The man sat in shame, once again, in her office. He seemed to have been quite unlucky these past few days, falling down the flight of stairs as they were being renovated. Lately, he seemed to have been spending more time with Lady Camilla, rather than Elise. But that did not matter! She was just relieved he did not sustain a permanent injury.
⎡Oh Harold…what ever shall I do with you? Well, I suppose you may leave for now.⎦
Stacking a heavyload of papers, she placed her day’s work down with a thud. Walking over to the man, her plump lips left an imprint on his poor bruised forehead.
Despite being used to numerous compliments, most lewd and frankly unwanted, the man’s words of generosity left her in a bit of a shock, to be quite honest. Bashfully, she made her way to the man, gently hitting his shoulder.
⎡Don’t tell me you have fallen for me!⎦
Her majesty teased, a hand covering her giddy lips.
Well, for one, Lady Elise was certainly much less developed than Camilla. And there was certainly no doubt that Camilla had no issues with flaunting her figure. Normally such things would not bother him, but there was just something about Camilla’s nature that flustered him.
But lo and behold, he finally managed to zip the dress up without any further hindrance. He quickly stepped back and bowed his head.
“My deepest apologizes, my lady! I have failed you… As punishment I shall train an extra two hours! And if you see necessary, I will take whatever punishment you wish to inflict upon me as well for my negligence.”
She brought her slender hand to her mouth, covering the alluring laugh she was notorious for. Turning around, the dress draped over her right thigh, slightly exposing her tender skin. The man’s sense of justice was positivelyadmirable. However, despite his willingness to be punished, Camilla would never use her liege to be a cruel tyrant such as her father. She placed her freshly manicured finger beneath his chin, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
⎡Oh Harold dear…you train enough, do you not? But if you must insist, I suppose you could help Luna by taking over her morning ‘shift’, if you will, for a week.⎦
Her finger was brought back, as she tugged that arm underneath her right one, below her chest. Slowly, the woman made her way to the large mirror sitting upon the desk full of various instruments: lipsticks, blushes, eyeliners, probably more items than she needed, but nonetheless possessed. Leaning ever so slightly, a finger tapped the open rouge on the surface, and made its way to her lips. She dabbed them slowly, bit by bit adding colour to her plump lips.
⎡Although…I am sure you are busy with my beautiful baby sister. Correct?⎦
The sun had long since set, but the dutiful soldiers of Nohr were still as sharp as the sun’s early rays. Camilla was finishing up her rounds as she spotted the very patriotic axe fighter loitering about. He really was meant to be keeping an eye on the new recruits, but with his luck, she knew he must have simply been confused. With her eyebrow raised, she called to him with an authoritative, yet elegant voice.
⎡Harold.⎦
⎡May I join you under this starry night? Come, sit with me.⎦
Practically forcing the man, the two sat on the dirty ground beneath them; something quite unusual for a princess of her rank. Her torso leaned against him, armour partially off due to the casual setting. As she eyeballed the twinkling canvas above, her eyelids seemed to close by themselves. Gently, Camilla let her head fall on the man’s shoulder.
“L-Lady Camilla….!” His face was immediately flushed upon catching a glimpse of the curvacious princess, he couldn’t help but immediately turn his head away to avoid staring. Camilla was certainly a shameless one.
“Ah, yes, of course, milady–” Trembling fingers fiddled with the zipper on her dress as he tried to keep his eyes averted.
Her eyes, sultry in nature, looked at the man from the side, her mouth bit to keep in the giggle waiting to explode. She placed her hands on her waist as the man so desperately fiddled with the zipper; a truly complex mechanism. The dress was quite tight, no doubt about it; Camilla was known to be very confident in her hard work.
⎡Oh come on, Harold. You can handle a big, strong axe— but a small zipper leaves you defenseless? I would have hoped my little sister was in better hands than this!⎦
⎡Harold! Perfect! It seems my subordinates are off doing something much more important than helping their employer.⎦
The woman turned her back towards the man, showing her exposed posterior to him. Her fingers held on to the ends of the dress she was wearing, tugging them slightly.
⎡Would it be too much trouble to help me zip this dress up? I just can’t seem to do it myself.⎦
- I am selective; this just means I tend to only roleplay with mutuals, as I find that to be more organised. However, you are welcome to send in asks and such, and tbh if I enjoy the interaction i am likely to make a starter or something.
- no one-liners please (unless it’s the rare crack or text)
- text format
- as long as your OC is well developed, I’ll rp with you
- this blog is crossover friendly, as long as our muses interact well and your oc/characters is well developed. I’m kinda iffy about multimuse because it gets a bit cluttered.
- no ask roleplay pls (memes or stuff like that is fine, but please don’t reblog with your reply, it just looks messy), this rule also applies to just…sending me paragraphs in my ask box. I personally don’t like it.
- no godmodding
- I dont really do follow for follow, if you would like for me to check out your blog or something, don’t be shy to ask!
- M!As are accepted if I see them fit
- multishipping blog as of now; this means all relationships are AU. If she likes someone, doesn’t mean she wont like you wink wonk
All art, media, etc. is not mine, unless stated otherwise. Pleasedo not steal/use my icons, I do put effort in cropping and editing them to fit my blog.
Specific:
- Fandoms: I prefer to not roleplay with MLP, simply because I don’t know how camilla would interact with a pony, i’m very sorry! It’s really not you or anything, it’s just personal preference. Homestuck is an exception to this, but please type normally. It has happened before that I couldn’t read your muse’s typing quirk, and that becomes frustrating for both parties.
- Gore, Smut, Violence: I am all up for it, by all means kill and/or injure her, but please make sure we have mutual agreement upon it. As for smut, I’m not too comfortable with it simply because I’ve never done it before due to the previous muses I have roleplayed. Also, I am not 18 yet, and that makes it a bit awkward (especially since most people are older than me).
- RP Plotting: Please, please, please talk to me before roleplaying.I am up for in-depth and analytical discussing prior to roleplaying, as well as a simple heads up or something like that. But, if you come into my ask box telling me that Camilla is your wife/child/mother/etc. and we have never interacted prior to that, I will most likely not respond to that and send you a private message instead.
If you break any rules, I’ll tend to just ignore you. It is not my fault if I have clearly stated certain restrictions and such. Not to mention, it does say rules at the very top of my blog.
I apologise if I sounded harsh or anything! I do wanna have fun, and I hope we can all bring our characters to life <3
Name: Camilla
Age: 23
Birthday: 30th of November
Height: 187cm (6'1)
Family: Nohr
Class: Wyvern Lord
Subordinates: Luna Mercenary Belka Wyvern Rider
♥ Camilla greatly enjoys the presence of her dear family. She is often seen as the motherly figure amongst the group, especially towards Kamui. Constantly fearing for her sibling’s safety and well-being, she can be seen as possessive and perhaps a bit cruel at times. Camilla’s obsessive need to ensure the protection of her family has often send chills down her foes spines due to her cruel threats and cold warnings if they were to ever cross her path. Despite her loving and affectionate demeanour towards her younger siblings, she still keeps her role as the eldest child and future heir of the throne a priority. Her loyalty to Nohr is for the sake of her mother, who served a concubine to the king. The closeness of her siblings and the position she holds int he kingdom could not fulfill the void the woman feels whenever the thought of her origin comes to mind; feeling of pity flood her, a sign of weakness as taught by the king. To overcome these emotions, she turns to fighting as well as making sure her younger siblings, especially Kamui, receive the love and care they deserve
Her skill as a Wyvern Lord is feared by many due to her merciless reputation. Not one to by shy, Camilla’s wardrobe often consists of ‘risque’ clothing pieces, revealing her strong and bountiful figure. She enjoys bathing and indulging into a variety of soaps and candles, each specifically designed to bring about an explicit aroma. Other than bathing, one of her favourite afternoon activities is sparring with her eldest brother, Marx. She refuses to spar with her younger siblings, Leon being the only exception, due to a fear of possibly injuring them. Marx, having a larger build than herself, serves as the perfect partner for her. This serves as a bonding time for the two, despite the kicks and punches.
On the battle field, Camilla moves with grace and power;her weapon of choice being a razor sharp axe. While in battle, Camilla tends to associate the soldiers as a direct threat to her family, which often helps her in her battle. Due to this, many perceive her as the cold-blooded princess of Nohr, not afraid to unleash her brutal ways on the battlefield in the name of Nohr.
Camilla always tries to create an aura of patience and poise whenever possible. She tends to not display signs of stress in order to keep her younger siblings and subordinates in peace. If not necessary, she would prefer to take on her younger siblings burden for them, so as to not stress them out too much. To her subordinates, she is fairly kind, however she expects full loyalty and devotion. She views almost as her children; people she needs to raise to be tough, to be able to have a just sense of right and wrong in a world so full of corruption. While she is allowed to be tough on them, anyone who insults them or hurts them will have to answer to the dragon queen.
Name: Hana
Age: 16
Birthday: 7th of January
Likes: Art, light food, hugs
Dislikes: too many isms, spiders, eggplants, loud people
