• domhnall
    Welcome to the kingdoms of Morbourne, Fallhaven and Valcoast. These cities of Domhnall are unique but tied together; Trades occur, merchants travel and treaties are reviewed, signed and broken: it's a way of life. The population is a mix of humans and mages, with the ruling bodies of each kingdom the latter: super powered and deadly. Though for now there is peace, a stable peace, as each depends on the others to maintain the delicate chains of life. What all citizens of every country have most in common however is their védo, a beast that is bonded to them and protects them from the dangers of this world. In a world where loyalty is everything, which side will you choose?

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Jan 7 2015, 02:29 AM
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F O R B I D D E N F R U I T .
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hey all! here's the deal. i'm aching for some sort of 'forbidden love'-esque plot. you know exactly what i mean, i'm sure; wealthy girl meets poor boy, feelings develop, drama ensues. i'm really wanting to make a member of the royal/court help -- a cook or servant of some sort -- and i think it would be bloody lovely to have a lady of high standing be charmed by him. i'm good to go with whatever kingdom and, hell, i can even adjust the boy to fit your likings. holla at me!
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roan vo'kome resic

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unemployed; ex-knight

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howling ghosts, they reappear.

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Roan, quite simply, is a product of his ailment; he is the shell of a once-content man, whom searches aimlessly in vain for purpose. <p>

Nursing a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder, this individual is one whom has become absolutely obsessed with the idea of survival; weakness, in the eyes of this young soldier, is not an option. Once-passionate emotions have become brittle and coarse, numbed to the point where – despite yearning to – Roan is acutely unable to understand them thoroughly. He feels deeply, and yet is incapable of expressing his emotions in a healthy or productive manner; thus, he fails to maintain relationships, friendly or otherwise, with those whom surround him.<p>

He is alienated; he is untrusting; he is over-aware. <p>

He avoids his weaknesses as an immortal would the light of day; the man skirts around his mental inflictions with ease of practice, ignoring them in yearning for them to fall silent within the depths of his muddled mind. He overcomes flashbacks. He bothers not with lingering upon the images which haunt his dreams. His bouts of anger are promptly solved and ignored. <p>

Alas, beneath his detached mask lurks a frighteningly insecure, afraid, and lonely boy.<p>

He is bitter, he is self-loathing; and, thus, selfless. Roan was brought up with good morals, and his willingness to throw his worth away has a tendency to hinder him. Though risk is always measured, he will never turn a blind eye to those in need; though brittle, he is by no means cold. He holds an unusual compassion within him, his awe of beauty breathtakingly uncharacteristic. <p>

He is a hard creature, and yet nothing pleases him more than to observe the purity which hides within plain view; a mother comforting her child, a spider spinning a web, a couple sharing an illicit kiss. It is captivating, if only because he does not understand it.<p>

Social conventions have been lost, within this young individual. He does not grasp at sarcasm, as he thinks in a very blunt and matter-of-fact way; though always polite, always respectful, he holds faith in the truth. <p>

He is a fractured young soul, Roan is. He is a broken young man, whom harbors many demons; however, he holds potential. Hazel eyes are expressive, and his heart is eager. <p>

He yearns for better; he yearns to heal.

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<i>“You would do better, to be more like your brother.” The words are dry and, as the child grasps desperately at his father’s pant-leg he yearns only for attention, for adoration; he seeks love. “You heard me, Roan. Leave me be.” Never, will he refer to the frail boy as his own flesh and blood; he is the cause, after-all. Of course, a six year-old Roan is unaware of his mother’s death in the passing of his birth – he only knows his father’s disappointment, his father’s distaste. “God damn-it, Roan.” It is shocking, as is the cracking of palm-to-cheek; the child slumps backwards, helplessly, and abandons his hold. His features crumble into a frown, as heavy steps carry his father from the room. <p>

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<i>He throws himself atop his brother’s heaving body, a wordless yell erupting forth from chapped lips as his fingers curl into fabric and hazel eyes search, desperate, for blue. “You’re alright, Bo. You—You’re going to live. Stay with me. Keep breathing. We’re close to help.” He offers his brother a smile, though the man beneath him is immediately wracked with savage convulsions; his lips part to accommodate a bloody froth and Roan, horrified, grasps roughly at his collar. “Stop it. Stop this. You can’t die on me.” A smile curls his brother, his best friend’s lips, at that moment; it is fleeting, his eyes tired. “I love you, Roan. Dad was wrong. Remember that, kiddo.” Death takes him violently, with another round of convulsions and wavering groans. </i><p>

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<i>It is ethereal, the pain; angelic, unrealistic. His eyes remain wide as the man slumps to his knees, breath hitching within the depths of his constricting throat. Shock. “You will die alongside your brothers. Your kingdom is nothing.” Though the words are spoken, Roan cannot comprehend them; gentle eyes fall to the knife which protrudes from his side and he, stifling a groan, finds his body crumpling to the ground. His consciousness fades away to the sound of booming laughter, only to be revived in the company of a dimly-lit, beautiful woman. </i>

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