In the land of Elinthorth, four kingdoms claim the land. The kingdoms began during the early years of the land. Centuries ago, there was only one kingdom. It was the Kingdom of Elinthorth, named after the land and King Elinthorth who founded the land. The kingdom was at first a nice peaceful place but evil began to rise. A dark force slipped it's way into the kingdom. The only way to save his land was to take a risk and get help from the dragons. Even though the dragons are known to be unstable creatures that can either love you or attack you, they are extremely loyal to whom they choose. Elinthorth was able to gain the dragon's trust and was given their blessing. This mysterious dark foe was defeated and the kingdom went back to peaceful life. The only bad thing that happened was that the dragons became more scarce as a lot of them died as they fought darkness. Soon the king's wife gave birth to four sons, something that is said to be impossible. Their names were Maddox, Pendron, Alis'tara, and Xaamir. Each child was gifted in a certain set of skills. Maddox was a child gifted in the magical arts. Pendron was a strong and big warrior skilled in the warrior arts like swordsmanship. Alis'tara was a lanky and swift archer who could go unnoticed and attack you when you are not looking. Then Xaamir was skilled in magic like Maddox, but his magic was more violent and hurtful towards people. Some people claim he is a child of darkness, but his father refused to admit it. Years later when they were grown up, tensions began to rise. They were all the same age, and all in the running to be the next king. Elinthorth was scared of fighting between his family happening, so he did the unthinkable. On his death bed he called his four sons in and each gave of  them a part of the blessing from the Dragon King. The blessing was a part of the Dragon King's soul, meaning they are now connected to the dragons. He then told them that the consequence of their tensions and his inability to choose an heir to his throne means he will be splitting the kingdom up. Maddox was given the southern land, Pendron was given the eastern side, Alis'tara was granted the west side, and Xaamir was given the north. He also placed a charm but also a curse on them. The blessing of the Dragon King's soul that they were given, bounds their soul to one of the Dragon King's offspring. Their soul is now intertwined with one of the Dragon King's offspring, meaning if someone dies, they both die. They will have to learn to control their dragon and learn to use their powers. He did this so the four brothers can protect their kingdoms. Then when they die, the blessing will be passed on to a random descendent of their family and that family member will take over with a newly born  dragon. The newly born dragon is born into egg form the day of the family member who inherited the blessing is born. They then hatch when they are young children.
What happens centuries later when each kingdom's oldest child inherits the blessing? What happens when tensions begin to rise within the four kingdoms as something dark begins to seep its way out again? Can these four teenagers of the royal families cope with a war as they try to understand their dragons and themselves?

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Name: Princess Jenavira Maddox Age: 17 Gender: Female Kingdom: The Kingdom of Maddox Bio: Jenavira was the first born of the present king and queen of The Kingdom of Maddox. Since she is a decedent of Maddox her family caries the Dragon Blessing, which she inherited. It was a surprise to the kingdom since very few females inherit the gene. This would mean that she would not be a normal princess when she grows up. It is her duty to become one with her dragon and fight of the evil that could take down her dragon. She first leaned that she inherited the blessing when she had a dream about herself grown up and riding on a dragon. The next morning she found a baby dragon hatching out an egg on her window sill. At first the dragon was a companion to her like a pet or friend, but soon as they both grew older she began to fear it. She them struggled with training her dragon at first but she soon got better, but she still has some problems and struggles. Looks: Jenavira has a round face and stands average height. She is also more on the curvier side. She has long and slightly wavy/frizzed brown hair and usually wears it in a long braid or let's loose. She usually wears a black leather tunic with black red tights and black boots. She wears her black fingerless gloves and carries a satchel with her at all times. Abilities/Weapons:Being a descendent of Maddox, Jenavira is skilled in magic. She manly used elemental magic, specially fire and ice. She also has an interest in enchanting but lacks the ability to make weapons. Dragon's Name: Karac Dragon's Look/Personality/Abilities: Click, and also Karac has blue eyes Karac was born a very calm dragon and was always playful with Jenavira when they were young. When they grew older Karac began to be more bold an aggressive as his powers matured. It made Jenavira more fearful of him till later when she got used to him and learned that he wants to be a strong fighting dragon. This put a rift during Jenavira and him during their early trainings. Karac is a dragon skilled in magic like her and breathes blue fire most of the time. She shares a bond with her dragon where she can channel her magic through him. This gives him to use her magical abilities with her when they are in combat. It can fly very high because it has a huge wing span. The bond they do share is like their souls are magically connected to the point where she could transfer her magic through him or her soul. Other Things: Jenavira tends to be a bit more on the shy side to certain people that may give her weird vibes.

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King of The Maddox Kingdom: Queen of The Maddox Kingdom: Princes and Princesses of The Maddox Kingdom:

King of The Pendron Kingdom: Queen of The Pendron Kingdom: Princes and Princesses of The Pendron Kingdom:

King of The Alis'tara Kingdom: Queen of The Alis'tara Kingdom: Princes and Princesses of The Alis'tara Kingdom:

King of The Xaamir Kingdom: Queen of The Xaamir Kingdom: Princes and Princesses of The Xaamir Kingdom:

Name: Princess Ivory Alis'tara Age:16 Gender: Female Kingdom: Alis'tara Bio: Ivory was not the first born child of the King and Queen of Alis'tara. She had a older unnamed brother, however he was born as a stillborn infant. Ivory was born next and therefore inherited the dragon blessing. Ivory considers herself lucky, for she knew that if her stillborn brother had survived he would have gotten the dragon blessing instead. Ivory has four younger siblings, three brothers and one sister. Her little sister is being raised a young lady, and while she enjoys it Ivory is very glad that she gets to fight evil instead. She is more of a tom boy, but enjoys dressing up for speical events. Ivory met her dragon Retor when she discovered the egg sitting inside her treehouse hideout. He hatched in her hands and the two have been friends ever since. However while Retor has become more responsible and serious, Ivory still loves playing tricks on the castle staff, her family, friends, her villagers, and of course Retor. Her cat Luna is her partner in crime, reporting things to Ivory by bringing back clues with her. Looks: http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXLhkE5gntbS13VN3F5zahCovfrBGjp8IaVSnYqS-4bFumBgSW Abilities/Weapons: Bow and Arrows, is very light footed, sneaky and mischievous. Ivory is really good a puzzles, and figuring out challenges. However she lacks strength and has no magical abilites at all. Dragon's Name: Retor Dragon's Look/Personality/Abilities: http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRuz7aS4zlRgJs8-JHsq4l8-aMQ_bPwoNhaMPYBdCKYHC5aA9h2 Retor as a young hatchling was a happy, playful dragon who loved going along with any game Ivory could come up with. However the older he got the more serious he became and now scolds her more than he helps her. Ivory has gone to a point where she doesn't tell Retor of her schemes anymore because she knows he will inform her parents. Retor can breathe green flames and his claws are covered in deadly amounts of poison. Other Things: Ivory owns a black cat named Luna who Retor seems to be able to communicate with. Luna helps Ivory create mischief, and is known to be Ivory's extra pair of eyes.

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Name: Prince Lucius Blackwell Xaamir Age: 20 Gender: Male Kingdom: Xaamir Bio: Is a very bitter and callous person who lived a rather hard and difficult life. Being the first born, he was quickly deprived for his childhood and began his training to be the next king and the next person in line to bare the title of Dragon blessed. He was heavily drilled in knowledge, kingship, swordsmanship, logic, and destructive magic and began preparation for the arrival of his dragon. But when his dragon finally appeared in the form of a meek hatchling…he was met with disappointment. Apparently instead of getting a normal, powerful dragon with a massive wingspan was a black sheep of its kind. His dragon turned out to be a drake: a wingless dragon born to never know the love of flying. Hayden, who was raised to never bring shame upon his family, was utterly embarrassed by his own dragon and nearly resented her for it until he realize that he stuck with her for good. Because of his dragon’s disability he was force to train twice as hard with her. Eventually, he learn to accept his dragon and even respect her as she strive to prove herself that she is just as tough as any other dragon. Looks: Has short slick back hair that is a black as that cold heart of his and had fierce red eyes that is gravely off putting and only worsens his kingdoms reputation for being rumored to be dark and cruel. He is a very fit and masculine young man who is very clean looking but wears military suits and uniform instead of the usual royal finery so at times people mistake him to be a young commanding officer and not a prince until someone tells them or Shadow is with him. Abilities/Weapons: He has an enchanted sword and is well verse in magic, especially keen in dark magic. Dragon's Name: Shadow (because she follows Hayden almost everywhere) Dragon's Look/Personality/Abilities: Was born as a very misfortunate dragon, upon her hatching she was born without wings and has heavily stigmatized for it, even by Hayden till he learn to accept her. Back then she was a very skittish hatchling and was wounded greatly by what people thought of her and what she is. Even though he did resent her at first she force herself to bond with Hayden and was relieved he was willing to look pass her flightlessness and work with her. Eventually she became a rather fierce and very strong dragon who is very obediently only towards her partner Hayden and very cross towards her own kind, almost to the point she declines to even associate with them. She is very mature and vigilant but is all to eager to prove how strong she is towards to any rising upstart. She is a very, very large and very burly dragon who is physically fit and in top shape, but is still a bit smaller than normal dragons. She is malleable with Lucius magic and can be temporarily altered. Breathes red electricity and is resilient to most ailments. Other Things: He is a very strict and well-disciplined person who is usually a major buzz kill. He likes things to be organized, clean and dealt logically…but he also wants things to go his way or else. He upholds honor in his kingdom and will do anything to prove his kingdom is the best…that he is the best.

Name: Princess Sheike Pendron Age: 17 Kingdom: Pendron Bio: Though Sheike was the oldest, and given the Blessing, Sheike was an outsider. Sheike didn't want the Blessing at first, she wanted to choose logic over everything. Sheike was not like her siblings. She did not care for the galas and suitors, in fact, she has turned down every single suitor. The one thing she believed in was logic. She believed that emotions are important. While she appears emotionless, she really just has a VERY tight grip on her emotions. Sheike also has BREATHTAKING anger issues when provoked, as she always acts with violence. Then she was given the blessing in the form of a dragon named Elucius. The dragon got Sheike to open up to him. Even then, Sheike still does not show emotions often and when she does, it is only around Elucius. Unlike the rest of her family, Sheike was born small, not big and strong like her siblings. Looks: Sheike has long black hair, with cold black eyes to match. Sheike has pale skin and a voluptuous figure, but not too heavy. She is only 113 pounds and stands 5'7 in height. Sheike tends to wear more masculine clothes, such as pants, and shirts, and trenchcoats. Tends to wear black. (appearance is on my HA) Abilities: Sheike is a good magic user but only uses it as a last resort, because the use of magic is looked down upon in her land. Sheike specializes in the more offensive magic. Elucius taught her dragon magic as well. However, due to an accident when making a spell, Sheike accidentally stopped her aging process, meaning she can't age, but she can die. Sheike has immense precision when it comes to shooting a bow or throwing a knife. Sheike never misses. Sheike was also trained in assassination, military tactics, and is also the best sword-wielder in all of Pendron. Sheike also knows 113 ways of killing someone without using a weapon. Sheike knows how to wield every weapon you can think of. Sheike has a tendency to scare people as her footsteps have no noise. Sheike usually will try to talk things out but she will kill if talking is not an option, so do not underestimate her. Sheike wields a black bladed rapier and a belt of poison throwing knives. Sheike, being a Pendron, knows sword fighting styles from every land, making her a powerful foe. Dragon: Elucius Dragon's looks: Elucius has a black, serpent-like body with wings with red eyes, and a charcoal gray underbelly. Elucius met Sheike when she was 13-years old. He was a hatchling but he still knew that Sheike needed him. Elucius got Sheike to open up her shell a little more and she only shows emotion around him. Elucius and Sheike are so close they have a bond, if he dies, Sheike dies. If he gets hurt, Sheike does too, and vice versa. When flying, Elucius gives her dragon sight, so she will see what he sees, Sheike's eyes turn red and have a slit pupil like Elucius's. Elucius breathes a black, shadow-like fire, and has two ways of flight. Flight with wings, and shadow jumping. Shadow jumping means that he goes to a reverse world and there are portals connected to every place in the world. Elucius can also turn into shadows himself, and he can change his size so he can be wrapped around Sheike's shoulder, or be massive and intimidating. Elucius is VERY protective of Sheike. Other info: Sheike is most likely to be found outside in nose-deep in a book, with Elucius's massive body curled around her, in the library with Elucius on her shoulder, or in a tree reading.

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[: What is the literacy level here? I prefer at least semi-lit to lit RPs. If this is, I'd like to reserve the Princess of Pendron and the Pendron Dragon-Blessed.]

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Jenavira was sitting on top of Karac's back in the hallway of The Castle Of Elinthorth. The Castle Of Elinthorth was located in Neo-Elinthorth, a buffer zone in the middle of the land. It is the original capitol city of Elinthorth before the kingdom's were split. It was a small circle of land but looked huge within it's boundaries since the city part of it was full of large castles and buildings. When the kingdom was split, most of the people didn't want to leave the lavish capitol so the four brother's decided to leave the city untouched. They let it be a neutral buffer zone where they could all meet if they needed to. Their father's younger brother, Corintoth by a two years served as the king. In the beginning he was kinda like a father to the boys as they ruled their kingdoms but slowly backed away and became a more a mediator if needed. He lived in The Castle Of Elinthorth which was the original castle were King Elinthorth and his family lived. Nowadays Neo-Elinthorth is the same as ever but worse, they are a kingdom full of people that live a lavish and party filled lifestyle. Lots of drinking and over indulgences in material things like clothing and jewelry. The reason why Jenavira was in the hallway of the castle was because the people get a kick out of the royal family shenanigans. She was at a gala that celebrates The Dragon Blessed when they are of age, that is what is in the beginning but nowadays it is for the people of Elinthorth to watch. They just wanted to see the royal family eat and maybe be a little dramatic. She felt it was extremely stupid. This time since the four blessed are all of the similar age, so to make it interesting they are having on big one with each four. The worst part about this is that every royal family will try to out due themselves all the time. The entrance into the grand ballroom was important, it had to be the best and out due the other family. The funny part was that it wasn't even judged, which made her think it was all childish. It was all about looking good and the best in front of the people.

Jenavira sat on top of Karac who had been gussied up for the special event. She felt bad for him that he to go through torture like that. They scrubbed him hard to the point where she thought his scales would be scrapped off. He wasn't even that dirty to begin with. The filed his claws to make them nice and sharp in shape, and added some pretty gaudy armor on him. It had all these crazy shapes melted into the metal and sticking up, and they had all these different patterns painted on. She felt bad that they were treating them like dress up dolls. Jenavira had to go through two days worth of beauty unnecessary beauty treatment. She was fine with looking nice but they had gone extreme with her. What was even worse was the hours of rehearsals for a one minuete show. Since her kingdom's was very magic based they planned to pretty much put on a pretty and sparkling magic show. Her arm had gotten so tired from doing the same spells over and over again till it was deemed "perfect" to her parents. She looked around the hallway and saw the rest of her family and the performers doing some last minuete rehearsals. She saw her two twin teenaged cousin stretching with three other performers for their magical aerial contortionist routine. She saw her aunts,uncles, and siblings rehearsing with her kingdom's court wizard and his pupils their magic for their part. She saw her two other male cousins practice their spell breathing, by breathing out small flames and small gusts of frost. Then in the back she saw her parents sitting on their magically floating thrones with proud faces. As she looked around she went through everything that was about to happen in her head. Her family was going second after the Pendrons. She was in her her big flowing dress of purple and blue satin with a metallic finish that would flow everywhere when she does her tricks with her magic and her dragon. She had her crown with her hair hanging down all wavy. Her dress was at least a little bit better then some of the clothing her family and performers were wearing. Her kingdom took a liking to a bit more flashier and different type outfits. They looked like a colorful and sparkling traveling circus pretty much. At this point all she did was think about the whole routine. The contortionists would start as the the spell breathers started breathing magic, the court wizard and her other family members would coming and begin circling around her as she entered in with Karac as the center of the routine, once they were all finished, her parents would enter in on floating thrones. She absolutely couldn't wait till it was over. Especially Karac who just wanted to kick off his armor and fly off somewhere. "Easy Karac, it is almost over, I promise after this you will have a nice meal..." She said trying to calm him down by rubbing his neck calmly. "We both know this is a waste of time!" He said to her. "I know, but I have to make mom and dad happy, I promise later in the night we will relax and watch the night sky..." She said to him.

What Sheike is wearing to the party is on my HA. Except for the spirits.

Sheike prepared for her big entrance with her family. The Pendrons were going to wow the crowd with their swordsmanship. Sheike practiced with her family like a good little princess, with the promise of a midnight flight with Elucius. Now, Sheike sat on the back of her flying companion, contemplating when the night would end. Her family were such imbeciles. They really think waving swords around will be enough against the Maddox family's magic? Sighing, Sheike wondered if anyone would notice if she just slipped out of the room. Nevertheless, Sheike had her sword at the waist, as she and her family walked out to the ballroom, with her family being the first to make an entrance. Targets had been set up for the Pendrons.

Sheike slid off the dragon and watched her siblings and parents attempt to amaze the crowd with their ruthless hacking at the targets. She decided to do something different. "Set up the targets again." said her father gruffly.

The targets were set up again. Sheike slowly drew her rapier, its black blade glinting. Sheike slowed her breathing. Her eyes closed, her senses heightened. As a Pendron, the senses are heightened to the point where it was almost inhuman. Sheike heard everything around her. Her eyes opened and Sheike lunged. Her blade sliced cleanly through the practice dummy. Shrike turned and was nothing but a black blur as she decapitated the next dummy. The next target was 20 feet away. Using her lithe body, Sheike did a series of acrobatics and sliced the target in half. Sheiks sheathed her rapier but she wasn't done yet.

Fingering her throwing knives, she spotted a 10 yards away. Sheike grabbed one and she threw it. Knife hit dead center in the head. Sheike never misses. Ever. Even her own family knows that. Sheike threw a few more knives, and prepared for her grand finale. There was one more target, a hundred feet away. Sheike ran up the wall, back flipped in mid air, and drew her sword. She grabbed onto the chandelier, gasps were heard from the crowd, swung in the direction of the target and flipped off the chandelier. Sheike did a few more acrobatics, and finally sliced the target in midair, landing in a feral crouch.

Ivory loved parties. They were a nice change to what she was used to and anything was better than sitting around the study listening to her old boring tutor drone on about the history of the kingdom. Plus she got to wear pretty clothes. She had on a knee length green dress that was supposed to match the color of her dragon's scales. Her long wavy dark brown hair was straightened and curled again to look neat, and they had added mascara, lipstick and eyeliner on her face. Her shoes were silver flats with lace of ribbons that went up to her ankles. She had a silver studs in her ears and a arrow necklace around her neck. This was the perfect opportunity to sneak off and meet some cute boys. Since there was only one male dragon child the three kingdoms of Maddox, Pendron and Alis'tara, had been competing for their daughters to marry the Xaamir guy. Ivory knew he was about twenty, only four years older than her. She hadn't seen him since they were all smaller but she remembered being the prettier one of the three girls. She could win him over if she had too.

Their kingdom would make their grand entrance right after the Maddox kingdom. Showing off was not a something family did often. When deploying troops for battle her father would focus mainly on defense and then hide a bunch of archers in the surrounding area to catch enemies off guard. Their army did their job well, sneakily and quickly not to cause any unwanted attention. Why get into a fight and get hurt when you can just hide and kill people off in their sleep? That just didn't make sense to her. "Ivory! Princess Ivory!" Ivory looked up from the table which she was leaning on to see her lady in waiting Carol running up to her. "Princess where have you been?! I've been looking all over for you! You haven't been playing tricks or pick-pocketing people again have you?" she added more sternly. Ivory laughed and fluttered her eye lashes playfully. "Maybe I have maybe I haven't. You'll never know!" she giggled.

Carol sighed, made her get off the bench and escorted her to where she was supposed to be; on Retor's back. It was also the last place Ivory wanted to be. Retor tried to control her more than Carol did and she missed the days when he was fun to be around. When she arrived she saw Retor's green scales glimmering like emeralds and he had special guards on his claws. 'That's good at least he wont poison anyone' she thought to herself. Retor scowled when he looked at her. 'That's not very nice Ivory' he whined in her head. 'Oh hush you. Stop whining and perk up. This is the most action we've had in weeks.' As Ivory climbed on Retors back she noticed her cat Luna sitting on top of his head. "Hello Luna! Are you going to sit with us? Yes you are, Yes you are!" Retor growled. 'Must that thing join us?' Ivory frowned again. 'Luna is not a thing Retor. Be nice.' she thought back as she nuzzled her cat.

Jenavira was calming down Karac the best she could, this was just something they both didn't want to do. She also knew that her knowing her family, their whole entrance will be this over the top hurricane of sparkles and bright fabric. She just couldn't wait till it was all over, the ball and everything. She looked forward for later tonight after the ball. She read stories from the diaries of her ancestors who were dragon blessed like her and learned about all their traditions. She read how at every coming of age ball for the dragon blessed, all four royal families spend the night in The Castle of Elinthorth. She read how everything one of her ancestors that was dragon blessed would sneak out into the late night to the highest tower's roof and watch the night sky. The three other dragon blessed from the other kingdoms would also be there to. They would hang out and talk about a whole plethora of things into the early morning. They would talk about things like the unique abilities they have formed with their dragon or just there home life. She was hoping the other dragon blessed would come to the tower to so she could really get to meet them all properly. She was really hoping to meet the one from the Xaamir family since he was magically skilled like her. Her family tended to control what magic she can and cannot learn and what she could train in. She was hoping to make friends with him and learn spells he may know that she doesn't know.

Soon her focus went to the Pendron family's entrance. She heard the current king of Elinthorth, King Gafarth announce them. " Presenting from the East lands, The Pendron Kingdom and their Dragon Blessed Princess Sheike Pendron!" He yelled and the citizens of Elinthorth who were rich or important enough to attend the ball were clapping. She watched from the crack in the big double doors, as the family entered in. She watched as the family came marching in with their weapons and sharp swords. They were just like the stories she had heard of the family. The came in marching bold like honorable knights that live by their swords. She saw as the family broke out into a mock battle. Such gracefulness and precision they had as they demonstrated their skills in weaponry and combat. She wished that she could learn how to use a sword and be able to enchant it. Weaponry and Enchanting was something she would have to wait to learn since her parents want her to focus on getting her magic up to par first. They claim enchanting is far to "advanced" for her, but yet when she sees other people do it, it looks very simple. The crowd was going wild in their drunken hazes as they watched the Pendron's preform. Then when the dragon blessed came in, who was the princess, stood out. She wasn't wearing the usual overly made dress, she was wearing something more masculine but she still looked pretty. She stepped off her serpent like dragon and began to perform solo and show her skills. She could tell this girl had been trained in the ways of the battle field from a young age. Her swordsmanship and movements where so sharp, it really made he get a chill down her spine. She knew this girl can kill. When she finished with her routine she could hear the crowd going wild. It was now time for her family to enter.

"Presenting, from the South lands, The Maddox Kingdom and their dragon blessed Princess Jenavira Maddox!" The King yelled. After that it was their cue and the guards opened up the double doors for her family to enter. A trio made up off a violist, a Bodhrán drum player, and a flutist playing a wooden flute started playing music to the side of the door as the family entered in. Her twin cousins lead the family in as the began to dance and do acrobatics/contortions with other performers backing them up. They were in bight female jester outfits with elaborate face paint. As the dance, they used magic to make waves of rainbows follow their arms as they moved them. Seconds later that would turns into sparkles as the twirled around and started flying around up in the air and around the guests and continued with their routine of making sparkles and rainbows fly everywhere. As they continued on, two of her other male cousins who were dressed in leather pants and short blue sparkling vests with gold jewelry began to breathe different colores of hot flames and cold icy frosts. As that happend you could see the other members of her family including her aunts, uncles, and siblings running through and preform an elaborate series of stringed together spells with the court wizard and his students. The spels had them doing things from all angles of the room as the ran and flew every where. They were all in very elaborate and colorful costumes and makeup that look like a fashion show for a circus. The King and Queen came in flying thrones down the middle of the room. The jumped of their thrones and shed their robes with less heavier clothing under them. They then preformed a shortened version of the dance of love and magic. A dance between to lovers who share their magic with each. Then the family gathered around Jenavira and Karac as they made there entrence. As they continued on with their magic Jenavira began to fly up into the air with Karac. Her long satan sparkly dress was flowing in the air as she flew around doing small graceful dances on his back while doing spells. The rinestones and metalic makeup on her faced shined in the light and her wavy hair just blew in the breeze. She did things like standing up on Karac and doing a circle of blue flames around. She did all kinds of different spells and movements on his back ash rode him around. Soon the big finale had come to finish it off. The fly dancers and acrobatics/contortionists began to fly around her in a circle in the air. They then grabbed a hold of her open arms and pulled the outside her flowing dress around her arms to reveal a white short dress with big rhinestones. She sat up straight on Karacs back and she began to absorb the magic the rest her family was blasting her. She then began to glow and release this big ball of magical energy along with Karac who was breathing the magic out as well. Soon it exploded all over the ballroom to fly sparkles, Karac then blew out an icy mist to make them shine more. Then Karac flew down slowly to the ground as Jenavira staid in the same position on his back. When the smok cleared up you could see Karac on the floor and Jenavira on the same postion with the whole family and its performers standing all around Karac in some kind of mystical pose.

“Stand straight, look sharp and whatever you do: Don’t embarrass us!”

“Yes father.”

Lucius remembered the sharp talk he had with his father as they all prepared for the great ball to come. The black haired, red-eyed young man made sure to neatly slick back his hair. Though all kingdoms implore to wear the most ravishing threads money can by, Lucius was declined to wear a militaristic outfit that made him look too much like a commanding officer with his red military jactet that bore the pin of the family crest, black slacks and boots. He also had his sword with him by his side, though the Xaamir also babbled in magic like the Maddoxes, though they tend to lean towards the darker side of things than they do, Lu brought it upon himself to have at least some training in swordplay while he continued to study laboriously in magic, kingship and dragon training with his Shadow. Much of the entirety of his life studying, training, practicing you man it, it was really rare for him to actually have fun during his downtime, he usually spends much of it resting or doing even more studying and training for his future greatness.

Shadow was also was looking her best, but it did not matter what she wore. When you are a wingless dragon destined with a Dragon cursed, you’ll always be the negative gossip of the party. Sure she was a huge beasty, easily toward her master, but she was still a smidge smaller than her winged drake brethren since her body wasn’t built from flight and she was just as strong, who knows maybe she could be stronger than one of the other dragons. She wore a pretty basic armor that did not flash how fancy she was, much to the king’s dismay, this was real defensive armor made to protect her and keep her unrestricted, armor that can actually be used in real fights… that is if another dragon actually challenged her while they were at the party.

By the time they were all dressed and ready the made great hast to arrive there before anyone could hold suspicion over them. His father was particularly sensitive to what others thought of his kingdom for he is one of the main few who boast of its greatness nearly more than anyone else there. They came with their own set of guards. Lucius rode on top of Shadow as they marched forth and made their entrance. They had no desire to preform today but many suspected that Lucius would participate in the magical ceremony with the Maddox Princess…that if he cares to actually do so.

“Hmph their defenses are too slack, they should post more guards around!” Grunted his father as he dismounted his horse and gave it to one of the stable hands.

“This wasn’t meant to be a dangerous gathering. It just something the others call fun. Besides they have more than enough guards out” Lucius said as he go off of Shadow and walked her inside.

“Still, they need at least something, too many important people here, like the dragon blessed. What would they do if any one of you dies? That is…they are not worth protecting like you are. I heard they slack off too much from training.”

King Orfious of Xaamir was a rather impatient and cold man. Deep within his 60s he was really getting on in his years for his extremely short hair and beard was graying to white. He has more deep lines in his face and eyes that a person wearing a wrinkled shirt. Clearly he showed his age terribly and his slight sickness tends to cause others to worry that he might drop soon now but so far he’s still proving them wrong.

As they all entered the announcer called out their arrival.

“Presenting King Orfious of Xaamir, Princess Lucius the Dragon Protégé and the Drake Dragon Shadow and all of their followers!”

After the Maddox kingdom's opening, Sheike's head pricked up at the announcement of the Xaamir Prince making an appearance. Sheike hated the Prince with a passion. When they had first met, he had been little, as was she. Lucius and her had duels, being the oldest of the four Blessed. He had beaten her and told her she was weak and she would never improve. Ever since then, Sheike has trained to the point of near perfection. Yes, he was skilled in magic, but now, she can and will show him she was strong.

Sheike walked up to the Xaamir Prince. "Lucius. It has been too long." Sheike said in her cold, emotionless voice.

Yo chica! There seems to be a horrible lacking in other characters for the other kingdoms. If you don't mind, I will begin to fill out the skellies for the King of Maddox, the Queen of Alis'Tara, and the Princess of Pendron (because girls never seem to get enough love). I'll edit this once I get your confirmation and when I actually fill out the skellies!

Name: King Errol Maddox Age: 47 Gender: male Kingdom: Maddox Bio: He was born to be King and trained for it his whole life. He mastered swordsmanship and archery, he learned tactics and also learned to trust his self. As a child, Errol was cunning, and as a king he was wise. During his childhood, the Maddox Kingdom was troubled and Errol remembered the worry and heartache his mother and father went through. There were assassination attempts on the king, many rebellions, kidnapping attempts on Errol and his brothers, and his younger brother, Rowan, was murdered before Errol's eyes when he was twelve. As a young man, Errol was made General of his own army and fought many battles against rebellious nobles and peasants, was captured at one point and tortured, escaped his captors and returned to his army, sat at peace talks and helped his father make crucial decisions regarding peace making with the rebels.The people of the land had high hopes for Errol when he became king. Errol had been betrothed to a young noble when he was young. The wedding had been put on hold as he entered into battle himself and his betrothed had almost been given away to a younger man when he was captured and thought dead. As peace time came, so did his father's death. Errol's father had had many hardships through his own life and as the wars within the kingdom came to a close, so did his life. Errol was given the throne on his father's deathbed and within the mourning of the people there was also celebration for the new king. Errol was troubled when he learned his daughter, Jenavira, would be the next in line to be Dragon Blessed. He remembered the dangers he had faced as a young man and knew that his daughter would face even more terrible dangers with the dragon alone, heaven forbid something terrible happen to the kingdom during her lifetime. Errol was tough with his daughter for her whole life, leaving the doting to the Queen. He wanted to make Jenavira as prepared for life as a Dragon Blessed as possible, so he knows that many times he probably came off as harsh. He is still king today. Looks: Errol. Errol stands at 6 feet. He wears mostly plain and dark clothing. Around his own home, when there were no parties, galas, or other things, he usually wore clothing that made him look like he was about to go on a hunt (which he still does and is quite fond of). Even when dignitaries or ambassadors from other kingdoms are visiting, he only wears slightly nicer, mostly unused clothing. Now, if there are parties, or galas, or such things, he will don his more kingly wears, mostly brighter colored clothing and a long cape instead, but still in the same style of his hunting clothes. Abilities/Weapons: He is a veteran swordsman and can spar with the best of them. Errol was trained by a court wizard as a boy. His library is full of spell books, both new and ancient, and he has committed himself to memorizing at least the most important ones. His favorite spell, though one of the simpler ones, enables him to look through the eyes of his falcon, Rowan. Other Things: Errol walks with a limp, his scepter also being his cane. His left leg was badly damaged during his capture and torture as a young man. Errol has a pet falcon named Rowan, in memory of his brother. It has been with Errol since his campaigns against the rebels and has lived longer than most other falcons. Though known as the wise king, Errol is also known to have a temper and has little patience with a foolish person. Errol is not close-minded but he does like to stick with what he is comfortable with and does not readily open up for change. He has to be proven that any kind of change is good before he accepts it. Errol still has nightmares of the night Rowan was killed. He is wary of the nobles in his kingdom (because of the number of them rebelling against his father as a boy) and keeps a very close eye on them. It is hard to gain his trust.

Name: Queen Isabel Alis'tara Age: 35 Gender: female Kingdom: Alis'tara Bio: Amelia was born into a noble family and was betrothed at a young age to the prince of the land. She was officially married to the now king at age sixteen. At seventeen, tragedy struck when she delivered a still born prince. She and her husband were racked with grief and that grief still plagues her to this day. Sadly, Isabel became suicidal for a short time because of the loss and had to be locked away in her room for months. The King and his council have done well to keep this information on a need-to-know basis. Very few people outside the castle know this information, save for royalty in the other kingdoms. However, after that one tragedy, she was given many miracles. At nineteen, she delivered a beautiful princess, Ivory, and afterword she would have many other, healthy children. She takes her part as Queen very seriously. She is her husband's foundation and when he is away to other kingdoms, she stays at the castle and maintains order over her people and kingdom. When she needs to, she will go as diplomat to other kingdoms if her husband is too busy, or if her husband's council thinks it may be too dangerous for the king to leave the kingdom. Isabel is refined and is gifted in art, music, and language. She is well read and well spoken and can beat any man in a battle of words. Looks: Isabel. She has auburn hair and brown eyes. She is not a frail woman and can deal with hardship. She has sleep problems and has bags under her eyes. Abilities/Weapons: While she an okay swordsman, up against a veteran, she would surely lose. She uses her intelligence and cunning to stave off enemies. Her grip on her own emotions also guards against her. Other Things: She is stoic, calm, almost devoid of emotion outside of her family and close friends. She can be very warm and friendly towards her children, husband, and some close friends at times, but for the most part, she is devoid of emotion. This can put a strain on her relationships between her and the people she cares for. In public settings, she is only pleasant enough to keep up relations and please the council. Most of her inner circle is convinced that her stoicism is caused by the early loss of her first baby. She is a good archer and uses the longbow.

Name: Princess Jima Pendron Age: 16 Gender: female Kingdom: Pendron Bio: Jima is the second born child of the King and Queen of Pendron and the younger sibling of Princess Sheike. She was born little more than a year after Sheike. Jima has had a very privileged life, and she knows it. She is loved by her parents and she and most of her siblings get along grandly. She does a princess' duty well and is quite the diplomat when she must be. Jima is quite accomplished in language and painting. To say that Jima despises her sister, Sheike, is not totally true. But, she does not like Sheike. She has never been able to garner any love from her sister and even feels like Sheike despises her. Because of years of neglect from her sister, she holds a tight grudge against her, and at this moment it is even transforming into a vendetta. Jima's better traits are her competitiveness, friendliness, helpfulness, and her curiosity. Her not so good traits are her pigheadedness, her pride, and her rash thinking and decision making. Looks: Jima. When at practice with her longbow or if she is on a hunt, she will wear brown paints, brown boots, and a green tunic with long sleeves clenching at the wrists and a belt. She hair will also be tied up in one braid. She she is not on the field, she will often wear beautiful gowns and jewels, and her hair will either be down or styled in a number of ways. Abilities/Weapons: She has a natural aptitude for swordsmanship and she keeps a dagger on her person at all times (you never know). She is currently trying to master the longbow. Jima is manipulative and will often do whatever she can to get what she wants, and in dire cases she will even hurt the people that she loves. Jima is also cunning, but her rash decision making can often foil this. Other Things: Jima is quite the flirt.

My characters are here mostly to add more depth and enable interactions of the main characters with non-main characters. I'll post when needed.

((We also have a huge dearth in male princes. I mean least face it Lucius is pretty much alone out there. I'm going to change Rifter into a Maddox Prince and make probably make at least one or two more prince characters.))

(( ok that is fine and that would be great to have more males, I'm going to post my update soon also.... your ones are fine, just have to go over some stuff to you over smail. ))

When Jenavira went out of her pose to relax, suddenly the Xaamir Kingdom entered in. They were actually supposed to enter last, but no they entered in right when they were about to announce for the Alis'tara to enter in. They didn't even do a performance, they just marched right in. "I don't understand, how can they just barge in like that an dlet alone not preforming. Why couldn't we just enter in and not do this over the top show?" She said telepathically to her parents down below. Since they were a magical family, they could use magic to communicate with each other telepathically. "We entered in the way we did because that is what we are supposed to do, it is tradition for the Coming of Age Ball For The Dragon Blessed. What they did is disrespectful and does not look good at all for their Dragon Blessed. It is embarrassing to their kingdom. At least we have less competition, we are sure to be the best at this rate." Her mother said telepathically to her. "Mom, this whole thing wasn't necessary, to act like a dress up doll and preform to a bunch of drunks drowning in diamonds." She said telepathically to her. " Jenavira, all you had to do was fly around on Karac's back and perform spells, your father preformed had just preformed a traditional magic dance of love with a limp with me. That is harder than what you had to do, and your father worked hard and did a great job." She said to her telepathically. "Mom, please you don't understand...." she said to her telepathically. "Errol, please explain to your daughter on what it means to represent your kingdom and working hard on presenting yourself for respect.." She said to Errol telepathically.

King Gafarth had come down the the Xaamir family who had just entered in suddenly. "Excuse me, what do you think you are doing! You not only barged in early, but you didn't even preform. You had brought a disrespect to your ancestors and your Dragon Blessed!" The King said to the royal family. "Excuse me, I do not believe Alis'tara's have entered in yet so we are not barging in. Also, we don't have to preform, it isn't required for us to act like a bunch of showy people making like are kingdom is apart of a circus like The Maddox Family over there who are just drenched in sparkles right now." Queen Zariala of The Xaamir Kingdom said. She stood by her husband proud and strong and defending her kingdom, especially her son.

OOC: Okay guys, here i go!

BIC:

After the Pendron family had performed, Jima could not help but glare at her sister, Sheike. She couldn't follow the plan, could she? Why did we even bother setting up and practicing that damn routine if she was just going to do her own thing?, Jima thought to herself. And there it was, the anger in her head, the fire in her belly, the rage towards her sister. She hated Sheike and no, that wasn't too harsh. She hated her sister, he emotionless Dragon Blessed. If asked, Jima would even admit that she didn't believe Sheike was worthy of the title. Oh yes, her jealousy of her sister had been growing since they were children. Jima was never over looked as a child or ignored. In fact the whole house treated the sisters almost the same. It was only her sister who angered her. Jima could not recall a time when her sister had ever shown her any love, as much as Jima had tried to connect with her sister, tried to be like her sister. Eventually, she gave up trying to love Sheike and decided it was much easier to hate her.

Jima clenched her fists and swallowed back any emotions that might have erupted from her. She turned away from Sheike, to angry to look at the other girl, and walked into the crowd. She had seen a handsome fellow looking her way. If she could not love her sister, maybe the handsome fellow would do.

King Errol of Maddox sighed as he listened to his wife and child argue over something he considered absolutely silly. What he wouldn't give just to go back to his own palace and study his spells, spend time with Rowan, or even do silly magic tricks for his daughter and wife, like he had done when they were all younger. They seemed to enjoy it then, but now...it didn't seem like there was enough time in the world to enjoy simple things like that anymore.

At the moment, Errol had to agree with his daughter on the matter at hand. His wife was very over the top at times. She worried far too much of image and lasting impressions; she made his head spin so with all her ideas. He loved her, she was probably the only woman he had ever loved, but for a man who was so simple, he sometimes wondered how he had ever fallen for a woman so complex.

"Jenavira...your mother just wants you to see how important it is we give a good impression of our kingdom to the other kingdoms. Our kingdom...has such a turbulent and troubled past...some people, even today, think that we are a kingdom of rebels with a royal family who cannot control their own people; people still think that we are uncivilized, using trickery and lies to get our means. By doing this we our showing that we are a civilized, cultured people. We are no longer in the dark past of war...but we must prove that to everyone else in the four kingdoms." Errol chose his words carefully, trying his best to not upset daughter nor wife. "Though...that might have just been...a little over the top, dear." He directed the message towards his wife, hoping that she wouldn't take his words too badly.

occ: Sorry I don't think I can finish. I already have two roleplays and I have drivers ed, geo and volleyball over the summer starting next week :( Sorry guys. You can take my characters.

OOC: I still wouldn't mind joining, if it's cool with you. I'll be using someone different obviously though, (assuming hinatagirl doesn't want to take the place of the missing family.) but it shouldn't be too bad since you guys weren't too far in. I can also be some other characters (Seriously, anyone you need) so the main four have other to interact with.

Did you want to be the Alis'tara family?