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10/20/08 - YAY. Everything's going great. We've got almost the entire site set up (except for the king's castle and mainland). I'm excited with how things are going. EVERYONE please attempt to make us a banner. It's bare up there. -points up-
10/15/08 - Ew. I had PSATs today. Anyways so I've finished getting the side and top banners sorted out and now we need an image banner for the top. I urge everyone to enter the contest.
10/12/08 - The forum is created! Yeaaahhh. We already have five members (including myself and my sister; but I'm not complaining). We're getting all the important stuff down and enjoying every minute of it. Or well...I am at least. c:
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So you may have noticed we are lacking images on the front page. WE NEED A BANNER. Thus, we are having a contest. Rules as follows: 1. Image must contain a castle and must be black and white. 2. Image must have "Vie de Chateau" in there somewhere. 3. It must have a width under 1160.
End date: TBA
Épique
Welcome:
Welcome to Vie de Château, an advanced/literate medieval human roleplay. The overarching plot is a battle between two kingdoms, those of Géant (of the North) and Épique (of the South). These kingdoms are the two separate halves of the island of Île which resides quite near Europe. Because of their remote locations, each kingdom is extremely small (as a Lord's "kingdom" from approximately the same time would've been) and contains only a single castle and one town. The infrastructure of each castle and town is very different from the other, in size and layout, but both are equally prosperous and have a similar population. They began as allies, the kings planning to marry their children and become one great kingdom. But when Épique's princess goes missing, it's king blames his neighbor. When war is waged, it will take a great amount of cunning and military precision for either side to win without plunging the entire island into an economic depression and doom them all.
The daggers are her primary weapon when not in combat, unmounted and alone. Basically whenever she goes to the local tavern. They are deadly sharp, and deadly in her hands. Dagger
Her lance is patterned with red and black swirls, which are said to look like blood. It is slightly lighter and shorter then typical lances, more as an adjustment to her lesser stature and strength. Lance
A young chestnut stallion carries Bronwyn into battle, a beauty with a unique duel colored mane and tail. They fade from a brilliant chestnut to ebony black at the ends. The stallion sports four white socks, a white star upon his forehead, and a black muzzle and eyes. Her horse
Personality: Blessed with a natural intellect that was nurtured from a young age, the little brunette found her passion early on in life and has continued to pursue it since then. Single-minded in her desire to learn anything and everything having to do with her passion for horses, Bronwyn is often blind to many other things going on around her simply because they just don’t register on her radar. Ambitious in her future plans and competitive in the world of combat, Bronwyn’s no push over when it comes to the things she truly desires. Stubborn and shrewd, she’s a tough nut to crack and rough to negotiate with if it’s against her firmly set plans.
In her personal life she’s a lot more lenient and a lot less stubborn. The people closest to her are her fellow cavalrymen, and she’d easily give them anything she had to offer them. Her friends tend to be like her, fun loving but with overtones of seriousness as well. Bronwyn is the girl next door with a twist, a walking contradiction. She’s a sweetheart with a rather rough tomboyish edge. She honestly is a nice person. Not fake nice like a majority of the people in the high school are, but genuinely compassionate. She’s a great listener and is known for being an understanding person who will listen to someone rant about their latest break up or family troubles for hours and always say the right thing. She’d return a lost wallet, even if she’s got financial troubles, and despises cheaters. She resents people when they do something that upsets her, but the word “hate” rarely passes her lips, or even goes through her thoughts. You could trust her never to try to steal your boyfriend, or fiancée for that matter.
Overall it takes a lot to really know who Bronwyn Stone is. Most of the time she’s a mystery even to herself. Incredibly spontaneous when she gets an idea into her head she finds a way to go through with it. Because she is a little on the quiet side, people tend to think of her as shy however she has never had a problem speaking her mind or standing up for herself and what she believes in. Bronwyn is a strong willed, hard working individual who knows what she wants out of life and will do whatever it takes to get it so just stay out of her way.
Physical appearance:
* Height: 5'4" * Weight: 130lbs * Other:Bronwyn Bronwyn is dark haired, emerald eyed, though many often joke she ought to have been born a redhead for her fiery ways. She isn't bulky in the least, though she has enough muscle to get by. Bronwyn is lithe, agile, leonine almost.
History: Born a simple commoner, the only thing people expected from her was to grow up, get married, and have kids. Bronwyn would have none of this. Even as a baby, it became obvious Bronwyn wasn't about to be pushed into anything she did not want to do. As a baby, if she refused to do something, all the pleading and cajoling from her parents would not change a thing. As frustrating as it was for her parents, they both knew this trait was going to help their child go far in life, though it was not a particular trait prized in the commoners.
As a child, Bronwyn became fascinated with the horses of the village. She made any excuse to go visit the stables, or to perform some chore with a plow horse, even if it was a poor broken down creature. But it was at the age of seven that her love for the creatures would transform itself into a lifelong ambition. A company of military men rode through the town, bound for some outpost or another, and they fascinated the town. The boys raced around with wooden sticks, pretending they were swords, and the girls giggled over the more handsome of the men.
But Bronwyn had eyes only for the majestic horses, and the men and few women who rode them. They were the cavalry, and from that moment, she wanted to be just like them. She dogged the men's footsteps for the day they stayed in the small town, desperately hoping to learn anything about them. One of them took pity on the small girl that watched with big eyes, and let her follow him, showing her their horses, lances, and various other parts of being in the cavalry. Bronwyn was awed.
He told her that if it was something she really wanted, at eighteen she could go to the nearest city with her own mount, and sign up. If she could prove herself as a rider and combatant, they would take her on. And that was just what she did. Only, her parents did not agree. So at the age of sixteen, she ran away from home. Now her last problem was lack of a mount.
The girl hitchhiked and walked, making her way to the famed Equine Territory, where she hoped to try her luck at catching a horse. No such luck. Disheartened at her lack of success after several weeks, the girl was preparing to leave when she stumbled upon a large stallion, injured from a recent fight with another male. His injuries were superficial, but since he had lost much of his spirit with his loss, he allowed her to treat them. They became fast friends, and she christened him Ekram, or honor. She gradually won his trust as the pair traveled to a city.
There, she made herself known to the cavalry recruiter, and after seeing her rather impressive horsemanship skill, she became a member of the group. Over the last 4 years, Bronwyn had proven herself so much, both in battle and with interactions and leadership among the men, she was promoted to the rank of Cavalier less then a month ago. She's still having an uphill battle, convincing the men she now leads that a tiny woman of only five foot four can really be an effective leader. Though they do trust and believe in her because she was their friend first. Connections:
*People: Mother, Jacyln Stone: Father, Marius Stone. No siblings *Plots/Events: None, yet
Re: Bronwyn Amber Stone « Reply #1 on Oct 19, 2008, 9:48pm »
I should have included this in the Template, but could you make a Nationality: category under Class. Then just say which country you're from. Sorry for the last minuet addition..
Winter is approaching, and though during the day highs of 70 degrees are common, nightly temperatures plummet to nearly freezing. Frost coats the early-morning earth, and it is not a very prosperous time. Though disease is rare due to the high standards of sanitation, any illness that exists is rampant during this time. Armies are usually dormant and villagers tend to congregate and participate in tasks such as the making of fabric and the tanning of hides.
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