to take her seat. Taking on a very formal posture, it was clear that the maid was still on edge and quite tense. She not allowing herself to relax despite that she was more comfortable with the scenario than before. Mia directed her attention to the woman, "Are you familiar with the market we'll be visiting, ma'am?" The horses began to stir as the coachman took his place and prepared to leave.

"I am. And DameElridge is fine. I'm not much older than yourself. 24 this past month. Not one we should be in noon or night, though I hear night has less traffic. Which parts of the market do you need to be? If we break it down from farthest. from the carriage to nearest, it might be quicker. Only a thought." The knight had taken the seat directly across from Mia, thinking a likely attack from behind. Bandits more often than not, had.been attacking on horseback. A jolt from a rut in the road put Sydney's hand on her broadsword's hilt. "It's night. Mayhap I should face the same direction as you..." she said, uneasily.

This sounds fun :)

Thonn, A 24 year old mercenary. Thonn is a very well trained sword for hire. Brave, strong and quick-witted, he would never turn down the opportunity for a fight, as long as the pay is good enough.
Standing at 6'4 with a well built frame, I wear leather armour and boots, with a black half cape draped over my right shoulder. Around my waist is a sword belt with my sheathed broadsword and trusty dagger.
I have dark brown medium length hair and a short beard, green eyes and a scar across my left cheek, running from my ear down to my chin.

After finishing my last job escorting an old travelling merchant through the redwood forest, I head to Davirda to find a strong drink and somewhere to rest, and maybe even another job.