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__________⊹━ age;; seventeen
__________⊹━ class;; heir
__________⊹━ guild;; breath
__________⊹━ kingdom;; prospit
__________⊹━ attire;; x / x
__________⊹━ history;; As Heir to the Prospitian throne, John was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His birth alone was the greatest event of that entire year for Prospit—even bigger than the annual celebration of the day the treaty between Prospit and Derse was signed. Having been born into royalty he, naturally, had a lot of high standards thrust upon him before he could even walk, all of which John would find very tedious as he grew older. He was lectured by his teachers about sitting up straight, holding oneself with pride when walking, chewing with his mouth closed or not talking with his mouth full, waving to the people of his kingdom in a refined manner as opposed to the “silly” way he had, and countless other things that, if he chose to ignore them, he was told that it was “very unbecoming” of the young heir. Regardless of his lessons, he was rambunctious and the only thing he wanted to act like was a kid his own age. While he didn’t mind being told what to do, sometimes he just couldn’t deal with it, and when he got a little older, he often shot back, “I’m the heir here, aren’t I? You should be doing what I say.”
John would often skip his lessons to explore the palace and pull pranks on whatever innocent victim happened to get caught by him that day. One particularly bad prank involving John, a fake knife, and red dye had shocked one of the staff members so badly that they had to retire early from their job. John was scolded and sent to his room that night without dinner, and after that, he was escorted to and from lessons by three guards every day to make sure he actually showed up and couldn’t sneak off.

Needless to say, he wasn't ready to become king at all, but, to the citizens of his kingdom, John was a perfect little angel and they looked forward to his reign one day. To the surprise and sorrow of the entire kingdom, that day would be sooner than anticipated when news spread that the King had been murdered in Derse. John, being only thirteen and a half, didn’t know how to react to the news and was quickly ushered into learning how to be the king pronto while the officials of Prospit and the royal court took over for him. Even though he has to wait till his eighteenth birthday for his coronation as King of Prospit, he does his best at playing politics with the officials since, with his birthday growing closer and closer each day, it’ll be his job soon.

__________⊹━ age;; Eighteen
__________⊹━ class;; Page
__________⊹━ guild;; Hope
__________⊹━ kingdom;; Prospit
__________⊹━ attire;; [x]
__________⊹━ history;; Even as a young child, Jake had a pretty up close and personal experience with the luxurious palace of Prospit. This he took particular pride in, because how many kids could say they grew up so close to royalty? It was true that he got to see a lot of the palace that many his age could never dream of witnessing firsthand, but it wasn't all fun and games. Jake's grandmother, despite her status as a witch outside the castle grounds, was in rather close regards with the high nobles of the royal court and she would often take him along for visits to the palace as she made her rounds. But as fun as meeting with royals may seem, the rebellious young boy much preferred exploring the castle's endless supply of nooks and crannies. He would often slip away when the adults had their backs turned and run rampant among the long, deserted hallways, only to be found oblivious as to how long he had been gone. Among one of his particular expeditions, young Jake stumbled across a grand central hub within the middle chambers of the castle. Naturally, such an ostentatious sight drew the boy in like a curious insect to a lit zapper.
Within the decorated walls the room was absolutely bustling with activity. There were people of every shape, size, and any other variation around him, but there was one group in particular that caught his attention. After pushing past a busy line of attendees, Jake was stopped in his place when his gaze happened to be met by an unusual pair of jacinthe eyes staring back in his direction. He turned away shyly upon the sudden contact, but his curiosity got the better to him. He cautiously looked back toward the glamorous blonde kid, only to find a smile worked its way onto the boy's lips. Jake gingerly returned the gesture before being surprised with an uncalled for middle finger and a laugh from the unknown kid. The darker haired boy readied himself to go up to him, but his grandma found and retrieved him before anything more could happen. But the seed was already planted; he knew he had to find the boy and return the favor.
Of course those days of carefree wandering came to an end as Jake grew older and the threat of war grew nearer. They began to make the trek to the castle grounds more and more frequently, but his grandmother made sure she kept a strict tab on where he was at all times. It confused the stir crazy adolescent and he would often question her motives, but after being told it was unsafe to go anywhere unattended, he soon understood.
Late into his teen years, his grandma's once adventurously spirited eyes started to lose their spark. She began to develop early stages of sickness, and while it didn't seem to be anything serious, she was prescribed a strict schedule of bed rest. As this lasted for quite some time, Jake had taken her place in tending to her business at the palace. He grew accustomed to visiting the place on his own, and he even had a particular fondness for the individuals he often had to meet with. He even came across that snarky little kid from before. Only, he wasn't very little and he certainly wasn't just any boy. Jake had just been about to take off for the day, when he spotted those familiar blonde locks. Eyes sparkling with the revenge he'd forgotten about in the passing years, he approached the male of which he didn't even know his name. His name.. Upon starting a conversation with him, the topic came up. Jake popped the question, but the response he got was not at all what he expected. Dirk Strider? He'd come into contact with the Dersite prince all those years ago? Well go figure. But he made it a priority to fulfill what he came for. In short, he responded simply with, "Well I hope you won't hold a grudge, your majesty, but I've been waiting a long time to return your gentlemanly gesture." and flashed him a familiar finger before giving a friendly smile, offering a bow, and letting himself out. After that, he figured that would be the last time he would have the pleasure of coming into contact with the charming royal.
Just as Jake had started to grow comfortable with life that consisted of wandering about the kingdom or filling in in the castle and then coming home to care for the woman that barely needed his help, things unfortunately took a turn for the worse.
On a particularly average and routine evening, the chipper teen came home to find that upon provocation he still could not rouse his sleeping guardian. This was odd in of itself, because usually by this time she was up and insisting that she had her fair share of rest for the day. But after a bit more prodding and coaxing, Jake realized just what was the problem with her.
After her untimely death, of which he took quite well just as he knew she would have preferred, he took up working for the palace. Though instead of tending to meetings such as when his grandma was summoned, he was offered the position as a page of royal affairs, which allowed him to quell his naturally adventurous spirit via the travel that came with being a messenger.

__________⊹━ age;; 18
__________⊹━ class;; Rogue
__________⊹━ guild;; Void
__________⊹━ kingdom;; Derse
__________⊹━ attire;; [x]
__________⊹━ history;; Roxy Lalonde was born in a fairly high class family, the Lalondes, where she grew up with her sister Rose. As an upperclass citizen, her mother had some powerful connections with some powerful people, one of whom in fact was a royal family, the Striders. But if you ignore her growing friendship with one of the most powerful boys in all of Derse, Prince Dirk Strider, her childhood might've been what you call "normal."
Sooner rather than later, as they were assigned to guilds, Rose instantly picked up on magic and through her cunning and connections, she picked up a job as the palace's Seer. Roxy, however, hadn't the patience for magic. But despite her big, boisterous personality, she found a talent for also being able to minimize her presence at almost any given time. Becoming a thief was essentially natural when you can so easily blend into the crowd it's like you're not even there, but she couldn't figure out what in the world to do with all these riches she stole from those who had too much? She didn't really need it, but within the slums of Derse, struck by an epidemic of crime and villainy, a place where once you fell in perhaps you'd never escape was people who did. Becoming a robin hood like philanthropist, she donated her stealings to orphanages and poor families and and anyone in need.
Unfortunately, as a young rogue, something stole her attention: a strong ale, much like she had stolen from her mother's cabinets when she was younger, became far more inciting in the moments when her lifestyle filled with loneliness. You can't make many friends when you're running from the guards and when your previous family and friends are all in the palace, it makes companionship difficult. Her nights began to consist of drinking too much, blacking out and waking up somewhere with little to no memory, occasionally in jail. After several incidents where Dirk had to bail her out of prison, she promised (for real this time!) to stop drinking so much.
Now she travels between both kingdoms stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, wanted by both kingdoms, and only drinking too heavily once in a while. But Roxy is more than happy to deal with these issues, since a dangerous, risk taking life has always been more fun than one as a taken-care-of upper class woman.

__________⊹━ age;; eighteen
__________⊹━ class;; prince
__________⊹━ guild;; heart
__________⊹━ kingdom;; derse
__________⊹━ attire;; x / x
__________⊹━ history;; Before Derse had captured all the kingdoms in their area and recruited them to their courts, one family was nearly impossible to beat down into submission. It would take Derse fifty years after the peace treaty to subjugate the notorious Strider family and their southern kingdom. The royal family was composed of skilled tacticians, and their fighting was revered, making them nearly impossible to take down. It wasn’t until the Condesce was named Queen that she was able to devise a scheme that would bring them to their knees. Since it was a port city, she set up a blockade of ships to cut off their trades by water completely and then positioned soldiers to line the city and keep anyone, especially merchants, from exiting or entering. With no money pouring in, supplies beginning to dwindle, and people dying from starvation, the kingdom was forced to adhere to Derse’s demands and became one of Derse’s royal families instead of remaining their own nation. Since then, the family still hasn’t been entirely compliant with the Queen’s demands.

With both parents having met a gruesome fate (his young mother dying in childbirth and his father having gone mad with grief), Dirk, being the older twin, was the fated prince that would one day take the Strider throne unless his older brother, and current head of the Strider family, had an heir of his own. Dirk was a natural when it came to war strategies, although he was quite taciturn when with others unless they were directly related to him. His teachers often commented about how he often gave them the cold shoulder, but Dave, his younger twin, was the only one he actually could be himself around. The two, being twins, were inseparable, but that caused quite a few issues. Dirk, who was destined to be a court member, had to study and learn the ways of royalty that his twin was exempt from. However, Dirk would often bring Dave along, who, in turn, would keep him from paying attention. Sometimes he would completely skip out of lectures that day to play with him instead. Their older brother, when pressed by the officials of Derse to make changes and keep the two away from each other, refused.
But Bro was already in trouble with the officials of Derse, mainly due to his attitude towards the Condesce. He refused to acknowledge her position as queen, often stating (sometimes publicly) that she abused her power and mistreated her people. While this was true, this hatred stemmed more from the fact that she was the one that nearly wiped his kingdom off the map had his family not bent to her whim. Regardless, he was a difficult man to work with and refused to separate the two, especially when the officials offered to send Dave away to train to be a knight north of the capital city. He was playing a risky game, and he would suffer for it in the end when a mercenary under the Queen named Jack paid a visit to their palace just a few months before the death of the King of Prospit.
With Bro out of the way and Dirk being fourteen and, thus, nowhere near coronation ready, the officials of Derse took matters into their own hands. They removed Dave from the picture by forcing him off to train to be a knight. Dirk recalled waking up one morning and finding the palace completely void of his twin, and when he came to the officials with his upset questions, they said he wanted to become a knight and sent him off to the north. To quell the young prince, they made many promises they didn’t intend to keep, like having Dave visit during the winter, or allowing the prince of visit on holidays. And with that, Dirk became more and more invested in his education, swearing to uphold the Strider mantle to the best of his ability.
A few days after his coronation (to which his dominion celebrated most joyously), Dirk was shocked to find a suited knight with his face standing outside the palace gates. Relieved, Dirk himself ushered Dave, a newly graduated knight, into the castle, but he was different somehow. He hadn’t hugged him back, or spoke much, and he just seemed…Distant. It’d been four years, yes, but Dirk felt like his own twin was a stranger to him. Regardless of the rift that had grown, Dirk stationed him as a guard to the palace. He denied the request to send him out into the field in fear of losing him for good this time.

Just like his older brother, Dirk wasn’t always reasonable. He was the only court member who opposed the war, pointing out that it was a foolish endeavor and would result in too many losses. He was overruled since the other royals and the queen herself were for it. This development had made contact with Prospit very strained, and now he’d have to keep his relationship with Prospitians, many of which he considered his companions, a secret.

__________⊹━ age;; 18
__________⊹━ blood;; Candy red (mutant)
__________⊹━ class;; Knight
__________⊹━ guild;; Blood
__________⊹━ kingdom;; Prospit
__________⊹━ attire;; [x] [x]
__________⊹━ history;; Karkat's life was filled with don't and can'ts. Don't go out late at night, don't tell people your blood color, you can't go to a school like the other wrigglers, you can't shop here, we don't serve lowbloods, quite frankly it was easily something to get angry over. Even living in the safer of the two kingdoms, everyday his very existence was threatened by the possibility of falling down in public and getting a scrape, the blood that was keeping him alive could just as easily have him brutally murdered if anyone found out. So, naturally, he grew angry and resentful of the situation he was placed in, in a lower class family he could not escape and in a blood color he also couldn't escape. So he did his best to make do, teaching himself to fight and fend for himself.
Then, as soon as he was assigned to the Blood guild (how ironic) he volunteered to be a knight. Maybe if people saw his blood on the battle field it would still be safer than in day to day life, maybe if he proved himself a war hero he wouldn't be treated as equal, but as soon as they found out about his predicament, they suddenly deemed him unable to be a real knight and forced him to be a knight at the palace instead. While being surrounded by humans made him considerably safer, this was not where he wanted to do. He wanted to fight, to earn his keep, not to protect these pathetic royals who never did anything for him from imaginary threats that hadn't really existed since that one king got murdered when he was younger. He did not sign up for this when he volunteered to be a knight. What a bunch of bull. Begrudgingly, he still defends the palace and keeps his blood color as secret as possible, trying to prevent anyone from finding out, but he doubts anything will make him even come close to enjoying his job, and around the right people he voices his discontent. He wanted to be a leader and a hero, and now he's just for show. So unfair.