"I do... Who are you again?"
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Thread Topic: "I do... Who are you again?"
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For as long as C1 and C2 can remember, their families have been locked in a feud. The reason is so old that neither of them know the cause, only that there must be fighting. C1 and C2 are the children of the rival group's leaders. Although the two have never met, they are aware of each other's existence. After years of death and warring, a meeting is called to settle the feud between the two groups. But the method is rather unusual..
By the arrangement of their parents, C1 and C2 are to get married. Their parents hope that this will eventually bring the groups closer together and stop the senseless warring.
The children couldn't disagree more.
(If you have anything to add or edit, now would be the time ^~^ ) -
Oooh, I like the title!
I think you got it! The only thing I'd like to add is the inspiration, which is a manga called "Nisekoi." Reading that gave me the idea for the plot. -
Thought you might x3
Yes yes, that's important o.o
So.. charries? -
Right!
Name: Rhyder James Shroud
Appearance:
Rhyder is the heir to the Shroud group, much to his dismay. He has a very just personality, which conflicts with the "family business" a bit. He is usually a bit passive and easy-going about most things and rarely gets fired up, but nothing can deter him once he gets going. He is kind and caring towards most people, but has a temper when he is set off.
(if there is anything I need to add to this, please let me know) -
(Age)
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Right, sorry. 18 years old -
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There we go!
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Name: Sylvya Kramiery
Age: just turned 18
Public appearance:
Preffered appearance:
Sylvya's mom was killed in the last major battle, so she hates the war that's going on. Her parents had raised her a fighter, ruthless and brutal with a gun or bare-handed. She's a tough gun lover with an insatiable desire to please her father. She hates that she's the heir to the Kramiery line, and hates being in positions of high power, unless its on the battlefield. She loves sniper rifles, throwing knives, and daisies.
Deep down, though, she's a broken girl who just wants someone to see her for who she is, not whose child she is. -
Sylvya sighed as her walkie talkie beeped. This was just a training exercise, so she was required to have it on full blast, just in case. She rolled her eyes as she heard her father bark at her to "get the hell back to the house and clean your lazy ass up." She strapped her rifle to her back and began trudging the five miles through the forest back to the house. As she got up, she heard catcalls from her friends, no doubt teasing her about having to go. Without looking back, she drew a handgun from her holster and shot the head off the Styrofoam mannequin. The calls stopped.
She jogged the rest of the way to the house and jumped in the shower. They were supposed to be meeting with the head of their rival group later that day, and as the daughter of her group's leader, she of course had to attend. She walked out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and stared at what had been set out for her. Black dress. No. She rummaged through her closet and found a well-fitting pair of black jeans and a clean red tank top. She topped it with a brown vest and made a face at herself in the mirror. She finished brushing her hair and made her way downstairs, where her father took one look at her and sighed. -
Rhyder splashed water on his face and looked up into the mirror before him. He squinted to see what his face looked like without his glasses, then gave up and used a towel to dry his face. Placing his glasses back on, he turned to look for the suit that had been set out for him. He hated formal clothes like this, but he had to wear them for important meetings like this one. This meeting was extremely important, as it may end the fighting between the Shrouds and the Kramiery family, or so he had been told by his father. As he was putting on the tie of his suit, he heard a knock at the door, signalling it was time to go. Looking down at the tie in his hand, he decided against wearing his least favorite thing about suits and tossed it onto the bed as he walked out his bedroom door.
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Sylvya groaned and walked back up the stairs, changing out the jeans for a flowly, knee-length skirt. She returned downstairs and her father grunted before the two of them and their assistants went out to the car and left for the meeting place.
She stared out the window, bored. She literally did nothing at any meetings, just sat there. But she had to attend anyways, and a meeting of this importance required her to be there. Her father relayed to their assistants what to expect, but she didn't listen. She had five small knives already hidden on her person. Although doubtful that she'd have to use them, she felt more comfortable and complete with them. -
Walking down the hallway towards the front entrance, Rhyder sighed. He hated going to these meetings. He never wanted to be a part of the family business, but he had no choice in the matter. As the only child of the boss, he was forced into the position. Reaching the front entrance and eventually the car, he noticed that his father had his best suit on, which rarely happened. Nodding to his father, he took his seat in the car. Once the car began moving, Rhyder nodded off, tired from reading late into the night before.
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After half an hour of driving, they finally made it to the meeting hall. Sylvya's door was opened for her, and she gingerly stepped out, playing the part she knew she had to. The five of them made their way into the building, waiting to enter the actual meeting room until the Shrouds got there. Sylvya pulled out a small notebook and started writing and sketching. It was one of the things her mother had done, and she wanted to keep that part of her alive.
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Opening his eyes, Rhyder found that his father was trying to shake him awake. Looking out the car window, he notice that they had arrived at the meeting place. He stepped out of the car, yawning and stretching, trying to get rid of the lingering tiredness from his short nap. Once he had woken up enough, he jogged over to follow his father and their guards inside. He kept his eyes cast downward as they approached the Kramiery group to enter the meeting hall.
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