LINNAEUS LUPIN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | 33 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Polysexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | falconer & prison guard |
POSTS |  10 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 12, 2015 14:50:39 GMT -5 ♔
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 LOVE, IN THE END
// IS JUST A LIE TO ONE PERSON
// NOW LOOK AT ME FORGETTING YOU
// WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN
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Maybe drinking last night wasn't the mans brightest idea. It made for a killer hang over and an even more killer work day. He sat at his desk, rubbing his temples slowly to try and relieve the remnants of a hangover. Never again would he allow his brother to convince him that it was perfectly normal to consume at least three bottles of mead before bed. This was a horrible idea and left the eldest twin to getting very little sleep and talking none stop at the table with his twin. Sure, it was a lot of fun but getting up the next morning was anything but that! Letting out a heavy sigh, the King looked down at his work for his Clan. He was lucky enough that the Prison did not need him and all he had to do was focus on his Clan's needs. Carefully, the King squinted his eye to stare at the papers but all the words just merged together. It seemed like he was under some sort of magic spell on how the words just scrambled together. Nothing made sense nor did John, his brothers pet turkey, who was actually sleeping on a spare chair in his office. He glanced at the avian and pointed at it, "This is your owners fault and I am going to pull his hair out later." His words were left on deaf ears as John made no motion acknowledgment or understanding the words coming out of Linny's mouth. It then occurred to the King that he was talking to a featherbrained bird. "What is wrong with me?" He muttered to himself and then decided it might be best if he just closed his eyes for a moment. Not long, just a few minutes to give his brain a proper jump start and maybe getting rid of that hung over feeling in his body. Normally, Linny wasn't the type to sleep on the job but seeing as no one was around to question his morales on this he put his head down on his arms. Closing his eye for just a moment he planned to be asleep for a mere ten minutes. Of course, those ten minutes turned more in thirty minutes. He slept soundly and while he slept John stirred to life. The nasty turkey looked at the pinkette and twitched his head to look around. No one was here, perfect. The fat bird hopped down from the chair and climbed up on the King's desk and promptly began picking at his long pink braid that rested in front of his ears. Once he got a firm hold of the braid, the bird pulled on it but the King did not stir. It appeared that Linny was a heavy sleeper when he was hung over when he usually was a rather light one on any given day.
"DON'T EVER FORGET ME, DON'T EVER ERASE ME"
notes -- // words -- // lyrics VIXX - "ERROR" // credit BOINK of GS |
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ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 14, 2015 22:32:16 GMT -5 ♔
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 Once more and again, Alexander found himself in the familiar territory of the Blue Clan. Though many flocked towards the golden city that was the realm's capital, it had always been the City of Ble that had been his favored city for residing in. This was actually quite ironic, considering the fact that people could technically not live permanently in the city. Regardless, it was quite enough for the Silver Knight to once more breathe in the pleasant airs of the Blue City. He walked from the all too familiar docks towards the first place most (if not all) visitors to the country went, though he noticed as he did so that today was an unusually slow day for traffic in the area. In fact, it seemed as though there were all that many souls at all coming into the country or leaving it on this particular day. Ah well, all that this meant was that there would not be a line to reach the registration office and accomplish the business of telling the Blue Clan of his arrival in their country. Technically speaking, it would be telling them of his return, though at this point Alexander could not recall whether or not he had informed them of the last time he had left. Being immortal meant that he had come and gone from this port to lands outside of Raduga for years, and if he had come through this place for each time that he had come or gone...well, eventually someone would have noticed that the name Alexander Mandulis was popping up a ridiculous amount of times over the years. Of course, an alias could have been used, but Alexander was far too lazy to keep track of which alias he used for which purpose in which year for several years at a time. No, he would simply assume that he had left his name with these good people last time and "return" like the good citizen that he was or at least pretended to be; and being a good citizen meant going to the registration office! Arriving at said registration office, Alexander crossed through its massive halls which were designed to accommodate many instead of the few that were within. He knew which particular part of the great building he was looking for, and no one seemed to pay him very much heed as he looked for the place. He seemed to know where he was going, and didn't particularly seem to be a foreigner. Upon arriving in the correct area, Alexander was greeted with the sight of a man reclining in a chair...having his hair chewed on by a large turkey. The sight brought out an involuntary soft laugh from the silver haired man, who picked up the nearest free object (a little rock from a small desk nearby) and flung it towards the turkey's backside with deadly accuracy. The resultant squacking would probably be loud enough to wake the dead, though simply waking the man would be enough for Alexander. ▲ to find a napping blue king?
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A benevolent and laid-back bluer who takes pride in everything he does, even if what he does is being ruckus and plain troublemaker. Raziel Delair vows to serve only one king- the current blue king and acts as the sword and pillar that holds the blue clan together. While he strikes to live life to the fullest, time is slowly running out for him. What secrets could he be hiding behind that whimsical attitude?
THEME SONG: Some by Soyu (SISTAR) and Junggigo
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-FIVE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | ASEXUAL |
STATUS | Secretly Loves |
JOB(S) | KING'S UNDERDOG |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 0:28:06 GMT -5 ♔
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 Even though I've escaped the wilderness of oblivion I still can't remember Every time I trace my memory I lose sight of it in the same place I fall into repetitions of the same thing Over and over again Now that I've been reborn, I wander even more let us end this By our own action LINNAEUS LUPIN, ALEXANDER MANDULIS Remind him again why he agreed to do this? Oh that's right- it was for his king. He huffed a heavy sigh from his mouth and ran his fingers through his dyed red hair. He swore to whatever deities of this world, if it was not for his king, he would have burnt these piles of paperwork to ashes. He has been sitting on the same chair, in the same position, for hours now. Not to mention he skipped his three hours nap just to cover up the works his king failed to complete. Eight years of serving the pink-haired king he knew a lot about him and his quirks. And that annoying brother of his? Let's pretend he did not exist.
It would give Raziel even more headache than he can bear thinking about him and his annoying turkey pet.
The senior member of the blue clan slammed the files instantly and got up. He stretched his arms and swung them as though trying to get his system geared back to normal. He leaned forward with an arm on the desk. His eyes looked down at the remaining records and documents left untouched. "I need him to check this out," he mumbled to himself, indicating it was for the king. He rubbed the back of his neck. Should he leave the papers on his desk? Or should he fake the signatures like how he normally does? Oh man, he wished Linnaeus could be just a little bit serious about the work and stop slacking off with his twin brother.
Raziel grumbled with menacing eyes. His fist raised up as he hissed, "That man needs to stop distracting king. And that turkey should be locked somewhere, not in the office where all papers are well kept and organized on the desk!" It took him hours to get everything done and he was not the type who enjoyed working with others. He preferred to do things without people noticed it was his doing. He brought his hand down, slammed the desk, picked the remaining paperwork and headed out from the filing room.
He knew ways around the building and he picked one that many would not pass through. He avoided people as much as he could. He's the king's lapdog, and he was an outcast from Piros. Whatever they think about him, he could shut them up because he has served the king years and he could swing a sword better than any of them. His eyes caught a figure entering the office he was heading. The ruby eyed squinted. Hold on a minute, he can't go in! Not without an officer!
He wanted to rush in, but the papers shook reminding him he must not haste. Raziel half squatted down and tried his best to speed up his pace. Two hands full and the door was closed right at his face. He grumbled. He man took few steps back, body faced to a side and with a powerful swing of his leg, he kicked the door opened. The papers shook and some at the top flew off the stack.
"Oi, what are you---" He was about to flip in temper when his eyes caught the sight of the annoying turkey. He instantly dropped the papers to the floor. "YOU!" he shouted.
Okay, so he ignored the stranger who was in the room. His eyes set on the turkey he deemed as demon from hell and he has a hand under his arm, reaching for his weapon, iron string. He growled, "How dare you mess with his king's glorious hair?! Every strand of his hair is unworthy of your dirty beak to touch! GET AWAY! SHOO!"
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LINNAEUS LUPIN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | 33 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Polysexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | falconer & prison guard |
POSTS | 10 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 15, 2015 20:34:07 GMT -5 ♔
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LOVE, IN THE END
// IS JUST A LIE TO ONE PERSON
// NOW LOOK AT ME FORGETTING YOU
// WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN
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Everything was perfectly peaceful and his slumber uninterrupted. Now, this was the best nap he could ever have. Just maybe he would be lucky enough to sleep off the hangover and be able to preform his duties like a respectable king. He would be able to get up, scare the crap out of his clan and return to more paper work. Well, that kinda was his plan until the sudden squawking of a bird stirred him awake. John was making all kinds of wreck and the only reaction to that was for the pink haired King to make it stop. His hand shot out like a speeding bullet and within a single instant he had the turkey by the neck. Now, he wouldn't hurt his brother' clearly unhappy pet but he would make it shut the hell up. Cracking his eye open, he caught sight of the rock resting on his desk that he knew wasn't there before. The shrill voice of his guard dog cause him to shudder though it would not be noticed. Pulling his arm back and with surprising accuracy, the turkey known as John was flung out of his office window without a care in the world. With the bird now gone it left the King to set up and rest his forehead in the palm of his right hand. He mummbled a few words to himself before finally facing the guest within the room. "Must you be so loud, Razy?" He asked with clear exasperation in his voice. For a second time, he muttered under his breath while lifting his left hand to point at Alexander. "And you, you have good aim." That finger then shifted back to Razy with a slight pause. It was if he was trying to gather his thoughts while trying very hard not to look up and get blinded by the light of his office. His head was starting to split open again which only caused him to sigh in irritation. Cracking his eye open again he looked directly at the floor and all he could see was scattered papers. "Does it ever end? Whatever happened to people just killing one another instead? Would make far less paper work....easier to clean up." This was all being said to himself and no one in particular. He did sometimes miss the days where people settled their own scores outside the city to where he didn't have to clean anything up. Didn't have to drag in bodies nor have miles of paper work to complete.
"DON'T EVER FORGET ME, DON'T EVER ERASE ME"
notes -- // words -- // lyrics VIXX - "ERROR" // credit BOINK of GS |
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ALEXANDER MANDULIS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | |
POSTS | 11 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 19, 2015 15:32:39 GMT -5 ♔
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When he had first arrived, Alexander had wondered if the day would hold any entertaining surprises for him or if he would simply go through the glorious blue city without anything interesting occurring. Never had he been so amused after first returning to his country from another, nor did he think he would ever be quite so amused with a situation in the registration building again. Several things happened almost simultaneously: the door flew open with great force to reveal a man almost covered by a small mountain of what must have been paperwork, shouting presumably at Alexander himself just before noticing the turkey...which woke up the man in the chair as Alexander predicted by squawking loudly in his general direction...who then promptly caught the turkey by the neck and flung it out the nearest window with such great speed that a bystander might have wondered if he had even seen it. All of this had occurred within the same several seconds worth of time, and at the end of it all Alexander had to hold back laughter from roaring from his chest through his entire body. Instead he simply shook where he was from the force of the withheld laughter, releasing it in gasping bursts of mirth instead of the torrential force that it truly desired and deserved. His laughter faded eventually however, as all laughter must, with said event occurring concurrently with the man in the chair informing him that he had nice aim. "Years of practice, my friend, years of practice."
Perhaps centuries of practice was closer to the mark, but there was no particular need to bring up Alexander's long-time usage of his favored secondary weapon through the years. Bending down, Alexander started to pick up several papers and place them upon the man's desk, still smiling from his earlier contained laughter. "Oh, you know: the world decided to become all boring and civilized, or at least we grew to pretend we were civilized. If it makes you feel any better though, there is a quaint land on the other side of the sea wherein people settle affairs with duels and there is no paperwork to handle." Looking down at one of the papers, Alexander saw that it was a warrant for the arrest of a man accused of murder and simply turned it over. "Unfortunately that is not this land. Alexander." He said, sticking out a hand for the shaking, figuring that he might as well introduce himself while he was standing in the office of the Blue King, if he had understood 'Razy' correctly. ▲ to find a napping blue king?
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A benevolent and laid-back bluer who takes pride in everything he does, even if what he does is being ruckus and plain troublemaker. Raziel Delair vows to serve only one king- the current blue king and acts as the sword and pillar that holds the blue clan together. While he strikes to live life to the fullest, time is slowly running out for him. What secrets could he be hiding behind that whimsical attitude?
THEME SONG: Some by Soyu (SISTAR) and Junggigo
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | TWENTY-FIVE |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | ASEXUAL |
STATUS | Secretly Loves |
JOB(S) | KING'S UNDERDOG |
POSTS | 17 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 19, 2015 20:50:26 GMT -5 ♔
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Even though I've escaped the wilderness of oblivion I still can't remember Every time I trace my memory I lose sight of it in the same place I fall into repetitions of the same thing Over and over again Now that I've been reborn, I wander even more let us end this By our own action LINNAEUS LUPIN, ALEXANDER MANDULIS Raziel clapped his hands gleefully at the sight of is king demonstrated his glorious power to get rid off the nasty devil reincarnation from the office. A clansman should have some respects and little bit sense of reserved when facing a king. Raziel just doesn't have that kind of mindset. His history with this pink-haired king led the red-haired young man to have a different perception and view about the king, treating him more or less like family figure he could and will always admire.
He wanted Linnaeus to trust him and to let him bear part of the responsibilities to handle matters about the clan and about him too.
He took few steps into the office and away from the door. "It wouldn't have been me if I'm not loud, Cap'n!" He said with a mischievous grin on his face. "And it's morning. One should be energetic and with charisma to make the world a better place!" He said, opening his arms as wide as he could and took a deep breathe in. He huffed loudly and turned to face the stranger as he continued to laugh. The bluer grinned with his hand on his hip, watching him who was somewhat entertained by what had happened.
To be honest, this occurrence happened behind the scene. No outsiders could see such interaction occurred because believe it or not, Raziel acted quite differently when he took his role as the king's wingman in public eyes. He would not do things that could bring shame and underestimation to his clan.
He walked by to the door and started collecting the papers that flew all over the floor, inside and outside the office. People often wondered why he has no sword like other members of the blue. The answer was he rarely appeared in front of people as an officer. His duty was more enclosed and involved confidential matters that do not required him to carry sword. Instead, he trusted entirely on his iron string to swing from one place to another and to strangle people and on his throwing knives.
Raziel thanked the white-haired man and took the paper. His eyes looked on the extended hand and casually, he reached it with his. He firmly gripped the hand and shook it. "Raziel," he replied with one word; his name and withdrew his hand away from him.
He tilted his head to his king and asked, "Cap'n, is he your acquaintance?" It might be a bit rude of him to address the matter like this but pardon the auburn-haired bluer. He was not a polite man to begin with, anyway.
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LINNAEUS LUPIN'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | BLUE CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | 33 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Polysexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | falconer & prison guard |
POSTS | 10 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 26, 2015 20:37:44 GMT -5 ♔
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LOVE, IN THE END
// IS JUST A LIE TO ONE PERSON
// NOW LOOK AT ME FORGETTING YOU
// WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN
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Why was it that when you had one hell of a nasty hang over that every single noise seemed to ampulify? Every shuffle of a piece of paper caused him to cringe. John's squaking noise out his window wanted him to roast the damn bird. Even the damn sounds of a tapping shoe got to him. Rubbing his temples with both his hands, the poor King closed his eye once again. "And it's morning. One should be energetic and with charisma to make the world a better place!" That statement alone made the King wish to gag his clansmen no matter how much he might like the strain. Linny was not an energetic or charismatic person in the morning, let alone hung over. In fact, he was one grumpy bastard when it came down right too it! And whose fault would that be? His damn twin brother's fault! Oh, he was going to strangle his twin or better yet, let Raz do that for him---with love of course. "Razy." He said very simple with a quick hand up in the air to maybe get the boy to ease up. "Now is not the time." Turning his attention to Alexander, he stared at him for a long moment. "Now that, that does make me have some hope. Though, Alexander, was it? I must say you either look a tad familiar or it might be to the fact that I am hungover."Yes, it might be because he was hungover, let's go with that for the moment. "Im gonna take a guess and say you just entered my humble home, hm?"
"DON'T EVER FORGET ME, DON'T EVER ERASE ME"
notes sorry for crap post D: // words -- // lyrics VIXX - "ERROR" // credit BOINK of GS |
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