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Cannon Petitions

We are allowing cannon characters at this time. See the Cannon List and related cannon Info HERE

We require different levels of bio for different cannons, the information for these requirements can be found on the cannon list page. To apply for a cannon simply fill in your bio and add the following code and your answers to the bottom.

NEW: All cannon petitions will need two Administrator approvals, or one administrator and 2 mods, except in the case of level 5 requirement or above bio's which must have approval from All active members of Staff at the time of application.

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Jewel Petitions

The jewel strength order from lightest to darkest can be found Here
Please post the following Code beneath your character application to request a particular Birthright Jewel or Offering.

Each Petition will be formally reviewed no more than 3 times, though feel free to ask any Admin for help, idea's and advice in between reviews. All descents will be random unless, pre ordained (cannons) or as part of the COTM award prizes.


White to Summer Sky You will require a level 2 Application or higher for a petition at this level.Petitions will usually be given an automatic approval by any member of the staff.
Purple Dusk to Opal You will require a level 3 Application or higher for a petition at this level. Petitions need approval from any member of the staff.
Green to SapphireYou will require a level 4 petition or above for a petition at this level. Petitions need to be approved by any member of staff though critique will be stricter.
Red You will require a level 4 Application for a petition at this level. Petition must be approved by 2 administrators or one administrator and 2 mods.

Offering Petitions

If you wish to receive a random rolled offering you no longer need to petition! all you need to do is add a note in your bio that you would like your offering rolled. A member of staff will then post you offering jewel in that thread and update your character jewel group. Then you may play using that jewel.

You may Apply for a specific Offering jewel. To petition for any of the following jewels post the form from below on the bottom of your bio and fill in the relevant area's.

Opal to Sapphire: Level 3-4 bio required petition must be reviewed by a member of staff
Red: Level 4 or higher bio required, 2 admin or 1 admin and 2 mods needed for approval.
Gray, Ebon Gray: Level 5 or higher bio required, 2 admin or 1 admin and 2 mods needed for approval.
Black: Level 6 equivalent bio required, approval needed by all active staff members at time of application. (inactive staffers being those on a Leave of Absense)

Each Player will be allowed only 1 petition every 3 characters, and can only petition for a character Green to Red jeweled every 4th character.
This rule is subject to change.

Multi Caste Petitions

To petition for a double caste male or a triple caste female please fill in the following form. Petitions must be approved by any of the Administratoes. You can find more information on the caste's HERE

All triple Caste Females and dual Caste Male characters will require a Level 4 or higher Application or a Level 5 if also petitioning for a dark jewel. Unless Pre-ordained (Cannon.. in which case refer to the cannon list for petition specifics) or as part of the COTM awards prizing.

As with the Jewel ranking Petitions, a petition for caste can't be made on every character, only 1 in every 3 characters.

Please note, a character with a petition for both a darker jewel and a triple/double caste will be under INTENSE scrutiny.

Rulership Bids

IF you are interested in being a Territory Ruler for a Territory not ruled by a cannon character you must Send the staff a pm about your interest including proposed territory plots. (entitled Official Rulership Bid) and If making a character specifically for a territory court plot PUT A NOTE IN YOUR BIO ASKING TO HAVE THE TERRITORY RESERVED.

It will be a case of first in best dressed. The staff may monitor your territory from time to time and if it goes inactive they reserve the right to Replace your ruler with an NPC or another interested party.

NOTE: limit of 2 territory rulerships per player.

Below you will find an annotated example of a Level 1 Character Application
There will be noted text using *'s to show the selected text, and the information about it in brackets (as such.)

Red text will indicate flaws and possible fixes, Blue text will indicate strong points and how it effects the Level

**(The Name, Age, Gender, Race, Caste and Home territory are done properly, this is REQUIRED at every Level of bio, including Level 1. The Home territory is where your character will be Living(if the character doesn't have a plot line that leads to them living anywhere, specify such. Example- Home Territory: Wandering Currently)
Name: Dravenar Kaenani
Age: 1029
Gender: Male
Race:Eyrien
Caste: Warlord Prince
Home Territory: Askavi Kaeleer

Appearance:
**(The appearance is grade one here due to the fact there is virtually no actual appearance description aside from "looks every part the Eyrien Warrior," This lack of actual explanation is an instant marker for a Level 1 bio. No exceptions, if a field isn't filled out with the information that should be there, it's nearly the same as blank.)
Draevanar looks every part the Eyrien Warrior, having spent the better portion of his life to date in the hunting camps he is well versed in all forms of Eyrien weaponry and strategies. And it shows in his physique, he keeps his hair short as is traditional of the Eyrien warriors, allowing for less chance of entanglement in battle.



Personality:
**The top part of the personality here is done well, a Level 1 bio will have it's flaws and shortcomings, but will need at least one or two well done parts for any character approval.
Dravenar has been told he is many things, a pain in the arse, a hard worker, a competent student, a fast learner, a master at the sticks, both bladed and blunt. **(Starting a sentence with "But" is never a good idea, try using a comma or using similar words like "Though".)But that doesn’t really describe him. He has the arrogance of most Eyrien males, and the pride that goes with it. He takes pride in his home, in his work. But when someone shoves him, he shoves back. He protects that he holds dear and stands up for what he believes in. But above all else, he loves his land. The Askavi Mountains are as much a part of his soul as his wings are a part of his body.

He never started out aiming for the positition of Ruler of Askavi Kaeleer, though he knew he would fight for her with his entire soul. He never really wanted to rule anything, but Askavi needed his strength, of character, of jewels, and of mind.**The final sentence is done poorly gramatically, "Askavi needed his strength, of character, of jewels, and of mind." While it is acceptable for a Level 1, for a higher Level, it would be better made something such as "Askavi needed the strength of his character, Jewels and mind.")
**(This block is more fitted for History then personality, therefore while it helps explain things, lowers the over all grade of the bio.)

History

His time in the hunting camps was the same as any other Eyriens would have been, it was a time of harshness, and growth, where bonds were formed and enemies made. What’s more important though is what happened after he left the camps, still a young man, not yet in his prime, but now experienced enough to take on the world on his own, and the challenges it would pose for him.

**The history directly below where he is invited to set on a council at such a young age would normally look odd in a Bio, however, it is explained why with the "they had said upon inviting him that they needed some young, fresh blood" Having your character doing something extremely odd (such as a young person not even in their prime sitting on a Queens Council, without reasoning following explaining why as it did, will look badly.)
He had been asked to sit upon the male council that liaised with the Queen of Askavi Kaeleer, they had said upon inviting him that they needed some young, fresh blood. Some new ideas and a fresh perspective. So Dravenar worked hard, and fought hard for the changed he though needed to be made, implementing programs to minimize harm and maximise efficiency. The council was happy with his work, though there was always one or two who were against him, claiming his idea’s and changes went against tradition, or wouldn’t benefit Askavi. Though what they really meant is that the changed he was making might undermine their power.
Then under some suspicious circumstances the strongest queen in the Territory passed, The healers who tended her in her last moments claimed she seamed to have passed from a steady weakening of her heart. Though having met the woman on several occasions and liking her very much, Dravenar suspected otherwise. The council stepped up to fill the void as the search for a new Queen commenced. Dravenar at the head of the bickering council, propelled to the position of “Ruler” of Dhemlan, though many would see another in his place. Askavi is in turmoil, as Dravenar searches for the former Queens Assassin and dealing with backstabbing council members and ladder climbing.
**(The history is a good size, providing another solid part in the bio)



RP sample

A sigh escaped his lips as Dravenar looked out across the mountains he loved, the mountains he had called home his entire life. Who would have thought he would ever want to leave his haven here in the sky. Certainly not he.

But circumstances had changed, he was an Eyrien, a proud member of the warrior race of the mountains, used to harsh conditions and wind beneath his wings, not stuffy bureaucrats **(Traditionally, thoughts such as the following would be done using italics, the button for italics is an I in the top area just above your text box and one above the http:// button. or alternatively you could type [i*] where you want the italics to start and [/i*] where you want them to end without the "*"s.)(who would have thought they Eyriens would have bureaucrats) and backstabbing spies. He didn’t know who he could trust, and he was being pushed from so many angles all he wanted to do was snarl and push back. But he couldn’t’, not without becoming a bigger target for whomever it was who Killed their Queen.

He had to keep his cool, had to root out the conspirators, and find a way to put Askavi back to the way it should be, back to the place of harsh beauty that was so much a part of his soul.

There was so many responsibilities, a heavy weight on the shoulders of one man, without so much as a cat he could trust. What he needed most perhaps, was a friend.
**RP samples should generally show your character doing something or interacting with someone. Standing alone with very little movement and just mostly thoughts and self reflection doesn't show us your talents at RPing very well. Idea's for a good rp sample could be a significant event in the characters life, or their offering if your character has received it.

Level 2



Name: Dusk Emargon
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Dea Al Mon
Caste: Black Widow Queen
Home Territory: Dea Al Mon

Appearance:
**(The appearance is better than the Level 1 bio, but it still has it's flaws. There are uncapitalized words along the paragraph, the eye color is explained roughly but not said ultimately what color her eyes are. One paragraph for apperance is the rough minimal, for a Level 3 or higher, more then one paragraph is required.)
Dusks name suits her well, her eyes glitter the dark hue of the night skies, framed by long lashes luring the observer in. with hair as silver as the moonlit night, that falls freely down her long slender back. She moves with the grace and confidence of a feline, knowing full well that she is a flower with thorns as sharp as the Rose. She dresses as many of the Dea Al Mon do, in the tones of the woodland, favouring deep greens and browns, though often Dusk wears the silvers and midnight blues of the night as well as the bright gold’s of the afternoon, though these hue’s are more often kept for special occasions.

Personality:
**(The beginning of this personality, many would find confusing. Confusing someone with your bio doesn't give them much insight into your character.)
Born on the eve of twilight Dusk’s moods can be as changeable as the winds, though she is generally of a good but quiet nature, she is vicious when riled, and as dangerous and unpredictable as a mountain lion when cornered. Dusk will fight teeth and claws, until the sky turns red, echoing the blood shed on the earth to protect her home, the people and the land which she loves. Though in a counterpoint to this side of her Dusk has found herself unlucky in love, and so distrusts the male gender, she has become somewhat bitter about relationships, finding it difficult to be around people who have the happiness she craves but cannot seam to find. She fears that she will remain alone, but yet is also too afraid to seek out that she craves.
**(The end of the paragraph above shows well how she interacts with the opposite gender, without going Too into it as to focus on the topic. The below topic gives insight to how she acts when she is riled, explaining how she calms down, showing little things like how your character behaves at certain times gives very good insight to how they are.)
The land soothes her, and keeps her temper in check. When she is upset or riled, often she will retreat to the gardens, woods, anywhere where she can feel the earths song surround her. It is in these places that she finds solace and time to reflect and thing on the events that shape her life.
**(Over all, the personality could use a bit more details about the character, focusing on a few personality traits of your character, no matter how detailed they are and how well explained, doesn't tell about the rest of your character.)


History
Born in the wooded lands of Dea Al Mon, Dusk has come to love the forest as if it were her own sister, she has walked its winding paths her entire life, and has found solace in its living silence on more than one occasion. As she grew she played in the forests, learning the secrets of the land and the secrets of her people, who are both caretakers and part of the land that she roamed, while her parents taught her the ways of the Blood, and what it was to be Blood, the forest taught her of the land, and of life.

Even as she grew Dusk would wander the forests alone, much to her father's disgust, he felt that there could be unseen danger's lurking behind every trunk, but Dusk simply told him,
"I could never be in danger there, Papa, that is my forest."
So exasperated her father had let her Roam as she pleased. It was in the forest, on the eve of night that she met a man who was to change her life, and her perception of things, though sadly not for the better. He was charming, making her laugh, and smile with the slightest word. Her heart flew like the Eyriens over the Askavi mountains. She was in love, but it was not to be.

She woke one morning, to rendezvous with him, to find he was not there,she waited for him for hours, and finally went home as the sun rose higher in the sky. She returned every day afterworld, hoping to see him, hoping he would return for her, but he never did. So eventually, after a year of faithful waiting she said to herself,
"Fuck this." and she left, never to wait for him again, though now anger at her treatment burned in her heart and one question resounded in her mind day after day.

Why?

Why had he left her?
**(The above section "why" "why had he left her?" aren't well suited for a history, they are better used in Present then in a past section(history), their used well in the RP sample below, but using it twice as it does, once in History and once in RP sample, is a bad idea, among the fact it isn't something that should be in the history. Moving the first "why?" to the paragraph above it and removing the 2nd set would work well to make the history much closer to a Level 3.)
Without him, Dusk turned her eyes upon her duty. She was in training to become the next Queen of Dea Al Mon. There currant Queen was old, and would die some time in the currant years, so Dusk through herself into her work, using it to mask the pain she felt at being abandoned. Transferring her love of one man into the love of her people and the land she served. She was determined, to become a good Queen.



RP sample

She hated it. Hated the bitterness she felt whenever she saw another couple, hated the green eyed monster she had become. She stood on the balcony, staring out at the star spangled night sky,feeling the tranqility of the night wash over her, comforting her as the never ceasing question resounded in her mind.

Why?

Why had he left her?

Tears welled in her eyes but stubbornly she refused to let them fall, blinking them back just as she blinked back the rage and hurt that plagued her ever since he had gone. Her head turned, and she hoped desperately that the tears couldn't be seen on her face, as she faced her Lady and Queen. She bowed her head, in respect to the aging Queen and greeted her,

"Lady Laranya"
"Dusk, my child, what troubles you?"

Dusk cursed herself, if she could not conceal her feelings even from one person she had no choice but to explain. She felt a failure, if she wasn't good enough for him to want her, why would the people of Dea Al Mon want her?

"I... I'm afraid." she admitted, turning her gaze back onto the night sky overhead as tears threatened to spill forth once again. She heard the soft steps, as Laranya drew closer, saw her hands wrinkled with age as she placed them upon the railing next to Dusks own.

"Life can be daunting, especially when you have such a bright and unyielding future awaiting you. Responsibility can be daunting."

Dusk almost sighed with relief, Laranya had guessed her troubles wrongly. She didn't quite understand why, but she didn't want Laranya, or anyone else to know about her true problem, though it chewed on her spirit day in day out. She turned then to Laranya and asked quietly, her eyes turned to the floor, as if she had suddenly become most interested in the pattern adorning her soft leather boot.

"Do you think i will be a good Queen? Do you think i'm good enough?"

It was Laranya who sighed then, turning to gaze out over the land of Dea Al Mon, a place where nature entwined with the things the Dea Al Mon themselves created.

"I think you have the potential to be a good Queen, but ultimately the choice will be up to you."

though the truth of her response frightened Dusk, there was nothing she could do to hide from it. So she swallowed her fear and decided she would be the best Queen she could be, she would show him what he had thrown away.

**(The RP sample here is done excellent, it shows the character interacting with someone else, emotional showing her reactions, dialogue. There are very few flaws such as a few uncapitalized bits, but with the uncapitalized parts fixed, this RP sample would be Level 4 grade, with a few other touch ups, could definately be Level 5 grade.)

Level 3

Character Details

Name:Archer Lions
Age:1400
Gender:Male
Race:Dhemlan
Caste:Warlord Prince
Home Territory Dhemlan

Appearance:

A mirror hardly does this man justice some might say, his body as perfect as if it had been sculpted out of the finest of limestone. His hair frames his face, it’s dark hue a testament to his Dhemlan descent. His golden eyes reflect the world around him while showing little of his heart. He is a descent height, often finding he has to look down on people, but just as frequently having to look up to them.**(While the overall size of the appearance section of this bio is of a good length for a level 3 bio, it doesn't go into very much detail about the character. Using vague descriptions like "his body is perfect as if it had been sculpted out of the finest limestone" lends this bio more toward a level 2 than a level 3. At this level we expects some more accurate descriptions, including features such as hair color/style, eye color, general build {tall, short, overweight, skinny,} Though some vague descriptions will be let past in a level 3 bio we expect by this level for the descriptions to be becoming more accurate, and well.. Descriptive of the character)

His usual attire is casual, dark colored pants and a button down shirt, more often than not only half buttoned. **(It is a good idea when writing a description to include a line or more about the characters 'usual attire' this helps define the character, and often shows part of his personality as well. This is something we will expect to see in a level 3 or above appearance)He is good looking and he knows it. This shows through a little in his personality. He moves with a cats grace, both speed and agility coming naturally to him despite his bulk.


Personality:

The arrogance most likely known for the Eyrien race has somehow found it into hi persona, though it does not control it. It often influences his decisions, his words, and his actions. He can be charming; in fact he is charming, though somehow subdued, like his outgoing self is really just a mask, a shield for the soft heart that beats beneath his sculpted chest. **(This personality section of the bio shows both good points and bad, so we'll start with the bad, get them out of the way. The personailty written here only focusses on certain aspects of the character, which while acceptable for a level 3 bio, will need to be expanded upon for anything higher. Also as you can see there are some typo's and spelling errors that would also need to be fixed up before this application could be approved.)

He rarely lets this side of himself come to the for front, but this is what motivates him. His passion, his love of beauty and his love of love. He yearns for a queen he can serve and love, a woman who he can do the same, though whether they are the same person is yet to be seen. He lives life day to day, though his heart continues the search. He often becomes dissatisfied with his lot in life, and decides to ‘start over.’ Throwing away everything, moving to an entirely new place, starting an entirely new career, but really this is just his heart searching for the place he can call home. A place filled with people he can love and protect. When he protects he is fierce, willing to die for what he loves, it is a part of what he is.
**( now for the good parts. What aspects that this section does cover are explained well, and make for the paragraph requirement quite well. The personality traits here are well suited to the character and show how he will react to certain situations. If expanded upon this personality section could quite easily make a level 4.)


History

Born healthy baby boy to long expectant parents, Jonathan and Bryony Lions, Archer had a happy childhood, save for one particular incident with a snake. Until the day his sister Carrie came along, he had only been 8 years old, when his mother had started growing around the middle, and puzzled he had asked her why. “Because your baby sister is growing in there” she had replied understandingly, smiling a kind of dopey smile, as his father put his arm around her. The next day he had been taken to the alter, his mother and father accompanying him for the traditional ceremony. Once he returned clutching proudly his new shiny jewel in one hand his mother gave a sudden cry and his parents raced off to the healers in a mad rush.

Only problem was, they’d forgotten to take him with them. Archer shrugged, and put his new treasure in his pocket and began the short walk home. He thought to himself how lucky it was that they didn’t live too far from the alter, not worrying overly much about his parents, and the fact that they had left him behind. The priestess had been very nice, even giving him a cookie, but after eating the cookie he had decided he wanted to go home, his father had given him an ornately carved box that morning, and Archer wanted to put his new jewel in it.

When he had reached home, he was surprised to find the house silent, but for the sound of quiet weeping. Curious, and confused he followed the quiet sound, until he found the source, his father, his hands clasped over his face shielding his sorrow from the world.
“Papa?” he asked quietly, but Johnathan only sobbed harder, his body shaking with the racking sobs. Archer still didn’t understand. Couldn’t understand. So distraught was his father that it was the healer who ended up giving him the bad news, his little sister, Sarah, had died.

It took his parents a long time to recover from Sarah’s loss, and a while after that before they conceived again. Feeling somehow responsible, hor the death of his younger sister, Archer vowed to himself and to the darkness that he would protect this little sister as best he could for the rest of his life, and to this day he has kept that promise. Guarding and guiding her through her life, holding her when their parents had passed, and warding off men who were going to break her heart. But she resented him for it a little, feeling he was overprotective, and stopping her from living her own life, making her own mistakes. So she had asked him to leave he side, telling him what he knew in his heart was true.

“It’s not me who you need to serve Archer, somewhere out there there is a queen worthy of your devotion.”

He had looked at his feet then, knowing she told the truth, knowing that for that moments their rolls had been changed, she was guiding him, putting his feet back on the right path.

“Now piss off, and go find her.” She said smiling, and shoving him gently towards the door. He had smiled once more at her sweet face.

“I’ll see you soon Carrie” and then he had left.

**(Overall this history is well done, it is of a good size and covers the most significant parts of this characters life. The only problem i see with this history is that it only covers one or two moments in the characters past, while this is ideal for a level 3, more would be expected for a level 4.)

Family

Archer’s parents died long ago, leaving him with no family save for a younger sister, though she is now a grown women, and a talented healer, he still keeps an eye on her.**( This annotation is a good idea if you have some important information to add about the characters family)

Mother- Bryony Lions deceased(Opal to Sapphire jeweledHealer)
Father – Johnathan Lions deceased(Green to Gray jeweled Prince)
Sister- Carissa "Carrie" Lions living in Dhemlan Kaeleer(Opal to Sapphire jeweled Healer)

RP sample

He didn't really know why he had put this off, perhaps he was scared, afraid of what he might become, or what he might not. He wanted to perform his offering and have a full descent, who didn't? but his reasons were a little closer to the heart than just plain jewel vanity. The darker his jewels, the better he would be able to protect her, keep her safe, just like he has sworn to do, so many long years ago. He turned to look at her, his nerves plainly strewn across his face. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"You'll be fine" Carrie said, she always knew what to say, and he loved her for it. He hugged her tightly to his chest.
"I'll see you when i come back squirt." She was shorter than he was with long wavy dark hair, that never looked like she had combed it no matter how many times she did.
"Hey, don't call me squirt, I'm not a little kid anymore" she complained, smiling playfully. Archer stepped back.
"My apologies Lady Carissa" he replied with an ostentatious bow
"You goof"

"Excuse me, but it is time" a third voice, deep, husky, somehow there was something of the night in that voice. The priestess had arrived. He gave his sister one last hug, borrowing her strength and love to set him on the right path. Then he turned and followed the Priestess to his future. As he walked those final steps he recalled how in this place so many years ago, clutching his Green jewel he had heard his mother cry out, and come home to find that his baby sister had died. The memories were painful, he'd always felt responsible for his little baby sister's death. His mother should have been home, resting, not here with him, waiting for him to receive his Birthright Jewel.
Many people had walked these floors, each coming with a silent hope in their hearts and an offering the the darkness from which they had all come. The blood were the caretakers of the realm, the land and it's people were their responsibility, and this was the place where the darkness gifted them with the power to care for the land, though some abused it.

If he ever found her, she would care for the land, and for the people it sustained. Having such a dark birthright, along with his warlord prince nature, some people were afraid of him, she couldn't be, wouldn't be. He would protect and serve, and this was just another step on the road to her. He knelt before the dark alter, and prayed to the darkness.

"Help me find her, the one i can both love and serve."

And then he waited.

**( The rp sample is ideal for a level three, it shows bot the writers ability and portrays an entertaining and interesting moment in the characters life. RP sample's need to show the writers ability.)

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Level 4

Name: Miralo Cultarn
Age: 319 (equivalent to 21)
Gender: Male
Race: Halfbreed, Hayllian / Dea Al Mon
Caste: Warlord Prince Healer

Home Territory Dea Al Mon

Appearance: Miralo's features are a steady mix of the chiseled, distinct facial structure of a Hayllian, and the graceful, almost elegant features of his Dea Al Mon lineage. Since he does deal with Aristo's occasionally, Miralo tries to keep himself kept what most would consider proper, while still being relaxed and not drawing too much attention.

However, his gray eyes do tend to grab some unwanted attention. His features are passable as simple good looks for a Hayllian, but his eyes give away that he's not pure blood Hayllian. As any Warlord Prince does, Miralo keeps his body toned, always prepared for a fight while never looking like he's eager for one.

**(This section is a little short for a level four, more akin to a level 3 appearance as it only vaguely describes the different aspects of the characters appearance. This bio would probably be asked to bulk up this section a bit for petitions approval, some suggestions would be to add a description of his usual attire, or distinctive features {scars, moles etc})


Personality: Miralo has always tried to keep a laid back outlook on life. Growing up alone from the age of 15, he learned the hard way the rigors of survival. Instead of becoming over serious or cruel-natured from this, Miralo decided to try his best to enjoy his life to it's fullest while never becoming so care-free as to let his cautious nature begin to dull.

Despite his relaxed nature, Miralo is not without his vicious or deadly facets. Underneath all his laid back demeanor and care-free attitude, he is still a Warlord Prince. Combining the ferocity of his Dea Al Mon lineage with the cunning of his Hayllian blood, Miralo is never without enough arrogance to keep him out of meaningless fights.

During any of Miralo's free time, he enjoys playing his flute which he learned at a young age to keep himself busy during the day. He's spent much time learning his Healing craft, thus he takes great pride in any healing he does, and eagerness in learning more about it. If Miralo isn't playing his flute or learning more about Healing craft, he is most likely to be relaxing about with a mild drink alone as he watches random people go by.

**( Overall this personality is quite good, although as with most some extra detail could always be added. It is a of a good length and covers several aspects of the character, including how he tends to act and some of his favourite things {eg. Flute} overall a good level 4 section)

History Ornald, Miralo's father, was a Hayllian who wandered too deeply into Dea Al Mon territory, finding the climate much different then what he was used to. While stumbling about, he got wounded badly and was near death when Neila found him. Bringing Ornald with her, she healed his wounds and took care of him until he was well, during which time they began falling in love.

Before long, Ornald was healed completely but still him and Neila found excuses for him to stay. Eventually, Neila's family began worrying about her guest, and started becoming suspicious about it. When the Dea Al Mon found out about Neila and Ornald, they were exiled out of the territory, just as Neila discovered she was pregnant.

Leaving Dea Al Mon, Neila and Ornald went to Hayll, where they were married and Neila gave birth to Miralo. The life was difficult since Dea Al Mon weren't easily accepted in Hayll, leading to Ornald constantly having to check on his wife since there were constant threats left. The years passed without any major events other then Neila being shunned.

When Miralo turned 15, his father took him out to shop for a birthday gift for him, while his mother secretly was preparing a surprise for Miralo at home. After all day out with his father, Miralo and Ornald returned home. The sight that he walked into was burned into his memory for the rest of his life, resulting in nightmares randomly throughout his life.

Neila was being raped by four men that Ornald recognized as serving the Queen of that district. Ornald instantly rose to the killing edge and slaughtered each man with his bare hands, none of them being any more then Warlords or Princes, standing no chance against a Warlord Prince in a killing rage.

Miralo watched in a numb and mesmerized state as his father savagely killed each man, hearing each man scream over and over. When Ornald came off the killing edge, having killed each of the four men, he tried taking Neila to a healer, but none were able to heal her. Neila's mind had been broken from the four men raping her over and over, her body torn and battered.

When the Queen found out, she refused to believe her men had done such a gruesome crime. Ornald was sentenced to death, payment for the four Queens men. Miralo was forced to watch, as Ornald was hung, his will to survive or push on broken by the loss of his wife, blaming himself for not protecting her.

The Queen paid no attention to what happened to Miralo, not caring what became of him. Miralo was forced to live on the streets for the next few years, playing the flute his father had gotten him for that very birthday, to earn food to survive.

A Healer witch who took a interest in young Miralo took him in, teaching him the basics of Healing. He learned quickly, eager to find anything to keep from thinking about what happened to his parents.

One day, Miralo was walking around Hayll, when an Aristo boy was being beaten by random thieves on the street. Miralo helped him, also healing his wounds that he'd gotten from the beating, which while none were serious in the least, the Aristo male was certain they must of been fatal. In saving the boy the family paid Miralo handsomely, insisting he had saved the boys life.

**( This history section sits safely in the level 4 box. It provides relavant detailed information about the characters past as well as his family history, including the important events that helped shape him into the person he has become. You may also notice that there are very few, to none spelling and/or grammar errors which is important especially at levels 4 and 5)

Family Deceased
Neila Cultarn - Summer Sky-Opal Healer Priestess
Ornald Cultarn - Opal-Sapphire Warlord Prince

**(This section is filled in correctly)

RP sample

Miralo leaned back and stretched his arms, stifling a groan as his back cracked. Standing up, Miralo stretched the rest of his body, half listening to the same repeated thanks and whatnot from the man standing infront of him. Some middle class Warlord who got in a tuft Miralo supposed. His arm had been broken when he came to Miralo, for some reason alot of people who needed healing came to him.

Nodding to the Warlord, he caught him by the arm as he turned to walk away, making sure not to grab near his just-healed forearm. "Forgetting something? I told you before that it'll cost you some silver marks for that." Miralo said quietly. He didn't charge all his customers, only the ones he knew could afford it. This middle class Warlord who probably stole whatever he wanted anyways, could afford a few silver marks.

The Warlord turned to face Miralo, attempting to appear menacing. He'd seen this reaction often enough, and all it succeeded in was annoying the shit out of him. "And why should I pay you? You just fixed the bone, my arm will still be sore for a few days. I should of just gone to a real healer" the Warlord said gruffly, about to turn away again.

Suppressing a sigh, Miralo tapped into his birthright _____ jewel, which was still well above the Warlords jewels, wrapping Craft around the mans newly healed arm and applying a little bit of pressure in just the right spots. It'd hurt like a bitch but it wouldn't undo any of the healing unless he put more pressure into it. Seeing the man clench his teeth as he turned back towards Miralo showed well enough how badly it was hurting him. Smiling mildly, Miralo said "You can pay me for healing you, or I can undo what I did." Adding a little bit of a chastising tone, he continued on, "I didn't make your arm pain free right now, because I always leave some pain in the wounds I heal so fools like you keep in mind wounds do hurt for a reason. So, shall I take my services back, or are you going to pay your price?"

Grunting, and still clenching his teeth, the Warlord pulled out a few silver marks and handed them to Miralo, trying his best to hide the pain from his arm but not doing very well about it. Once the man paid, Miralo released the pressure that he had on his arm using Craft and smiled politely. Once the man skulked off, the next man in line looked hesitant about coming up. Miralo raised an eyebrow at the man in curiousity.

"I don't have any marks to pay with..." the man trailed off, worried after just seeing the show with the Warlord before him.

Miralo chuckled to himself, then motioned the man forward. "That's fine, I'll tell you what. How about instead of paying, I'll give you some marks and you go grab me a meal at the stand over there, I hate standing in line. You can even get yourself something." he finished with a smile. He always tried to find some little errand to give those who couldn't pay, he'd lived on the street like they did. So he knew the shame of feeling like others were giving out of pity, this way they could feel like they earned their reward.

**( A good rp sample, showing an instance in the characters life that llowes him to interact with another character (in this case an NPC) it is both well written and entertaining, two features we look for in an RP sample.)

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Character Name: Miralo
Jewel Rank:Opal (would like offering rolled aswell please ^.^)
Plans for this character: Consort to Lani! Gotta make sure the girly doesnt get in TOO much trouble.**(for the petition to be approved a more in detail description of the pans for this character would be required. Though the rest of this form is filled in correctly.)
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Level 5

Name:Kaelani Nasrin
Age:19
Gender:Female
Race:Dea al Mon
Caste:Black Widow Queen
Home TerritoryDea al Mon
Appearance:
**(The appearance is done very well, both large sized paragraphs contain a good amount of details and metaphors describing Kaelani's appearance.)
Kaelani or Lani, as she prefers to be called has the typical features of the Dea al Mon people, her hair falls long and straight in a shining sheet of grayed silver. She usually wears it out, though when she does tie it back from her face some strands always seem to escape their bonds to fly free. Her slanted eyes are bright, vivid green. Emerald eyes as her mother used to say. Her face is graced by an elegant straight nose that turns up slightly at the end giving her features a somewhat pixie like appearance, though when she was still a child, her brother often teased her saying it made her look like a pig. While her ears, as typical amongst the Dea al Mon curve to a point.

Her form is small and lithe, strong from years spent climbing trees and training with the bow her father made for her before he died. She moves with the grace of a flower upon a slow moving stream her movements usually slow and graceful, though she can be lightening fast if she needs to be. Lani, traditionally is found wearing soft leathers while outside, close fitting but flattering. Though when indoors or at formal occasions she is usually found wearing soft flowing floor length dresses. Her feet clad in soft slippers compared to the hardy leather boots she wears when outdoors.

Personality:
**(The personality explains alot about Kaelani and how she thinks and behaves, which is the purpose of the personality. It explains her rough interactions with family, and how she thinks of herself.)
Her mother would say she’s flighty and fanciful but if you asked her brother he would say compassionate and creative. Lani has a habit of dreaming too much and being indecisive, habits her mother is working to break her of. A Queen can’t be indecisive, she often lectures her young daughter. In most things Lani is quick to learn though, for whatever reason this trait is coming more slowly. “ I like to know all sides of the story before I make a decision.” She often replies to her mother’s lecturing.

Lani is incurably messy by nature, she castes no second thought to throwing her clothes onto the floor nor to traipsing mud through the house. This was often a point of contention between not only Lani and her mother but with the house's staff as well. Lani often as a girl spent many afternoons playing least in site from both her mother and the head housekeeper. Though despite her general messiness, she does take some pride in her appearance so while she may often look as though she just got home from a long hard ride, she will immediately change and bathe when she returns home.

Lani is a deeply caring soul but she tries to stay out of other people’s business as much as she can, fearing their response should her “help” not be wanted. She has learned this from experience. She has a good sense of humor and a good sense of fun. The amount of times her mother has walked out into the yard to find her and her brother hanging upside down from a tree you couldn’t count using your fingers and toes. But all in all, despite her mother’s frustrations, Lani has a good heart.

History

Lani had a happy childhood, spent mostly playing in the woods by their home with or without her brother. She idolized him, and more often than not he would get tired of having his “pesky little sister” following him around. She used to find sick, injured or sometimes perfectly healthy animals in the woods and bring them home to nurse them back to health. It got to the point one spring where her mother forbade her to go into the wood for fear she’d bring back more critters.
**(One of the only flaws is with the paragraph below, a few of the details, such as "bringing home every animal she found" and teachings she found dull, would most likely be more fitting in the personality, or atleast said in the personality. The history should rarely explain some untold details about personality or appearance or such that wasn't mentioned in the given area. That doesn't mean they can't be mentioned in history. If your character has a strong habit, like in example bringing home animals and tending them, it should be mentioned in their personality category.)
As she grew Lani stopped bringing home every animal she found in the forest and only tended the ones that deeply needed it, she had some basic training in healing craft so she could heal minor cuts and abrasions. Though as she grew she found her talents lied more in the Black Widow’s craft, and of the passages of the mind. As she grew she began lessons in the Black Widows craft which she found very exciting and interesting and lessons in basic craft as well as core subjects like mathematics which she found terribly dull.

Though her mother always carefully reminded her that a witch needed to know how to start at the beginning or else by the time she reached the end the middle wouldn’t make sense. As usual, her mother was right.

As Lani grew her craft grew with her until she was quite proficient in basic craft and no longer needed to attend lessons. One evening she was out walking in the woods with her brother, the quiet twilight and gentle murmuring of the animals in the undergrowth their only company. Until the night’s stillness was broken by the yowl of a monstrously sized feline. Worried, her brother changed their path and headed back toward the house. Though lady luck was not with them that night they crossed paths with the beast that had broken the silence and gallantly Gabriel stepped forward to defend his sister. The beast died there that night though not without damaging Gabriel beyond repair. Tears streamed unbidden down Lani’s smooth face, until she gained enough composure to use craft to bring her brother home where the healers could tend him.

Lani feared the worst. Her fears weren’t far wrong. The healers had stopped the wound from bleeding but his kidneys had been irreparably damaged. They said they could prolong his life for some time but not indefinitely and that sadly, tragically, Gabriel Nasrin, would eventually die.
**(The history finishes off with a extremely significant event that also leads to Kaelani's Current location/plot line. Finishing off the history this way works very well for showing how their history helps shape their future.)



Family

-Mother: Kari Nasrin BWQ Sapphire to Red Territory Queen
-Brother: Gabriel Nasrin Prince Purple Dusk to Sapphire(deathly ill)
-Father: Mikhael Nasrin Warlord Prince Purple dusk to Green (deceased)

RP sample

Kaelani Nasrin rested in the wide arms of an ancient tree, her back leaning against the steady trunk of the massive spreading structure. She had climbed quite high, the tree was older than the years of time themselves and it’s boughs had grown long and strong. She had needed a moment alone, a moment to think before she set out on the long journey that awaited her. So much had happened in the past few months. So much had changed.

She remembered playing as a child, her brother a few years older than her, had found that he had gained her as his constant shadow. She remembered the bickering and the fighting, and remembered being sent to her room just so she would leave him alone.
She remembered him coming to her, as she sat crying upon her bed because she only wanted to play with her “most favorite person in the world.” She remembered he had brought her a plate that bore the last nut cake, the last nut cake that he had saved especially for her. She had smiled at him, her face strewn with tears. “Thank you Gabey.” She had said adoringly. “ I told you not to call me that.” He had replied irritably, tussling her already messed hair.

It wasn’t so long ago when she used to race through the forests bare foot and hair flying loose behind her, as her brother chased her through the branches and bracken. Both of them making the forest resound with laughter. But no longer, with every day now her brother grew weaker. The healer did what she could but there was no hope, Gabe was going to die and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

A soft breeze blew past Lani’s face, blowing the wayward strands of her silver hair out caught on the tides of the wind. Lani lifted her face to the sun, enjoying the contrast of the cool wind and the warm sun. Such simple pleasures as her brother would soon never feel again. A tear rolled down her cheek, adding damp to the mixture of sensations.

He had held her while she had cried, comforted her and tended her when she was in pain or frightened. Protected her when no one else had. He had served her, heart, soul... and now body. He had given his life, his future, for hers.

They had been walking in the forest she remembered, returning from a trip to the weekly market. Lani was babbling happily about the bauble she had bought. Gabriel nodding attentively, and offering his own opinions and comments. It had been a good day, and it would be a day she would never forget. Because it was that day that killed him. An unfamiliar sound had torn through the forest, cutting aside the usual forest noises like a knife cuts through butter. Gabriel’s face had contorted in concern and he urged Lani along “Come on Lani, we better get home.” The noise had unnerved him, though Lani shrugged it aside with her usual casualness. “It’s probably just a raccoon got it’s foot caught in the jaws of a bear.”
“No Lani, that was..” his voice dropped into silence. “ .. A wild cat.”

Lani had remembered hearing rumors that one had made their forest it’s home but she had never seen it and so had never believed the rumors to be true. Gabriel pushed Lani behind him.
“Don’t make a sound, and don’t move unless i tell you to.” He whispered, keeping still in front of her.

Now her tears ran free as memories bombarded her.

He had pulled an arrow from the quiver he wore at his back, his movements slow and fluid as he strung it to the bow he carried in his hand. He fired one shot, two, the third hitting the creature a glancing blow along it’s left flank. It screamed a blood curdling sound and leaped at its attacker. All Lani could do was watch. She kept asking herself, why didn’t he shield? Then he would have been safe and she wouldn’t have had to watch while he was mauled by a crazed wild cat. Gabe would not have sustained the wound that was now slowly and painfully killing him.

Everything would have been different.

She was never going to let this happen again. Her life was not worth such a high price.
A long road lay ahead of her now and it was her duty as a Queen and as a sister to undertake the journey.

Lani leaped from the branch to the one below and began her descent back into the world.
**(The BR sample shows a highly emotional situation, however it is recomended to not usually use flashbacks. While you will understand where is present and where is past for your character, others may have a little more difficulty. Over all, the RP sample was of good length, and showed the players over all RP style well while also giving a little insight to Kaelani's nature.)
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Birthright Petition
**(The petition form is done properly, the plans for the character are done well, explaining the goal and the rough way about it.)
Player NameKitty
Character Name:Kaelani Nasrin
Jewel Rank:Birthright Sapphire
Plans for this character: Kaelani is to rise to the position of Territory Queen of Dea al Mon upon the event that her mother is too old, or for whatever reasons unable to rule. Her brother is dieing and she is to undertake a journey at his request, and along the way she will meet up with a man who will become a member of her court.
Previous Petitionsnone as of yet.

Level 6 (annotations will be forthcoming)

Character Details

Name: Yuki Takahashi
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Tacean
Caste: Black Widow Priestess Queen
Birthright Jewels: Red
Offering Jewels: Black (Not yet applicable)
Home Territory: Tacea

Japanese Notes:

I have a facination with Japanese culture, and am an anthropology and archaeology major and Japan is where I plan on doing my research in the future. Since some of this will come up on my sheet, I figure I will give people a bit of a reference to what I'm talking about.

Tessen: Folding fans with outer spokes made of iron which were designed to look like normal, harmless folding fans or solid clubs shaped to look like a closed fan. Samurai could take these to places where swords or other overt weapons were not allowed, and some swordsmanship schools included training in the use of the tessen as a weapon. The tessen was also used for fending off arrows and darts, as a throwing weapon, and as an aid in swimming.

Kimono: In Japanese culture, the kimono is more then just a beautiful piece of feminine dress. A quick glance can tell you a great deal about the woman wearing it, and since some of these points will be brought up in my history, I’ll explain them now. First I’ll discuss the sleeves of the kimono: Long sleeves mean that the wearer is unmarried, while short sleeves mean that the woman is wed. Now, the vibrancy, complexity of the pattern: a complex, brightly coloured kimono means that the woman is young, while less vibrant colour would indicate that she is older. This is, of course, not to say that elderly women are stuck wearing black. Now the obi knot (sash around the waist): The material is actually about 20ft long and requires a second person to knot. There are simple knots which again indicate an older woman, whereas a complex knot is indicative of a youthful woman. Another note with obis is that it is impossible to knot them on your own in the back – in the days where kimono were common sight, the obi knot in the front was a sign that a woman was a prostitute, always having to tie and untie her obi on a regular basis, and not having someone to tie it for them.

Honourifics:

Okaa-san – mother
Otou-san – father

Onii-san – elder brother/older male or male of same age and higher status
Onee-san – elder sister/older female or female of the same age and higher status
Imouto – little sister/younger female
Otouto – little brother/younger male

Oji-san – uncle/generation older male
Oba-san – aunt/generation older female

Ojii-san – grandfather/male old enough to be grandfather
Obaa-san – grandmother/female old enough to be grandmother.

-san suffix - used to offer someone respect
-kun suffix - same as san, though only used for males
-chan suffix - used for young women, women one is close to, or a really young boy (under five years old kind of young)
- dono suffix - offering more respect then san
- sama suffix - the unlimate respect, in BJT verse would likely only be seen used with rulers or very dark-jewelled people.

Appearance:

Long black hair the same texture of her silken kimonos frames a beautiful oval face with the delicate features of a well-bred witch of Tacean descent. When left to hang down to its full length, Yuki’s hair falls to the small of her back. The long, dark tresses are fine and as soft as silk, and many a man has found himself enthralled by those raven locks and running his fingers through her hair. Usually, Yuki’s hair is up in the elaborate style that one would expect from the aristo Queen. Her skin is smooth and pale, some having likened it so the shine of the moon on a lake. It is of course not white, but a smooth, creamy tan colour that comes from her race. The moon comment, however, she takes as quite the compliment as she goes to great lengths to keep her skin soft and flawless, the healthy glow a thing she takes great pride in.

Yuki’s lips are plump and kissable, something most males, and even a few females have demonstrated to the young Queen over the years. They are a soft pink when unadorned by her red make-up, making her lips look like beautiful, delicate roses. Her nose is a bit more prominent then one would expect of a female of the Tacian race, but is in no way large or unfeminine. It suites her face and adds an air of something a little bit exotic to this woman if the darkness of her Jewels and the earthy scent of her Queen caste wasn’t enough to drive most males crazy; some with a need to serve, some with other, much earthier needs. Yuki’s face possesses a slightly triangular chin and high, well-bred cheek bones that gives her face a delicate look to them.

Despite all of the beautiful features of Yuki’s face, it is easily her eyes that hold others in thrawl. They are a warm, chocolate brown that have rings the colour of dark honey encircling her irises. The effect is rather chthonic; Yuki’s eyes giving her the look of some earthy fae come to life. While the young Queen certainly has her masks for every occasion, her life having guaranteed that she learned them, when relaxed, her eyes dance with an inner flame of a woman who is a survivor, sending her emotions easily out to the person who is lucky enough to see her unguarded.

Like her facial structure, the rest of Yuki’s build is petite and delicate, the young Queen standing only 5’3”. Her shoulders are narrow and lead down to finely boned, perfectly-shaped hands and fingers, fingers that, when her moonsblood first began flowing started growing long, hard black nails that mark her as the dangerous witch that she is. A Black Widow. Her hands, while they may appear delicate are in fact strong, and just as capable of giving a person excruciating pleasure as they are of bringing them unbearable pain. Yuki’s legs are long, and are the dominant contributor to the young witch’s height. While she is thin, her body is still healthy, bringing to the table strong, toned muscles and soft curves; her breast little more then a handful, but firm and perky, and her bottom well-rounded and made for holding in ones hands – if they dare to touch such a witch that is.

Adding to Yuki’s appeal is the elusive scent of either cherry blossoms or jasmine that follows the Queen everywhere she goes. The oils she uses to perfume her skin are purposefully soft and natural, scents that should be found on a Queen. She learned at an early age from Yuri Obaasan that a Queen’s scent is one of her most powerful assets, and that covering it too strongly will annoy the males around her, and in the case of a Warlord Prince riding the killing edge, not give him that place of stability to hold onto and allow him to come back from that place of violence. Like a diligent granddaughter, Yuki has always listened to Yuri’s advice.

When Yuki moves, it is like she is walking on water, her steps small and her silk kimono rustling softly like waves coming to shore. She holds herself high, her head up with pride – even if on most days it is just an act now. The Queen wears her deep Red Jewels set in silver. The fine chain around her neck holding at its end a simple setting, as does the silver ring on Yuki’s left hand – the Red needs no flowers or gaudy means for attracting the eyes of a person on the streets. It will attract its own attention and give in that same moment just as easy a warning of the witch’s power.

Personality:

Yuki is generally a soft-spoken woman who is not quick to act rashly before she thinks about the possible consequences. Her soft, quiet voice seldom offers worthless words, and each one usually contains a specific thought and reasoning to it. Despite her peaceful mannerisms, there are a few things that are likely to raise this Queen’s temper. She hates seeing people used and abused, and the idea of rape is guaranteed to leave the guilty party seeing a woman of her power go cold before they’re splattered against walls. More so then the countless rapes she’s experienced in the last either years, it is the memory of what happened to her little sister Yume that drives her temper in such situations. She remembers it completely, remembers trying to guide her and save her, remembers that exact moment when her sister had Broken, that place her mind had always occupied suddenly empty and barren, a unique voice lost to cruelty.

That single thing is on its own capable of single handedly bringing every aggressing facet of Yuki’s personality to the forefront. And an aggressive witch she can be, stubborn and aggressive when her nature as a Widow takes over. In these times she is also known to lock herself away with her webs and brews. Another thing that has come with her Black Widow nature makes the woman confused with herself – she has a high sex drive; craves it and enjoys it, but how can a woman who has experienced the kind of sexual depravity she has still crave it? Yuki often feels guilty after sex, like it’s something she shouldn’t want, let alone crave so strongly.

Despite her Priestess caste, Yuki has lost her faith in the Darkness. It made her and her family strong, that strength making them targets for those who would seek to destroy them, and when the time came for their strength to prove more then a burden, Mother Night left them to flounder, taking away from Yuki the family she had always loved and adored; a family that when the world around them had been drowning in taint had retreated to the mountains, keeping the bloodlines strong and honouring the old ways of the Blood. Since the cradle Yuki had learned Protocol and how the subtle nuances of it kept the balance in the beautiful dance between the sacred, powerful feminine half of the Blood while still giving the males the strength to be what flows through their veins. Even though she has lost her faith, when before an Altar she still feels that pull to serve and protect it, to honour that connection with the sweet Abyss in a way that only a Priestess can. Often she’ll take a step or two towards the sacred place before recalling her hurt and anger with the power that should have protected her and her loved ones and not destroyed them instead.

Dark Sanctuaries aside, the Priestess pulls at Yuki in other ways. She loves hearing and telling stories about Blood History and Lore, loves those subtle nuances of true Protocol and not the bastardized version precipitated by Dorothea and her court for thousands of years, and even in the thick of the court had refused to let go of the things she’d been taught by her mother and grandmothers.

Despite her mostly quiet nature, Yuki is a Queen, and therefore a natural leader – even if this particular quality has long been in disuse. As children, Yuki and Yume often led Satoshi and Sakura into all kinds of trouble, and as the eldest and darkest of the two Queens, Yuki more so then Yume. She is a leader, even if this young and abused Queen has forgotten what it means to lead. Like all of her caste, Yuki feels the pull of the land strongly, and the dead earth in Hayll depressed the young Queen, and, on top of everything else certainly contributed to her current vice.

Addiction. During her years in Hayll, in an attempt to make her self unaware and unable to remember most of what happened to her, Yuki started using her talents as a Black Widow to brew powerful hallucinogenics; her talents letting the young Queen make her drugs and know how much she could safely take in a dose without damaging her body and losing weight. When one of Dorothea’s court arranged to “speak” with the Yuki, she would take some of her drugs, enjoying the feeling of being pulled away from her body, sometimes living out the inevitable rape far away from her body and back home in Tacea. Not that she always had her drugs to help. No, she would have her arms and dangerous Widow’s tooth chained away where she couldn’t kill her attackers. Those memories that she can remember haunt her and lead to other times of drug use. The rapes and beatings only to have the Healers put her back together again – can’t have your exotic, attractive court pleasure slave damaged now after all. Those years have led to Yuki, despite now being released from her captivity, to being completely addicted to quite the cocktail of drugs, the potency of which, simply to have an effect on a witch with the Red driving her metabolism, particularly a Black Widow with their natural resistance to substances, would kill most of the rest of the Blood.

Yuki is a loyal woman who has lost all drive in life except where she can find the marks to pay for the ingredients for her substance abuse. In many ways this young witch hasn’t grown up at all in the last eight years, while in other ways she’s far older then twenty-four. She has no dreams and no ambitions beyond her drugs, food, and a dry place to sleep - usually in that order.

History:

It was a cold night when Yuki Takahashi came into the world, screaming for all to hear that she was a healthy and very opinionated baby. It was, in fact, the thirteenth day of Winsol and her mother had been dancing for the glory that was Witch when she felt the contractions begin. The labour of the Gray-Jewelled Black Widow Priestess had been hours long, the snow beginning to fall outside of Kaori’s window as she laboured to bring her second child into the world. The rate of snowfall increased until it was a blinding whiteness outside of the Takahashi’s warm home. When she was born, Kaori and her husband Akira found themselves in complete shock as the witch held her babe – a Queen and a Priestess like her grandmother Yuri. This young Queen was named Yuki for the beautiful white flakes that were falling at her birth.

As Kaori lay there with her new babe, the Black Widow had a vision, a vision that was little more then a strong feeling, but she was Widow enough to know it for what it was, the manifestation of her prophetic gift; this daughter, her first daughter, was destined to do great things, important things. What these things were, Kaori didn’t know, but what the witch did know was that Yuki would need to be strong of heart and soul to do these things, and that she’d need to live the Blood’s old ways. But these things would have to wait until the young Queen was grown, and right now, all Kaori wanted was to snuggle up with her husband and her new babe and relax. Before that, however, the Black Widow asked her husband to go and collect their two year old son Satoshi – it was time for the little Warlord Prince to meet his baby sister.

The years passed, and in the summer of Yuki’s fourth year, her mother Kaori made the little girl a big sister. The young Queen hadn’t been sure what to think of the whole thing, and had been both proud of and afraid of the growing roundness of her mother’s belly over the last months. Sometimes the little Queen had been excited to realise that she was going to be a big sister and look after the little baby in her mother’s tummy the same way Satoshi looked after her, and would put her little hand over Kaori’s stomach and announce that it was “my bump.” Other times, she wasn’t happy about the potential of being a big sister at all. She liked being the baby, and she didn’t want to share her family’s attention with someone other then Satoshi, and babies were supposed to be a lot of work right? That meant a lot of attention, and Yuki didn’t like it one bit. When her mother had gone into labour, Yuki had sat waiting with the rest of her family, not understanding just how dangerous birthing was for her Gray-Jewelled mother. Her emotions over how her life was about to change didn’t make sense to the little witch. Eventually, after hours of wondering, Yuki and Satoshi were taken in to see their mother and new sister.

Yuki had never seen her mother so tired, but Kaori seemed to glow through it all as she held her new little girl, another Queen, to her chest. Curious, Yuki climbed onto the bed beside her mother and looked down at the small bundle in the woman’s arms. “She looks funny,” Yuki announced as she saw her sister’s strange-looking, reddish and wrinkly face that reminded her of an overripe tomato. The young Queen had continued looking at Yume as though she was one of those curious bugs outside that she liked putting in Satoshi’s hair. Yuki continued looking at her, and eventually poked her finger into the palm of the baby Queen’s hand, and as Yume’s little fingers closed around her own larger one Yuki smiled softly and giggled. It didn’t matter anymore that Yume was going to take away her status as the baby, or her family’s attention – or that she was funny-looking, Yuki convinced herself that she had looked like no such thing when she’d been born – she was her baby sister, and she would protect her.

Yuki’s fourth year was a busy one for the young girl. Not only did she become a big sister to a wrinkly little tomato-head, but a little boy from one of the other dark Tacean lineages came to foster with them shortly after Yume’s birth, Daisuke Nemura. He was born the same year as her brother Satoshi, and had, amazingly, been gifted with the Sapphire as his Birthright, and something that was really, even rarer then his Jewel; he was a dual casted male, a Warlord Prince like Satoshi, but also a Healer. Yuki wasn’t sure what to make of a Warlord Prince also being a Healer as that male caste was aggressive where Healers were generally calm and passive. It was confusing, but the little girl decided to just deal. He was what he was just like how she was what she was. She was told that he’d come to them because there were no Healers in his family still alive, and that he’d need someone to train with as he got older, and he’d come so young because there were also no young children in his family, and his parents had wanted him to grow up normally, and with the Jewels inherent in the Takahashi family he also wouldn’t be able to push any weight around with his Sapphire. It took a little while for Yuki to adjust to another young male wanting her attention, but after a few weeks she treated him the same way she did her brother – by putting bugs in his hair and down his clothes. Not those curious long-legged ones she tortured Satoshi with, but instead the fattest little grasshoppers she could find. She enjoyed watching the young Sapphire-Jewelled Warlord Prince squeal and bounce around when he had grasshoppers down his pants.

The next year had been a bit strange for Yuki as she adjusted to becoming a big sister. The crying was inane, and the baby was as good as useless, it just pooped, puked and cried. What use was that? None, that’s what, all it was was annoying, and when Satoshi told her that she’d been the exact same she would deny such things and blow a raspberry at him. Aside from being a big sister to a crying crap monkey (whom she really loved dearly despite what she said), and getting used to Daisuke, Yuki’s fifth year was an important one for the young Queen and her whole family – she was to receive her Birthright Jewel. It was one of the most important moments of her life she was told, and through Kaori and Suzume’s weavings, they gleaned that the winter, the season of Yuki’s birth was to be the right time for the ceremony. Her Priestess mother and Priestess grandmothers all played their part in preparing the young Queen for that first descent into the Abyss that would, to some degree, mark the strength she would have for the rest of her life. Still, Yuki was nervous, and only Satoshi and Daisuke's quirky senses of humour (and obviously much better memory of the event then her mother and grandmothers had) were able to calm Yuki down.

When the time came, the day marked by the scrying of the Widows in her family, it was snowing just as it had been the day of her birth. Yuki liked the snow, and not just because she was named for it. The little Priestess Queen placed herself before the Dark Altar and spilled some of her blood and prayed, offering up that part of herself to the Darkness. Despite all of her nervousness, this first act that connected the young Priestess to the Darkness came naturally and easily to her. Eventually, hours, and a very worried family later, Yuki exited the doors of the Sanctuary, her pale little hand wrapped around the rarest of all Birthrights that one could receive – the Red.

Yuki’s family was shocked despite the prevalence of the dark Jewels in the family. Yuri, two generations back had been gifted with the Red as her Birthright; no one had expected a Red in the family again this soon. But there it was no denying the uncut Jewel in Yuki’s hands. Despite her family’s shock, the little Priestess Queen simply felt more complete now then she ever had. She could feel the Darkness, the Abyss within herself, and it felt amazing to be so close to the source of the Blood’s power.

Yuki began her Craft lessons with her brother and Daisuke within a few days, and the family was thankful that most of them were strong enough to put out any fires (on occasion literally) that the powerful little girl would accidentally begin.

Shortly after Yuki’s Birthright Ceremony, Kaori found herself pregnant yet again, and upon remembering how tired her mother had been after Yume, Yuki couldn’t help but wonder why her mother had wanted to do that again. As it was, a few months after her sixth Birthday, Kaori gave birth to yet another girl that she and Akira named Sakura. Yuki couldn’t help but think that her new little sister looked strange just as Yume had. It seemed odd to Yuki that her mother didn’t seem to notice all the strange red wrinkles. Like she had with Yume, after spending some time with the little Healer, the young Queen got over her reservations about having another little sister.

The next few years of Yuki’s life carried on quietly enough. She continued learning Craft with Satoshi and Daisuke, and was spending a lot of time with her grandmother Yuri in particular. The Ebon Gray Queen shared Yuki’s castes and Birthright Jewels, and Yuri obaa-sama, while not yet initiating the young girl into the training that was associated with her specific castes still started teaching her what it meant to be a Priestess and a Queen, and the two spent a great deal of time in the village’s Dark Sanctuary and out on the land owned by the family. Yume, despite not yet having her Jewels was still a Queen and would join Yuri and Yuki on their outings to commune with the land. Yuki loved these outings with her maternal grandmother. They were relaxing and made the young girl feel at one with everything.

By the time she turned nine, Yuki had a deep respect for what it meant to be a Priestess and a Queen of the Blood, as did her much younger sister Yume. The family, during that year, received another surprise when Yume returned from her own Birthright Ceremony with the Sapphire. It had been a long time since there had been two Queens in the same generation, and now to have two with such dark Jewels was an unbelievable shock.

Yuki’s grandmother, Yuri, ruled over Yamamura District in Kitamaki Province, and it was reported to the ruling Queen of Tacea that instead of being and Ebon Gray Priestess Queen, Yuri was instead in the registers as a Summer Sky Queen, and when she needed to make appearances in the higher courts, her true self was extensively hidden with illusion webs made by Kaori and Suzume – as was the rest of the family when they left their small village. It was around the time that Yuki turned ten that she started asking why they were hiding.

It was then that Yuki was told that the Blood in Terreille were essentially at war with each other, and that for centuries an all-consuming taint had been spreading out of Hayll that was being perpetuated by Dorothea SaDiablo, the High Priestess of Hayll. Yuki was told that along with spreading a taint, the High Priestess was having young, powerful Queens destroyed along with the Dark lineages with them. The powerful and prophetic gifts of the Black Widow had been demonized, and were now distrusted if they hadn’t come out of the large Coven in Hayll.

Yuki thought of her mother and grandmother who were Black Widows and the idea of them being untrustworthy was absurd to the young Queen, and the thought of killing Queens was understandably frightening. When she asked why, Yuri simply answered that the High Priestess was tainted with a greed for power. It was during the early years, she was told, that many of the dark families of Tacea had retreated in to the thick, wild mountain Districts of the Island Territory where the people were reclusive and secretive, and that it was this secrecy that had kept Tacea’s dark lines safe, even if many of the lines had become lost through the centuries.

During the next year and a half, Yuki began her official training as a Priestess. It was hard and intense. Both her grandmothers and her mother were Priestesses, and they took the young Priestess Queen’s training very seriously. She was given readings on Protocol and told oral stories of the Blood’s lore and the myth and glory that was Witch. As much work as it was, Yuki greatly enjoyed the lore, it made the Priestess in her sing, and Yuki would repeat her oral lessons to her siblings and Daisuke. Also during that year, the young Queen found herself waiting outside of the Sanctuary on her family’s property while Sakura put herself before the Darkness for the first time and after a few hours came back from her Birthright with a beautifully cut Green Jewel the colour of the trees and grass. The family was proud, all four of their children this generation having received the Dark Jewels for their Birthrights.

It was, however, Yuki’s thirteenth year that would throw her and her family for another loop. As her first moonsblood began to flow, Yuki found that she started to often have vivid dreams and feelings of déjà vu during her waking hours. Yuki had always been intuitive, but this was on a whole other level. She soon found that her nails were beginning to harden. It was about three in the morning one day when Yuki awoke with a throbbing pain in the index finger of her right hand. As she created a ball of witchflame to examine her hand and found that her fingertip was swollen and throbbing, Yuki knew what it meant. She couldn’t believe it though, couldn’t believe that she could possibly be a Black Widow, couldn’t be a triple caste Queen. As the throbbing in her finger increased, Yuki crawled out of her bed and went and woke her mother. Kaori examined her daughter’s hand, and in disbelief announced to Yuki and Akira that she was now a Black Widow Priestess Queen. Next she explained that the pain was the venom in her new poison sack needing to be milked; she then took her daughter into her workroom and taught her how to perform this important, life saving procedure. After that day, Yuki started tinting her nails black as was generally customary with Widows.

Around the time that Yuki started training for her third caste, the Widows in her family announced that they thought Satoshi should join her in that training and that, for the last few years the Warlord Prince had been displaying a rather strong affinity for the gift of the Hourglass and despite societal norms they were going to train Satoshi in a second caste. Yuki enjoyed going through this training with someone, and her brother was the perfect candidate to learn a new caste with.

Over the next few years, Yuki developed her castes, training hard, and finishing her training as a Priestess at fourteen and the Widow’s training the year later. It had been both exciting and invigorating when she’d retrieved her Master’s Hourglass Pendant, had been a humbling moment when it had been placed around her neck, marking her for the dangerous witch that she was when it was nestled on a chocker above her Red Jewels.

Within a year of finishing her training, Yuki was mostly enjoying her life, caring for the land and those around her. She’d experienced the loss of both of her grandmothers in a short period of time, but both women had left the world at peace with their lives and were ready to return to the Darkness. Yuki and her mother had overseen the funerals, and while she grieved, the young Queen couldn’t find herself truly sad for the two old women. Also in that year Satoshi and Daisuke, both eighteen by then, had made their Offerings to the Darkness, and both returned with full descents; Satoshi to the Red and Daisuke, amazingly, to the Ebon Gray, the second rarest Jewel known to the Blood. One evening, Yuki woke up after a vivid dream with the strong urge to weave a Tangled Web. She toiled over the piece for hours and when she was finished and as she read over the web she found herself completely petrified. The web was about her, about her very survival. The details were vague, but the web was clearly telling her that she needed to have her Virgin Night soon or she’d not survive to make her own Offering. She read and reread the web and the result was always the same. She needed to have her Virgin Night.

Yuki had made her way back into her rooms, not sleeping for the rest of the night and going over her options, and come the dawn she knew what her best one was. She’d obviously need to have her Virgin Night, and the obvious choice for such a thing would be Daisuke. She trusted him and his Jewels were more then dark enough to protect her through the ceremony. But him being the obvious choice, and actually talking to him about it were two very different things. He was like a brother to her, and asking him to do this could change things between them, but Yuki didn’t feel that she had a choice. So she dressed and made her way out of her rooms to go and see the Warlord Prince.

The following discussion with Daisuke had been filled with a great deal of blushing on Yuki’s part. She showed him her web and explained to him what it told her, and then she’d ask him to help her through this ceremony that, for a witch, was as important as her Birthright Ceremony. The latter giving them their Jewels and the former possibly taking them away. It was a scary thought, but she trusted him. He’d agreed, and they’d then discussed with her family what they’d decided to do.

The required contraceptive brews were made and taken, and Yuki’s grandmother Suzume had made up the aphrodisiac, the Night of Fire brew, for her and Daisuke to share during the ceremony. Yuki found, however, that her family’s nervousness over the whole thing was adding to her own, and she needed to be able to relax for this to be done properly, so she constructed some webs that would make her appear as an Opal-Jewelled Black Widow and that hid her other castes, and had asked Daisuke to only wear his Sapphire while she and her mother had made webs to hide his Healer caste and his Ebon Gray; the second of those webs had taken a long time to weave. She’d then arranged a “honeymoon” for them out at a hot spring resort for a week. They posed as newlyweds so that people would leave them be. She’d even arranged and paid for them to have a private spring. Over the first few days, they cuddled and touched, letting her grow accustomed to his touch and be able to relax and even enjoy it. Finally, on the fifth night they took the aphrodisiac and Yuki opened her mind to Daisuke, allowing him into her Self to weave his Ebon Gray strength through her inner Web to prevent her from panicking in the minutes that were to come and breaking through her inner strength and shattering herself. It had hurt at first, but not too soon for her liking they were finished, the sheets of the futon bloodied, but the only thing broken had been a thin membrane, her Red Jewels still glowing softly around her neck.

Yuki had spent most of the next morning in the hot spring; her sore body needing the warmth the natural heat of the land was able to provide her. As the day wore on and the soreness left her body, Yuki found herself in thought. She had friends in the village who were a little older, some even having taken lovers, and the way they talked about sex had always made Yuki curious. The Virgin Night would suck, they’d said, but afterwards things would get much, much better if the male knew what he was doing. Yuki knew Daisuke was experienced, and she had liked it when he’d touched her during the previous nights, had enjoyed last night until, well, that. The young Queen wanted to experiment with sex, wanted to know what it felt like when there was no hymeneal membrane in the way. Over dinner, Yuki finally worked up the nerve and asked Daisuke that, if it was alright with him, that she’d like to have sex again since it wouldn’t hurt.

It had been an awkward thing to ask the slightly older male, however, after asking a few questions that had generally been directed in the “why” category, Daisuke had consented and after dinner had proceeded to make Yuki a very happy witch indeed. She’d heard about orgasms from her friends, but having her first one had been far more enjoyable then she’d imagined from her friends trying to explain it to her. The young Black Widow decided that she liked sex very much.

As the week came to a close, Yuki and Daisuke returned home after the trip to the hot springs and the Queen’s family had been relieved to see that their daughter was still completely intact. Life returned to normal for the young Queen. Her uncle Iwao had gone for a visit to Hayll. The man had been doing that a fair bit over the last few years, had seemed to become enthralled with the place, had even stopped wearing his Tacean garb. While the rest of the family had found his trips to be worrisome, Yuki had been perfectly happy with her uncle being away. Over the last few years as her body had made the changes from child to woman, Iwao had started looking at her differently, had started looking at her with lust in his eyes, and if Yuki was honest with herself, having put her Virgin Night behind her was a relief.

It was about a month after her Virgin night that something happened that would change her life forever. During the first day of her moontime, when her Jewels were denied to her, and while Daisuke had been away visiting his parents. They’d come in the night, killing her parents first, and then causing complete and utter chaos to extract what it was they wanted – the two Dark-Jewelled Queens in residence.

Yuki had always had trouble sleeping during the first few days of her moontime, and even brews made to ease the cramping seldom did her any good anymore since Suzume Obaasan had passed on as she’d been darker then Yuki and more then capable of producing a brew with the potency to help. So she’d been awake when the alarm shields around her home had gone off, had been awake when she’d felt her parents killed and was awake to hear the servants start screaming. As fast as she could with the pain in her uterus, Yuki had dragged herself out of bed and started heading to her sister’s rooms. She had to get them out. She hustled down the hall, her bare feet patting almost silently as she headed to Yume’s room. She pushed her sister, telling her in a loud whisper to “get up.” As soon as her sister was half awake, Yuki pulled her out of bed, telling her to be quiet, that they were being attacked and that they needed to go and get Sakura.

As they entered the hall, Yuki heard male voices and swore as she caught sight of a group of males, and swore again when she felt the resonating feel of the Red shielding them. She grabbed Yume’s hand and started hauling her through the halls, away from Sakura’s rooms, refusing to lead these monsters to another of her sisters. “Run,” she said to her sister, and swore as a wave of cramping made her double over. “GO!” She said, urging her sister on. “Get outside and get to the Winds then go to Daisuke!” The Ebon Gray would be able to protect her. With a whimper and a quiver, Yume listened to her sister and kept running. By the time Yuki’s body would let her keep running one of the males had already caught up with her. The Queen pulled her tessen out of her obi and flicked it open, ready to at least delay the males in their pursuit of her sister.

The battle didn’t last long before another bought of cramps washed over her, and the next thing she knew her head was making contact with the wall and everything went black.

When she awoke, Yuki found herself in the back of a coach that she could feel was travelling the Winds, and jumped when she felt something leaning against her shoulder and bit down on her lips as she realised that she’d failed to give Yume enough of a head start to escape their pursuers.

The next few days passed in a blur of physical and emotional pain as she refused to yield to the Bitch of Hayll. She was beaten and tortured, but none of that compared to losing Yume. The Priestess had lost her faith in the Darkness that day. What was the point of following the old ways when Mother Night would betray them on a whim? Before the end of her moontime, Yuki had a slave collar clamped around her neck that would behave for her in the same way a Ring of Obedience behaved for a male. It would choke her when used, and Dorothea SaDiablo wasted no time in exerting her control over the sixteen year old Queen whom she couldn’t break and was too strong for her to kill. Yuki spent her first week in Hayll chained to a wall between her beatings and rapes by the guards.

Then she was taken up to a set of rooms that were plushily, if strangely to her, decorated. What was this new torture of the mind? She was told to wash and was given a clean dress. Yuki didn’t understand what was going on, but she happily took the opportunity to wash and dress in clean clothes (though she did probe the latter carefully for poisons as she knew they could be laced with a number of substances). Being clean and in clean clothing (albeit strange clothing that had a hard, laced item that bound her tightly, making it hard to breath and pushing her pert breasts up) made the Queen feel better. Yuki; however, didn’t like this strange clothing at all. It was strangely constricting, not like her beautifully tied obi on her kimonos. It was hard to breath and while the shade of the red dress was a lovely shade, on its own it ended up looking gaudy and cheap. It was; however, clean, so Yuki could deal with it.

Hours passed, and still the young Queen was left waiting alone in her uncomfortable dress to worry about what it was that the High Priestess of Hayll was thinking. The woman couldn’t physically break her and she was strong enough to kill most any who tried to end her life. She had a slave collar around her neck, but the pain that piece of metal could cause still didn’t stop her being what she had been born to be. As she waited, Yuki wandered out of what she assumed to be a sitting room and into the bedroom, and once she entered she felt her breath catch and her chest tighten. The room was dominated by a large ornate bed, but that wasn’t what scared the young Queen (even if it did make her miss her comfortable futon back in Tacea), what scared her were the chains tied to the posts. Chains that she could feel were strengthened with Craft. The Black Widow in her screamed out, sensing without using any Craft that there was pain in these walls. Why had they left her in here, led her to here? Yuki backed out of the room, fear making her heart pound and adrenaline course through her veins. She’d been raped many times since her arrival, but why had they brought her here, what could be worse?

Yuki had little experience with men, and very little that could lead her to imagining things – and she did not want to know what was those walls could tell her if she used her training to see it. The Queen returned to the sitting room and went and crouched against one of the walls. Was this to be her lot in life now? Dorothea couldn’t physically make her break, so she was going to try and make her mentally break and get use out of her for the tainted males that served her?

It was about an hour later that Yuki heard the door knob jiggle and she immediately got to her feet, refusing to be seen as weak, refusing to appear as anything except the proud Queen she was and not the scared young woman that she also was. The High Priestess entered and smiled at her. “How do you like your accommodations my dear? Have you had a chance to explore the bedroom yet?” Yuki’s face was impassive at the comment. She was a Black Widow, of course she’d felt it, and Dorothea knew it.

Behind the Priestess a male entered and Yuki felt her eyes widen as she recognised her uncle Iwao, the man who had betrayed them, standing there with unfettered lust in his eyes. He stood there in his Hayllian clothing, and Yuki hardly saw him as she remembered Yume, remembered feeling her break, remembered watching her die. Unlike near everything else that had happened to Yuki since arriving in Hayll, seeing her uncle got a reaction out of the Queen. She snarled as she saw red. She wanted to rip and tear, wanted to kill. How dare he? Yuki started across the room, calling in her Red Jewels, immediately pinning Iwao to the wall and imagined the slow and painful way she was going to kill the traitor. She was going to break him, was going to strip his skin from the rest of his flesh in small strips, was going to…

She was chocking! Yuki clamped her hands around her neck, pulling at the collar that was tightening there. She went to her knees as her body was deprived oxygen, and ripped frantically at the collar. “There will be none of that, my dear. Slaves are not allowed to wear their Jewels.” The Queen stared at Dorothea, her eyes filled with hatred. How dare the Priestess order her around? She was a Queen, and she was better then her.

“I’m not a slave,” Yuki said, her voice quiet yet defiant. Then she felt the collar tightening again.

The next few minutes wore on like that, and eventually Yuki was dragged by two guards and her wrists were chained to the bedposts to prevent her from using her snake tooth and venom to kill whoever it was she’d seemed to have been waiting for. Yuki knew, had known the moment Iwao had entered with the High Priestess with lust in his eyes. That lust had become tempered with fear when she’d started to attack him, but as Dorothea handed him a secondary control ring and he slipped it onto his finger, that look had become lust laced with power. He’d seen what the Ring could do, and no longer feared his niece’s Jewels.

As much as she’s tried to forget the events of that afternoon, it’s one of the few memories that her later drug abuse haven’t managed to make her forget. She remembers every detail; remembers seeing her uncle undress, remembers him climbing onto the bed with her, and remembers him forcing himself on her over and over again, beating her and degrading her, and finally, leaving her bruised, cut and bleeding on the sheets. Remembers the smugly superior look on his face as he dressed and left her there, alone and in pain; chained to the bed. Unable to even get up and go to the bathroom if she needed to.

That had been the first of many times that Yuki would be chained to beds and used by members of Dorothea’s court, something her uncle became after betraying two such powerful Queens to her, and it wouldn’t be the last time he’d put himself in her bed either.

Over the next few months, Yuki was forced to bed more people then she’d ever contemplated doing in her entire life. She was kept clean and well-dressed, and fed only enough to keep her Red from eating at her body, but the Queen would happily go back to rags and her smelly cell if it would save her from the decadent and disgusting fantasies of Dorothea’s court. Males, females, groups, everyone seemed to want a piece of the powerful Queen, wanted to put such a strong witch beneath them, and tell themselves that they were better then her – particularly many of the males who spent a great deal of their time dominated by the witches of the court. To have it over on a Queen as powerful as she was seemed to allow them to deal with the rest of their lives.

What was worse for Yuki, however, then the sexual degradation and the beatings was the fact that she was never allowed outside. Even though it was dying and didn’t feel right, Yuki missed being able to connect with the land, needed to connect to the land, needed to feel dirt under her toes. But no, she was kept on the top floor of the palace, as far away from the earth as she could be. The separation from the land was worse then everything else, it made her feel hollow inside.

Her first year in Hayll passed that way, shut up in a room, half starving. Waiting only for meals and the next person who was to use her body. After that first year, Yuki went quiet, even when her uncle would visit her, which was usually at least once a week. She tried to pull herself away from it all and would retreat into the deepest depths of her inner Self to do it, and would behave like a performing doll. Touch here, moan here. She even learned which people liked what and would know exactly when they’d start hitting her, probably learned things about certain people’s sexual preferences that their spouses didn’t even know.

Finally, one night, she was taken with Dorothea to a party at another aristo’s home. Yuki relished in the short trips to the carriages when she’d be able to feel the land after a year. Those few moments were precious to the young Queen, but she never let on, just kept quiet and kept her head down. For the first hour or so of the party, Yuki was paraded around like some show piece, showing foreign ambassadors just how powerful the High Priestess of Hayll was, she may have lost Daemon Sadi, but she now had something else powerful under her control, a Red-Jewelled Black Widow Priestess Queen. The people hardly believed it, a triple casted Queen – the like had never been seen.

As the party was moved on to politics, Yuki was shown to a room with the home’s servants to await when the evening would come and she’d be forced into bed with one of the men or women in the other room who would pay Dorothea a hefty price to bed her. Yuki didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she knew the truth, she was a pleasure slave. A Queen and a pleasure slave. The ideas didn’t even mesh in her head, but she knew it to be true, and after losing Prince Sadi, the High Priestess of Hayll was giving Yuki a far shorter leash then she’d ever allowed the Warlord Prince. Yuki had heard in muffled chatter from the servants what had happened in Chaillot several years ago before Sadi had vanished, and it made Yuki sick.

Yuki sat and chatted quietly with one of the hearth witches at the home, and the young woman seemed to take pity on her, and she gave her something and told her to inhale the fumes. Questioningly, Yuki probed the substance and found that it was a drug of some sort. She asked the witch what it was and the woman just shook her head and told Yuki that if she breathed in enough, she wouldn’t remember the night that was to come. Curious, and wanting to be able to forget, Yuki took the substance from the woman and inhaled deeply, inhaled until her mind felt blurry and hollow, as though she was floating on pillows. Eventually, a male came and took Yuki off to one of the bedrooms, and come morning, the Queen didn’t remember a thing, and only learned later that she’d serviced four different people.

This drug was a gift from the Darkness, Yuki decided, and upon returning to her rooms went about using her Widow’s training and a few books she’d had a servant filch for her, to determine exactly what was in the substance so she’d be able to make it herself. That action led to further research on other drugs, and before she knew it, the young Queen was addicted to quite the cocktail of drugs, and a dangerous one that would likely have killed her had her training as a Widow not allowed her to know how much she could handle with her Red. Her drugs of choice had at first been just ones to make her forget, and had then been altered to not just make her forget, but hallucinate. It seemed that when she was high, she was “less fun” in bed, and after Dorothea threatened to cut off her access to the ingredients, Yuki had again altered her cocktail to include aphrodisiacs as well, which seemed to solve the “less fun” problem. By the end of her second year in Hayll, Yuki was completely addicted to these substances that allowed her life to be bearable. Most of the time she never remembered being used, and while she’d often worried over some of the new marks or bruises on her body, wondering was better then knowing. It became her litany, and Yuki was happy to be numb.

Her third year in Hayll passed as a blur as her drug use increased to the point that the young Queen was seldom found sober, and the next few years passed with only blurry memories for the young Queen.

When she was twenty-two Yuki met a Warlord Prince named Daetan Rookshar at one of Dorothea’s parties. He was Hayllian and seemed to be in his late prime. Unlike the others around, he didn’t treat her like a piece of flesh to be mounted, instead he actually treated her like a Queen, something Yuki hadn’t experienced in six years, and it was refreshing to have someone call her Lady again. He wore the Sapphire Jewels, and Yuki found herself surprised that such a male was allowed to exist and not be in service to the Bitch of Hayll. After the male had taken up an hour of Yuki’s time, Dorothea demanded that if he was wanting more time with her that he’d have to pay. The Queen was her property and her time belonged to her. In typical Warlord Prince fashion Daetan had risen to his feet when a challenge was laid before them, and told the Priestess that a Queen was no one’s property to barter and sell. Yuki had been shocked. No one had spoken up for her since she’d come to Hayll. Taken pity for her certainly, but not stood up to Dorothea.

The events that followed Prince Rookshar’s defence of her had been among the many things Yuki had wished she’d been able to forget about Hayll. Dorothea had used her own Red to over power the male and before Yuki knew it the male was beaten and being dragged into a courtyard and tied between two posts where he was shaved. It wasn’t the first time Yuki had been forced to witness such, but it was the first time that it had been someone she’d known or even remotely cared about. She kept her face bored, having learned after the first few that the more bored people seemed the swifter the shaving would be. Yuki felt guilty as the Warlord Prince met her eyes with his own between screams, felt guilty for looking bored, felt responsible for the whole thing. But what was more was that despite it there was no hatred in the male’s eyes for her, they seemed apologetic. That evening as she was forced to bed yet more people, Yuki couldn’t get his eyes out of her mind. How could he not hate her for whatever small part she’d played in his losing his organs?

After that night, Yuki stopped talking to people outside of the bedroom unless they were servants, or other circumstances permitted or demanded it. She refused to be responsible for the horrible things that Dorothea liked doing to people, and when she felt she had a reason for the torture it was always worse. It was how Yuki passed the next two years in Hayll, how she spent her twenty-fourth birthday, in silence.

Then it happened, one evening while she’d been servicing yet another male that she felt an unbelievable wave of power wash through her, the strength of it instantly sobering her. She watched as the Jewels around the neck of the male who was busy sating himself between her thighs shattered, and felt his body collapse onto her as he died, his mind burnt out but that wave of strength. She felt others around her breaking and dying as well, and by the time that power was through, Yuki sent out a probe through the palace and found very few alive. Feeling no answering tightening of the collar around her neck at her use of Jewelled Craft, Yuki increased the strength of her probe and extended it first through Draega, and across Hayll, and pushed then as far as she could into the neighbouring Territories. It was all the same. So few Jewels that she could feel.

Yuki used Craft to finally break those chains that held her hands back and then pushed the dead male off of her and sat up, still in shock. She reached up around her neck and removed the collar there and called in her Jewels, clutching them in her hands having missed them for so long. Then she got out of the bed, put on some loose-fitting clothing, leaving shoes behind as she left the palace. Draega was dead, literally. Corpses littered the streets of the large city. Other people were crying, screaming, wanting retribution for whatever that source of power was that had Broken them, and yet fewer people, like Yuki, seemed shocked to find themselves alive and whole. Had the Darkness finally dealt a strike to those who had tarnished it?

Knowing that chaos would break out once people realised that there had been a complete break down of the social structure, Yuki reached out and caught the Winds, landing finally in the middle of a wooded area and she walked through it, relishing the feel of the land under her feet once again, and when she found a stream, she washed herself for the next few hours, trying desperately to wash the taint off of her. Then she decided to go home to Tacea and see what this power had done there. Catching the Winds again, she rode them to her home Territory.

Upon arriving, the first thing Yuki did was, under the strength of a sight shield, steal some clothing, relishing in feeling the silk of a kimono wrapped around her again. The Queen stayed clean and sober for a few more days before cravings for her drugs overran her system. Though she was loath to do it, Yuki found herself hired at a Red Moon house and having to tie her obi in front of her, a sign of her new status as a whore. She found it ironic, even after Dorothea and all her other tormenters had been killed, that it seemed she was no longer worth anything other then what she could do on her back. A Madame Hauri hired her to work in her house, the Akai Hana, or Red Flower, in the capital. The place catered to the aristos of Tacea (not that there seemed to be many of them left). Hauri Obasan had no issues with Yuki’s drug use so long as she could still do her job. Yuki had scoffed and told the woman that she’d been a whore since she was sixteen and taking the drugs since she was seventeen and that she knew what she was doing.

Before approaching the house, Yuki had used her talents as a Black Widow to weave an illusion web that would hid her castes as a Priestess and a Queen, leaving the Widow. She also added a second Web that made her appear as though she simply wore the Opal as her descent and the Rose as her Birthright.

So now she was back in Tacea, doing the exact same thing she’d been doing the last eight years in Hayll. Though, she had to admit, at least here she was fed, paid, and Hauri threw a right fit if men abused her girls, so at least things had gotten better. A part of Yuki wants to return to where her life had started going so wrong, but she can’t seem to manage to ride the Winds to her ancestral home, knowing that she’d either find evidence of their attack, or that others will have moved in and changed the place completely. Yuki is ashamed of her life, but knows of no way to make things better for herself.

Family:

Immediate Family:

Mother: Kaori Takahashi --- Black Widow Priestess --- Sapphire ~ Gray (Deceased)
Father: Akira Mao --- Warlord Prince --- Green ~ Sapphire (Deceased)
Sister: Sakura Takahashi (18) --- Black Widow Healer --- Green (will be played by Maven)
Sister: Yume Takahashi (would be 20 now, died at 12) --- Queen --- Sapphire (Deceased)
Brother: Satoshi Mao (26) --- Black Widow Warlord Prince --- Opal ~ Red (will be played by Kristen)

Maternal Lineage:

Grandmother: Yuri Takahashi --- Priestess Queen --- Red ~ Ebon Gray (Deceased)
Grandfather: Shin Nato --- Warlord Prince --- Green ~ Red (Deceased)
Uncle: Iwao Nato --- Prince --- Opal ~ Green (Deceased)

Paternal Lineage:

Grandmother: Suzume Gato --- Black Widow Healer Priestess --- Green ~ Gray (Deceased)
Grandfather: Ichiro Mao --- Warlord Prince --- Sapphire ~ Grey (Deceased)

Yuki Continued... Apparently I'm only allowed 60,000 characters

RP Sample:

Yuki sucked in a breath between her teeth as she shifted, cold shackles biting into her already bloodied wrists and ankles as she reached to pull her younger sister, Yume, to her and hold her against her chest as their coach continued to ride the Winds towards wherever their destination was. Considering the Red-powered Widow’s Craft on the cold metal keeping the two witches from escaping, Yuki had her suspicion of where: Hayll. The home of the High Priestess Dorothea SaDiablo, and the center of the taint spreading around Terreille. Yuki didn’t voice her concern to her sister, didn’t want to scare her even if the fear was well warranted. The older Queen ran her fingers through her sister’s hair. “It will be alright Yu-chan,” she whispered before wincing, barely managing not to growl.

The attack on her family had been well-planned, the assassins coming in the thick of night and slitting her parents’ throats while they’d slept in their bed, eliminating the initial threat of her Gray-Jewelled Black Widow mother and Sapphire-Jewelled Warlord Prince father. The attackers had come bearing Craft created by a Red-Jewelled Black Widow that Yuki could only assume had been created by the High Priestess of Hayll; they’d also come during the first day of Yuki’s moontime, one of the three days a month that she was denied her use of her Jewels. She’d been unable to protect herself or her family, but still had fled, trying to get Yume out. Instead they’d been captured together, the youngest Queen drugged and Yuki knocked unconscious until they’d both awoken in their coach, ankles and wrists chained to the walls as they sat on the crude wood floor.

Yume shivered in Yuki’s arms, tears streaming down the Queen’s cheeks as she quivered, their nightclothes soiled. Truth be told, the elder sister felt like crying herself, but refused to be anything but strong for her sister who was still but a child. Yuki grimaced as a cramp clenched and kicked at her uterus. Damn the well-planned attack – if not for the timing she’d have both the training and the power to free her and her sister from their bondage.

“Where are we going, Nee-san?” Yume asked, and Yuki simply shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She had her thoughts on the matter, but refused to voice them.

“I don’t know, Yu-chan, I don’t know.” It was a necessary lie, and as Yuki pulled Yume closer to her she began to sing a lullaby to her sister that their mother had sung to them when they’d been young children.

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It stunk. That was Yuki’s first impression, and all that the Queen had to say about Hayll as she stepped out of the coach, a new set a shackles binding her wrists together as she and Yume were led towards the Palace in Draega where the High Priestess held her court. Even with her moonsblood still preventing her use of Jewelled Craft, a Black Widow was still a Black Widow and the poison housed in the venom sack under her right index finger was still capable of easily killing should one get too close. The land of Hayll stank like the freshly fertilised fields in the fall. No, it was worse, the land, despite the stink in the air of manure had been healthy at home, but here in Hayll the very land stank of the taint walking upon it. The air was thick and sullied by the pollution attacking her lungs with every breath, and as far as she could see, Yuki saw no trees, not even a blade of grass had been allowed to push up through the cobblestones. Hayll was dead.

The twelve year old Queen was whimpering and crying, tears streaming down her face as she was beginning to understand just what was going to happen to them. Yuki, on the other hand possessed a steely grace to her. The older Queen’s face impassive, showing none of the fear that she was feeling. More then anything, Yuki wanted to continue comforting Yume, but to do such would show weakness – not something of which one showed their enemies – even if it was likely that she was about to die. She held her head high as she walked across the dead stone, moved as a being of graceful pride like the very thing she was – a Red-Jewelled Black Widow Priestess Queen. Yuki looked up to no one and certainly didn’t bow to them; refused to bow to this woman who would hold ambitions to rule the Realm of Terreille, particularly as she was no Queen.

The stone was hot beneath her bare feet and her sweat stung the lacerations in her wrists and ankles as the chains binding her legs clanged as she walked. It felt like the longest walk of her life as she moved up those stairs with all the grace she could muster through her sore body. Still every bit the well-bred Lady she was despite her dirty and knotted hair, soiled, smelly clothing and bare, dirt-smeared skin. She was a Queen of the Takahashi family, and she would honour her family even in death.

The two young Tacean Queens were led through large double doors that had obviously been designed with intimidation in mind, especially when the large doors simply opened to allow them to pass. Yuki shivered, more from the sudden breeze then from fear, the Black Widow having taken hold of her own emotions. Before the dark doors closed behind her, the Priestess sent out a prayer to the Darkness, begging for its mercy, but doubting she’d get any. Truth be told she feared more for Yume then she did for herself. Yuki had, albeit recently, put her Virgin Night behind her, and her Red would protect her from most other things the High Priestess could do. Her sister had no such protections, and if she survived, Yuki highly doubted that it would be with her Sapphire Jewels intact. It was a painful realization.

They were led through corridors, and Yuki just couldn’t fathom how much the place smelled like fear and death, and she knew that if she was given the time with the walls, what they could tell her would scar her for the rest of her life, and she had no desire to relive the screams and the pain. Their guards led them down a spiralling staircase until Yuki would feel the earth surrounding them – telling her that they were now underground, and that was not something the Queen appreciated at all. Soon the guard opened another set of doors, and the two sisters stepped through the door. *Hold your head high, Yume. You are one of the Takahashi Queens of Tacea.* It was all the advice to her baby sister that Yuki had time for before they were brought before a woman of average height who was toying with a white feathered quill between fingers that were tipped with black nails just as Yuki’s were.

Her dress was a deep red that hugged the vivacious and supple curves of the woman’s body. Long dark hair hung down her back and seemed to glisten against her tanned skin. Her psychic scent said all that Yuki needed to know about who this witch was – Red, and a dual caste, a Black Widow Priestess. The woman was Dorothea SaDiablo, the High Priestess of Hayll and the self-proclaimed ruler of Terreille.

Yuki felt Yume shiver a little, but to the twelve year old’s credit she still managed to keep her head high – even if she did take a small step toward Yuki, the chains around her ankles rattling and betraying the movement. Despite only her sixteen years, the older Queen held herself still, the look on her face imperious as she stared at the back of Dorothea’s head, waiting for the woman to turn around. Her eyes were cold as she kept herself still.

Finally, the High Priestess set her quill down onto her desk, and for some reason the guards around them seemed relieved at the action. “So,” Dorothea said softly, her tone sultry. “You’re the two little Queens I’ve heard so much about. Your uncle was quite forthcoming when telling me about the little Sapphire and Red Queens who were his nieces.” She approached the sisters, and Yume shifted again, putting herself behind her older sister. Yuki wished that she’d have held her ground, but she was only twelve. Dorothea smiled as she observed the younger witch’s fear of her.

Yuki held herself, her dark brown eyes finding the golden ones of the woman who had destroyed her family. Learning that her uncle Iwao had betrayed them was both a shock and yet, as the Queen thought over the last few years she found herself less surprised. May Iwao rot in an early grave.

Dorothea circled the Queens and Yume pressed her herself closer to her sister’s back. As the Priestess passed before her again, Yuki looked down upon her. “Is this how a Priestess greets a Queen that could be Witch?” The words were bold, but Yuki would not pretend to be anything other then what she was. This woman was below her, and all in this room knew the truth of it. She was even below the girl quivering at Yuki's back.

The High Priestess of Hayll’s face gained an ugly look to it as she reached back and slapped Yuki. The Queen’s lips quirked as she continued to look down on the woman. “You may be a Queen, but your life is at my mercy.” Dorothea looked to her guards and appeared as though she was ready to beat something. Then her look changed, it became vindictive. “Do with these two as you wish.”

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Yuki had never been in such pain as she was now, strung between the posts, her arms pulled so tight between them that she wasn’t sure how they’d not been pulled from the sockets. Her beating had long since ended, and she dreaded what her back would look like, probably torn to complete shreds. Almost as bad as the beating was being strung there between the posts, too tired to stand, but not having enough rope to kneel. It was a small torture in and of itself, but what was truly excruciating was when they’d throw the salty water on her back, making her welts and lashes burn unbearably.

More then she was for herself, Yuki was worried about Yume. Despite her position of being denied her Jewels, there was really nothing anyone here could do to destroy her. Yume didn’t have that small comfort. As far as she could tell, nothing had happened to the younger Queen yet, but that made Yuki even more worried – better a random attack then a planned one – the other night had proven that well enough.

Finally, Yuki was cut from the posts, and she fell to her knees, only to be lifted to her feet and dragged back to the cell she was sharing with her sister before she was chained to the wall again. After leaving her the guard made his way over to Yume and picked up her face in his hands. “Such a pretty face,” he said; Yuki snarled.

“Get your hands off of her you filth.”

The Warlord turned and smiled at Yuki. “And what say do you think you have in the matter? You’re just a piece of trash Queen from Tacea.” The male unchained Yume and led her out of the room. Yuki bit into her bottom lip, drawing more of her blood. She was hungry, starving even, her Red having begun to eat at her own body. Damn her moontime! Any other time of the month and she’d bring the walls down around them, but no, she and Yume were trapped because her body had made her an invalid.

Yuki stood against the wall, her chains again too tight for her to sit or even kneel, all she could do was wait, wait and pray to the Darkness that Yume would return to her intact. Yuki used her long nails to cut at her palms, whispering ceremonial words as she did so, giving her blood up in an Offering to Mother Night, praying that she’d spare her sister the pain that the guards could bring down upon her. She prayed like that for an hour, her body perfectly still as the old prayer came from her lips.

Then she felt it, a strong blinding shove against her inner barriers. The Sapphire. Yume! Sweet Darkness YUME! The Black Widow could feel her sister’s panic and fear, feel her pain. *Yuki! It hurts!* No, no, no, no, NO! The bastards were trying to break her. What sort of male could force himself on a twelve year old?

As much as her body protested the use of her power to communicate, she had to; Yume needed her guidance if she was to survive this with her Jewels intact. *Relax, Yu-chan. You must relax.* Through the psychic connection she felt her sister’s fear and pain and it brought tears to her eyes. How could she have let this happen?

*I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. It hurts!* Hell’s fire, Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful, the girl wasn’t relaxing, at this rate she’d retreat so far in to her Self that she’d shatter her own Jewels. The Black Widow could feel her sister through the pain her moontime was causing her.

*Yes, Yume you can. Listen to my voice. You can relax. You’re darker then they are; if you relax they can’t break you.* Her mind voice was strong and calm, and Yuki prayed that her sister could take it and use it as an anchor.

Another cry let out over the psychic thread and more tears leaked down Yuki’s cheeks. *Nee-san! It hurts. Why would anyone want to do this, why do men have spines?* Spines? Not that Yuki had much to compare with, but men didn’t have spines on their … Mother Night! The bastard wasn’t just raping her; he was causing as much pain as he possibly could.

Yuki screamed out as she went into her own too-fast descent, her only thought to do what she could to save her baby sister; her body protesting vehemently the use of her Red power. After reaching the level of the Red, she gathered her power and retreated up to the level of the Sapphire. *Yume, let me in, let me weave my strength to yours!* Generally what Yuki wanted to do would be done by the male during a Virgin Night to prevent the witch from panicking and breaking herself, but all Yume had was Yuki.

She was panicking, sweet Darkness Yuki could feel Yume diving down to her inner web. The younger Queen was going too fast, she was going to… *YUKI!!* Then the mind was gone. Frantically, the Red-Jewelled Queen reached, searching that place where Yume’s mind had always been since the girl had received her own impressive Birthright Jewels. For seven years a mind had been there, and now that place in the Darkness was empty; her sister Broken. The promise of a Sapphire Birthright Queen just snuffed out in an act of bloody violence.

Yuki screamed, a blood-curdling sound, knowing that even though her Jewels were Broken that Yume was experiencing such pain that no woman should know it even existed. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed, cursing at the Darkness that had betrayed her and her family completely. Had they not been good? Had they not followed the old ways? Had they not resisted the taint when everyone else had fallen to it? Mother Night had abandoned them, a family that had always held her honour. In that moment, the Priestess lost her faith in the Darkness. Yuki hung her head against her chest, feeling utterly defeated and drained. She’d failed her baby sister.

It would be hours before the guards, grins on their faces, would return with Yume, depositing the girl on the ground at Yuki’s feet. She was irrevocably broken, not just in Jewels, but the Black Widow could feel her sister walking Twisted paths the likes of which she’d not been meant to tread. The girl curled up at Yuki’s feet, wrapping her arms around her broken body and shivering. The Queen could see the shattered shards of her sister’s Jewels in their setting about her neck. Her clothing was gone, lost to those monsters, her skin covered in bruises and lacerations, and between her legs – Yuki had never seen so much blood, it covered her completely, still bleeding freely. She wanted to hold her sister, try and calm her, do what little Healing she could manage. Instead she as chained to the wall, incapable of offering her sister any comfort, was forced to stand there as Yume’s life’s blood continued to flow from her body. Why wouldn’t it stop? Tears streamed down her face. Had those bastards damaged the inside of her little body so badly?

Yuki did the only thing she could do, she offered her sister calming, warm words as she started singing their mother’s lullaby again. She sang until her voice was hoarse and the last breath was expelled from Yume’s broken body.

Celebrity: Geisha Fan I and Geisha Fan II by Kedralynn.


Player Name: Crystal
Jewel Rank: Red
Plans for this Character: (Will include reasons for both Birthright and castes) Yuki comes form a powerful and old line, and not just through her maternal lineage but through her paternal lineage as well. So while she is obviously the culmination of what her family line could produce, she is no accident; not the first Red Birthright, nor the first triple caste, even if she is the first triple caste Queen in the long aristo family's history.

Yuki would have needed her Red to survive her captivity with Dorothea, anything less would have lead to a Breaking, if not (and more likely) death. A Queen, even Broken is still a Queen after all. She'd have been denied her Craft, but still would have exuded that pull that the members of the Blood feel bound to serve. There's no way the High Priestess of Hayll would have allowed such a witch to survive if she could have destroyed her.

As stated below in my reasons for the Black, I plan on taking Yuki through a "Witch Plot" as it were, and for that she obviously needs to be a Queen. Beyond that, however, each of her castes play a large part in who this witch is, where she's been, and what she can become. Had she not been a Queen, she'd likely not have found herself before Dorothea, and without being a Black Widow, she'd likely have quickly overdosed and killed herself within the first months of her captivity, quickly taking far too much of her drugs to get the high for her Red. Being a Priestess who was trained in the old ways, Yuki has a very strong tie to the Darkness and has had such since before she even received her Red Jewels, and a woman with such close ties to the Darkness is a good candidate to show people their way again.

I've also chosen the castes of Black Widow and Priestess to compliment her Queen because they were Dorothea's castes. Long since people have had distrust of Widows, Hayll having put themselves in people's minds as the only safe places for Widows to train and not become menaces. And while the Priestesses weren't discredited and made into things of fear as the Widows were, because Dorothea was one, the survivors of Jaenelle's Purge in Terreille would probably have a fear of the caste that communes with the Darkness and performes the Blood's sacred rites. In order to aid in restoring balance and faith to the Blood, Yuki would need to be a Black Widow and Priestess and a Queen.
Previous Petitions: None

Requested Offering: Black
Reason for Requested Offering: As discussed with Kristen and Kitty, I believe the Realm of Terreille would be the perfect to see Witch, the Black-Jewelled Queen (though not Dreams Made Flesh like Jaenelle, just the myth of the Black). People would be panicking after Jaenelle's Purge of the tainted Blood, and in Terreille that would have been by the thousands. People would have felt a huge wash of power and then people would have just dropped dead or been Broken. Witch rising out of the ashes of such a catastrophic event would bring some people hope, and, considering how the myth of Witch seems to have been butchered in Terreille, fear in others. This sort of plot could bring quite the life to Terreille, and, despite her vices and scars, Yuki was raised with Protocol and holds it close to her heart and would be a good person to help lead people out of the night.

Requested Caste: Black Widow Priestess Queen
Plans for this Character: See above.