[Supernatural] Welcome to the Kingdom of Vallara!

Enjoy your stay in this beautiful city, the pure white snow rests softly in the wintertime and the flowers bloom in full beauty in the spring. The quaint city of Leianne rests just below the capitol of Liedeven where the King and the Demon Queen resides.

[Keep In Mind This Is A Medieval RP]

[In this spin of scenarios normally in royalty the King is more important than the Queen but just for fun this time the Queen will be more important than the King.]

RULES:

No text talk please, or one-liners I'd prefer a bit of detail

Combat is Allowed! But please make it fair, the queen is powerful because she has lived millennias so it wouldnt be easy to snap your fingers and kill her. If you wish to kill another player get their consent please.

Only Classic Supernaturals (Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Witches, Warlocks, etc. Humans exist as well but they're rare to find)

No early smut (An example would be to join this thread and immediately go into smut giving or receiving. BUT overall it is allowed :>)

Drama in the RP is encouraged!! I love exciting interactions with every character!

((Keep in mind this is a Longterm Roleplay, so its not a "one and done" Hopefully this stays alive for quite a bit :>))

Double Parentheses for Ooc ))((
Asterisks for Roleplay Actions (optional) **
Quotation Marks for Roleplay Speech " "

Please add a description for your character either a picture or explain what he/she looks like in a good amount of detail.

[For Citygoers]
Name
Age
Species
Occupation

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[For Royalty]
Name
Age
Species
Rank (Example your Rank is like a Guard, Personal Guard, Nobleman/Woman, Maid, Servant, Advisor, etc.)

~~If you have any questions for this thread please DM me :> Hopefully I can relieve you of any confusion you might have.~~

Name: Elaine
Age: Unknown
Species: Demon
Rank: Queen ♚

Appearance:

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*Elaine sat in the dining hall of Liedeven castle  by herself with only her maids in the room and the guards outside the doors, she then pressed her fork into the red fruit on the plate and brought it up to her mouth opening as she revealed her sharp fanged canines almost like a vampire but not as long. She ate for a bit before standing up and exiting the dining hall and headed down the hallway with the guards following close behind.*

(For Royalty)
Name: Stephan Napier
Age: 19
Rank: Elite Gaurd
Species: Werewolf

Description: Stephan Napier is 6ft tall natural, dark skin with dark gray hair, golden amber eyes eyes atheltic build, with his rank he wears dark leather curass with leather boots with steel plated grieves to protect his shin, leather bracers and a left spike steel pauldron on his right shoulder, he weilds a blacken halberd and a emblem of the Kingdomdom of Vallara on his front

*It was beginning to be a peaceful day with nothing happening to cause a ruckus. Today he was put with the royalty of gaurding them as that is his duty that he takes pride in and waits if ever needed to be called upon.*

Name: Dustos VonBraddash
Age: approx. 700 years old
Species: Djinn
Rank: Grand Vizier, advisor to Queen Elaine of Vallara

Appearance: pm1.narvii.com/6727/fc417...05ded984d15a6bf3v2_00.jpg
Dustos' appearance belies his years of experience dealing in matters that require the utmost scrutiny and understanding. He retains a youthful appearance granted to the wish granting djinn. His clothing consists of a loose fitting shemagh scarf, and an elegant short coat. His pants juxtapose his finely crafted top and are simple and understated. He forgoes shoes of any kind, as he can take a mist-like, vaporous form or, simply float, if he ever need traverse any uncomfortable terrain.

*Dustos caught a glimpse of Queen Elaine returning from her meal. It was around midday so lunch was right on schedule for her Majesty. If she needed him she would call, however she learned long ago not to request him to grant wishes. Djinn had a knack for finding any excuse to take advantage of loopholes in the wording of a wish, and strike ruin upon those who made them. However he would do anything to help further her goal of a prosperous kingdom.
As such, he returned to his study to scry upon the world around them and observe it's comings and goings in secret.*

*Elaine made her way to the study room as a few new papers sat at her desk, she grabbed one and examined it for a moment and gave a small exasperated sigh She took the feathered pen and pricked her finger then signed the paper. Usually people would sign with ink but that can be forged with anyones hand but blood was different especially Elaine's if the paper was burned its glow would be green instead of orange to tell that it was her blood and no one else can forge her name. She handed over the paper to one of the guards and looked behind them noticing Stephan and gave him a small smile and walked back into the hallway to indicate inviting a conversation, she placed her hands together and looked up at him as she was slightly short compared to everyone around her and even though she looked quite young she was very very old.*

((Just to be sure Elaine is going to talk with Stephan))

((Yes))

*Stephan was near with the rest of the guards for Elaine, while many we on task Stephan remain in the hallway looking both sides just see no one but other guards, he looks in to were the queen resides, thats when he made eye contact with her, he see her smile torwards and not want to insulther by any means he lower his head slight giving respect to her, he goes back to what he was doing only to hear someone approching looks and see the queen approaching* "Ah, my queen how are you fairing today." *He says giving his full attention to her.*

"I'm doing very well Stephan, how are you doing this afternoon." *Elaine turned around and walked towards the window looking out seeing the town a bit away.* "Today I might head to town, they havent seen me in a long while and it would help just a bit wouldn't you agree?" *She adjusted her hair a bit from her eyes while placing her hand against the glass.*

"I do not know your highness." *Stephan says hesitantly as as we walk next to her trying to see what she was seeing through the window. "Yes it would be good to have the masses see you, but dangerous people are among them and would wish to harm you." *He says once more knowing how people would act in certain situations.*

Name: Bjørn Mækir
Age: 382
Species: Werewolf/Vampire hybrid
Occupation: Mercenary for hire

Description: Bjørn stands at an intimidating seven and a half feet tall, with Caucasian skin, a short beard, and short brown hair that was starting to grey, and has piercing onyx eyes with orange irises, and a long scar runs down the left side of his face, crossing his eye and mouth. He has a muscular build that is immediately obvious upon seeing him, and he wears pauldrons and greaves hewn from the bones and scales of great dragons, along with a small bone medallion that he wears at all times, he wears a chest plate and boots made of black metal with pulsing veins of red going down the armour, and wears leather gloves with spiked and studded knuckles. He wears a imposing steel helmet with a large gash along one side as the only form of battle damage. When not wearing his helmet he dons a mask of metal and bone, along with a battle worn hooded cloak. On his back are two scabbards, each containing a sword although one is significantly larger than the other, and runes on the hilts of both glow with an old and dark power, and the blade of the larger sword shines with an eerie light. He is extremely proficient in multiple forms of the Old Magic, ranging from destructive pyromancy all the way to spells that warped the very fabric of reality to suit his needs as required. Due to what he is, he is empathic and can feel and to an extent, hear the emotions of those around him.

A large and imposing figure strode into the local tavern, taking a seat at the counter and placing down a pouch of cold coins, his face obscured by the faded and hooded cloak he wore as he looked up slightly. "A couple of ales." His voice was deep and rough, although stoic and containing an accent no longer carried by any that lived in this age, and recognized only by those old enough to remember that age. Two large tankards of ale were set down in front of him and he lifted his mask slightly before pounding back one tankard, slamming it on the counter half a minute later and pulling his mask back down to conceal his face completely.

Name: Liza Sparkles
Age:46 (but looks like 20)
Species: witch
Occupation/rank: she is one of the personal witches of queen Elaine

Appearance:

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Description: Liza is a funny wonan but she is really sad since she never found a man that could make her happy so she went to a test for a Royal witch of course that she won and she got everything a tower for her personal guards and etc. But her most powerful spell can destroy the whole world thats why she sealed the spell in a book in a deep cave protect by a huge monster but the only who have the key to unlock it is the queen (sorry for my bad english im not american but hope that you guys can uderstand)

*Liza is sleeping on her table inside her tower* *two guards are outside protecting her door* *liza was writing notes about a new spell* *the spell could change the physical apperance of the user* *her long and messy purple hairs are covering her face while the wind blows behind her since the window is open*

*As the the breeze blew into Liza's tower, Dustos floated in the open window as well. Stairs were a chore, but he could levitate up the side of the tower and avoid dealing with inquisitive guards. Touching down on the floor, he made his way of to her research notes. He had seen her working through his scrying, but couldn't tell what she was working on.

As a fellow spellcaster, albeit of a different school of magic, she was a talented witch and he liked to learn from her. Plus she was very friendly he liked when they spent time together. Her work seemed to be a way to change the users appearance, but he didn't understand the arcane methods.*

"Burning the midnight oil again, Liza?" *Dustos asked playfully to rouse her from her sleep.* "-or do you regularly nap like a cat during the day?" *He grinned to her sleeping form as her long purple hair covered her face.*