Character Castle 2.0 – Room B
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OK, so this is basically just like the Character Castle 2.0, but with a special emphasis on spill over 🙂 So if anyone has any characters from Character Castle 2.0 they want to move in here, or would like to explore different dynamics with the same characters, feel free to move them in and out of here at will. It’s basically just a different room in Character Castle 2.0 🙂
Also, one spot is reserved for my friend who’s joining SE (!)
For anyone new coming in, here’s the character castle rules!
1. Any character is welcome, hero or villain, incomplete or fully developed.
2. Characters may enter or leave the castle at the writer’s choice.
3. The castle is meant to test your characters so all actions within Forum Guideline are allowed. However, certain crimes may incur the wrath of the castle’s guardians. Villains beware.
4. The number of active characters shall be no more than 1o to allow writers to easily keep up with who is in.
5. Invent rooms at will. The castle’s floor plan changes at random so if you can’t remember the map, who cares.
6. Going beyond the castle’s outer ramparts is impossible. This is to limit the size to a degree and encourage character interaction.
7. Have fun.
@rose-colored-fancy @mamaauthoress @denali-christianson @rusted-knight @inkhorn @irishcelticredflowercrown @emily-waldorf @anyone-else-i-missed*laughs as one fey*
Thank you so much!!
You already know Rúan, but I’ll give a bio for anyone else who doesn’t. (:
NAME: Rúan MacAodhàn Pyrestone
GENDER: Male
AGE: 20
RACE: Human
HAILS FROM: Mortus Keep, Kindra continent, Dryadal-Tara (born in Vulgen Village, Aquira continent)
CHARACTER TYPE: Protagonist
SKIN: Irish pale
HAIR: Flaming red
EYES: Sea green
BUILD: VERY tall, broad in the shoulders, a bit imposing/intimidating to smaller people
NOTES: Rúan is the next heir to the throne of embers, the crown of his clan of Blazing. He is very socially weak, because the only people he’s ever trusted growing up was his mother and a missionary girl. He’s got a fiery passion for what he believes, but sometimes that fire can leak into his mood or temperament, and he sometimes acts half his age (a n g er is s u e s for the win 😆).
Annnnnnnd now for the second character!! *jazz hands*
NAME: Osløn Erlendsson Hvítur
GENDER: Male
AGE: 23
RACE: Human
HAILS FROM: Brisque City, Aquira continent, Dryadal-Tara
CHARACTER TYPE: Antagonist
SKIN: White-pale
HAIR: Pure white
EYES: Ice blue
BUILD: Extremely tall, muscular, intensely intimidating
NOTES: Osløn was born by a surrogate mother to an elderly nobleman who needed an heir for his goods and power. He grew up knowing his father as distant idol to look up to, and his mother as a whelp that abandoned him after his birth. Osløn is a sly, coldly calculating villain who somehow seems to know Rúan’s every move, and he reads into people to know the right place to poke them and issue a negative reaction.
I’ll upload a picture of Rúan in the next post.
Anxious gremlin coming through
I’m going to drop Athena and Ophelia in here for a while! I might not leave them in for long, just because they’re very undeveloped, it can go any direction from here.
Ooohhh, I love that picture of Rúan!
Okay, here are the profiles! (They’re kinda incomplete, as I said, I know next to nothing about them XD)
Everything here is heavily subject to change XD
Name: Ophelia
Age: about 19
Appearance: About 5’7″, very athletic and graceful, blonde hair to mid-back, gray-green eyes, often wears light, blushy makeup. Her clothing is very feminine, often lacy and light, she loves dresses and pretty shoes. Usually has a purse with her.
Personality: Very, very sweet. She’s cheerful and bubbly. Tends to be dramatic, but mostly in a harmless way. She’s very good at reading other people, and a bit of a people-pleaser. She often comes across as vapid and shallow, a typical “dumb blonde” but she’s much smarter than people give her credit for.
Mannerisms: Her motions and expressions are often theatrically exaggerated, she talks with her hands. She appears to be allergic to walking normally, she’s usually twirling or skipping. She tends to smile even when she isn’t feeling like it.
Notes: She’s a full-time ballet student at an academy. She might have ADHD/dyslexia. She’s extremely observant but seldom lets on. She has trouble making friends, she has a lot of acquaintances and is generally liked but just… doesn’t have many friends.
Name: Athena.
Age: 19 or 20.
Appearance: About 5’5″, kind of boyish figure. Dark, kind of frizzy/wavy hair. Dark eyes and big, wire-rimmed glasses. Never wears makeup, slightly darker skin than Ophelia. I think she might be Latina but I actually have no idea. Her clothing is pretty basic, usually wears pants and practical shoes. She has an old, oversized blazer she wears a lot.
Personality: Much more stoic than Ophelia. She’s very smart, both book-smart and witty. Much more methodical and organized than Ophelia. She sometimes tends to be pretentious.
Notes: She’s also a student at the same school as Ophelia, but she either studies forensics or psychology. (I haven’t decided which XD) She does kickboxing as a hobby.
I have no idea what either of them are going to do, so that’ll be interesting XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
@merieshenanigans Here it is! Hopefully we’ll be able to get it up and running soon, but in the meantime I have some catch-up to do…
Also, like I said, absolutely no pressure to stay active. I think most, if not all of us here have taken ridiculously long leaves of absence xD
*laughs as one fey*
I’ll drop (literally) Conroy in this castle. His character growth would be stunted if he was with Khalon.
Here’s a quick overview of Conroy:
Name: Conroy Flinston
Age: somewhere between 19 and 22
Appearance: About 6 ft. tall; thin face with dull brown hair and eyes, light colored skin; has on a knee-length, light, caramel colored jacket with matching pants, wearing a white shirt entire appearance is meticulously neat; average athleticity (if that makes sense)
Personality: has a sense of self-preservation though it is 60% of the time overshadowed by his tendency to on purposely make people feel uncomfortable and awkward; is determined and hard working, can be condescending, surprisingly patient
Other Details: has a stutter that worsens under strong emotions, this tends to make others underestimate him or dismiss anything that he has to say; likes to observe people, marking down their names, age, personality, and worldview;
And there is Conroy Flinston!
@calidris @rose-colored-fancy @mamaauthoress
I’ll go ahead and drop Conroy into the castle.
CONROY
Khalon shoved me against the wall. I slumped to floor, gasping for the air that had been knocked out of me. Khalon loomed over me and slapped my face before turning on his heel and striding away. His gesture was clear. I was not worth his time. I struggled to my feet, my hand against my face. Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut? My life would be much less painful if I did. I took in one last deep breath, attempting to clear my fuzzy head. I leaned my head against the wall, but there was no wall behind me.
“Wha-,” I sputtered as stumbled backwards. The floor seemed to slant up, sliding me further into the darkness. Flashes of light sped by me. I flailed my arms, grasping desperately for anything solid. The back of my hand slammed against a smooth, hard surface. I hissed, cradling my hand when I realized that I was now in a large room. A library (what better place to start an adventure than in a library XD). I stared in amazement. “H-how?” I was all that I could manage to say. I slowly walked towards one bookshelf. I found myself growing more and more amused as I read the titles: Being an Evil Castle 101, How to Manipulate Humans for Dummies, The Art of Being Intimidating, and How to Push a Person’s Buttons.
“What s-sort of place is this?” I murmured to myself. Despite the room’s bright colors, I had a dark feeling that there was a sinister presence lurking in the stone walls.
That’s an awesome start! I’m going to introduce Ophelia and Athena!
Athena
It was getting dim, closer to twilight, and we weren’t even on the campus yet. Ophelia wasn’t exactly helping.
She ran after me, her heels tapping on the cobblestones, purse swinging from her shoulder. Although she was taller than I was, she was always slower. The combination of high heels and being easily distracted meant she always ended up slowing me down.
I shook my head and smiled, pulling my satchel higher onto my shoulder, then looked back at her. Her footsteps had stopped, she was staring up at an old door covered in ivy.
“We have to get back before dark, leave Tchaikovsky at that,” I said, interrupting her humming, which I recognized almost instantly. (I spelled that right in one go, I’m proud of myself XD) The Nutcracker was slowly driving me over the edge.
She stood staring up at the worn door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. An edge of a lace cuff showed beneath her heavy, cable-knit white sweater that looked like a snowy landscape.
“I think it’s a portal,” she said, dreamily.
I sighed and doubled back, pulling my worn blazer tighter around me.
“Where to?” I asked, not quite able to keep the teasing out of my voice.
“Fairyland,” she answered, instantly. She flashed me a dazzling smile, pink lipstick soft against her always pale skin.
“There’s no such place,” I said, with a sigh. “It’s getting dark, look, the street lights are on. We won’t be back on campus before it’s completely dark if you keep looking for portals.”
Ophelia tilted her head in a familiar pout.
“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
I bit back a sigh. I usually didn’t mind her spontaneous fancies, but I was right and she was ignoring me.
Before I could protest, she’d gripped the heavy copper doorknob and turned it. The hinges were decorated with a crouching dragon, the knocker a lion’s head. I’d seen this door before, even briefly remarked on how it stood out against the plainer doors in the street, but I’d never tried to open it.
It opened easily, without even the slightest creak you’d expect from such an old door. Ophelia gripped it, shoving against it with all her strength. It was heavier than either of us had expected, but once it was in motion it flung open wide.
“Ophelia, we can’t do that, this is someone’s house,” I said, rather shocked at her irresponsible behavior.
Ophelia shook her head.
“That isn’t a house,” she said, peering around the corner with an exaggerated gesture that belonged on stage.
She was right. The long hallway was checked with marble tiles, black and white like a chessboard. At the end, a large, light room awaited. There were no other doors in the hall.
Without even doubting, Ophelia slipped inside, her heels tapping on the marble with a series of sharp clicks.
My once-thrifted men’s shoes made a much heavier tread following after her.
I gripped my bookbag tighter as it weighed me down.
The door swung shut behind us with a bang. I turned, startled. Neither of us had pushed it closed, and there was no draft. How had it closed?
This felt a little too much like a hypothetical situation for a crime-scene investigation, but Ophelia was entirely unbothered. Honestly, was she even thinking?
I sighed, coming to the unfortunate conclusion that the answer was probably no.
“Athena? Why didn’t you tell me there was a library here?”
My head snapped around. A library? I had all the libraries and bookstores in the area memorized, and this wasn’t one of them.
I strode after her and froze in the doorway. It was the most beautiful library I’d ever seen. Thick, leather-bound books lined every wall, all the way up to the domed ceiling. Ladders led up to the higher books, thick leather chairs circled the center of the room, practically an invitation.
I ran my fingers along the rows of thick books, breathing in the scent of old books and decaying paper. This was home. I didn’t care if I’d never been here before, this was as familiar as my heartbeat, as the rhythm of my own breathing.
Ophelia was spinning around in the middle of the room, trying to see all the books at once.
I pulled out one of the thickest. It bore no title, but the red leather was faded and worn smooth.
I didn’t even pay attention to Ophelia as she spoke to someone, only distantly registering the words.
“Oh, hello! I’m sorry if we’re not supposed to be here, the door was open. I like your costume!”
I didn’t particularly care, and besides, she sounded as perky as ever. There couldn’t be much of a problem.
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Yep, she was addressing Conroy XD @inkhorn I was assuming his clothing would look unfamiliar, but if it looks contemporary, you can just ignore that last comment XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
I love Ophelia and Athena already (Ophelia especially)!
CONROY
Pushing away my feeling of dread, I picked up How to Manipulate Humans for Dummies since I saw nothing else to do. As I flipped through the pages, my feeling of dread returned bringing disgust with it. Though I couldn’t say that I was innocent of manipulating others, I always kept in mind that they were people, not animals, unlike the book that I was reading.
“Oh, hello! I’m sorry if we’re not supposed to be here, the door was open. I like your costume!” a cheery voice beside me said.
“Bonum scuti!” I exclaimed in a voice that was two octaves higher than the average male’s. I whirled around and found a girl that looked as cheery as her voice standing next to me.
“Did I scare you?” she asked.
Trying to regain the dignity I had so recently lost, I smiled stiffly and bowed. “Y-yes, you d-did startle me,” I said, clenching my fists as I heard myself stutter. I breathed deeply. “And I’m n-not the owner of this…establishment.”
I studied the girl. She was rather tall with a naive air about her. She was an honest person. I could trust that she would always tell the truth even if it wasn’t called for.
“I’m Ophelia,” she said extending her hand.
I glanced at her hand, uncertain of what I was supposed to do. I decided to ignore it. “I’m Conroy Flinston. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
@rose-colored-fancy if Ophelia did anything unOphelia-like then feel free to change it@calidris thanks for saving me a spot!
@rose-colored-fancy @inkhorn @mamauthoressI’ll drop in my character Erik!
NAME: Erik Deshansen
AGE: Around 21-22
APPEARANCE: Carefully-disheveled blond hair styled back, a few sky-blue streaks that hang over the front; light dusky skin; somewhat feline blue eyes; lean but strong frame; not of a particularly great stature. Probably wearing some fantasy-type traveling clothes, but I don’t really know with this guy
PERSONALITY: Ironic, abrasive, unafraid to speak his mind (though he always starts out with tact) but generally cheerful and good-natured. Well-versed in book knowledge, not the most emotionally intelligent, but has a heart of gold and likes to take people under his wing. He seems full of energy but gets tired out easily by people who are anywhere near as stubborn as he; also he has an incurable mischievous streak with a curiosity that never fails to be roused by the wrong things.
OTHER: Cannot sit still. Carries a treasured set of four fancy knives around with him, each named after a former love (or so he says). I’m not sure whether to disclose his occupation at this time since it’s something of a major spoiler, but we can say for now that he’s had some experience in the thrilling life of a thief. Also he really, really loves mangoes (and all other foods, actually).
I’ve never joined a roleplay as detailed and descriptive as this kind, so… xD Forgive me for feeling slightly daunted. I will do my best to keep up though! (And your characters all seem so much fun!)
~ always be a happy camper ~
I love Ophelia and Athena already (Ophelia especially)!
That’s awesome! I have to ask, what made you like them? I’m having trouble getting attached to them, especially Athena XD
I’ve never joined a roleplay as detailed and descriptive as this kind, so… xD Forgive me for feeling slightly daunted. I will do my best to keep up though! (And your characters all seem so much fun!)
That’s totally fine! It’s a big learning curve, but as soon as you figure it out it’s really fun! Don’t worry about the quality of your writing at all, as long as you have fun it’s perfect!
And don’t worry about replying quickly, there are always long interludes in these RP’s XD Sometimes everyone just… vanishes for like a month XD
Ophelia
“Bonum scuti!” the man said, spinning around. His voice squeaked higher than he’d expected and he looked rather embarrassed.
Athena couldn’t let that go without comment.
“It should be ‘Bonum scutum’. ‘Shield’ is the subject, so it’s in nominativus, and the adjective matches the noun in tense, case, and gender,” she said, without even looking up.
I smiled at the man rather sheepishly, wishing Athena hadn’t brought it up. Perhaps she was right, but it wasn’t necessary to correct him.
“I’m sorry, did I startle you?” I asked.
The man smiled stiffly and bowed. He was supremely uncomfortable.
“Y-yes, you d-did startle me.”
He had a stammer and he was obviously extremely aware of it. I pointedly ignored it and pretended I hadn’t heard anything out of the ordinary.
“And I’m n-not the owner of this…establishment.”
He looked at me rather uncertainly and I smiled even wider. It was one thing I’d learned. If you aren’t sure what you’re doing, just smile and hope nobody notices.
Someone had to take the initiative and he obviously wasn’t going to.
I reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m Ophelia, pleased to meet you!”
He stared at me as though I was suggesting something quite ridiculous. Thankfully I was wearing enough blush that he wouldn’t notice my embarrassment.
“I’m Conroy Flinston. A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said.
I always hated figuring out what to say after introductions, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
“That’s a nice name! For some reason, my parents decided to name me after that character in Hamlet, though I don’t make a habit of dying dramatically after being driven into madness.”
I grinned and as though to disprove my own point, I sat down in one of the large leather chairs by collapsing in a dramatic, long-practiced imitation of fainting.
Athena didn’t even look up, she was long used to my habit.
Conroy looked extremely startled and I grinned, shaking back my curls and kicking my feet over the armrest so I sprawled in the chair elegantly. ‘Fainting’ was more fun than sitting down any other way and other people’s reactions just made it better.
I admired my shoes, dark pink heeled slippers that tied up with ribbons around my ankles. I mindlessly dug in my purse and pulled out lip-gloss.
This was bad. I had no idea where we were, and something about this whole place was spectacularly off.
The gloss tasted of strawberries and anxiety as I tried to figure out what had happened.
I didn’t trust Conroy. He didn’t seem dangerous, necessarily, but he seemed like he didn’t belong here. Moreso, like he had never belonged here.
I glanced over at Athena. She didn’t seem worried. She stood reading, her glasses slipping to the tip of her nose as she bent over the thick book.
I was going to give this a while longer, but if anything went wrong I was ready to make a gracious exit. Until then, I would valiantly act as though nothing was wrong.
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
@merieshenanigans
Your character sounds cool! (anyone with blonde/blue hair, feline eyes, and a knife set is cool)That’s awesome! I have to ask, what made you like them? I’m having trouble getting attached to them, especially Athena XD
I think that I like them because of how they differed from each other in their personalities. They balanced each other out. Individually, I enjoyed Ophelia because of her innocence which is really quite funny, and the kind of calming presence that she brings. Athena is a little harder to connect to, but, like Athena, I have people in my life that I try to look out for and protect yet can’t seem to keep from running off into new worlds (not literally for myself). I hope that helps.
It should be ‘Bonum scutum’. ‘Shield’ is the subject, so it’s in nominativus, and the adjective matches the noun in tense, case, and gender,” she said, without even looking up.
I look forward to writing Conroy’s reaction to this.
Conroy: My reaction? Really. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t have a reaction since you forced that atrociously incorrect Latin into my mouth. Unlike you, I actually know how to speak in Latin.
Me: I got confused between all the cases!
Conroy: *in a high, squeaky voice* I got confused with all the cases! *in his normal voice* You had the Latin charts with all the cases neatly printed out in front of you!
Me: That’s it. You’re going back into the castle. Bye!
I think that I like them because of how they differed from each other in their personalities. They balanced each other out. Individually, I enjoyed Ophelia because of her innocence which is really quite funny, and the kind of calming presence that she brings. Athena is a little harder to connect to, but, like Athena, I have people in my life that I try to look out for and protect yet can’t seem to keep from running off into new worlds (not literally for myself). I hope that helps.
Oh, that does help a lot! Thank you!
I look forward to writing Conroy’s reaction to this.
Conroy: My reaction? Really. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t have a reaction since you forced that atrociously incorrect Latin into my mouth. Unlike you, I actually know how to speak in Latin.
Me: I got confused between all the cases!
Conroy: *in a high, squeaky voice* I got confused with all the cases! *in his normal voice* You had the Latin charts with all the cases neatly printed out in front of you!
Me: That’s it. You’re going back into the castle. Bye!
Let me start by apologizing for Athena XD That was an extremely rude thing to do on all counts, but she’s Like That (TM) unfortunately XD
I might actually be wrong XD I googled it to see what it meant, and then remembered there was something funky about adjectives and nominatives so I googled that too XD (Sometimes you can really tell I scraped through my Latin exam by pure luck XD)
Don’t we all get confused between the cases though??? It’s just an absolute nightmare 😭😅 To this day I can’t remember the tenses. How are there so many conjugations?? XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
Oh, that does help a lot! Thank you!
I’m glad it helped.
Let me start by apologizing for Athena XD That was an extremely rude thing to do on all counts, but she’s Like That (TM) unfortunately XD
XD I’ll just go ahead and apologize for whatever Conroy is going to say in return. XD
I might actually be wrong XD I googled it to see what it meant, and then remembered there was something funky about adjectives and nominatives so I googled that too XD (Sometimes you can really tell I scraped through my Latin exam by pure luck XD)
I double checked it in my Latin book, and you were correct. I have no idea why I chose to have my characters speak Latin, but I’m too attached to the idea to change it XD
Don’t we all get confused between the cases though??? It’s just an absolute nightmare 😭😅 To this day I can’t remember the tenses. How are there so many conjugations?? XD
You can say that again. I’m constantly flipping through my Latin book to those pages with those wonderful charts. I’m going to have to dog ear them.
Your character sounds cool! (anyone with blonde/blue hair, feline eyes, and a knife set is cool)
Thank you! xD
I’m quite fond of your characters as well; Ophelia especially already has my heart. She’s a type of character I love to read about but really don’t see often enough!
That’s totally fine! It’s a big learning curve, but as soon as you figure it out it’s really fun! Don’t worry about the quality of your writing at all, as long as you have fun it’s perfect!
Very well, in that case I shall just drop my boy in now… and leave him to his own devices until someone comes find him xD
ERIK
As any man with a brain should know, the first thing one does upon being dumped unceremoniously into a strange castle is to find the kitchens.
Doing so was easier than he’d expected, perhaps because the castle appeared to be a rather empty one, which he tried not to let bother him too much. It didn’t give off a forbidding feeling, at any rate, so he supposed that it wasn’t a crime for him to be here. And yet it looked so well-kept, every hallway swept and corner dusted and not a single cobweb in sight, that it couldn’t possibly be uninhabited.
Eh, well, it was probably some sort of magic. And as long as it didn’t bear any malicious intent toward intruders, he’d be all right.
He presently found himself in a large area which he assumed would be the kitchens… if it weren’t as utterly deserted as the rest of the castle. Well, there went the usual plan of getting a word out of any maids or page-boys that were more than happy to pause in the middle of some trivial errand for a chance to slack off. Mighty unsettling, what?
The huge brick oven nearby still glowed red, a soup-pot on the stove was bubbling, and he did smell something spicy. It occurred to him that he had not eaten in several hours.
Now the last thing any man should do when dumped into a strange, empty, most-likely-magical castle must be to eat something inside, especially if he had no idea who made it. But Erik had read many a a Trimoorine folk legend in his childhood, and he knew that nothing was bound to happen unless he did something foolish, like break a particular flower vase or touch a cursed lamp or take a bite of some poisoned fruit. Or maybe nothing would happen if he did any of those things. Either way, he thought to himself as he strode toward the source of that inviting spicy fragrance, it was like he always said–
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Aaaand we will see where this little idiot’s favorite catchphrase will get him soon enough… *shrugs*
~ always be a happy camper ~
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