Castle of Fire and Ice //OxO, CLOSED//

In a world where mages are hated and feared, Fire marries the current monarch of the land. Their spouse has no idea what they are. Soon, Fire gains fame and power, and makes many enemies. Assassins are sent after them, to kill them, and Ice is sent, as one of the best. Instead of killing Fire, they kidnap them, and soon finds out about Fire's ability - and vice versa. They fall in love, but, as everyone knows, fire and ice can never be together.

I'm okay with smut and lemons, but they need to be taken to the pms.

If I don't know you, I'd prefer if you give me a sample of your writing first.

I'll post a template if anyone is interested.

I'd prefer to do bxg, but I'm honestly good with anything.

I don't care if I'm fire or ice. You can choose.

( Hi there! I've always wanted to try a roleplay out with you. May I send a few samples? )

(Of course!)

( Alright. I'll do a paragraph. )

Sorrel's pastel pink eyes glittered like amethysts. He'd just laid his eyes upon something so beautiful, so precious, and he admired it to the fullest. His reflection was as clear as day in the mirror that he'd found, that moment. It was hard to determine whether he loved himself or the mirror itself, but he knew his love was strong for it.

(Nice! You can join.)

( Exciting! Now, as for characters. I like fire, and I haven't roleplayed as a female yet, but I've got experience with it. Could I be the fire element, and a female character? )

(Yeah, of course! Do you have a prefered sexuality or no?)

( I really like gay based roleplays, but the character I have in mind is straight. )

(Okay! I'm really okay with whatever, but if your character is straight, I can work with that!)

( Sounds good! Should we do templates-? )

(Sure! I'll get one up in a sec!)

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Style:
Personality:
Cutest habit:
Ability:
Favorite…
• Color:
• Animal:
• Item:
• Place to be:
• Season:
• Number:
• Weather:
• Word:
Jobs:
Theme Song:
Flaws:
Background:
Other:

( Alrighty! )

( Ooh nice. I'l get mine written up now. )

(I'll get mine up in an hour or so, when I have more time lol)

( Most likely same. School schedules have me messed up. )

(So, so true lol)

Name: Akira Tenningway
Nickname: Akkun, Aki, TenTen
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Akira has honey gold hair, that falls to about her hips. The roots of her hair appear to be a little darker than the actual strands. Freckles decorate her tanned skin. Her eyes are icy blue, with darker blue flecks scattered wherever inside. Her lips are salmon pink, and thin. Her figure is lean, though her arms retain a slightly muscled look. She's also got a prominent birthmark on her left thumb, a splotchy, chocolate colored mark.
Usual Outfit: Akira is often seen in a black, knee length dress. This dress has very small straps, and is very form fitting. It's adjustable to where in the winter, she can wear much longer, full sleeves. Her shoes are very simple black flats. She's awful at walking in heeled shoes. She also wears an amber ring, at all times, and a matching necklace.
Style: Akira's style is simplistic. Akira's closet is normally filled with items based on flat colors, nothing extreme. She also favors dresses over pants, she owns a lot of them. If she's not in a dress though, she'd most likely be found wearing a turtleneck sweater. All of her clothes are based on clothing and normality.
Personality: Akira's a firey spirit, literally and figuratively. She loves to have her way in things, but doesn't let it get to her if she can't. Akira is brave, and headstrong, and knows what she stands for to heart. She doesn't let anything get to her, on the outside. Inside of her, though, she's a little different. On the inside, Akira slightly hungers for more dominance in practically everything. She also feels completely guilty for a lot of things that she could have done better.
Cutest habit: She tends to tilt her head when she's in love with something and it's adorable.
Ability: She's got fire abilities. She's gotten to the point to where she can moderately manipulate fire into things. She can also create fireballs, she's mastered that. She's currently working on mastering the manipulation of fire, and thinking of what to try next.
Favorite…
• Color: Gold.
• Animal: Bumblebee.
• Item: The amber ring that was gifted to her from her mother.
• Place to be: She loves libraries, especially those with a small reading room.
• Season: Autumn.
• Number: 1
• Weather: She loves the calm before the storm, where everything is still, and it feels slightly warm. Slight rain sprinkles complete her picture.
• Word: Honestly.
Jobs: Adviser to the monarch.
Theme Song: Fire on Fire, a Sam Smith song.
Flaws: Akira often lets her temper get the best of her. She's really confident, but builds up feelings behind the pride. She hates letting things get out of her control.
Background: To be figured out..?
Other: Nothing I can think of.

Name: Caspian Winterthorne
Nickname: Caspian, Ice Princess
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caspian has blonde hair that is so light it's almost white. His skin is very pale, an unhealthy shade, and he has scars and black tattoos all over him. He has one silver eye and one blue eye. They darken and get lighter depending on how he's feeling. They get darker with anger or desire, and lighter with happiness or suppressing his emotions. He is built like a swimmer, slender and muscular at the same time. He is about 6'1'', and very handsome, in a cold way.
Usual Outfit: Anything dark, which makes his skin glow. Usually black boots, pants, and a jacket. He always has a belt of knives around his waist and chest, and some tucked into his boots and sleeves. He wears a silver ring all the time.
Style: Dark, simple, useful stuff.
Personality: Cool and calm. He doesn't talk much, which makes people think that's he's stupid. He's not. He doesn't like to talk, and instead prefers to observe and listen. But when he decides to speak, it's usually a calm, very well-aimed jab. He is slow to anger, and doesn't like to show his emotions. He has an excellent poker face, and for the first couple years of his life his parents thought that he was somehow mentally challenged. He can be scary, and you don't want to get in his way if he's angry. He is cunning and ambitious, and isn't afraid to kill to get what he wants. He will do anything to get his goal, so you'd better watch out. He is very loyal, but doesn't trust easily.
Cutest habit: He fiddles with his ring when he's bored.
Ability: Ice. Very, very powerful ice ability.
Favorite…
• Color: Black
• Animal: Snow leopard
• Item: His ring
• Place to be: In a tree
• Season: Winter
• Number: 13
• Weather: Snowing
• Word: Whirlwind
Jobs: Assassin
Theme Song: All the King's Horses, by Karmin
Flaws: Too cold, doesn't know what' good for him.
Background: Do it later
Other: N/A

(Sorry it took me so long!)

( Honestly this is awesome, you're perfectly fine! No worries at all! )

(Thanks! Do you want me to get up a starter?)

( Sure! )

"She has grown way too powerful. This messes with our plans. I need you to get rid of her… and fast. You know what will happen if you fail, so do it right."

Caspian kept his head bowed, hiding his look of annoyance. Who did this guy think he was, an amatuer? As one of the best assassins in the Guard, he should know how to deal with threats. This guy clearly didn't know exactly who he was. He didn't show those thoughts on his face, though, keeping it blank. "Of course, sir. I will eliminate the threat, no problem."

"Excellent." The man looked smug. "There will be a party in her honor tomorrow night. My sources tell me that she hates crowds, and will most likely be out in the garden. You can take her down then."

"Of course." He hated being told how to do his job. But he couldn't kill this man, not here, not until the fee was paid. "Of course."

Akira laughed softly, smirking at the sentence she'd just read. She loved how realistic some stories were, in comparison to the one she was reading then. She turned through a few more pages in her book, before completely wearing her hands out. A sound distracted her. "Miss Akira, it's time for your dress fitting. I hear the one they have made for you is something special." It was one of her favorite guards. "Alright, thank you." She said, quietly. She gently put the book up, and made her way out of the library room. She hummed a tune as she danced through the halls, careful not to let anyone notice her footwork. She'd freeze up if someone caught her, oh it would be such an embarrassment.

Packing his gear took little to no time at all, and soon Caspian stood in the hallway, bag over his shoulder. On favor of keeping a low profile, he had worn the typical messenger outfit - nothing better to make you seem invisible. No one paid attention to messengers until it suited them.

Slouching his shoulders, he went outside, finding his horse awaiting him. "Hey, bud," he said, patting the horse's side before swinging himself up. He kicked his heels into the creature's sides, and they were off to the palace.

Akira slowly stopped dancing, luckily none of the guards were turned towards her figure. Her countenance remained solid, and a smile was turned up on her face. She gently pushed the doors of her fitting room open. Three maids stood inside, and a gorgeous black gown rested on a mannequin. "Oh dear, you guys made me that?" She asked. Her eyes glittered, with admiration. It was a black gown, that was encrusted with multiple shining gems, specifically amber.

"Of course we did, dear!" Said the eldest of the three. "We really hope that you like it" The youngest muttered, with an adorable smile. "Try it on, would you!" The middle aged maid cried, excitement on her face. Akira laughed, softly. "Okay, okay!" She said, hesitantly. She gently took the dress off of the stand, and behind a curtained area.

After a long, hard day of riding, Caspian arrived at an inn. He wrinkled his nose when he saw the rough place he would be staying at, but as a messenger, he had to stay in a low profile, and buying a room at the best inn in town wouldn't help. Sighing, he set his things down on the narrow bed and rested his head against his hands.

He was tired. Tired of his job, tired of killing, tired of living. But he couldn't do anything, not until he paid off his debt to the Guard. He owed them that much, especially since they'd saved him.

He raised his head and looked at his hands. There was no one around, though, so he could practice…

As he stared at his palms, ice swirled from them, coating the floor and the walls and the window, giving the place an eerie glow. Caspian, unaffected by the cold, smiled. It was a small smile, barely visible, but it was a smile.

Akira made her way out of the room, and the dress the maids had created appeared perfectly against her form. It was perfectly fitted to her every curve, and it flattered her where it seemed to matter. She blushed, a little bit. "Ladies, this is stunning! I think you all deserve some time off after this one!" She laughed. She looked at her perfect reflection in the mirror, and it looked ideal on her. The maids giggled, and each said something that made Akira's blush darken a little bit more. "Thank you, so very much!" She said, with such a grin.

She couldn't waste the gown, not then. She rushed after that to take it off, and replaced it instead with another black one. It wasn't the same one she'd been wearing, but it looked like it was. "It's getting late. Go down and get whatever meal you'd like, and feel free to take the rest of the day off." She said. The maids thanked her for her kindness, and eventually went off to do their own things.

Snow swirled around Caspian's room, and he stretched out a pale hand in wonder, touching a flake with his finger. It froze, lighting gently on his index finger, sitting there perfectly.

How could someone so terrible have such a beautiful gift? He wondered, staring around at the snow before him.

A pound on the door jerked him from his watchings, and he jumped, heart pounding, before opening his palm. The snow swirled into it and vanished, and he opened the door.

It was the landlady. "Food's ready," she said, her tone annoyed. "Come on, errand boy. If yer late again, we ain't comin' to get ya. We're not yer parents."