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!
Explosive generation - Avalon is able to create and direct explosions at people and objects.
Some kind of force shoots from her fingertips that creates an explosion upon collision with her target. She can use this to direct an explosion at someone's feet, or to make an object, like for example a barrel or rock, explode. They explosion is generated within her person, and fired from her hands, meaning the explosion doesn't manifest within the target, but comes from her.
Post by Avalon Eldouir on Feb 29, 2024 9:04:18 GMT -5
She pouted in Azazel Eldouir's direction when he nudged her in Cezar Scorza 's direction. She didn't want to leave her little boy behind, but maybe the dark-skinned man could distract her from wanting to spend time with Azazel.
The woman, who had dyed her hair and was pretty unrecognisable, curtsied when she arrived where Cezar was standing, and smiled at him. "My lord, I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're quite a stunner, if I may say so." She batted her eyelashes a little. "Do I have competition to beat in case to get a dance with you?" she asked, looking around.
Last Edit: Feb 29, 2024 9:05:08 GMT -5 by Avalon Eldouir
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Feb 29, 2024 13:18:25 GMT -5
Hiram wasn’t quite crashing the party. That is, he left the blood of the horses he’d teleported into pooling just outside the entrance of the manor, which was a sign of peace for this Eldouir. Unlike the others, however, he hadn’t done a thing to keep his identity undisclosed. Not a damn thing.
The man of blood stepped onto the scene wearing brown pants, black boots, and no shirt. Adorning his shoulders and head and draping down his back was the pelt of a tiger, the face of the thing draped onto his forehead, teeth secured to the leathery hide that came just at his brow. He had added a touch to his costume—two finger-smeared lines of blood coming from each eye, as well as bloody handprints on his hairy pectorals. To top the barbaric look of, his hatchets sat in their holders on his belt, dull but capable of biting into anything he brought them down on hard enough. In his pocket he kept a small vial of witch blood, not enough to last him too long but just enough to preform some party tricks if the need arose.
Hiram would bare his teeth at any servant or guard or whoever tried to stop him from entering. Assuming no grand gesture to keep him out was made, he’d enter into the ballroom, smirking with pleasure, snatching alcohol off a passing tray at his first opportunity.
Post by Tallis Scorza on Feb 29, 2024 14:36:56 GMT -5
Tallis tugged Gianna Pasqualin to her, arm around her waist as she smiled a smile of manic joy. Life of the party didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of the joyful manner that Tallis had assumed…though that attitude was always liable to turn. She’d donned a flirtatious manner, though she had no real interest in the man. Or any man, for that matter.
“Far be it from me to reject such a compliment,” Tallis responded to Quinton Featherton with a dazzling smile, “Baroness Tallis Morand, if you please, my lord. My husband is about somewhere, but who needs husbands on a night such as this? Also my cousin, Acacia, and my delight of a ward—” Tallis smiled at her, “Gianna Pasqualin.” She kept her hand about Gianna’s waist, looking at her.
“Is she not a picture of beauty, Count Featherton?” The moment would no doubt be interrupted soon by Hiram Eldouir’s arrival—but not yet. For now, Tallis was enjoying her little game.
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Post by Scout Kane on Feb 29, 2024 14:57:08 GMT -5
Before she was able to catch Florina Bellerose's response, murmuring and soft exclaims from the people around her caught her attention. She looked at the door to see who had arrived and warranted that kind of reaction, and saw Hiram Eldouir. Fuck. Without even realising it, she turned the ring on her finger. Rather be safe than sorry, right?
"Excuse me", she said to Florina Bellerose before speed-walking over to Quinton Featherton, who was talking to Acacia Scorza, Tallis Scorza and Gianna Pasqualin. "Forgive me", she said to the ladies while grabbing Quinton's arm, not pulling him away but holding him firmly. She bowed closer to him and said: "Hiram is here. Ask him what he wants, and make sure you keep the guests safe."
[+10 combat score from ring for 10 posts]
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2024 4:06:42 GMT -5 by Scout Kane
Post by Cezar Scorza on Feb 29, 2024 14:57:24 GMT -5
Cezar had not been expecting anyone to approach him if he was being honest but when the regal figure of Avalon Eldouir stepped in front of him he would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased. He didn't recognize her but she was absolutely lovely. His lips curved up into a handsome smile, exposing his white teeth and a sparkle in his eyes. He was secretly pleased by how bold she was to compliment him so. Most noblewomen he knew were far more coy. "That's very generous, considering that I don't hold even a candle to the brightness of your beauty," he said to her, no question as to whether or not he was flirting.
At her question he hummed thoughtfully. "If I said there was competition, would that make me even more appealing?" he teased with a playful wink.
Over her shoulder he saw a man enter wearing what had to be a faux tiger pelt. He'd certainly never seen a creature like that anywhere before. He was at too much of a distance to recognize him and the woman in front of him was currently keeping his attention far more than the bold stranger so his gaze quickly returned to her.
Post by Gianna Pasqualin on Mar 1, 2024 11:22:29 GMT -5
Gianna squeaked as Tallis' hold on her waist tightened, tickling her just enough to make her sound stupid but subtly enough to not be guilty for it. Gianna's cheeks flushed beautifully (or at least she'd stood in the mirror for enough hours to have the opinion), and she maintained her coy smile. She also missed the Eldouir's entrance, but when Scout Kane stormed up and dragged the host away she found herself casting eyes of irritation after the woman, then around the room. She didn't know exactly who she was, but she saw the long hair on his shoulders and knew the name.
"Eldouir." She whispered, but there was not fear in her voice. Gifted didn't quite know what to think of the family, did they? At one point in time the had represented the life no other gifted wanted; collared dogs of the kingdom. Then they had broken free, asserted dominance, and become rulers. Then terrorists. Now...well, now she wasn't sure. Were they here to help the gifteds? Was that too much to hope for?
Post by Honora Allemeade on Mar 1, 2024 12:11:48 GMT -5
Hiram Eldouir would provide a welcome distraction. Honora would slip in during the hubbub, black hood pulled low over her face. She’d stick to the edges of the room, hoping to go unnoticed, looking for Quinton Featherton. If he was identified or otherwise moved to make himself known, she’d slowly but purposefully start making her way toward him.
Post by Ikisina Navarro on Mar 1, 2024 12:29:08 GMT -5
Sina laughed smiled at Alaric Melbourne when he asked her for a dance. "of course I would love to dance with you." However she wondered why he want to dance with her. She wasn't somebody people would dance with her. However, people kept telling her to lay low. rejecting people asking her to dance and then standing on the sideline. that sort of thing will ask more questions.
However she noticed Hiram as he walked in and froze softly. Softly grabbing Alaric's hand. "I have a feeling that things might turn ugly. I can't protect you, but I need you to be safe, we need to calmly leave." Her eyes was asking Alaric to trust her. Hoping that he will leave with her. It is Hiram, with a collar on she can't help everybody. If she can keep one person safe that all that matters, plus with her still being on patrol if things go down it will look bad on her if things goes down.
Explosive generation - Avalon is able to create and direct explosions at people and objects.
Some kind of force shoots from her fingertips that creates an explosion upon collision with her target. She can use this to direct an explosion at someone's feet, or to make an object, like for example a barrel or rock, explode. They explosion is generated within her person, and fired from her hands, meaning the explosion doesn't manifest within the target, but comes from her.
Post by Avalon Eldouir on Mar 2, 2024 11:38:50 GMT -5
Oh, he flirted back. A cheeky grin appeared on her face. A smooth talker, too. She immediately felt more pretty than when she had walked into the room. The wink and the mention of competition made her excited.
"I do love me some good competition", she said, softly running a finger over his arm. "Who is my competitor?" Ava asked, then, unaware that Hiram had entered the room.
Post by Quinton Featherton on Mar 4, 2024 20:00:29 GMT -5
Quinton smiled at the three women, his attention on Gianna Pasqualin in particular. He opened his mouth to ask the lady to save him a dance, but someone gripped his arm, and started to pull him away.
Frowning, he would try to resist her pull, turning slightly to see that the person tugging him away from potential conquests was Scout Kane, his late friend Astor’s widow. He would try to get out an apology with a, “I’ll be back shortly,” before finally following Scout. He did hope it was something important. He would be quite put out if it wasn’t. But then he heard that dreaded surname, and even he in his numbness felt a spark of…something. He could have smiled. How delightful. Yet Irritating. How did the guards let them pass? He would have to find whoever allowed them to step though.
“Hiram Eldouir?” He said in hushed tones, as if he did not wish to give the rest of his guests a fright, “Are you sure?” He would look around before spying a man wearing the pelt of some sort of large cat. Keeping silent, he thought of what to do. The man had shit timing. The dancing was supposed to start soon…perhaps that would be a good distraction for his guests? Surely that would seem strange to start the dancing. The man wasn’t even trying to be incognito. If he were being honest with himself, however, if the scandal of just allowing the Eldouir to stay wasn’t a factor, Quinton would have allowed them to stay and to continue the ball. It would have been very interesting. Very interesting, indeed. “I’ll take care of it, Lady Kane,” he said, turning to face her, “Could I impose on you to silently warn some of my guests? Try not to frighten them. The last thing we need is for someone to be trampled to death. The Eldouir doesn’t appear to be causing trouble, but that does not mean there won’t be.” He would wait long enough for her to answer before he would quietly make his way toward Hiram Eldouir, glad that he always carried a knife on him.
When he reached the man, he would give a slight bow, keeping things civil for as long as he could, “My Lord,” a pause, “Or is it ‘Your Majesty?’ I confess, I am unsure how I should address you,” a pleasant smile, ever the happy host, “I did not expect any of your people to attend my ball, but I did say all are welcome. However, you must understand that I am obliged to inquire as to your intentions?”
Post by Winifred Whistlebottom on Mar 4, 2024 20:09:10 GMT -5
Winifred stood from her seat, needing to stretch her old bones. It would be very good to mingle in the crowd. She might make new friends, or find potential matches for her clients, after all.
She walked through the crowd, the people politely moving out of the way for her when they saw her advanced age. Then she saw a man wearing an impressive fur over him. She did not yet see the color of his hair, but would be so enraptured in studying the man’s costume that she neglected to watch herself and bumped into someone.
She turned toward the person she ran into, and laughed in that way people did when they flubbed up in public, “I am so sorry, my lady!” She said after she saw who she bumped into. The woman wore a dark hood, and even with the woman’s great height, she could still tell that it was a woman, “I’ve become so clumsy in my old age! I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Ring of enchanted combat: ring that, when twisted around the finger three times, enhances one's combat abilities (the equivalent of ten additional combat points).
Scout had not physically pulled anyway away from the conversation (just OOC clarifications because both El and Bug seemed to think so haha!) but had simply pulled on his arm to get Quinton's attention. "Yes, of course", Scout replied when he asked her to quietly and gently warn people about Hiram's presence.
She would turn to Tallis Scorza and Gianna Pasqualin first, because they were closest to her. "Hiram Eldouir is here, so stay cautious", she told them before she would head into the crowd, telling other guests about it too.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2024 9:29:23 GMT -5 by Scout Kane
Post by Tallis Scorza on Mar 7, 2024 13:15:51 GMT -5
“Eldouir.”
Tallis’s head snapped toward the larger ballroom as she maneuvered Gianna Pasqualin behind her. She had nothing to fear from the Eldouirs, she had enough hubris to believe so, but Gianna wasn’t worth the potential sacrifice. She was Tallis’s responsibility, after all, or at least in her eyes.
“You stay here, little bird,” Tallis said before moving in the direction of the Eldouir and the ball’s host, taking Acacia Scorza’s hand to join her if it were close. Once she neared him, she’d nonchalantly move about her business, snagging a drink, not attempting to make conversation—instead content to watch whatever might unfold between him and Quinton Featherton. If she was able to catch Cezar Scorza’s eye, she’d indicate for him to come over.
Post by Hiram Eldouir on Mar 7, 2024 13:54:31 GMT -5
Hiram made eyes at anyone who would look at him, slowly stalking his way through the crowd, grinning especially wide when some guests moved back. They had a reason to fear him.
When a man approached him, Hiram quirked his head, looking the pretty boy over from nose to navel and back up again.
“Just Hiram will do.” He never pretended to be a king. That crap was for the kids. “I’m here for the same reason any of us are: a drink, a dance, maybe get lucky.” He bounced his brows suggestively, though his suggestion wasn’t towards this man specifically.
Magic Detection: The ability to detect magic. The user can judge magical aptitude, pinpoint magic being used within a mile vicinity, and even detect when potent magic has formerly been used in a space. The magic may originate from a living thing or from an object, it does not matter. There is no restriction to the kind of magic that the user can detect. The weakness is the spatial awareness limitation, and while the user can detect the presence of magic, they cannot detect the specific kind of magic being used.
Post by Florina Bellerose on Mar 7, 2024 17:10:10 GMT -5
Scout Kane had left before she could anwser her question, leaving Florina with her lips parted, preparing to speak. She furrowed her brow. What had happened to make her walk away like that? It wasn’t like her. Turning her head this way and that, she searched for the possible source of her friend’s distraction and saw standing not too far from her a man wearing the skin of a tiger…was his hair red? Sun and stars, was that an Eldouir (Hiram Eldouir)? Was that man the source of the shiver of magic she had felt? Panic swelled in her belly. She had to leave. She had to leave before something happened. But to leave, she would need to move. Her feet were frozen in place from fright. She needed to calm down.
She saw their host, Quinton Featherton approach the man, and would try to regain herself as the two men spoke.