#crown rp

[bertievi]

OPEN

The races were always something of a delight for the royal family. Albert was not as enthused about it as his wife but of course would attend as King and with his own horses running. After the usual parade down the track, the King tucked himself into a seat in the royal box and relaxed while his wife and daughters watched with binoculars at the railing in front of him. He pulled out a cigarette and thought to enjoy the moment he had to himself, despite the crowds and cameras on him.

The other guests in the box mingled at the railing too or argued at the back over things unrelated to the races. When he felt someone take the seat next to him he said without any real check on who they were:

“I see I am not the -only one -who —quickly -grows -tired of the bustle -here.”

[bertievi]

Open 

There was just something tranquil about the chapel in Sandringham, at least to the King it was a particularly peaceful and sacred place where he could be left completely alone with God to get out his worries and thoughts. That particular winter’s evening, Albert was enjoying the peace of the small chapel, a small bundle of flowers in his hands as he knelt and simply admired the look of the alter by candlelight. If only he could find more time to indulge in such little observations. 

He heard the old door creak open, but for a long moment did not bother to address whomever had come in, instead he tried hard to hold on to those moments just alone in his faith as they slipped away with the inevitable interruption. He let out a low sigh as near enough permission for whatever disturbance was required of him in that moment.

[bertievi]

OPEN

Several officers filed down the corridor carrying their caps under their arms, their sombre expressions only meant their job that day was to deliver sad news to the King. In his own office, Albert was sat with his fingers lightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey, lost in deep thought.

War files were scattered around his desk, signed agreements, condolence letters awaiting his signature and the usual red box added to the pile of paper work. Ignoring all of it and his new company while he mused over what he had just been told.

[bertievi]

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Name: Father Hayden Lynch

Gender&Pronouns: Male&He/Him

Occupation: Priest at St. Benedict’s Parish

Age: 30-50 (UTP)

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He sometimes thinks that the only reason why he became a priest is because it was the only way to make sure that he didn’t go to hell. Fr. Lynch hoped that he would at least have to go through purgatory, which was fine with him. But then there were times where he doubted there was a purgatory and assumed that he was already living in hell. After all, this could only be hell if even men of God were plagued by demons. These demons came in various forms: money, drugs, sex, etc. etc. But they were there all the same, taunting him day in and day out. His parents had wanted better for him and his brother. They had wanted him to find something better than these handful of miles that seemed more prison than home. It was his brother, though, who had reminded him that he was more than the demons that chained him to the town. When he was growing up he knew he had gotten mixed into the wrong crowd, because that’s what big brothers do when little brothers do stupid things first, but then he tried to make his peace with God by devoting his life to him. Then came the day that the stable foundation of his life was corrupted -- the God that he had tried to make peace with reminded him that He was ever wrathful. Hayden returned to Coolsville to watch over his parents’ estate and to make sure that he was there for his brother. The former was much, much easier than the latter. Despite all the precautions he had taken, he could feel himself slipping.  Even though he thought he had cleansed himself of the demons that plagued him years ago. Even though he had sworn off of a certain lifestyle to repent for his sins. Even though he had confessed his sins again, and again, and again. Somehow or another he found his hands covered in blood -- and it was blood that was anything but sanctified. 

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Jasper Lynch:

The Cain To His Abel

Being the older brother had not simply been a title to Hayden. It had never been a  responsibility that he could shirk off. For as long as he could remember, being an older brother had defined his whole entire life. Between the two of them, Hayden had always been the more reasonable one, the more cautious and level headed -- which was saying a lot. The helpless devotion that he had for his brother may be pinpointed to the fact that his mother, on her deathbed, had begged him to watch out for Jasper. This promise that he made to his mother has proven to be his hubris, his undoing. When he returned to Coolsville he hadn’t expected his brother to spiral in such a dramatic manner. Honestly -- murdering innocent people was something that he definitely did not expect from his brother. Helping cover up the murder by making a deal with a drug lord to hide the bodies? That wasn’t something he had expected from himself. 

Isaac Duchannes:

The Beelzebub of Coolsville

Though he was a man of God, he hadn’t quite believed in the Devil -- until he met the Devil in human form. That form took the name of Isaac Duchannes, who had come to him offering a false light of guidance. Wasn’t that the form that the Devil liked to take though? A caricature of goodness and hope? But then Isaac had started calling in their favors, one by one piling up one bloody receipt after the other until Hayden was forced to scramble for payments so that his brother’s dirty deeds might remain a secret. What other choice did he have but to dip into the church’s generous pocket in order to pay his dues? The problem is that even the church can be giving for such a limited amount of time...

Reagan Young:

The Little Orphan Annie

One of the reasons why he had devoted himself to God was because he knew that women were nothing but trouble. However, there was a serious moral conflict that raged in his soul when he encountered Reagan on his doorstep with nothing but a shirt and flimsy shorts covering her form. The only natural course of action was to allow her shelter in the humble abode of the rectory and get her set up. While their relationship is tentative at best, he still is plagued by numerous questions: where did she come from, what is she doing, does she plan to kill him in his sleep. Simple ones like that. Ever since he has returned to serve Coolsville the town has been giving him nothing but surprises. They typically tended to be nasty ones, so is it so wrong for him to be apprehensive when considering this one?

suggested faceclaims: Colin O’Donoghue, Idris Elba, Milo Ventimiglia, Travis Fimmel, Dean O’Gorman (Semi-Negotiable)