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Welcome! As always, please only post if your name's in the title, but feel free to read along! |
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╔════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╗ Duncan Negri ╚════ ≪ °❈° ≫ ════╝ . Duncan - Dark Warrior Negri - Black . Nicknames : None Nicknames ( Given ) : Lemme know if you have any! . Age : 20 Gender : Male Sexuality : Straight Birth Date : Januray 18th . Kingdom : Night Kingdom Role : Prince of the Night & Day Kingdom Magic : The ability to create black smoke out of thin air. Has bat-like wings and full body tattoos that he can hide during the day, but cannot conceal at night. . ≪ Apperance ≫ . . Skin : Pale, yet still naturally, lightly tanned, clear of any imperfections or spots Build : Muscular, extremely strong, broad shoulders, 6'0 Hair : Eyes : Tattoos : The Tattoos are only visible during the night, unless inside the Night & Day Kingdom. He was born with them and cannot remove them. Every Night Kingdom citizen in born with these markings. Scars : A few minor ones from various accidents and battles Birthmarks : None Piercings : None Jewelry : Normally, none Voice : Low, soft, husky, very intense, although changes tone with emotions Style : . ≪ Personality ≫ . Quiet ❈ Introverted ❈ Observant ❈ Assertive ❈ Positive ❈ Thinks things through first ❈ Confident ❈ Courageous ❈ Calm ❈ Caring ❈ Diligent ❈ Patient ❈ Reckless ❈ Understanding ❈ Trustworthy ❈ Persistent ❈ Honest ❈ Hard-Working . ≪ Relations ≫ . Crush : TBD Significant Other : None Exes : Princess Adriata of the Spring Kingdom . Familial Relations . Caroline Negri - Mother - Alive - Neutral Relationship Raymond Negri - Father - Deceased - Negative Relationship Alora Negri - Sister - Alive - Strong, Positive Relationship Malakai Negri - Brother - Alive - Strong, Positive Relationship . Other Relations . N/A atm . Finished! |
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Name: Axel Stoneleaf Age: 20 years Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Appearance: Long calico colored hair (red and white, as a result of his mother being from fall kingdom and his father being from winter) that ends at around his waist, normally done in a style for for battle. His eyes are heterochromic - his left is an ice blue color (nearly white) and his right is a sort of rich chestnut brown (with hints of red), and his skin is a dark tan, but has lighter patches (sort of like vitiligo). He has some scars on his back from various punishments from his time serving the militia, as well as a scar on his right cheek from a dagger years ago as well as a few other various scars. He has various tattoos as well (the most noticeable ones are a dragon behind his left ear and a tribal sort of tattoo sleeve on his right arm, all with white ink), along with plenty of piercings (mainly his ears, but he does have a lip ring in the center of his lower lip as well). His build is slim but athletic, and while he's fairly short (about 5’4”) he can hold his own in a fight and is a member of the kingdom special forces unit - a band of elite warriors that are known for winning battles by brutality (they're all mixed 'breeds' and are rumored to be vicious/more like animals than the normal people bc of being mixed). As for clothing, he's most comfortable in typical army clothes - neutral/natural tones, clothing made for combat, with combat boots. He typically also has some sort of simple leather armour on. He normally also has jewelry, including a small choker necklace that's metal, and his dog tags. Personality: Sage is pretty cautious/untrusting, and outwardly he shows the traits drilled into him by a life of military fighting and tactics as soldier of the kings army - untrusting, quiet until he needs to act, and does whatever he needs to do with 100 percent effort. Once he's free of those burdens, though, he does have a sense of humor and tends to be sarcastic. He's fairly quick to anger, though over the years he's learned to control his temper well and keep a good poker face. He is extremely loyal, so once someone earns his trust, he becomes quite attached. Backstory: Sage was orphaned at a young age, and grew up fighting in the streets as a part of various gangs. During his time there, his group was attacked by some soldiers, and forced into the winter kingdoms military. Since then, he's trained as part of the kingdoms group of soldiers - a group made only of 'mixed breeds' that specializes in coming in, hitting hard and brutal, and getting out quickly again in order to win battles. They are surrounded by rumors that they are vicious and more like animals than people, and even the people of his own kingdom are afraid of them. His specious hand to hand combat, with blades and guerilla tactics. His only magic involves moving quickly and he doesn't really get cold easily. If he tried she'd, he can make thing whither/rot, and speed up decomposition/age things....but this takes a lot of physical labor/energy so he doesn't do it often. |
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Duncan stalked through the Night & Day Kingdom war camp on his own, wings tucked in tight so he wouldn't accidentally brush them against anything. He weaved between the people hustling around, dealing with the wind down and beginning of the aftermath of this small battle. The people didn't part the sea for him, not like they did for his older brother, Duncan had to make sure not to run into anyone. And as much as Duncan loved his brother, it had been hard on him, living in his brothers shadow ever since he became king. Duncan used to be the poster child for the kingdom, but once his father died and Malakai took over, he was often overlooked. His older brother was a much better leader than his father though. Their father was abusive, used to hit Malakai. He never touched Duncan, but he was lucky to have an older brother willing to protect him and his sister. The blood and mud was splattered on Duncans boots as he continued his trudge towards his tent, but the rest of him was clean, spotless, except from the blood on his sword. Duncan didn't like the killing, the death, that came with war. He didn't like anything to do with war, but there wasn't much else he could do for his kingdom, and it needed protecting. He was nearing his tent when he was rudely interrupted by a woman, his second in command, Gwen. "Sir, we have a captive," she said, straight to the point. Duncan turned his head, stopping to speak with her. "Where are they being held?" he asked. They weren't supposed to keep captives. But Duncan didn't have the heart to send someone to death, not unless they posed a serious threat to his kingdom or his family. "Tent 34," Gwen replied. Duncan nodded, "Thank you for informing me," he said lightly with a slight dip of his head. Gwen returned the dip before turning to go deal with other matters. Duncan sighed, glancing at his tent. He paused for a moment. All he wanted was to be home. He turned, stalking off to Tent 34, winding his way through the crowds again. He'd have to go speak with the hostage before deciding whether or not to let him go.Mulitple guards lined the outside and inside of the tent, and Duncan dipped his head to them as he entered the tent. There, in the center, he was a man. A curious man. Gagged, and tied to the chair he was sitting in, but odd. He was a mix. A mix between Winter and Fall. That didn't usually happen. He flicked his hand and a guard pulled the gag off, letting the captive speak. "You're rather interesting, I must say," Duncan blurted out, not really thinking much about his words. |
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Axel hadn't planned on getting taken captive. In fact, he hadn't planned on fighting in this battle at all, but his group had been shoved into the left flank in the last second....a last ditch attempt to win the battle. Obviously, they'd lost. And now he was here, tied to a chair. Bound tightly enough to draw blood, and gagged, and absolutely one hundred percent pissed. The men around him all bore signs of his struggle, and one or two hadn't exactly made it back to their feet after he'd landed a blow. The only reason he was still here was because one of them had landed a lucky hit, and now he had a nasty gash along his side, still bleeding rather heavily. His ribs had stopped the blade from going too deep, but he was feeling rather gross by now. His eyes narrowed when a man about his age entered the tent. He recognized him....well, he was wearing a sort of crown and wasn't the king, so he knew who he was at least. The gag was taken off, and he let a flicker of boredom run across his face. Covering up the fear that was crawling through his chest and up his throat. "And you're not," he noted, leaning back in the chair he was in almost casually, a small smirk forming on his lips when the other man's eyes tightened. Ah, he'd struck a nerve. Good. "Why don't you send in your brother if i'm oh so important to your little gaggle of so called soldiers," he added, lips curling in a sort of scoff. One of the guard leaned down towards the prince, whispering a cautionary "he's one of them nasty Division brutes," to him. Axel grit his teeth together, not really appreciating the comment, though he was well used to it by now. "Careful with this one, he gave us quite the run for our money just taking him down out there. The moment he finds a chance to escape its over," another guard whispered, as if Axel couldn't hear them all anyway. He huffed a bit of hair out of his face, rather annoyed at them taking so long. Talking so much. Keeping his head up, shoulders back....confident look onn his face....it was all getting very tiring. He was in a lot more pain than he let on. Was losing too much blood. He could feel his vision getting blurry....he really couldn't make out faces anymore. It really wasn't good |
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Duncan rolled his eyes. He knew he was nothing special, he got that already. He saw the fear in this mans eyes despite how hard he tried to conceal it. This man wasn't supposed to be here. He could tell that much. "He's busy, wife's having another baby," he muttered mildly. He Duncan didn't need to explain anything to this man, he didn't owe him anything. Duncan studied him, his hair, his face, his body. He noticed the little puddle of blood that had been steadily accumilating on the floor beside the man. He watched at where the blood was coming from, vaguely hearing the guards as they spoke to him. Duncan watched the mans expression. His eyes went hazy. Quickly, he turned on his heel, peeking his head out of the tent. "I need a medic in here!" he called out, no urgency in his voice though. He wasn't really worried for the man, but he was still going to help. He wasn't a monster. A medic team was there pretty much immediately. They got to him before he'd passed out, but he had quickly faded once they were there. The medics worked fast on the man, stitching up his wound and stopping the bleeding. Duncan stayed. After they'd fixed him up, they promptly cleaned the blood and left. He was stable, but he didn't wake yet. Duncan stayed. The camp was packing up, loading everything away to go back to the palace. Duncan decided to keep the man in custody. He still didn't trust that he wouldn't try to hurt someone if they set him free. So they loaded the man into a car, still tied up, but no gag this time. Duncans orders. Duncan rode in the car with the man, watching him carefully for when he woke. He kept a steady distance, nothing more than curiosity. But Duncan stayed. |
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Axel had initially recoiled from the medics, not really sure who they were or what they were doing, but one of them had jabbed a needle into his arm, and he'd passed out pretty quickly after that...his body was going out already so the medicine really only sped things up. He wasn't aware of anything after that. Of course, when he woke up and felt that he was moving, he forced himself to stay still for a few moments, just listening and trying to figure out his environment before he let anyone know he was awake. He figured out that he was in a car, and that they were moving...but aside from the hushed whispers of the men in the driver and passanger seat up front - which was just casual talk and nothing important - there was no conversation. He opened his eyes with a soft sigh, blinking slightly and squinting as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight again. It was only then that he noticed the prince still with them, and his eyes widened before he quickly replaced the mask onto his expression, moving to shift himself into a sitting position. It was a bit hard with his hands bound tightly behind his back and another bit of rope keeping him tied to the seat by his neck - likely so he couldn't reach their prince. He didn't see what the big deal was....they had a king, and the king had heirs. He wasn't exactly important to the kingdom or anything. But whatever. He managed to get up, despite the searing pain in his side. He did note that it had been stitched up and bandaged, which he hadn't expected...but then again maybe they needed him alive. He didn't know. He let his gaze stray from the man sitting next to him to the window, trying a gague where they were at, or where they were going. He had no clue - this was Day & Night territory, it wasn't anything he was familiar with. So, he gave up on pinpointing his location and turned back around to study the prince. They looked to be about the same age, though the other man was much bigger than him. Taller than he'd expected. That didn't make much of a difference though. He'd get out eventually. He'd kill who he could. And even if he died in the process, it wasn't like he'd be missing much back home, if he could even call the camp he was kept at home. "Where exactly are you dragging me off to," he asked quietly. "I'm going to find out eventually," he added with an arched eyebrow. There really wasn't a point in keeping that secret...but he did want to know what to expect. Would they try to get information out of him? Torture? He'd been trained to resist that, but...it still scared him a little bit. Would they kill him? That too, made his gut twist in an all too familiar manner. |
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Duncan watched as the man woke. Not intrusive, just studying. He saw the fear, saw the thought behind his eyes. "The palace," he replied calmly. Duncan didn't speak to the man for the rest of the car ride. When they got there, the guards unloaded him from the car, keeping a tight hold on him. They'd parked in the front, so they passed the beautifully dark building that was the palace before they descended into a dark, dank tunnel, leading to the dungeons below. Duncan followed behind at a safe distance. The guards threw the man into a cell, replacing the rope for chains, sealing the cell shut tight and secure with a lock. Duncan watched on. He saw the fear. Once the guards had left to guard the exits and entrances to the dungeons, Duncan spoke. "You won't be tortured, you're not here to die," he said calmly. "I just don't trust to release you," |
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Axel had felt the muscles in his jaw jump slightly as he grit his teeth together in response to the prince's answer. That didn't give him much information. He hadn't expected him to tell him everything, but sometimes people would say things that gave things away. This was...not one of those times. He felt the lump in his chest growing as his ropes were replaced with chains, forcing him onto his knees, arms kept from each other and held back around his neck again. As he was locked inside a cell surrounded by guards. It was dark enough he probably couldn't escape if he wanted to - he was used to open sunlight bouncing off the snow. He could barely see anything, and that was because he could pick up the very dim light from the door, so he could see the princes shadowy figure standing there. Some guards. Others he could hear but not see. These men could probably all see just fine down here. He had a pretty clear disadvantage. When the prince spoke, his gaze snapped over to where he was at, though he couldn't really see him well. "Then why am I here," he snapped. "You say you won't kill me...but you're not going to just release me either," he added, pulling forward as much as he could in the chains without harming himself. "You know what happens to people like me? We rot down here. Entertainment for your guards," he snapped, fury giving him the edge he needed. "It might not affect you sitting up there on your fancy pillows, eating whenever you please and not needing to work a day in your life, but not all of us are like that." |
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Duncans eyes sharpened. "I won't kill you, and I'm not going to release you yet," he repeated. "If I let you go, you're just going to go on a killing spree, which is a danger to my people who I vowed to protect," he said sternly. "You're not entertainment and you'll be fed well, but you are still hostile, so you will be restrained," he told him sharply. Duncan didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit. He could tell this man was scared and upset being taken from his kingdom. He wasn't usually a mean person, but he had to protect his people. "You won't rot, you're just staying here until I decide what to do with you," he muttered, turning on his heel and leaving the man. The guards lined the walls. There was no way for him to escape. Duncan stalked his way up to his room on the thirth floor, his things still in boxes. Camery, Malakais wife, needed more space one the fourth floor for the new baby. The only room left had been Duncans, so he'd had to move down to the third. It wasn't bad, it was just different... apart from all his things still being in boxes. He sighed, entering his room. He wandered to the bathroom and turned on the tap. He shed his layers of clothing, tossing them into the hamper before climbing into the bath of warm water and turning off the tap. He soaked in the bath, thinking about the man, what to do with him. He brushed the thought off after a moment and began washing himself off. His body was easy, but then it came to his wings. Gently, he took a soft washcloth, softly brushing it against his wing to wash the blood and mud splatters off of them. The soft fabric touched the leathery texture of his wing and the feeling was instant. He groaned, biting his lip. His wings were... sensitive. He made it through though, washing his wings was always hard. He sighed, relaxing once he'd finished, rinsing his body and wings off once he was done. Duncan climbed out of the bath, drying off and changing into his night clothes. |
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