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!
Lisette, with Ibrahim’s blessing, walked out of the meeting room on fast feet to catch her brother. They weren’t the closest siblings, but they weren’t strangers, either. They knew a helpful thing or two about one another. Sometimes rivals could be frenemies when it suited them, no?
“Paris!” She called, turning her proper lady fast walking into a gathered-skirts run to catch him.
Post by Paris Bashar on Oct 29, 2023 17:31:27 GMT -5
Paris wasn’t a man ruled by his temper. With every swift step he took away from the gathering, his irritation faded until there was nothing but exhaustion and disappointment left. As was his habit, Paris started to turn over the details of the encounter in his mind. Yes, he decided, his observation of Lisette had taken the wrong time, place, and tone—however true it was. But his father had been equally out of line by shaming his only son in a woman’s defense. Such a discussion should have been a private affair, but instead, his father chose the unseemly route of a public dressing-down. Paris grimaced as his father’s words soured in his mind.
Then there was the matter of Ares. Yes, he once again conceded, jealousy was a useless and silly emotion to indulge. His father was right to recognize his cousin’s contributions to the family, and Paris shouldn’t fault him for it. But Ares…well, his reasons for reservations about Ares were hardly ones he would offer his father.
By the time he’d turned the corner to ascend the stairs, his footsteps had slowed to a more normal pace. Paris decided he’d apologize to his father. Though he believed his father had been entirely out of line in his open criticism, Paris couldn’t control his father: the only actions he could control were his own. But as for Lisette—
“Paris!”
As if on cue, Paris turned with one foot ascending the stairs, eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms.
“Yes, dear sister?” His question was curt, but not sarcastic.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2023 17:31:38 GMT -5 by Paris Bashar
Post by Lisette Bashar on Nov 9, 2023 7:44:18 GMT -5
Lisette met Paris at the stairs and released her skirts, following the action with a quick smoothing down as she stepped onto the first stair to match her brother.
Theirs was a complicated relationship, and despite how much and how often she disliked Paris as a whole, he was her brother. Familial loyalty ran deep in the Bashar veins.
“You’re a rude, narcissistic ass.” Liss told him matter-of-factly, not a trace of apology on her face. “But father was harsh.” She was offering him something. Something small and unspoken that wouldn’t change their lives but could be valuable.
Post by Paris Bashar on Nov 13, 2023 19:16:48 GMT -5
Paris might have turned her away, summoned up some sour rebuke, but instead, he considered Lis’s observation (for lack of a better term) at face value. He thought for a moment, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together as he often did in a self-soothing motion. Lis was an annoyance at times and a preoccupation at others, but in the end…she was his sister. Paris sighed through his nose.
“I suppose rude I deserve, but narcissist?” Paris smirked, as if he and Lis were children again, “I believe our cousin is stiff competition for that title.”
Post by Lisette Bashar on Nov 16, 2023 14:00:40 GMT -5
Lis’ smile mirrored her brother’s, though her lips perhaps weren’t quite as perfect as his.
“One does not compare a bright light to the sun.” She joined in, glad they could rally against a third party that also wasn’t father. Her smile faltered a pinch as her gaze dropped over her brother and then to the direction he was headed.
Post by Paris Bashar on Nov 28, 2023 20:24:37 GMT -5
Paris huffed with a single chuckle, all but rolling his eyes. Yes, the sun. Surely that’s what Ares saw himself as—perhaps his father too. Luckily for him, Paris thought, in Nevermere the sun was ever so easily obscured. But with the tension between him an Lis broken, Paris was glad to move from the subject of Ares to something else entirely. He contemplated for a moment, a thoughtful frown creasing the corners of his mouth.
“So long as I had some purpose there. Court life in an odf itself holds no interest for me, but if it would serve our family,” Paris shrugged, “Then I’d happily go.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “And you?”
Post by Lisette Bashar on Dec 9, 2023 7:55:46 GMT -5
Lis listened, and when Paris turned her question back on her she sighed and reluctantly began climbing the stairs, expecting her brother to fall in.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” For all her accomplishments, she was rather directionless. A husband would have given her direction, but she didn’t have one of those.
Post by Paris Bashar on Dec 10, 2023 12:02:15 GMT -5
And Paris did. Despite their squabbles, he and Lis remained in step—for family was what they had. All they could depend on.
“It would be good for you to enter society. No doubt Skia has more eligible men than the halls of this estate," Paris was more delicate this time, choosing the way of a joke but the care in his voice genuine and evident.
Post by Lisette Bashar on Jan 11, 2024 12:13:11 GMT -5
Lisette scoffed half-heartedly.
“More suitors, perhaps, but not many with father’s approval. Entering Skia society might aggravate an already dismal pursuit.” Lis side eyed Paris, hoping he would have something encouraging for her.
Post by Paris Bashar on Feb 8, 2024 7:26:54 GMT -5
Paris smirked, though the curve of his smile had the unmistakeable form of a patronizing brother’s.
“Dismal but necessary,” Paris said obstructively, “And if given the choice, I’d prefer more options than the few this estate has to offer. It would be good for you. For our family.”
Post by Lisette Bashar on Mar 1, 2024 10:58:25 GMT -5
Lis pursed her lips in a silent protest, but as her older brother's words sank in she realized she agreed. Heartily. The thought of expanding her options was surely enticing. Of course, the risk of finding an interesting man that father didn't approve of always loomed, but it didn't have to be damning. Surely there were plenty of interesting men in Skia.
They reached the top of the stairs. Lisette turned on her brother in such a way that would not let him escape.
"Are you going to say anything? To father, I mean."