The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 9, 2023 12:21:20 GMT -5
HA! He was right, Othello saw it too. Belle scoffed, "I knew it, they came back alone from that camping trip one time," she brushed hair back behind her ear, "Well it ain't for us to see or understand what either one see in each other, is it wrong to find a little happiness in this world?" she did giggle though, "but it's hella gross right?!" she wasn't entirely sure she believed that, what would people think about his continuing relationship with the young Elletta? But Ber needed the small win here.
Ber’s eyebrows rose as he looked over at Othello. “So what they were saying about the woods was true, then.” When he had returned with his group, the Champion had already been seated at the fire with the other two, and though he remembered some inexplicable awkwardness - or something else - lingering in the air around all of them, Ber hadn’t been able to pinpoint the cause at the time.
“Nothing wrong with finding some happiness,” He agreed with a shrug. Loneliness had a way of eating away at the soul; Ber could hardly begrudge Regan for finding someone to fill that void. But when he considered who she chose? “Yeah, it’s hella gross. He’s just so…” Brow furrowing, he wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “You know Winters calls him Woody? Woody Woodcock.” Ber snorted. “Imagine calling him that to his face.”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jul 10, 2023 14:06:59 GMT -5
[ ENTER REGAN ]
Regan didn’t knock. She entered just as Ber finished speaking, entering quickly while brushing away one last tear. Regan looked at them both with an exhausted, hollow expression.
“Captain Woodwick needs to see you,” Regan said, opting for the official title over his first name, “We’ll need you back here at first light. In the meantime…I think we should all get some sleep.” Regan ran a distressed hand through her hair before shucking off her boots without reaching down to fully unlace them.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 11, 2023 18:11:23 GMT -5
Belle didn't flinch when Regan came bounding through the door but she did choke down the starts of a very hearty bossum bouncing lady like chuckle.
"beat it sugar, git'cho ass to sleep," she had quickly backed Regan but she had a flirtatious tone in her voice and blew a kiss, "Don't think about me to much tonight handsome while you think you're all alone," she just kept blowing him smooches until he left.
When the door swung open without warning, Ber whipped around, already stepping in front of Othello in an attempt to shield the Champion - and his exposed collar - from view by the time he recognized Regan. Automatically, his gaze flicked over her shoulder for Woodwick, but the door closed unceremoniously behind her with only sign of the captain as the new orders he was given.
Ber nodded, then hesitated. Not that long ago, Regan had left unhappy, albeit with him, but confident. Now, she looked tired and troubled, as if someone had hollowed her out in the interim and handed them an empty husk. Concern bubbling up inside him, Ber glanced over at Othello to see how he took the Huntsman’s abrupt and rather worrying reappearance, but the Champion had returned to the flirtatious behavior with which he had greeted him.
Slowly, he took a few steps toward the door before pausing and glancing back. The desire to ask Regan if she was okay grew, but the two of them had made it clear that he had overstayed his welcome— and, maybe, after what had happened earlier, his worry wouldn’t be appreciated. Maybe they all just needed some sleep. So he bit back the question and instead offered a quiet “See you both tomorrow” before slipping out the door.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jul 12, 2023 20:33:57 GMT -5
If Regan had processed that this was the last time she’d get to talk to Berengar before she returned to Nevermere, she would have tried to push through her angst to be more talkative. But as it was, Regan was too encumbered with emotional baggage to see anything other than what was right in front of her nose. She nodded at Ber, barely glancing in his direction, before dropping down on the bed.
“Look away for a second—” Regan said to ‘Belle’, starting to unbuckle her belt to slip her trousers off. It was like they were back in their shared quarters again, falling into all the same operations that they’d maintained when they were together. Regan would be lying if she said she didn’t miss it. Sometimes Othello would make her want to rip her hair out by the roots, but she never, ever felt alone.
If Belle obliged in averting her eyes, Regan would slip off her trousers and fold them lazily, dressed in only her loosely laced tunic that came just above her knee.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 17, 2023 8:50:25 GMT -5
Belle turned as requested taking the time to kick off her boots the man had never tried to sneak a peek at Regan so as a woman she wasn't about to start, Othellos love and respect for Regan wasn't romantic or sexual he truly felt like a Father trying to reconnect with a lost child. They were almost a like even in many ways, "so what's the deal with you and Captain Woodwick?" he asked bluntly.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jul 18, 2023 11:00:56 GMT -5
Regan was slipping under her blankets, dropping onto her cot with a sigh, when Othello asked his question. She stilled for a moment, speaking only when she’d managed to swallow back the hard lump in her throat.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Regan said, most unconvincingly.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 20, 2023 7:33:45 GMT -5
Belle let out a very sarcastic, "HA!" falling back on her cot (breasts falling back almost over her face; she pushed them down), "These are ridiculous," she mumbled before turning on her side resting her head in the palm of her hand so she could look at Regan, "You are like a weird little puppy Regan, especially around Warren as you've so boldly called him," smal shrug, "something is going on so talk to your old Nan."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jul 23, 2023 18:49:26 GMT -5
A weird little puppy. For an infinite multitude of reasons, that was perhaps the most apt description of Regan Lassiter that had ever been given to date. She snorted with a single laugh when “Belle’s” tits flopped around. It was only when she laughed that she realized a couple of tears had snuck down her cheeks.
“It’s nothing,” Regan said again, though with less certainty as she brushed the tears away, “Or at least, not anymore, I guess. I don’t know. I’m just…” She shrugged, “I wish things were simple, but they’re not, and it hurts.”
In their little makeshift room, Regan sounded more like a mopey, love-sick teenager than an actual adult woman.
Last Edit: Jul 23, 2023 18:49:36 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Jul 26, 2023 22:11:04 GMT -5
Belle sat up again the motions were almost paternal, she surveyed Regan with concerned brown eyes, "I'm sorry," she finally looked at her nails but she felt very..somber?...was that a feeling?
She pushed herself up and came to sit down beside Regan on her cot if she let him, "I'm going to sound and be as real as I possibly can with you, take it or leave it, but you got a living loving and fiery heart...you DESERVE to do something for your heart..for your happiness," he kind of felt in the end his words meant nothing to Regan...he had forgot he was a woman for a minute so when he reached out to take her hand he scared himself, "oh shit...it's me...listen when..when I'm feeling hurt (not that I get all mopey or whatever) but I like to feel comfortable back to back with Benji, the heat and just knowing someone who loves me unconditionally is close...meh it's a peaceful easy feeling...maybe you need to know that...," so she began to scoot Regan over on the small cot back facing Regan, "I can be the little spoon too..."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jul 28, 2023 17:47:08 GMT -5
Regan tried to keep her face turned away from Othello as the tears continued to slip down her cheeks. She let him sit, though, and when he took her hand she didn’t pull away. Even though he—she?—had a different voice, it was still clearly Othello. She had the same absurd cadence to her speech and complete disregard for boundaries…and as had come to be, Regan found it comforting.
But some boundaries had to be maintained.
Regan squeezed his hand but not budging to make room for him to lay, snorting with a single, sad laugh. “I don’t doubt it. But…we gotta focus.” She brushed her tears aggressively, running a hand through her hair and sitting up to look at him. “Isolde’s what matters now. All of this…” She sighed, and shook her head, “All of this comes second. Nevermere’s what matters. What the king needs from us. That…that has to come first.”
There was more to this than Isolde, of course, but for now, that would have to do.
The primary application of his Gift, which is Metalkinesis, is the mental control over magnetism and the manipulation of both ferrous and nonferrous metal.
Level 10; Arynnite ship with the ability to both fly and submerge fully under water. THE DROWNED CANARY.*Temporarily deactivated*
Post by Othello Allemeade on Aug 2, 2023 7:23:39 GMT -5
"of course we do," Belle shoved off of the cot and away from his offer. She didn't utter a second word as she laid down on her side back turned to Regan and fell asleep.