Empire

The Empire

• A King's Crown

  empire;;
  noun ˈemˌpī(ə)r
  
  1.an extensive group of states or countries under a single supreme authority, formerly especially an emperor or empress.

  
  

  There was once a witch who fell in love with a man who was anything but human. She knew only happiness in his presence. He would do anything for her. Except one day, he left. The witch was heartbroken and died a lonely death many years later. No matter how hard she tried, she could not fill the void he left. That sadness left her body in a cold breath and swept over the forest around her home. Settling deep into the ground and cursing it. There the curse lay for many years, it did nothing for it had no purpose. It decided to give itself a purpose. So a town appeared, but it had no people. Strange creatures came and prowled through it's woods. They go close to the town, and the curse afraid they would chase off any people who came set up a fence to keep them out. Yet still no people came. So it learned how to change it's location so it could be anywhere and no where at the same time. Sometimes people would come, but they never stayed. The curse as lonely as the witch who birthed it decided to make it impossible to leave. So it would appear before people it liked. A long trail going deep into the woods. Calling to those who laid eyes upon it. If they could not resist and walk down it the forest would swallow them whole, slowly. If they turned around in time they might be able to leave, but most did not. They could follow the path safely to the fence, and pass through it. Where they would forever be locked inside. They could also choose to ignore the sign and leave the path, where the creatures would devour them. Those inside would find the little town, it was very empty but there was always life. It was named Haven, a safe place in the middle of the monster infested forest. In this town Death exists but is never permanent. The curses plays with it's citizens each day. Killing them in new and strange ways. Only for them to wake up the next morning with only hazy memories of the day before, as if nothing ever happened. Phillip came here of his own free will. A place where he was certain he'd never hurt anybody again, not in any way that really mattered here at least. He turned it into his own personal prison.

• The King

  AND HOW I JUST CAN'T SLEEP UNLESS I'VE HAD A DRINK OR FIVE
  
  
  
  .full-time bartender.
  .part-time waste of space.
  
  ▶ only skin deep ◀
  
  capt. phillip grün.
  the soldier
  human. male.
  age 34. august 1, 1925.
  ex-special forces. weapons expert.
  
  the stars are very beautiful, above the palace walls, they shine with equal splendour,
  still above far humbler halls. i watch them from my window, but their bright
  entrancing glow, reminds me of the freedom i gave up so long ago.
  
  german-american. current resident of Haven. high school diploma&&specialized military training. fluent in eight languages. english. german. russian. spanish. italian. french. vietnamese. american sign language.
  
  the royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow,
  i once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow.
  
  ▶ fragility of the heart ◀
  
  panromantic. bisexual. taken.
  possessive, needy, dominating.
  
  but once i took the crown to which i had been schooled and bred,
  i found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head.
  
  ▶ the stars hold secrets ◀
  
  isfj. chaotic good. melancholic. leo. diligence. wrath.
  
  although i am the head of state, in truth i am the least,
  the true king knows his people fed, before he sits to feast. the good king knows his people safe,
  before he takes his rest, thinks twice && thrice && yet again, before he makes request.
  
  ▶ the vessel of the soul ◀
  
  6'3". 186Ibs.
  waves of black ink.
  emerald eyes. fair toned. athletic. lean.
  
  for they are all my children, all, that i swore to defend,
  it is my duty to become both king && trusted friend.
  
  proud. dominating. demanding. still wearing that old uniform.
  
  of my children high and low, from beggar to above,
  the dearest are my heralds, who return my care with love.
  
  ▶ deeper into the soul ◀
  
  charismatic. protective. dedicated. dutiful. solitary. strict. stubborn. perceptive. insecure. self-destructive. abrasive. possessive.
  
  the dearest are my heralds, swift to spring to my command.
  who give me aid && fellowship, who always understand that land and
  people first have needs that i may not deny so i must send my dearest friends to danger and to die.
  
  

  ✓ coffee ✓ whiskey ✓ the full moon ✓ the smell of old sweaters ✓ roses

  ✗ paperwork ✗ rain ✗ winter ✗ loud noises ✗ crowds

  
  a friend, a love, a child—it matters not, i know indeed,
  that i must sacrifice them all if there should be the need.
  
  cracking knuckles. shoulder rolling.
  
  they know, && they forgive me doing more than i require,
  with willing minds && loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire.
  
  ▶ within the depths ◀
  
  It is traditional. It is inherited. Predispositional.
  physical injury to knee. post traumatic stress disorder. dissociative identity disorder(host). generalized anxiety disorder. major depression. alcoholic.
  
  these tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the king can't shed,
  the tears i weep in silence as i mourn my heralds dead. oh gods that dwell beyond
  the stars, if you can hear my cry, and if you have compassion, let me send no more to die!

• The Executioner

  HE PUSEHD THEM ALL AWAY, CHASED THEM AWAY WITH FANGS && CLAWS.
  
  
  
  .full-time bartender.
  .part-time killer.
  
  ▶ only skin deep ◀
  
  Berrin Grün.
  asshole, dickface, bear
  human. male.
  age 34. october 18th,1925.
  not formally educated.
  
  watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. save your life by keeping whispers unsaid. children roam the streets now orphans of war. bodies hanging in the streets to adore.
  
  german-american. current resident of Haven.
  
  royal flames will carve the path in chaos. bringing daylight to the night.
  
  ▶ fragility of the heart ◀
  
  aromantic. asexual. single.
  
  death is riding in the town with armor, because thail take all your rights.
  
  ▶ the stars hold secrets ◀
  
  isfp. chaotic evil. choleric. Libra. pride&&wrath.
  
  blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne. born again, but it's too late to atone.
  
  ▶ the vessel of the soul ◀
  
  6'3". 186Ibs.
  waves of black ink.
  emerald eyes. fair toned. athletic. lean.
  
  no mercy from the edge of the blade. thail'll escape and learn the price to be paid.
  
  aggressive. dangerous. angry. still wearing that old uniform.
  
  let the water throw it's shades of red now. arrows black out all the light.
  
  
  ▶ deeper into the soul ◀
  
  calm. genuine. dedicated. dominating. deceptive. cruel. aloof. perceptive. defensive. destructive. abrasive. angry.
  
  death is rotting in the town with armor. thail've come to grant you your rights.
  

  ✓ tea ✓ astrologoy ✓ violence ✓ dogs ✓ vodka

  ✗ fruit ✗ pranks ✗ gambling ✗ puns ✗ math

  
  finger tapping. growling.
  
  there's a taste of fear when the henchmen call. iron fist to tame them, iron fist to claim it all.
  
  ▶ within the depths ◀
  
  It is traditional. It is inherited. Predispositional.
  physical injury to knee. antisocial personality disorder. dissociative identity disorder(destructor). alcoholic.
  
  hail to the king, hail to the one. kneel to the crown, stand in the sun. hail to the king, hail to the one. kneel to the crown, stand in the sun. hail to the king.

• The Knigt

  IGNORANGE IS BLISS, BUT ALL IT DOES IS CLOUD THE WAY.
  
  
  
  .full-time bartender.
  .part-time knight in shining armor.
  
  ▶ only skin deep ◀
  
  Hulbert Rosewood.
  kid, brat
  human. male.
  age 12. december 1st,1925.
  home-schooled.
  
  people are puppets held together with string.
  there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him.
  as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in.
  
  american. current resident of Haven.
  
  time and again boys are raised to be men. impatient they start, fearful at the end.
  
  ▶ fragility of the heart ◀
  
  hetroromantic. asexual. single.
  
  but here was a man mourning tomorrow.
  he drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
  
  ▶ the stars hold secrets ◀
  
  enfp. chaotic evil. sanguine. sagittarius. kindness. wrath.
  
  he could not break surface tension. he looked in the wrong place for redemption. don't look at me with those eyes. i tried to unheave the ties.
  
  
  
  ▶ the vessel of the soul ◀
  
  6'3". 186Ibs.
  waves of black ink.
  emerald eyes. fair toned. athletic. lean.
  
  turn back the time that drew him.
  but he couldn't be saved.
  a sadness runs through him. through him.
  
  kind. gentle. found wearing old sweaters.
  
  time and again boys are raised to be men.
  impatient they start, fearful at the end.
  
  ▶ deeper into the soul ◀
  
  kind. gentle. calm. happy. deceptive. adaptable. insecure. self-isolating. moody. shy. defensive. escapist.
  
  

  ✓ sweets ✓ pastries ✓ sweaters ✓ music ✓ video games

  ✗ violence ✗ vegetables ✗ getting dirty ✗ fire ✗ cooking

  
  rocking. hand wringing. speaks with his hands.
  
  but here was a man mourning tomorrow. who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow.
  
  ▶ within the depths ◀
  
  It is traditional. It is inherited. Predispositional.
  physical injury to knee. dissociative identity disorder(protector).
  
  he could not break surface tension.
  he looked in the wrong place for redemption. don't look at me with those eyes.
  i tried to unheave the ties. turn back the time that drew him. but he couldn't be saved.
  a sadness runs through him. through him.