SCORPIUS.

LIEUTENANT SCORPIUS MERANDUS " I USED to punch walls until my knuckles BLED because I was filled with RAGE & ANGER, now I punch walls until they BLEED just to fucking feel SOMETHING, or to at least try. "

[anthatesyouall]

Not a fan of captivity or false imprisonment but Alexander Koch can lock me up in his bunker anytime. 

[scorpiusmerandus]

caloreprincess:

DATE: April 15th LOCATION: Room of Rejuvination OPEN TO: All

The princess’s evening had started out… okay. Seeing Orion after their last conversation was both exciting and confusing, leaving Max unsure as to how she was meant to act around her brother. All in all, the last month and a half had been more overwhelming and heartbreaking than she had ever wanted for her life. A party was more than likely not the right place to put a guilt-ridden griever, but alas here she was, still reeling from the conversation she’d had with Nyssa only a half hour before. She knew she really should to lay off the champagne, but she couldn’t do that surrounded by the festivities and temptations –

So she escaped to the only room she knew she could find relaxation – the Room of Rejuvination, as her brother had deemed it. A fitting name for the Blonos Heir, for sure. Max sits at the edge of the bubbling pool, her left hand occupied by the woman rubbing lotion into the skin there; soon her nails would be painted a gorgeous shade of red. The princess glances up quickly when she realizes there is someone near. ❝ Care to join? There’s plenty of room for us both, after all. ❞ 

“ Absolutely, ” Scorpius slid the robe off his shoulders to reveal his bare chest with the provided bathing suit covering his lower half. He flexed every muscle in his body as he took the time to gaze down at the princess for a moment. One step down into the water was enough to seat himself beside the princess with a large smile already taking hold of his lips. If there was a single pawn in this whole game that deserved to be on his side, he knew it was the princess as the caged beauty deserved to shine in the light over her weak-willed brother. “ Have you missed me? Because I must break what is acceptable in our society and openly admit I have missed gazing into your eyes. Though, I have heard whispers that someone has already captured your heart. Please tell me this is simply rumors, and I might still have a chance to earn a genuine place in your heart. I would never want to follow such tradition of seeking the king’s permission when it is your life that I would be desiring to share. ”

[scorpiusmerandus]

leinolle:

where: room of silence. when: april 15th, who knows what time. status: open.

As the night wears on, Lei finds herself reverting to old habits. She fixes herself against the walls of each room she enters like the wallflower she always has been, weaving her way through the edges of the crowds in search of a calmer environment and less populated corner in which to spend her time. Unfortunately, the combined spectacle of the guests and the party itself seems to make her task nearly impossible until she reaches the one room she’s been working to avoid. As have most of the other Silvers, it seems.

Her competitor’s room is simultaneously comforting and unnerving, the pristine walls providing a backdrop that makes everything stand out and swirl together all at once. Lei can’t tell if she enjoys or despises the lack of electricity that usually buzzes in her ears and surrounds the rest of her family. She is just acutely aware that it is gone, robbed by the room she has decided to stay in. It brings back memories that she would rather not dwell on, like her recent loss and her aunt’s disappointed words from earlier in the night. Lei takes a drink from a passing servant; she isn’t usually one to drink, but she’s going to need it if she is to remain in Prisha’s room.

She settles for a place in the corner, where she can observe the flow of people that undulates like the ocean’s tide. Her drink has only just touched her lips when she notices someone heading towards her. Lei fixes her features in a pleasant expression, her lips turning up in a small smile as she turns in their direction. “A lovely night, isn’t it?” she asks them. “The King has absolutely outdone himself. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

     Of all the rooms that had been created for the night, Scorpius found himself completely ignoring the room with walls too white for his scarred soul. It would place him in a state of vulnerability, and it was a state that he never wished to put himself in. The tips of his toes lining the doorway to the room, blocking traffic in and out when a shoulder caught him, causing a single step forward. His lips dropped into a deep frown that seems to show a hint of anger, but there was the feeling of weightlessness that flooded him so suddenly that he felt almost free.

     ‘ When given an opportunity, do not waste it— ’ General Merandus’ words flooded him as he looked up to see the innocence that was Lei Nolle sitting in a corner of seclusion. He seemed to already have made his present known to most of those in the room as they eyed him in awe — House Merandus had not been present in the capital for several months, and the lack of a mask on his face made it apparent who he was. He didn’t bother with small talk as his sights were set on a target already. “ Lovely, indeed— ” His voice deep with his head cocking to the side to watch her intently. “ The King has done very well this evening with impressing me. It is a hard task, but it seems that it has been done more than once. You have impressed me by simply existing in that gown this evening. The way it hugs your waist with the slightest dip of fabric against the floor. Beautiful, Lady Nolle. So beautiful. ”

[scorpiusmerandus]

aashniarven:

DATE ✧ april 15th. TIME ✧ after sundown. LOCALE ✧ near the dance floor. AVAILABILITY ✧ anyone. 

     Even as she hides her identity between a three-quarter mask, there is an elegance to her walk that belies the delicacy of her bones — she stalks the room with the sensuous grace of a hunting cat. Elegance and luxury trail from her neck to her toes, dressed in something bold and flattering. The attentive but curious looks she receives from guests send pleasant tingles down her spine, an affirmation of what she already knows — she is beautiful, and more than that, she is bright. Prisha Arven was meant for the eyes of others as much as her own.

     In all honesty, after the first hour with her mask off, attending to the visitors to her room, she’s grown bored and ventured into warmer waters. There’s something terrifying about being stripped of your natural defenses, and Prisha knows this about those who avoid the room. She takes note of their names nonetheless, filtering them into the back of her mind as people who refuse to face the unknown. How would they feel, she muses, if she were to take it from them anyway? It would be so easy, in this crowd full of people, to avoid detection.

     She slams the lid shut on that thought not for fear of retribution, but for her devotion to doing this right. Crownstrial is a means to an end, but more than that, it is a means to her people. Those she’s killed for, fought for, bled for. Prisha mustn’t pluck the roses before they’ve bloomed. Instead she will need to nurture them, to grow them and prune them of each individual thorn, until they are ripe and soft for the taking. She sets her sights on a new goal, something with a little more charm: finding a playmate.

     There are so many delicious options to choose from, and the night is yet young. Selecting at random, she extends a hand, all fine bones and arching grace. Her neck is held high as a swan, her mask all cream and feathers. ❝ A dance? ❞ she asks, before falling into a gentleman’s bow. Whomever is on the other end, it matters not; the hand she takes is raised to her lips, a chaste gesture of charm and civility. ❝ If it pleases you, of course. ❞

     A reluctant mask was thrust upon his face with little care of how long he would wear it, playing the part of a respectful friend to the king. Scorpius weaved in and out of his favorite crowds of silvers to show he was back with warm greetings he knew would flood him. It wasn’t until he was given a few moments to breathe that he spotted her across the room. He wished to reveal himself from beneath his mask, but there was something about being recognized regardless that ignited him.

     With a surprise bow, he watches as Prisha is the one asking him for a dance with the gestures of a man that he finds appealing when coming from her. The touch of her lips being desired upon different areas than the one they are now touching. He twists his hand to cup her chin between lightly clasped fingers before pulling her towards him. He dares to accidently brush their lips against each other as he presses their cheeks together to allow whispered words to only be heard by her.

     “ With you? ” Scorpius reached forward with his opposing hand to brush the tips of his fingers against the delicate flesh of her arm. “ Lady Arven, I expected you of all people to recognize the man, who stands before you. ” He was not one to follow the rules of the party with his mask lifting from his face, revealing himself to her. Her face had already been revealed to the crowd, and he ached to place them on common ground “ Not even a kiss hello? ”

[scorpiusmerandus]

DATE — April 15th LOCATION — King Orion’s Chamber TIME — Shortly After Arrival

                                “ If you won’t be my friend, you’ll regret being my enemy. ”

The ride had been filled with forced conversations as the two men were too eager to what awaited them at the castle to exchange any words of value. It was the occasional slip from Scorpius that created the smallest of tension as Orion joked over the fact that the Merandus heir continued to refer to him as the prince. It was after a few times that Orion finally assumed that it would be an on-going joke that he hoped would slowly fade by the time they reached Archeon, but it wasn’t until they would reach his chambers at the castle that the truth would reveal itself — even if it were to be forgotten.

         “ I suppose this is where I am supposed to bow and thank you for approving my return to Archeon, ” Scorpius reluctantly said with fingers grazing over various objects on Orion’s mantle before glancing over his shoulders. He held the king’s gaze longer than he desired, but he smiled proudly when it was Orion who looked away first.

         “ In the privacy of my chambers, I will give you a small pardon for the time being. Once we step outside, it will be something resulting in disciplinary actions—if you chose to disrespect me. ” Orion stood tall in that moment, allowing Scorpius a glance at the king for the first time. He had been a boy up until that moment, and the Merandus heir wished he could remember this moment in history as it would be the last time he allowed himself to think of the Calore as the true king.

         “ Disciplinary actions? You astound me with how easily you believe that would happen. ” A roll of his eye as he huffed at the king, who seemed to be very displeased with the words.

         “ Scorpius, this is not the time to test me as I have plenty of things on my plate that I would prefer to avoid someone I respect trying to go against me. Our families have always been— ” Scorpius’ head tilted abruptly as Orion was forced in a muted state as his thoughts were flooded with demands to not speak again. Fire ignited from the tips of Orion’s fingers as he prepared to strike Scorpius in the chest, but he was too late as the Merandus heir began to laugh.

         “ Put out your flame, ” Scorpius demanded as the flame was silenced by the request, which caused, even more, laughter to spew from his lips. “ Now — Forget how to breathe. ” Fear swept through Orion’s features as he obeyed without question as the simple concept of taking a breath was no longer something he understood. “ Since I have your attention now, let’s make one thing clear — You destroyed your chance at keeping House Merandus by your side when you decided to change this society. You destroyed your chance at ruling this kingdom the moment you decided to be different. ” The king soon fell to his knees as hands grasped at his throat for a gifted breath to flood it. There was a plea in his eyes to allow such a gift as taking a breath to be given back to him, but Scorpius seemed to enjoy the moment a bit too much as his mother’s voice flooded his thoughts.

         “ General Merandus would say this is happening too soon, ” he mused to himself as he tightly closed his lids before allowing Orion to breathe again. “ Take a breath as if it were the first you have ever done before. ” A loud gasp came from the other side of the room as several coughs followed before Scorpius turned back to the king. “ Listen — let me make this up to you. ” He slowly walked towards the king before lowering to his level with hands lightly massaging the king’s shoulders. “ You will forget what just happened. You will only recall how easily I bowed to my knee for you and how I pledged my allegiance to your cause. You even granted me complete access to every meeting you have planned in regards to this kingdom. We hugged afterward, and you swore that you would never go against me. Now stand. ”

         Orion lifted to his feet when his breathing had returned to normal, and he reached down to Scorpius ( who was pretending to bow again before his king ) to bring him back to his own feet. “ My friend, ” the king said with a huge smile on his face, “ I cannot wait to see what we can do with this kingdom—together. ” And with that, Scorpius found his way out of the king’s chambers with a flutter in his chest and pride for himself as he knew that this moment would lay a path for what was to come.

[ofsilverbloodrp-blog]

SCORPIUS MERANDUS

age: twenty-eight

blood status: silver

occupation: lieutenant

pronouns: he / him

sexuality: pansexual aromantic

Love was a concept made for those that were born with weightless duties thrust upon their shoulders and family traditions that were written off as unnecessary. Within House Merandus, the concept of such a genuine emotion was washed away by the thought of the weakness it could ignite within a person. Marriages were planned so precisely that anyone that dared carry the house name had to prove their worth in various scenarios. The birth of those within the next generation was timed just right to line themselves parallel with the reigning royal family in hopes to keep themselves one step ahead. Therefore, it was when the first born of General Cleo Merandus and Lieutenant Titus Merandus came two years before the birth of the crown prince that they knew their time to rise was coming. The name Scorpius seeming to fit the dark-eyed child, who refused to cry at birth as if showing how perfectly he already fit into the family.

It seems too soft to label the years between his birth and his transition into an adult as a childhood as a child did not exist within him. He never knew the joys of laughter after a joke as the simplest moments many experienced were not granted to him. He only knew how to turn such joyous occasions against a person and warp them to his benefit. The terminology that many would use for their parents being written off as disrespectful as ‘ General Merandus ’ and ‘ Lieutenant Merandus ’ were the only terms acceptable within his household. The nighttime stories many would get before bed were drastically different for him as war plans were sprawled across his bed with journals of his parents time at the war front being the only escape he was gifted. He wasn’t allowed to dream of fields filled with various wild flowers or think about the way the sun’s warmth could sink into your skin — No, he was forced to imagine how much pressure one had to use in order to slice through the skin and just how much blood loss would cost someone their life.

There was only one thought that crossed Scorpius’ mind during this time that many could not say in regards to their own lives — every single moment of his was not wasted. From the earliest possible hours of the morning, he was woken up to begin his studies that would last hours before anyone else in the kingdom with his training coming soon after. General Merandus reluctantly allowing him to train with the other silvers of age in hopes that he would show his dominance as a Merandus. It was within these hours alongside silvers his own age that a drastic difference was evident. His idea of what was right and wrong was severely molded to mirror alongside everyone within House Merandus with his own personal opinion never coming to bear fruit as he was silenced before they could be vocalized. He had to watch as the other silvers were showered with affection so often that he became repulsed by the idea entirely. ‘ Something that can cause one to smile will just as easily cause them to frown, ’ General Merandus would whisper to her heir, ‘ It is your duty to find the source of the smile and cause the latter. ’

Words were often used for guidance and instruction over comfort from those within House Merandus, which made the empathy from others outside of his household always mistaken for something else ( pity perhaps ). Scorpius grew to find his seclusion an advantage, and he did his parents proud as he got older with his own choices reflecting back proudly on his family. His studies being consumed by books on manipulation and deceit with a quick browse on ways into the hearts of those around him. Fortunately for him, he was naturally gifted in the art of seduction with many falling into his palm before a word could be spoken. His house carried plenty of weight in this society, making him one of the top bachelors available. He grew disgusted by how often those within the Elite would toss their daughters at his feet as if sacrificing them to a god. He was surely a god among men with his upbringing a spark of conversation often as they knew the displeasure it was for those within House Merandus to be ranked just below the Calores. With proper timing and patience, he knows that everything leading to where he is now was not in vain.

CONNECTIONS

CLEO & TITUS MERANDUS, family / complete loyalty; Those within House Merandus are fiercely loyal to their own that many fear what would happen if you went against them. It’s funny how that goes two ways though for him as the moment he makes a fatal mistake would be the same moment his family completely cut him off. Every single move in his life is a reflection on them, and he has never once felt what it was like to stray from the path they painted before him ( not that he has wanted to ). The two people that gave him life are as far from the definition of what a mother and father should truly be, but it is all he has ever known since his first breath. He has gained knowledge in areas that many people in parental roles would never grant their children in learning, but this is his greatest strength as he has seen the darkest of places and came back for more. He has heard laughter and weeping in the same breath as his parents gave him such opportunities. His darkness proudly on display for them when called forth, and he feels as if stepping away from who he has become would never be worth it, even if it would cause his own demise. 

ROYAL FAMILY ( THE CALORES ), questionable respect; Scorpius was told from an early age that only those that could keep balance would be granted the crown upon their head — a silent rage beginning to fuel in that moment. He was taught that those within House Calore would be respected until they stepped out of line, and it would be in this moment that he would be allowed to speak his mind. Of those within the royal family, he found himself drawn to the princess with short conversations happening in passing to plant small seeds into her mind. ‘ The crown would fit your head much better, ’ Scorpius would whisper during seasonal balls as they shared a dance. It was such a simple remark, but he could see the glimmer of light flicker behind dark orbs. Their souls were cut from the same dark cloth of tradition, and he made it his mission to show her how close they truly were the same. The other two that carried the Calore name were undeserving of such royalty with one willingly pushed off to war without the desire for blood and the other bowing too easily for those in the kingdom. If there was a plan for treason, he knows it would be too easily done with such a shaken foundation in a house that is supposed to be united.

CROWNSTRIAL COMPETITORS, complete interest; They all fascinate him in a way with how eager they were to compete for the hand of a man that holds little strength in his backbone. Scorpius refused to return to the castle for the competition until he was certain that his timing would be impeccable. He would do his family proud with how thought out his plan was of a return with little room for mistake. The second news hit the frontlines that the king would be coming seemed to be too good of an opportunity to waste, so he made sure to tempt the newly crowned ruler of Norta with a chance of seeing true action face-to-face. When it came time to leave, he requested a return back to the castle, which was granted gracefully as he soon found himself back in a life he had missed ( a little ). It was the event that made the plan exactly what he had dreamed it would be as a mask upon his face and fatal promises whispered into the ears of many were exactly what he wanted, and his first mission was to capture the attention of those that fought to wear the crown upon their head.

His faceclaim is ALEXANDER KOCH and is NON-NEGOTIABLE. He is TAKEN by ADMIN AJ.

[playdjo]