Post by Regina on Jan 4, 2013 3:05:31 GMT -8
OOC Name: Your Majesty, I'm only joking, Anya will be fine
Character Name: Regina Mills/Evil Queen
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Role-play Sample: Elizabeth or Eliza as her parents called her took ahold of her long brown hair. Her breathing was shaky, her hand showed that much. She forced her eyes shut and took a hold of the blade, bringing it next to her beautiful long brown hair. It framed her face so perfectly and flowed down her shoulders and her back like waves, but with one sharp push of the blade, her waves were no more. Her hair now lay in a pool on the floor at her feet. She sighed as she took her hand to her much shorter hair that ended just below her delicate jaw.
Her dark brown eyes looked up at the mirror “I guess I'll have to get used to it” She whispered softly before she bent down to the floor. She forced her hands to stop shaking and grabbed a hold of the hair, perhaps she could sell it, human hair was in big demand and she wasn't going to need it anytime soon. The money would surely help her family, perhaps help pay for her brother's treatment. After all, he was the one she doing this for.
Eliza was the eldest daughter in a family of five children, there was her older brother, James, who was little over a year older than her, then her sister Melody, who was three years her junior, she was followed by Julia, who was two years younger than her and finally came Anna, the youngest at the simple age of five. Her father had been a knight and her mother was a dress maker, but her father was forced to retire, meaning they lived solely off her mother's income, which given the state most people were In, wasn't very much, few people could afford new dresses, and people who could only went to the best, the more expensive people, not usually her mother.
She lived in a house at the edge of the town, near the forest. She spent most of her time at home, doing house work and caring for her siblings while her father looked after her brother as her mother worked. But in recent months, something else had taken up her time. Six weeks before hand, a letter came for her brother, he was to sign up for the knights, it seemed they were short on numbers and were now ordering men between the ages of 17 and 30 to join. And there was no way her brother was able to fight, he was far too ill to get on the back of a horse, let alone train and fight. She had been the one to come up with the idea. Her parents had been worry about it, panicking even; all men had to sign up, no questions asked. “I'll do it” She said “I'll take his place”
Since then, her father had taken it upon himself to train her. In the morning, she and her father would run from the house to the middle of the woods and then back again. After she had prepared lunch for her siblings she and her father would work on her horse riding. Although they had little money, her father had received two stallions as a reward for his commitment to the knights. Often, her father would force her to race the horse at his fastest speed, making her catch things in the process. In the evenings, he would work on her sword fighting. The two would go over basic steps before fighting each other.
At the beginning, she had been horrible at it all. But her stubbornness and determination had shone through. She was not going to let her brother be forced into the army; she would prepare herself and take his place. Within the space of six weeks, she went from being a knight's daughter, to being a knight. Her skills had developed fast and furiously, it seemed she had taken after her father. After five weeks of training, her father had taken his savings and disappeared into town, returning three hours later with a sword, Eliza's very own sword. It was beautiful; the silver blade was glossy and reflected beautifully in the light, the point was sharper than anything she had ever seen. The design on the top of the sword was breath taking; it felt like a piece of art.
Like every evening, she tucked her siblings into bed and headed outside with her father. Her father didn't go easy on her, not like he had at the start, he fought her like he would with any knight, threw his swords at her to kill, and each time, she attacked him like she was a true knight. She had mastered the art of racing her horse and attacking her enemy at the same time. Her sword skills were mind blowing, the way she made the blade fly in the air before she would hit her enemy, how her feet would move in perfect sync with her feet, never leaving the other behind.
That evening she had pinned her father to the ground, the blade of her sword only centimeters from his face. “You're ready” He told her, looking up at his precious child. “You are better than any knight I know” He said, the reasons behind these lessons was that he was terrified that his daughter would be killed in battle, but now, he had every faith in her, every faith that she wouldn't be the one killed, but instead doing the killing.
Eliza had taken a deep breath before pulling the sword out of the ground and helping her father up before disappearing inside. She had went straight to bed and slept, not bothering to change out of her training gear, which had consisted of a simple shirt and trousers, not elegant or beautiful like the armor her father would wear.
That was how she got there. That was why she was cutting her hair; she had to look like a boy. She headed into her room and looked through the old clothes of her father's. She decided on a white shirt and brown trousers, she quickly changed into them and took her father's long black riding coat, she done up the buttons as she attached her sword holder to her waist before she grabbed her small bag of belongings, just as the sun began to rise.
She didn't kiss her siblings goodbye, no, if her sister's asked, she was away doing work, only her parents and brother would know, and she didn't need to upset him anymore, he didn't need any more pain. She headed down the staircase and was greeted by her parents at the door. “Eliza” Her mother breathed, engulfing her eldest daughter into a hug, holding onto her for dear life “You come back to me, you hear that?” The women asked, looking down at her child with her deep emerald green eyes “Of course I will” She said as she stepped back, turning to look at her father. Two sets of brown eyes met and Eliza held out her hand for him to take “You couldn't have prepared me anymore than you have, Father” She said, he held out his hand to shake hers, taking a hold of her smaller hand and shaking it “Do your brother proud, Eliza, I know you will” The man said with a nod. “I will do you both proud, Father” She told him before letting go of his hand.
Her mother handed her a black ribbon and she grabbed a hold of her hair once more, pulling it into a ponytail before she headed out of the house, her small bag of belongings on her back. Her father had already saddled up the black stallion or ‘Black Beauty' as Eliza called it. She helped herself up onto the back of the horse and placed her bag next to her, strapping it onto the saddle as she took a hold of the black reigns of the horse, she glanced at her father and nodded her head as he walked towards her with her sword “Good luck” He whispered as Eliza took a hold of the sword “I don't need luck, Father, I promise I'll be back soon” She said as she put her sword into its holder before grabbing a hold of the reigns once more, with one kick, the horse began to gallop off towards the forest. Eliza knew better than to go through the towns, were someone may notice her.
She had only been near the castle once in her life, and that was with her father when he retired, he had treated her to a day out in the city and was explaining each building to her when they arrived at the castle, he had told her about all the balls he had attended as a knight, and how beautiful it was on the inside.
Thankfully, she had a good memory and could remember the direction her father had given her. The whole journey would no doubt be tired some, but her brother was worth it. As the horse headed through the forest, her cloak flowed in the wind, rising and falling from the horses back as she rode, heading towards the castle, she had to get there before noon, and she had just enough time. Thankfully, she hadn't come across many people during her journey through the forest, she had noticed a few people hunting nearby, but they had been far too busy to actually notice her. That was until she was a few miles from the city.
She felt something move in the trees behind her and stopped the horse; she turned her head and felt someone grab her arm, trying to pull her off her horse. It was then that she remembered her ‘training' Her elbow went back and met her attacker's face, no doubt breaking his nose, she could have swore she heard the bone crack.
Then she had heard footsteps behind her, it was clear the man wasn't alone. Unlike the man she had hurt, this one was arm. With one swift movement, she grabbed the reigns in one hand and pulled her sword out; blocking his companion's hit at her waist area. With a few quick movements her enemy was disarmed, and had suffered a rather large cut to his forearm, which if left unattended would no doubt result in an infection. She looked at the two men as they began to step back. It seemed they had seen her as an easy target. Without speaking, she slipped her sword back into its holder before she kicked the horse again and started on her journey.
In the typical style of English weather, it began to rain little under a mile away from the city. She flipped her hood up and kicked the horse again; she hated getting caught in the rain. Though thankfully it was only a short shower and was over by the time she had arrived in the city. She decided to take her time in going to the castle, and pushed her hood back slightly, holding onto the reigns with her pale hands as she led the horse in the direction of the castle.
She didn't fail to notice the people looking up at her as she and her stallion headed to the castle, she could see a large crowd at the castle gates ahead of her, it seems not everyone had their own stallion. She silently thanked her father. She decided to use the main entrance to the castle, where she had seen a few of the luckier knights-to-be take their horses through. With a soft kick her horse quickened in speed slightly and trotted in the direction of the gates, which opened as soon as she came into sight.
Her eyes looked around as her horse guided her to the palace steps as they came through the gates, she pushed her hood back and looked up at the building, it seemed even bigger than it had the last time she had seen it. She looked down at her horse and patted the stallion's mane for a few moments as one of the knights rushed over to her “Sir” He said, nodding his head. It was then that the realization of the whole thing hit her.
She had to pretend to be her brother, she deepened her voice and spoke “James Smith” She told him, of course, her brother's name would be on the list in the man's hand. The knight nodded, not giving her a second look as he looked down through the ‘S' surnames. “Ah, James.” He said, putting a tick next to his name “I see you have your stallion with you, he will be useful” The knight revealed “I'll have one of the stable boys take him for you, he'll tell you which stable he'll be in. When you're finished, one of the servants will escort you to the great hall where the others are” The man revealed before going onto the next man.
How stupid some men were. Perhaps this would actually work.
She got off her horse as the stable boy came to greet her ‘Sir” He said, he too did not give her a second look. Did she really look that much like a boy? But then again, she knew many boys that looked like girls. “I believe you are to take care of my stallion” She said, making sure it sounded like a statement and not a question. Never ask a question at least that was what her father had told her time and time again that you should never be unsure of yourself, asking questions made you look unsure. “Yes, sure” The stable boy said as he nodded his head. She handed him the reigns and nodded “What stable shall Black Beauty be in?” She asked “Stable five, Sir” He said “Excellent, I will come down and check on her each morning and each night” She told him before she patted the horse one final time.
She slipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak and headed towards the step. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling; she truly had never been to such a place before her life. She hid a small smile as she caught the attention of a maid “This way, Sir” She said. She really must have looked like a man. She followed the women through the castle, the workers got on with their job, very few even glanced at her, they had to worry about their own jobs, and they didn't have time to worry about other people, unless they were the royals.
They came to a set of double doors and the maid left her. Eliza sighed and took a deep breath, shutting her eyes for a moment; a million thoughts ran through her head. She could pull this off; she knew she could, but she had one fear. That someone would look at her a bit too closely and see that she was not a boy. For example, her fingers were too long and delicate, her nails too much of a soft shade of pink, and her eyes, too innocent to be that of a man's.
She pushed the left door open and stepped inside. The hall was massive, it held at least thirty rows of twenty on each side; she didn't want to imagine how many were there. The windows had all been opened, to make sure no one fell asleep or fainted due to the heat. She looked around; most of the seats at the back had been taken so she was force to sit near the front. She decided to take a seat at the end of the front left row, next to the window, this way she would stay cool and have perfect view of the Prince.
No doubt he would be in soon; the senior knights were sitting in a row slightly behind the throne like chair that belonged to the Prince. It seemed that where his chair ended, there's started. She took a deep breath, calming herself down, she reminded herself that she could easily take on any of these men, and thanks to her father, she wouldn't struggle in training.
Secret Code:**********
Character Name: Regina Mills/Evil Queen
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Role-play Sample: Elizabeth or Eliza as her parents called her took ahold of her long brown hair. Her breathing was shaky, her hand showed that much. She forced her eyes shut and took a hold of the blade, bringing it next to her beautiful long brown hair. It framed her face so perfectly and flowed down her shoulders and her back like waves, but with one sharp push of the blade, her waves were no more. Her hair now lay in a pool on the floor at her feet. She sighed as she took her hand to her much shorter hair that ended just below her delicate jaw.
Her dark brown eyes looked up at the mirror “I guess I'll have to get used to it” She whispered softly before she bent down to the floor. She forced her hands to stop shaking and grabbed a hold of the hair, perhaps she could sell it, human hair was in big demand and she wasn't going to need it anytime soon. The money would surely help her family, perhaps help pay for her brother's treatment. After all, he was the one she doing this for.
Eliza was the eldest daughter in a family of five children, there was her older brother, James, who was little over a year older than her, then her sister Melody, who was three years her junior, she was followed by Julia, who was two years younger than her and finally came Anna, the youngest at the simple age of five. Her father had been a knight and her mother was a dress maker, but her father was forced to retire, meaning they lived solely off her mother's income, which given the state most people were In, wasn't very much, few people could afford new dresses, and people who could only went to the best, the more expensive people, not usually her mother.
She lived in a house at the edge of the town, near the forest. She spent most of her time at home, doing house work and caring for her siblings while her father looked after her brother as her mother worked. But in recent months, something else had taken up her time. Six weeks before hand, a letter came for her brother, he was to sign up for the knights, it seemed they were short on numbers and were now ordering men between the ages of 17 and 30 to join. And there was no way her brother was able to fight, he was far too ill to get on the back of a horse, let alone train and fight. She had been the one to come up with the idea. Her parents had been worry about it, panicking even; all men had to sign up, no questions asked. “I'll do it” She said “I'll take his place”
Since then, her father had taken it upon himself to train her. In the morning, she and her father would run from the house to the middle of the woods and then back again. After she had prepared lunch for her siblings she and her father would work on her horse riding. Although they had little money, her father had received two stallions as a reward for his commitment to the knights. Often, her father would force her to race the horse at his fastest speed, making her catch things in the process. In the evenings, he would work on her sword fighting. The two would go over basic steps before fighting each other.
At the beginning, she had been horrible at it all. But her stubbornness and determination had shone through. She was not going to let her brother be forced into the army; she would prepare herself and take his place. Within the space of six weeks, she went from being a knight's daughter, to being a knight. Her skills had developed fast and furiously, it seemed she had taken after her father. After five weeks of training, her father had taken his savings and disappeared into town, returning three hours later with a sword, Eliza's very own sword. It was beautiful; the silver blade was glossy and reflected beautifully in the light, the point was sharper than anything she had ever seen. The design on the top of the sword was breath taking; it felt like a piece of art.
Like every evening, she tucked her siblings into bed and headed outside with her father. Her father didn't go easy on her, not like he had at the start, he fought her like he would with any knight, threw his swords at her to kill, and each time, she attacked him like she was a true knight. She had mastered the art of racing her horse and attacking her enemy at the same time. Her sword skills were mind blowing, the way she made the blade fly in the air before she would hit her enemy, how her feet would move in perfect sync with her feet, never leaving the other behind.
That evening she had pinned her father to the ground, the blade of her sword only centimeters from his face. “You're ready” He told her, looking up at his precious child. “You are better than any knight I know” He said, the reasons behind these lessons was that he was terrified that his daughter would be killed in battle, but now, he had every faith in her, every faith that she wouldn't be the one killed, but instead doing the killing.
Eliza had taken a deep breath before pulling the sword out of the ground and helping her father up before disappearing inside. She had went straight to bed and slept, not bothering to change out of her training gear, which had consisted of a simple shirt and trousers, not elegant or beautiful like the armor her father would wear.
That was how she got there. That was why she was cutting her hair; she had to look like a boy. She headed into her room and looked through the old clothes of her father's. She decided on a white shirt and brown trousers, she quickly changed into them and took her father's long black riding coat, she done up the buttons as she attached her sword holder to her waist before she grabbed her small bag of belongings, just as the sun began to rise.
She didn't kiss her siblings goodbye, no, if her sister's asked, she was away doing work, only her parents and brother would know, and she didn't need to upset him anymore, he didn't need any more pain. She headed down the staircase and was greeted by her parents at the door. “Eliza” Her mother breathed, engulfing her eldest daughter into a hug, holding onto her for dear life “You come back to me, you hear that?” The women asked, looking down at her child with her deep emerald green eyes “Of course I will” She said as she stepped back, turning to look at her father. Two sets of brown eyes met and Eliza held out her hand for him to take “You couldn't have prepared me anymore than you have, Father” She said, he held out his hand to shake hers, taking a hold of her smaller hand and shaking it “Do your brother proud, Eliza, I know you will” The man said with a nod. “I will do you both proud, Father” She told him before letting go of his hand.
Her mother handed her a black ribbon and she grabbed a hold of her hair once more, pulling it into a ponytail before she headed out of the house, her small bag of belongings on her back. Her father had already saddled up the black stallion or ‘Black Beauty' as Eliza called it. She helped herself up onto the back of the horse and placed her bag next to her, strapping it onto the saddle as she took a hold of the black reigns of the horse, she glanced at her father and nodded her head as he walked towards her with her sword “Good luck” He whispered as Eliza took a hold of the sword “I don't need luck, Father, I promise I'll be back soon” She said as she put her sword into its holder before grabbing a hold of the reigns once more, with one kick, the horse began to gallop off towards the forest. Eliza knew better than to go through the towns, were someone may notice her.
She had only been near the castle once in her life, and that was with her father when he retired, he had treated her to a day out in the city and was explaining each building to her when they arrived at the castle, he had told her about all the balls he had attended as a knight, and how beautiful it was on the inside.
Thankfully, she had a good memory and could remember the direction her father had given her. The whole journey would no doubt be tired some, but her brother was worth it. As the horse headed through the forest, her cloak flowed in the wind, rising and falling from the horses back as she rode, heading towards the castle, she had to get there before noon, and she had just enough time. Thankfully, she hadn't come across many people during her journey through the forest, she had noticed a few people hunting nearby, but they had been far too busy to actually notice her. That was until she was a few miles from the city.
She felt something move in the trees behind her and stopped the horse; she turned her head and felt someone grab her arm, trying to pull her off her horse. It was then that she remembered her ‘training' Her elbow went back and met her attacker's face, no doubt breaking his nose, she could have swore she heard the bone crack.
Then she had heard footsteps behind her, it was clear the man wasn't alone. Unlike the man she had hurt, this one was arm. With one swift movement, she grabbed the reigns in one hand and pulled her sword out; blocking his companion's hit at her waist area. With a few quick movements her enemy was disarmed, and had suffered a rather large cut to his forearm, which if left unattended would no doubt result in an infection. She looked at the two men as they began to step back. It seemed they had seen her as an easy target. Without speaking, she slipped her sword back into its holder before she kicked the horse again and started on her journey.
In the typical style of English weather, it began to rain little under a mile away from the city. She flipped her hood up and kicked the horse again; she hated getting caught in the rain. Though thankfully it was only a short shower and was over by the time she had arrived in the city. She decided to take her time in going to the castle, and pushed her hood back slightly, holding onto the reigns with her pale hands as she led the horse in the direction of the castle.
She didn't fail to notice the people looking up at her as she and her stallion headed to the castle, she could see a large crowd at the castle gates ahead of her, it seems not everyone had their own stallion. She silently thanked her father. She decided to use the main entrance to the castle, where she had seen a few of the luckier knights-to-be take their horses through. With a soft kick her horse quickened in speed slightly and trotted in the direction of the gates, which opened as soon as she came into sight.
Her eyes looked around as her horse guided her to the palace steps as they came through the gates, she pushed her hood back and looked up at the building, it seemed even bigger than it had the last time she had seen it. She looked down at her horse and patted the stallion's mane for a few moments as one of the knights rushed over to her “Sir” He said, nodding his head. It was then that the realization of the whole thing hit her.
She had to pretend to be her brother, she deepened her voice and spoke “James Smith” She told him, of course, her brother's name would be on the list in the man's hand. The knight nodded, not giving her a second look as he looked down through the ‘S' surnames. “Ah, James.” He said, putting a tick next to his name “I see you have your stallion with you, he will be useful” The knight revealed “I'll have one of the stable boys take him for you, he'll tell you which stable he'll be in. When you're finished, one of the servants will escort you to the great hall where the others are” The man revealed before going onto the next man.
How stupid some men were. Perhaps this would actually work.
She got off her horse as the stable boy came to greet her ‘Sir” He said, he too did not give her a second look. Did she really look that much like a boy? But then again, she knew many boys that looked like girls. “I believe you are to take care of my stallion” She said, making sure it sounded like a statement and not a question. Never ask a question at least that was what her father had told her time and time again that you should never be unsure of yourself, asking questions made you look unsure. “Yes, sure” The stable boy said as he nodded his head. She handed him the reigns and nodded “What stable shall Black Beauty be in?” She asked “Stable five, Sir” He said “Excellent, I will come down and check on her each morning and each night” She told him before she patted the horse one final time.
She slipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak and headed towards the step. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling; she truly had never been to such a place before her life. She hid a small smile as she caught the attention of a maid “This way, Sir” She said. She really must have looked like a man. She followed the women through the castle, the workers got on with their job, very few even glanced at her, they had to worry about their own jobs, and they didn't have time to worry about other people, unless they were the royals.
They came to a set of double doors and the maid left her. Eliza sighed and took a deep breath, shutting her eyes for a moment; a million thoughts ran through her head. She could pull this off; she knew she could, but she had one fear. That someone would look at her a bit too closely and see that she was not a boy. For example, her fingers were too long and delicate, her nails too much of a soft shade of pink, and her eyes, too innocent to be that of a man's.
She pushed the left door open and stepped inside. The hall was massive, it held at least thirty rows of twenty on each side; she didn't want to imagine how many were there. The windows had all been opened, to make sure no one fell asleep or fainted due to the heat. She looked around; most of the seats at the back had been taken so she was force to sit near the front. She decided to take a seat at the end of the front left row, next to the window, this way she would stay cool and have perfect view of the Prince.
No doubt he would be in soon; the senior knights were sitting in a row slightly behind the throne like chair that belonged to the Prince. It seemed that where his chair ended, there's started. She took a deep breath, calming herself down, she reminded herself that she could easily take on any of these men, and thanks to her father, she wouldn't struggle in training.
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