❝My original reason to fight may be no more but my oath still stands.❞ -New account -ChorRP- OC -Tries to be detailed -RT's are nice.

“Mαy тнe Lιɢнт oғ Ƥуктση ѕнιɴe υpoɴ yoυ...” ⮚ Prιeѕт тo Pyĸтoɴ ⮚ Tнιrd Geɴerαl oғ Xrιrαc. ⮚ CʜᴏʀRP OC ⮚ FC: Aʙᴇʟᴀs﹣DA:I; ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ʙʏ ᴀʀᴛᴇᴍᴏʀᴛᴇ

⸻ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ Ꮤᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ. ⁜ CʜᴏʀRP / ᴍᴠ ᴏᴄ ⁜ Lᴀᴅʏ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ⁜ Rᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

"Any man in the kingdom will tell you I am a virtuous prince— I have made it so." 👑#ChorRP / #MVRP OC 👑 #DetailedRP 👑RTs are appreciated

FC is Cesare Borgia from Assassin's Creed Brotherhood.

6 years of rp experience #OC Dark elf Thief/Rogue #OpenRP #SemiDetailed #DetailedRP RT and Like for starter

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The sound of hoofbeats striking the earth echoed as the great hunting host approached the forest before coming to a halt at its edge. +

+ /I'll be surprised if every fox in the forest doesn't flee before we get near./ Fitzroy glanced at the gathered hunters—nobles dressed +

+ in the latest court fashion rubbing elbows with rough-looking fellows suspiciously resembling poachers. It was a surreal sight made +

+ possible by the Festival of Kings. "In honor of the 250th year of the Kingdom of Prithia, his royal majesty King Alric the VII has in +

+ in his wisdom decreed that this momentous occasion should be celebrated for half a fortnight." A herald dressed in the royal colors of +

+ went on to recite the history of Prithia and the valorous exploits of her kings. Fitzoy's gaze wandered around the +

+ hunting host, taking count of the nobles in attendance, and more so those in absence, which signified loyalty to the High Cleric, who +

+ refused to attend the festival on the premise that it was beneath his position. "...the winner of this competition +

+ shall be awarded the Burned Bow. Now, to the best huntsman: victory!" /Oh, he's finally done?/ Fitzroy winced internally that a prized +

+ royal relic was being put on the line as a prize, but he appreciated the importance of the Festival of Kings—a display of royal +

+ grandeur in the face of Marcucuio's waxing influence. With the conclusion of the opening ceremony, the master of the hunt released the +

+ hounds, who leapt braying into the woods. "Best of luck to you," Fitzroy said with a friendly smile to those nearby. #Chornival