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Red Queen RP
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Note: You do not have to read Red Queen to be a part of this, although it would be helpful.
**WARNING: There WILL be spoilers for Red Queen, but not Glass Sword. If you are planning to read Red Queen, I suggest you not participate in this RP. . .
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Anyhow, I haven't made an RP in awhile, and I just read Red Queen (an amazing book, by the way), and wanted to make an RP for it. . .
This RP will be an alternate Red Queen: What if Mare Barrow never existed?
A preface- (please read before making your charrie; this important.)
The country of Norta is divided by blood. Silvers are powerful god-like beings, and Reds are normal humans who are practically slaves to the Silvers.
Norta is ruled by King Tiberias Calore the Seventh, Flame of the North, and Queen Evangeline Samos. Their firstborn, Prince Tiberias Calorethe Eighth is about to hold a Queenstrial to decide the next queen of Norta.
Meanwhile, the Scarlet Guard has been raising an army of newbloods, with the help of Julian Jacos, a Red sympathizer. The Scarlet Guard plans to strike hard at the royals of Norta during the Queenstrial.
For those of you who haven't read Red Queen:
Silvers all belong to a House, which are all sorted by power. When the prince comes of age, each house may enter a daughter into the Queenstrial (sort of like a paegent) to display the family's strength and power.
The Scarlet Guard is a rebel organization trying to make Reds and Silvers equal. They are led by Captain Farley.
Spoiler Alert!!!!!!!-------
Newbloods are Reds with Silver powers, and are stronger than both Reds and Silvers. Newblood powers are basically more extreme versions of Silver powers. For example a Newblood might have the power to create hurricanes (a more powerful version of a House Noelle) Newbloods have the power to create, while Silvers can only manipulate.
Sorry that this is so long guys! I promise, it's almost over.
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For your charrie:
You can either be a Silver competing in the Queenstrial (girl charries only, sorry), a Silver not competing in Queenstrial (both genders) , a member of the Scarlet Guard, or a Newblood. Each person may have 2 charries, and 15 people may join. Please try to have an even number of each character.
Also, here's a list of Houses if you're going to be a Silver (1 person per house) :
House Viper (animos; controls animals)
House Titanos (oblivions; can cause explosions on contact)
House Noelle (storms; can manipulate the weather)
House Jacos (singers; think charmspeak)
House Samos (magnetrons; can bend and control metal)
House Welle ( greenwardens; can make plants grow)
House Iral (silks; perfect balance and agility)
House Arven (silencers; can take away a Silver's powers)
House Blonos (blood healers; can heal themselves)
House Eagrie (eyes; can see the immediate future)
House Gliacon (shivers; can manipulate ice)
House Haven (shadows; can bend light)
House Macanthos (stoneskins; can transform into stone)
House Osanos (nymphs; can manipulate water)
House Provos (telkies; have telekinesis)
House Rhambos (strongarms; superhuman strength)
House Skonos (skin healers; can heal anyone but themselves)
House Laris (windweavers; can manipulate wind)
Here are the charrie sheets (Finally!):
Name:
Gender:
Role:
Blood Type:
House or Scarlet Guard:
Power (if you are a newblood, you can make up a power that's not too OP):
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
And here are my charries:
Name: Adelina Merandus
Gender: Female
Role: Competing in Queenstrial
Blood Type: Silver
House or Scarlet Guard: House Merandus
Power (if you are a newblood, you can make up a power): whispers; can see thoughts
Appearance: Tall, ash blond hair, blue eyes, a spitting image of her great-aunt, Elara Merandus
Personality: Calm, calculating, but seemingly nice and friendly
Other: Will do anything to win
Name: Marietta Elkwind
Gender: Female
Blood Type: Red
House or Scarlet Guard: Scarlet Guard
Power (if you are a newblood, you can make up a power that's not too OP): N/A
Appearance: Shoulder-length chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, petite, has a scar on her right shoulder
Personality: Shy, quiet, good and blending in and being unnoticed, a spy for the Scarlet Guard
Other: Is a maid in the palace
submitted by September
(August 27, 2016 - 2:17 pm)
(August 27, 2016 - 2:17 pm)
Okay, so I made a picturing of my charrie. . . Does anyone want one for their charries?
(August 30, 2016 - 8:22 pm)
Can you do me? Please and thanks!
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I say ourx. like our!
(August 31, 2016 - 4:05 pm)
Here you go! I hope you like it!
(September 2, 2016 - 5:32 pm)
Thanks! It's great!
(September 3, 2016 - 7:12 pm)
Name: Melville Stirling
Gender: Male
Blood Type: Red
House or Scarlet Guard: Scarlet Guard
Power: N/A
Apperance: Light brown hair that is cut in a page boy haircut, Light blue eyes, skinny and short. Also, is 16. ;)
Personality: Quiet but fierce, brave but is scared alot. Works as a assistant cook at the Palace for the Scarlet Guard.
(August 31, 2016 - 6:27 pm)
Okayy, I don't think anyone else is going to join this, so I guess we can start! I'll post the first post later. . .
(September 3, 2016 - 4:42 pm)
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I'll just post. It's been days, and if I don't get a post in now I might not get a chance to until next Saturday (the 17th). Sorry if I get this wrong.
~Jazia~
Is it just us Gliacons, or is it unbearably hot in the Spiral Garden?
A servant refills my glass with fresh lemon water and ice. I down a third of it in one go, relishing the way the aggressively cold liquid sends a chill radiating out through my body, a counter to the uncomfortable warmth. My mother, sitting next to me, makes a discontented noise in her throat. I don't have to be a whisper to know what she's thinking: Propriety, Jazia. Tsk, tsk.
I sigh, set my glass down on the table, and sit up a little straighter. Propriety indeed. Much as I would rather be somewhere cooler, or better yet, be training with Aunt Sonya somewhere cooler, this may well be the biggest day of my life. I can afford no lapses in watchfulness, no cracks in my facade of icy indifference.
I follow my father's lead, staring around at all the other families in boxes around the arena. Though the Spiral Garden is too wide for me to see actual faces, I can tell who's who by the colors of their clothing: black for Haven, slate-blue and gray for Macanthos, midnight blue for Skonos, brown and crimson for Rhambos...and, at the far corner of my vision, in the box next to the royal one, navy blue and white. Merandus.
Even from here, I can see the ash blonde of her hair, almost glittering in the sunlight. That's her: Adelina Merandus, the favorite to win. I wonder if she can see my hair, red-brown like fire against my family's tapestry of snow-white and silver silks. Even thinking about fire makes me feel hot again; I take a much more controlled sip of ice water, looking for some respite even as my face betrays no evidence of my discomfort.
The easy susurration of chatter all around the Garden stills instantly. Speaking of fire...
"Silvers!" King Tiberias Calore VII is the very picture of majesty, standing resplendent in a military-style uniform of jet black and scarlet, the crown like a twist of burning iron on his brow. Queen Evangeline stands beside him, her dress as usual a complex and glittering construction of thousands of tiny metal knives. Their son, the Crown Prince, stands at attention between them, like a slightly shorter, silver-haired version of his father. Every one of them the very picture of strength and power. Despite the drink of water I took mere seconds ago, my mouth goes dry.
"We have gathered here today to observe the sacred rite of Queenstrial," the King booms in his sonorous tenor. What little noise there had been, rustles of silk and quiet servants' footsteps, goes absolutely dead. The King turns his head, surveying the silent crowd; I almost fancy his eyes rake over me, sending a chill down my spine that has nothing to do with the temperature. He raises his hands and almost shouts, "Who will claim Queenstrial?"
"I claim Queenstrial!" Damian Merandus, the late Queen Elara's younger brother and the current head of House Merandus, Adelina's grandfather, is the first to speak, naturally.
"I claim Queenstrial!" "I claim Queenstrial!" Tarsus Provos (my maternal great-uncle) and Chalcedon Osanos (my third cousin twice removed, or some such distant relation) are next. House Samos remains silent, ineligible as they are with a Samos queen currently on the throne.
"I claim Queenstrial!" Jothyr Rhambos shouts next, but Argentus Gliacon, my father, is not to be outdone. He shouts his claim milliseconds before Ivas Lerolan, and by then the floodgates have opened. Every house in the Garden claims Queenstrial (save for Samos, of course). The arena rings with shouts, until I'm sure even the Marinos banshees in their yellow and gray-draped box would like to cover their ears.
I would, too. But the daughter of a Nortan High House, poised to go into the competition that could see her become a princess, does not have that option.
There will be no shows of weakness here.
As the shouts die down, my mother places her hand a few inches closer to me on the table and my uncle Albus shifts in his seat. It's time.
Smoothly, gracefully, I rise from my seat, walking down into the bowels of the Spiral Garden, along a path I've never trod before but yet know by heart from Aunt Sonya's many descriptions. The other girls in the waiting area don't talk to me, hardly even look at me. They're concentrating too hard on looking strong and powerful, indifferent to everyone else and to their own nerves. Calculating. Emotionless. Cold.
Adelina Merandus happens to catch my eye, and I give her the tiniest of smirks.
After all, no one does cold like a shiver.
(September 7, 2016 - 9:32 pm)
Sorry. . I didn't get time to post first, so I'll just build off of Curio's post. .
Adelina~
I move through the Hall of the Sun, with an air of confidence and grace meant to intimidate the weak Red maids that mull in and out of the hallways. They may not know it, but I can see every one of their little, worthless thoughts of rebellion and freedom.
A few of the Houses are already seated, the Havens, and Gliacons; Rhambos and Macanthos. I turn to glare each one of the girls who are obviously participating in the Queenstrial. Let them squirm under my stare. The stare of a queen. My technique is nearly perfect; nearly as good as my ancestor Elara Merandus, the whisper of whispers. But I choose to let them feel me, let the Rhambos girl feel the icy cold as I read her nervous thoughts.
I turn my attention to the Gliacon girl, with a flame of red hair against the silver and white of House Gliacon. Perhaps she would make a good lady-in-waiting. Or perhaps she is my only competition. Her calm face betrays no sign that she is nervous under my stare.
“Silvers!” King Tiberias Calore VII breaks my thoughts, and I immediately turn to face him, glimpsing the tiniest smile. I smile to myself. It’s reassuring to know that I am the favorite to win. I turn my attention to the Queen, dressed in her usual extravagant dresses. Her Queenstrial gown is an elegant construction of thousands of glittering knives. The Crown Prince Tiberias stands in between his parents, stiff, calm, and powerful.
“We have gathered here today to observe the sacred rite of Queenstrial,” the King booms. He stares at everyone of his subjects, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off of them. None want to be the one to displease their king.
The king raises his arms and shouts, “Who will claim Queenstrial?”
My grandfather, the head of House Merandus is the first to speak.
“I claim Queenstrial!”
“I claim Queenstrial!” Tarsus Provos speaks next, and Chalcedon Osanos immediately follows.
“I claim Queenstrial!”
“I claim Queenstrial!” shouts Jothyr Rhambos, and Argentus Gliacon follows.
“I claim Queenstrial!” The arena rings with claims of the Queenstrial from each house until the only house to remain silent is Samos, ineligible because of the Samos queen on the throne.
The echoes slowly die out, and I pick up my skirts and walk to the waiting area as other girls quickly realize what they’re supposed to be doing. I catch the eye of the Gliacon girl and she smirks at me. The nerve of that girl.
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I'll post Marietta later. . . in the meantime, TOP!
(September 8, 2016 - 11:05 pm)
(September 11, 2016 - 12:19 pm)
(September 12, 2016 - 11:13 pm)
Um, what, yeah, hi? Okay, I'm here. Sooo, I guess I'll have my charrie starting off discovering that she's a Newblood, because nothing's happening with the Scarlet Guard. Take it away, Serena.*Okay* Charries can talk to me? WHAT? What is happening here? Okay, whatever, let's just finally get this post started. *Takes deep breath, which is kind of stupid because this will obviously be short- that's me!*
Oh, I almost forgot! Serena has meteors as a power along with space. And, since she's OP, she can only turn off stars, the sun, and the moon. I'm going to start now.
Serena List~
"Hey Mom, You can talk to?"
"Sure, Serena."
"Um, I've been wondering something ... Well, sometimes, Uh, the STARS have been Coming Out and back. Sometimes little STARS or meteors Are appearing in My hands. Mom, am I Going crazy?"
"No, sweetie. You Are Newblood. You have the power of Space."
She goes on to explain all of my powers.
"Okay, There You have it. In Norta, people hate You. Honey, please go not There."
A FEW WEEKS LATER
"Mom, I've joined the Scarlet Guard. I'm moving to Norta."
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As you can see, she and her mom talk and type with an accent that capitalizes random letters.
DISCLAIMER: I translated everything I typed into a different language then back for the accents. In the books, Lakelanders don't have accents, but I thought that this would be fun. :) Bye! Reporter out!
(September 13, 2016 - 6:49 pm)
You guys have already started rping, but 15 people haven't joined, so I'm making a character. If you think you gone to far for someone new too join, say so and I'll leave.
(September 14, 2016 - 6:21 pm)
So this takes place about two weeks before the Queenstrial. I have never read Red Queen, so if I mess something up, tell me.
-Amelinda-
I open up the door I was pointed to. Why does the leader of the Scarlet Guard want to talk to just me? (I have no idea what his name is. I'm going to call him SG so I'll have a name. Can someone tell me what his name really is?)
"Ah, Amelinda your here." SG says.
"As far as I know." My reply makes him give me a look. He quickly get back to the point though.
"Anyway, as you know, the Queenstrial takes place in two weeks. Anything could happen during it. Our plan is to have you and a few other newbloods there just in case. We've arranged for you to take on a job as a maid, hich will allow you to go all over. You will be working with Marietta Elkwind."
"I'm a newblood, and could blow up the whole city if I wanted to, and you want me to be a maid."
"Yes." He's daring me to challenge him.
"Cool. I'm down with that. When do I start?"
"Soon enough that you should start packing."
"Then I'll be off."
"Amelinda, wait. I called you here by your self because you have you own task. Whatever you do, Adelina Merandus must not take the throne."
"Sir yes Sir."
TWO WEEKS LATER
Sweeping is so boring! I've been sweeping for ages, and ther's still more to do! Ha! done this room. Next room now. This is the hallway the maybe queens to be will walk down. My job ought to be easy. I sweep it quickly, putting my plan into action. Done.
Adelina walks down the hall as I peek out from another room. Time to test my plan. Now! I think. She stumbles. Well who wouldn't stumble when some of the dust I put on the floor blows up under your foot? Let's see how well she does now.
(September 16, 2016 - 10:45 am)
I'm sorry guys, I'm bad at writing and typing. THERE WERE SO MANY TYPOS! I'm really sorry.
(September 17, 2016 - 9:24 am)
It's perfectly fine! And the leader of the Scarlet Guard is Captain Farley, who's a girl.
(September 22, 2016 - 10:30 pm)