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!
Regan led Othello off toward the military wing. She’d been told where to go, and what to do, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. At least not now when she was covered in grime and toting around a reminder of her lackluster performance in Coheed. The reminder—her one saving grace from a mission gone totally awry. She’d gotten Othello out. It had been messy, imperfect, and near-disastrous, but she’d gotten the prize. Now, she just had to make it all worth it. To make him worth it.
If Othello tried to talk, Regan would shush him and insist on silence—if he knew what was good for him. They were getting enough looks as it was: a hulking collared gifted next to a sweaty, dusted soldier who was emitting a very low growling sound. As they wound through the corridors, they’d reach a quieter part of the military wing tucked at the end of a hall. The appearance was that it might be a place for storage, or somewhere that no longer saw use.
Regan would pull the key out and unlock the door. She’d hold out an arm for Othello to enter. If he did, which Regan would ensure he did if he didn’t by choice, he’d find an austere room with two beds, two trunks for clothes, two wash basins, and one fireplace. One of the beds had already been slept in. The other had not.
“Make yourself at home.”
There was nothing welcoming in Regan's manner as she shut the door behind her and made for the slept-in bed.
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 Oct 29, 2022 11:16:37 GMT -5
Othello Benjamin Allemeade didn't have to utter a single word to annoy people, but in this situation he didn't even intentionally know he was being such a pain in the ass. Before things got quieter and less populated Othe made sure to wave at every person they passed a huge stupid smile on his face as he did so, why not? He was alive still! The stupid son of a bitch was the luckiest man to draw air into his lungs and he believed that's what drove people so batty over him. He could live carefree and belligerent while others couldn't afford such a luxury or for others it wasn't in their repitor.
When she offered for him to enter Othe did without making a scene of course, he wasn't stupid. It was an odd custom but the big gifted man casually inspected the small simple room humming lowly before he started to kick off his muddy boots at the foot of the bed that was obviously his, "quaint innit?" his first comment as he removed his dirty shirt revealing a body covered in tattoos and muscular, what skin that wasn't covered in tattoos was sun kissed or scarred, "tha'wife would kill me being so dirty gettin'into bed, but when in Nevermere righ'?"
In the most paciular way Othello stepped into the center of his bed testing the bounce before sitting down with both legs crossed under him, "so who are you? when will I meet this 'untsman? I'm hungry. Will there be food soon? do ya like to sing? I sing ofdin 'ope tha's kewl," anxiety and hyper tendencies had Othello in a chatty mood, it wasn't his fault he was just made this way if course as he patted his legs in a repeated repetitive beat, "I talk ah'lot. Loads o'energy, 'ad it since I was a babe. Can I see sum magkic?"
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 31, 2022 18:09:41 GMT -5
While Othello prattled on, Regan was counting. Counting slowly to keep the wolf from breaking through her skin and tearing the “Coheedsman” to pieces. Cassian’s scolding, however much she deserved it, still brought the warmth of embarrassment to her cheeks. It was that she thought on as she took off her armor, running a hand through her sweat-soaked hair. Finally, Regan had enough.
“Shut up.” Othello would go entirely limp on his bed. Regan would lay down the last of her armor before approaching, standing over Othello with her arms behind her back. Her expression was deadly serious.
“I’m the King’s Huntsman. You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together, so let’s get a few things straight:” Regan tipped up her chin, looking down her nose at him, “Your comfort is of absolutely no concern to me. There will be no singing unless I say so. No talking unless I ask a question. No food unless I provide it. Your privileges will be very few, and the ones you enjoy will need to be earned.” She’d pause, not for his comment but to let the full meaning of her words soak in.
“You’ve been drafted into service, but that hardly makes you a soldier. Freedom is in your future. Glory, even. If that’s what you want, I can get you there, but only if you do exactly as I tell you. If you don’t…” Regan’s eyes narrowed, “I can make your life a living hell. Do you understand?”
Regan would release him so he had free motion again, but her thumb stroked against the sister ring as a warning.
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2022 18:10:02 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 Oct 31, 2022 21:35:47 GMT -5
A time before.... A long time ago, the old Othello would have reacted to this whole situation different. Dead or alive he would have blown up collar or no collar let the fight commence. The coldness of the collar paled to having all his ability to move taken away so he seethed during her little speech from within, because this Othello had learned patience. So when his movement was allowed again he returned to sitting on his bed legs crossed under him and hands on his knees and his eyes cutting the Huntsman a cold stare, "you pluck me from my home and you collar me like a godsdamned dog, I'm beat ya' fuckin' wank! Ya' don't fucking know me lass and ya continue ta' beat me down like a dog! I agreed to do as tha' king offered and I'll march on but let me tell you somethin yer stuck wif me! You! I'm bein' far more pleasant than before so git off my fuckin back..."
He crossed his arms over his chest, "...sorry you git stuck babysittin' me Huntsman, imma complicated creature but believe it er'nah I'm still a fuckin person! Feelins' and shite ... The man yer King knows innit tha' man anymore, I 'ave people to live fer now. I do 'ave a place I wanna go 'ome to.... so let's maka deal between us... I take me training serious, I do say and act like I'm pose to . But ya' gotta just treat me like a person... "
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 1, 2022 7:59:49 GMT -5
Regan let him plow through his monologue. Her demeanor remained unchanged. Perhaps it was best to let him get it out of his system. To bring all his false assumptions about his situation out into the open so they could be addressed. He hadn’t found a sympathetic ear in Regan, and his words did nothing but confirm that he was exactly what he professed not to be: a dog.
“I don’t think you understand, Coheedsman,” Regan’s voice was flat, holding all the frustration of her current circumstances in check, “I won’t be making any deals. You are a fugitive of Lorendale that has been granted a second chance by the king. What you do from this point forward will determine whether you are worthy of that second chance. I don’t believe I need to explain what your alternatives are. What happens if you prove unworthy.” Regan paused, fixing Othello with a hard stare before continuing.
“Nevermere’s military is the finest in Terra Nova. We are not great because we coddle our recruits or talk about our feelings. We excel because each of our soldiers values discipline and respects authority. You have neither respect nor discipline, but that will change. How painful that transition is will be entirely up to you. Understood?” Regan crossed her arms, glaring at Othello, daring him to contradict her.
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2022 10:30:33 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 Nov 1, 2022 10:16:29 GMT -5
"Nay," Othello replied with a little bit of deep gut laughter and the large framed man tossed himself on his back on his bed hands laced under his head and ankles crossed, "do yer' worst, I tried ya daft shite. If I wans posed to be dead I'd be dead, yet Kang Cass seens fit to give me another chance ... do yer'worst cuz I've been frew it already lass, piss his plans righ' down tha' pisser. Imma be me period and imma be a badass champion and yer gonna be the most badass teacher..."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 1, 2022 11:28:57 GMT -5
The pain from the collar would be harsh and immediate. Regan watched him passively, lamenting silently to the goddesses that she’d been cursed with an imbecile instead of a soldier. She’d shape him into one, one way or another, but as she said before: how difficult that would be was up to him. Cassian had given Regan permission to use whatever methods she deemed necessary. And Regan was not going to hold back.
It would linger for a few moments before Regan withdrew the pain. If Othello so much as moved a muscle in her direction, he’d fall immediately—immobilized. That fall would be followed by a shock. If that was the path he chose, when he stilled, she would start speaking.
“You’ll address me as ma’am or Huntsman from this point forward. You’ll refrain from using any language that degrades me, the king, this kingdom, or its people. Do you understand?” Regan’s tone had only grown darker. If Othello thought he was the only one that had suffered, the only one with a troubled past and the acquired toughness to endure it, he was sorely mistaken. Regan had come through her own fair share of hardship. The difference between her and Othello was that she had something to show for it.
This was a crossroads. He could either comply or face consequences. Regan would remake him, even if it meant breaking him first. That was a guarantee.
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 Nov 1, 2022 11:39:28 GMT -5
Othello still came out of the pain with a smile more gutteral laughter, but he didn't move to rise from the bed and he replaced his hands behind his head again. He was smug and he welcomed whatever the Huntsman threw at him because it was a waiting game and he knew how to play: torture and pain be damned Othello had lived it all before.
"aye aye 'untsman, aye aye. See ya bright'n early," he shut his eyes with a light smile on his face, like a baby just breastfed and sweepy.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 1, 2022 15:53:52 GMT -5
Regan regarded the man for a moment, wondering just what it was she’d been thrust into. Maybe he was daft, or a lunatic, or something in between. Either way, he was enough of an asset that Cassian deemed in worthy of retrieving. Which was worth something.
“You sure you don’t want to wash up first?” Regan said, more relaxed this time as she raised an eyebrow at the gifted.
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 Nov 4, 2022 8:31:05 GMT -5
At the mentioning of a perhaps bathing one eye opened revealing a crystal blue eye that found the Huntsman, "I'd reckon it'd be 'preciated ma'am," he sat up slowly once again on the bed scratching at the base of the familiar ol'collar, "thesins' are a wee bit different than collars befer...pack'a liddle nashtee bite ya?"
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 4, 2022 16:21:13 GMT -5
Regan chuckled, despite herself. She regarded the gifted before her for a minute before sighing. Perhaps she’d been a little harsh at the outset. Really, the stakes were high in this for both of them. Regan couldn’t suffer another failure and neither could Othello. Like it or not, they were in this together.
“Look,” Regan said with a sigh, “I know what you need to become to be enough for the king. For Nevermere. I can get you there, but you’ve got to forget about this ‘be-your-unique-self’, ‘rough-and-tumble-Coheedsman’ bullshit. You’re going to have to be more than a fighter. You’re going to have to look and act like a soldier of Nevermere, which is going to take some big changes on your part. Better start wrapping your head around that now.”
Regan’s voice was still firm, but there was a hint of pliability. A willingness to find common ground.
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 Nov 4, 2022 20:21:03 GMT -5
"it's all I ever understood," Othe admitted freely but his own sigh though brief was heavy in it's self, "when I'm cornered I git a liddle angsty," he shook his head in agreement, "yer righ' though 'untsman," more than Othello cared to admit but in the grand scheme of things even unknown to the Gifted blue eyed man sitting there on his twin bed, he was redeemable. He wasn't a Coheedain but the growth within Coheed was the sketch of the work of art that he could be, could Nevermere be the actual sculptor of the actual piece?
He held out his hand, "show me how....I won't give you my word, I will earn it instead yes? Agree?..."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 5, 2022 9:51:04 GMT -5
Regan considered Othello’s hand for a moment before accepting it. She hadn’t exactly been a refined vision of a soldier when she’d come into the military either. But Regan’s toughness and tenacity had been enough to see her through. Othello was right about one thing: like it or not, they were in this together.
“Let’s get you a bath,” Regan grumbled, “There’s some clean clothes in the trunk. Grab some and I’ll take you to wash up.”
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 Nov 5, 2022 19:40:26 GMT -5
Othello smiled and clapped his hands once before climbing off the bed. He was almost in the mood to him the words of a wonderful song forming in his ever big bright witty brain, 'TOGETHER FORVER! HUNTSMAN AND OTHELLO BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!'
Yet...
He didn't hum. He didn't sing out loud. The Gifted had done figured and reasoned his best bet was to be as angelic as a person as be could, a lot was riding on this for both of them. He'd point and read from the Huntsman book for as long as it took her to whip him into a real champion of Nevermere. A refined soldier.
Snatching up he clothes he indicated he was ready to was today away. The journey began now!