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!
Witch magic — Amelia mostly focuses on cursus and summons. Her second best ability is incantations, and thirdly potions. Potions are something she isn't well versed in. She doesn't want to spend time on finding ingredients and mixing them up into potions. She much more prefers powers that come from within, like curses, summons and incantations
Post by Amelia Irving on Jun 11, 2024 11:22:40 GMT -5
[For Violet Bashar , but open to other nobles that have stayed behind in Nevermere as well - BEFORE the fire that killed the Bashar kids]
Amelia and Philippe had been married for a while now. She had met his brother, William, and they saw him occasionally. She wasn't close to him, or his wife, but Gwendolyn Irving had decided to throw a ball, a party. The invite had "when the cat's away, the mice will play" written on top, which had earned a raised eyebrow on Amelia's part. Gwen wanted to host a party for the nobles of Nevermere that hadn't gone on the tour. It was mostly for the wives of noblemen that had gone, but she had extended the invite to all nobles that had stayed behind.
She had begged Philippe if they could sit this one out, but he had said that he was obligated to go, since it was his brother's wife, and he hadn't been asked to join the tour. Amelia hadn't gone either, but she assumed it was because she was needed in Nevermere.
So, Amelia hadn't been able to find a reason not to go. The woman was used to being both a soldier and a noblewoman, so before they had left their house, she had slipped into her well-mannered noblewoman role. She had put on a light blue dress (minus the cape) and had a servant do her hair. It was pinned to her head with beautiful pins, and some curls framed her face.
Amelia found herself near the exit from the main hall, to one of the balconies. She looked around and then slipped out, onto the balcony. She sighed and smiled at her glass of wine. Peace, at last.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2024 12:42:16 GMT -5 by Amelia Irving
Post by Dezembre Chaudhari on Jun 11, 2024 11:56:03 GMT -5
When the invitation came she as as unmarried woman asked the supreme witch in her family if she could go. She explained that she won't cause any trouble and that she wouldn't leave with a man and come home at a sensible time. On top of looking for a respectable man. She was happy that she was allowed to go, she had to decide which dress will flatter her and she finally landed on a beautiful dress she did her hair in a beautiful up do as she made her way to the due.
When she arrived, she greated the host and thanked them for the invertation.
Post by Violet Bashar on Jun 11, 2024 12:46:07 GMT -5
Violet never passed up on an opportunity to make an appearance to any social event. Especially right then. Ever since the king’s tour started, things had been dreadfully dull. It was as if most of the noble population had left town! She’d have to locate Lady Irving and express her happiness that at least some people realized that just because the king and his men were out, it didn’t mean that the rest of them couldn’t enjoy themselves.
Violet wore her favorite black dress, and adorned herself in sparkling jewelry—she even had her maid braid diamonds in her equally black hair. She regretted that her brother could not see her ensemble--or Lord Morrigan, whom she had set her cap at. Ah well! Perhaps there would be some single men that could tell her how beautiful she was. She thought she looked rather marvelous, worthy of adoration. Violet was not a humble sort of girl.
She arrived at precisely the time a well-bred lady ought, and made her entrance into the room. It was a good turn out, considering how few people seemed to be in town. A servant brought a tray of wine around, and Violet snatched one for herself, quickly lamented that she was not there with an escort to bring her that drink—and wandered around the room a bit. Where was the hostess? She spied a balcony, and saw a figure in there. Lady Irving, Violet figured, must have been grabbing a gulp of fresh air. She glided toward the door, a pretty smile gracing her lovely face as she stepped onto the balcony.
“Lady Irving—“ she paused when she saw that the occupant was not, in fact, Lady Gwendolyn Irving, “Oh!” She gasped rather girlishly, “I do apologize. I thought you were our esteemed hostess."
Witch magic — Amelia mostly focuses on cursus and summons. Her second best ability is incantations, and thirdly potions. Potions are something she isn't well versed in. She doesn't want to spend time on finding ingredients and mixing them up into potions. She much more prefers powers that come from within, like curses, summons and incantations
Post by Amelia Irving on Jun 11, 2024 13:13:29 GMT -5
Amelia leaned on the stone banister that kept the balcony secure and prevented people from falling. Her elbows rested on it, and her glass dangled in her hand. She brought it to her lips every so often, until the sound of the door opening caused her to straighten her back and look around, the loose strands of her dark hair flowing in the wind created by the movement. She saw s young noblewoman, whom she didn't immediately recognise. Something about her was very familiar, though.
She chuckled politely and curtsied. "Lady Irving is still right, though you've just given Lady Gwendolyn a tremendous compliment by thinking I was her." She moved a hand to her mouth, as in 'oops!'. "That was rude of me, forgive my manners. It's just a cheeky family joke. Lady Irving is my... Sister-in-law, I think you call it." She smiled and let her eyes wander over the people on the opposite side of the mostly glass door. "Quite the turn out, don't you think?" She gazed at them a moment longer before returning her attention to the young woman. "Amelia Irving, nice to meet you."
Amelia had a kind smile, but something behind her dark eyes always made her look a bit mysterious. She had some siren-like qualities. But this young woman in front of her seemed to have them as well. Whereas Amelia's eyes were dark, the other had light eyes, which drew attention to them. She was dressed beautifully, and her hair was nicely done as well. Definitely one of the richer families, she thought. When she saw true noblewomen like Violet, she wondered if people could spot her soldier-side when she was dressed up as a noblewoman. She was very good at keeping the two separate, though.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jun 14, 2024 11:39:55 GMT -5
Hadrian was a military man, true, but he was a nobleman too—and it did one well to be seen about in polite society. Admittedly after his separation from Kennet he’d let that commitment lapse. But given the most recent invitation, he felt he could not decline. The Irving family was a good one, known to the Ushers and the Ushers to them. So Hadrian happily accepted, and arrived in his finest Nevermerean navy military blues, silver piping shining in the candlelight as did the silver in his hair. The commander was old, yes, but still handsome when he polished up.
He’d begin to move about the room, greeting those he recognized with a rapidly dwindling drink in his hand.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Jun 14, 2024 13:42:19 GMT -5
Octavius has no business being at that party. He was technically a nobleman, but practically a commoner. He should have been in a tavern somewhere hooting and hollering rather than wearing is best (and yet still not great) garbs to this social gathering. He had come because he was bored. Simple as that. Bored, but searching. He was, after all, a bachelor himself. He didn’t have a reputation nor an inheritance to make him a catch in the eyes of society, but he was a soldier. That would be enough for someone…eventually.
Octavius didn’t go to greet the host he didn’t know, nor did he try to make any big draw to himself. He wallflowered, finding something to drink and sticking to the edges of the fray.
Post by Violet Bashar on Jun 14, 2024 16:30:18 GMT -5
Violet would let out a well practiced, pretty laugh, “Lady Irving, what a wicked sense of humor you have!” Subtlety eyed the fabric of the other woman’s dress, and was pleased that she was more adorned than the older woman. Of course, since she was married, she wouldn’t be too much competition with Violet anyhow. And if she was, her age would work against her, “I am Violet Bashar,” she cursied, “Pleased to meat you, Lady Irving. It is indeed a good turnout, given all the nobles that have found themselves on the King’s Tour.”
Witch magic — Amelia mostly focuses on cursus and summons. Her second best ability is incantations, and thirdly potions. Potions are something she isn't well versed in. She doesn't want to spend time on finding ingredients and mixing them up into potions. She much more prefers powers that come from within, like curses, summons and incantations
Post by Amelia Irving on Jun 20, 2024 11:51:20 GMT -5
The laugh sounded a little too rehearsed, but Amelia was no stranger to noble etiquette and the forced social interactions. She plastered a smile on her face, without feeling that joy inside, holding a hand up to her face to seem innocent and cover the smile. "It's that soldier humor, I need to leave it behind at the barracks", she said, subtly letting the woman know that she had a job outside of being a noblewoman. "But a Bashar? My, my. It's been a while since we've had the pleasure of seeing your family in town. I've heard your uncle has purchased an estate near the city. Very exciting, no?"
Through the doors, she noticed that Hadrian Usher had arrived. She made a mental note about making sure to take a moment to talk to him that evening.
Last Edit: Jun 20, 2024 11:52:29 GMT -5 by Amelia Irving
Post by Violet Bashar on Jun 21, 2024 7:03:17 GMT -5
Violet was of course familiar with the games of the courts, despite having grown up in the countryside. She was of noble blood, and her upbringing would have no other way for her to behave. So she knew what Lady Irvings smile was for exactly what it was. Not that she gave a fig. Socializing outside of the family was not for genuine pleasantries. There was always a purpose.
“Oh, you military types must have heaps of fun with humor like that,” Violet said, not allowing any sarcasm in her tone, “I wouldn’t know anything of it though. My parents would not fathom me being in the military,” not their family military anyhow, “I’m more familiar with overseeing the sheep farming than I am any sword or dagger,” Violet eyed her dress, “But you seem to wear the military well, Lady Irving.”
“Indeed yes,” Violet took a sip of her drink and peered over the rim with her blue eyes, “My uncle recently purchased an estate near Skia so we could be more involved in court. I daresay he was put out that we heard news of that tragic ball this past Heims far too late to be able to assist in any fashion.”
Violet saw Lady Irving look toward the crowd and Violet turned to see who she was looking at, “My, my, is that Commander Hadrian Usher?”
Witch magic — Amelia mostly focuses on cursus and summons. Her second best ability is incantations, and thirdly potions. Potions are something she isn't well versed in. She doesn't want to spend time on finding ingredients and mixing them up into potions. She much more prefers powers that come from within, like curses, summons and incantations
Post by Amelia Irving on Jun 26, 2024 7:33:20 GMT -5
Her jaw was a little tense, but the smile remained on her face. Military types. Was Violet trying to reduce her to just that? She was definitely also a typical noblewoman, master of all the pleasantries and manners. She had taught them to herself over the years. "Sheep farming, you say?" That didn't sound glamorous at all. If Amelia had been less polite, she would have laughed, but she didn't. She just faked interest. "Well, it's best to keep those sheep on your good side. You never know when you'll need them."
She inquired about the estate that Ibrahim Bashar had bought. It had been small news. The family was well known for their riches, after all, and for having been away from the city for so long. You couldn't exactly go for a quick visit to the Bashar before. They lived near Coheed, which would be quite the travel. "Good thinking on his part to move somewhat closer, then", she said with the same old smile. She couldn't imagine the Bashar getting their hands dirty and assisting in matters such as the ball, but the Goddess worked in mysterious ways.
Violet had taken notice of her look at the interior, and she saw the man she was looking at. "It appears so." She hadn't expected the Captain Commander to come to the ball. She scanned the other faces too, looking for her husband Philippe Irving. He must be in there somewhere, but she didn't know where he had gone. "Are you familiar with the Captain Commander?" Amelia asked before taking a small sip of her glass, politely waiting for a response.
Post by Violet Bashar on Jul 4, 2024 17:35:09 GMT -5
“Indeed yes,” Violet said with cheer, not caring if the other woman found her family’s supposed main profession interesting or not, “Not the most glamorous thing, I suppose, but as my family will say, everyone needs to clothe themselves!” She let out a laugh even though she knew what she said wasn’t particularly funny.
On the subject of the Captain Commander, Violet would shake her head, “Oh no,” she put her free hand delicately over her chest, “I have not had that honor as of yet, but who wouldn’t be aware of such a prominent and eligible man in our society?” Violet really thought he looked about her uncles age, which she equated with terribly old, but she preferred the other woman think of her as someone who was a touch boy crazy. It wouldn’t do to take her too seriously after all, “My uncle speaks quite highly of him,” another lie. She had no idea what her uncle thought of the Captain Commander.
Post by Dezembre Chaudhari on Jul 5, 2024 5:24:09 GMT -5
Dezi walked around and she noticed two men Hadrian Usher and Octavius she knew that if she managed to win one of them that would look great on her so she walked over to Hadrian. He is the captain commander. He looks strong and handsome and also Usher is a very respectable name. "Commander Usher. It is lovely to see you my lord." She had a soft smile. "May I say the Navy blue suits you." Her forest green dress flattered her skin colour and hung in all the right curves. making her stand out even more. She know how to dress well.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Jul 6, 2024 14:12:12 GMT -5
Hadrian turned to greet the woman who named him with a warm smile. She was a beauty—anyone would be able to see as much. Her kind of elegance was the kind that only nobility could produce. Though the raw substance of a gem may be spectacular, it took a deft hand and sculpting to create something truly spectacular. And she was.
“It would be quite the inconvenience if it did not, my lady,” Hadrian chuckled with a tip of his head and a twinkle in his eye. After all, the commander spent nearly every waking moment in Nevermeran navy. He extended a hand to her.
“Though it seems my reputation proceeds me, I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
Post by Dezembre Chaudhari on Jul 8, 2024 8:56:59 GMT -5
At the commander comment, there was a laugh, warm. The royal Nacy does suit him to the tea, plus it shows how committed he is to Nevermere. There way his eyes twinkle in his eyes. When he exanded his hand to her, she gracefully took it. Her hands who seen work creating potions, would possible feel delicate in his hands. his hands seem like it have seen work and dedication. Powerful.
"Name is Lady Decembre Chaudhari, my lord." She was a proud Chaudhari,a family who is known to be dedicated to both Nevermere and to the crown, a noble family.
Witch magic — Amelia mostly focuses on cursus and summons. Her second best ability is incantations, and thirdly potions. Potions are something she isn't well versed in. She doesn't want to spend time on finding ingredients and mixing them up into potions. She much more prefers powers that come from within, like curses, summons and incantations
Post by Amelia Irving on Jul 8, 2024 12:39:16 GMT -5
Not glamorous was an understatement. Amelia had expected Violet to simply be a courtier. She couldn't imagine the woman getting her hands dirty. Maybe she has judged the other too hastily.
Their conversation shifted to Hadrian, who seemed to have caught the attention of more than one person at the ball. She could see a woman she didn't know approach the man. n eligible man, Violet said. Was she looking to woo him? "Are you unwed, my lady?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Such a lovely, beautiful lady such as yourself must have a line of men waiting to marry her." A little compliment, just to rub those other noble families the right way. Violet was attractive, but not Amelia's type.