another lil rp
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Thread Topic: another lil rp
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C2, the king of [insert kingdom #1 name here], has lost a war to the King of [insert kingdom #2 name here]. C2 has been caught captive and kept in the King's dungeons, awaiting his trial.
C1, the prince of [insert kingdom #2 here], witnesses the exchange between C2 and his father, before C2 is thrown into the dungeons. C1, sympathizing for the fallen king, decides to bring C2 food and water.
They get to know each other, and begin to take a liking to each other. But what happens when C1's father finds out and C2's execution arrives?
This would work better in an older setting, so like no technology and stuffs. I'd prefer to be C2 but can do any :) -
i actually wanted to be c1 so this works out well lol
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Awesome! so here's the char sheet:
Name:
Age: (20-25 ig)
Gender + pronouns:
Appearance:
Personality:
Kingdom (like that they're apart of):
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Other:
I might not be able to get mine done at school today but I'll try after :) -
Name: briar m. campbell.
Age: around 22 years old.
Gender + pronouns: male (he/him).
Appearance: short curly black hair, pale complexion and freckles, wears make up (bc femboy u^u), glasses framing pale blue eyes, permanent baby face, likesmto dress more feminine (not usually dresses, but more feminine style and vibe (he a fancy bish u^u)) (check second page of my oc thread to see what he looks like, can’t reupload the image atm)
Personality: ambiverted, more extroverted, bubbly, chatty, very opinionated, always ready to defend his friends, a bit naive (and a bit of a dumb---), very loving and caring, (is a bit of a cry-baby but we love him anyways u^u).
Kingdom (like that they're apart of): kingdom of altea.
Strengths: physically is rather strong, despite his appearance, great at hand to hand combat (prefers swords over bows and arrows), is a pretty good problem-solver, and is very persuasive.
Weaknesses: way too trusting for his own good (always tries to see the good in others), not the smartest person ever, but at least he has common sense- lol
Other: this bish ✨ ~gay as hell~ ✨
(all good! dw abt it!) -
(just as a heads up, i probably won’t be on much tomorrow, as i’m gonna be at an amusement park for maybe most of the day, so i’ll try and reply asap ^^’)
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Name: Lawrence A. (Andrew) Wilson
Age: (20-25 ig) 23
Gender + pronouns: Male, he/him
Appearance:
Black, almost blue-ish hair, deep blue eyes, tall-ish, pale skin with no freckles, he doesn't have a soft body but not an overly muscular one either, uses thin-frames rectangular reading glasses. He wears more smart clothing than casual
Personality: Very introverted, and is a bit of a people pleaser. He's good at talking to people, but doesn't necessarily like it. He is trusting to certain people, but is a pessimist and a strategist than an optimist,
Kingdom (like that they're apart of): Equimor
Strengths: Writing, strategizing, good with a bow an arrow and knife. He doesn't like using swords often, but can if he has to. He's pretty physically strong but doesn't like using his hands
Weaknesses: Hand-to-hand combat, pretty guys, he cares more about his duty as a king than his personal life and tend to be a people pleaser
Other: ✨closeted gay✨ -
(you wanna start? i’m like, so braindead rn lmfaoo
it’s midnight and i should be asleep but- eh, who needs it? haha) -
(thats honestly fair enough lmao, imagine sleeping-
yh I'll start lmfao)
Lawrence A. Wilson, former King of Equimor, was shoved to his knees by a soldier. He looked up at the King of Atlea, face bloodstained and garments torn. A quiver was on his belt, but it was empty of arrows. His bow was snapped and thrown beside him. He was held in place by two soldiers, on his knees, arms behind his back despite his struggles. 'Unhand me!' he shouted, thrashing against the two men, but a hand swiftly covered his mouth, muffling his shouts.
The King of Atlea just laughed darkly. 'The King of Equimor, is it? Or, former king?'
Lawrence scowled, still struggling against the men restraining him. -
(xD frr, like, who does that??)
Briar Campbell, son of Alador Campbell, watched from afar, being sure to keep himself hidden. He was never invited to attend these meetings, and he never really knew why until now. He watched as the young king was shoved to the floor, anger in his expression. God, I cannot believe him! The nerve my Father has- He exhaled, shaking his head. No, what- what am I thinking? He is the king, so he- he can do this, right? Oh, but it feels so very wrong… -
Alador just chuckled. 'You fought a worthy battle, Lawrence Wilson, but it seems you just weren't good enough. Your people will bow down to me, after they hear what is going to happen to you. Such a shame you couldn't protect your little kingdom.'
Lawrence spat against the hand against his mouth, and it was quickly recoiled away from his face. 'They will never bow to you!' he shouted, trying to pull himself away from the soldiers. 'They are loyal to me!'
'But they already have, former King. You're going to be executed in a week, and your former citizens will rejoice at your death,' Alador said, sneering. Lawrence hated the smug look on his face.
'They will never. They are loyal to the Wilson family.' -
“Execution? Holy s---, this isn’t good, this- this isn’t right!” Briar whisper shouted from his hiding spot, anger rising in him. He almost went to stand up, but stopped himself, fear taking over. No, I- if I try and stand up against him, I’ll just get in more trouble- and if I get in trouble, it may just make things worse and he might get angrier and then who knows what’ll happen to that guy! He sighed and continued to watch from his hiding spot, nervous energy radiating through his body.
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Alador just laughed. ‘Oh, you have no idea, Lawrence Wilson.’ He looked at his servants, still restraining him on his knees. ‘Take him to the dungeons.’
Lawrence was forced to his feet. He struggled against the two men, but was overpowered and shoved to the exit of the throne room. ‘You’ll regret this, King Alador!’ he shouted over his shoulder, and was swiftly shoved out the double door. He scowled but allowed himself to be shoved through the castle, eyes fixed on the ground. They got to the dungeons, a dark and gloomy part of the castle, with tiny, barred windows and small cells. He was shoved to the ground and winced at the coldness of the stone floor. The barred door was locked and the servants left.
Lawrence leaned against the wall, face buried in his hands. He’d lost the war. He’d lost his kingdom, his citizens, his dignity, all to the King of Altea. -
Briar watched from his hiding space as the guards took away the king, a jumble of emotions swirling through his mind. He wanted to talk to his father, but right now he was far too upset at his actions. So instead, he decided he would make sure the King his father sent to the dungeon was okay. He carefully and quietly followed the guards, managing to slip into the dungeon without being noticed. He walked over to the cell that held the king, peeking inside. “Hello, King- Lawrence, was it?”
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Lawrence rubbed his eyes in despair before looking up at the man. He watched him for a moment, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 'At your service,' he mumbled, wiping a bloodstain off his cheek with the back of his hand. He recognized the stranger as Prince Briar, and immediately despised him. He wasn't one to judge somebody because of their relatives, but it was customary to hate the son of the man who took everything from him.
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“Are- Are you okay?” Briar asked, worry laced in his voice. “I- I know, my father can be- a lot, but I-“ He exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he began to pace back and forth in front of Lawrence’s cell. “To be honest, I don’t really know why he’s put you down here, because this just doesn’t seem like him- And it just- It feels unfair to you,” he added, stopping and looking at the young man, “because you don’t seem like you’re a villain who needs to be executed-“ He sighed, rubbing his hands together. “Pardon me, uhm- Where are my manners? My name is Briar.”
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