#ro:l

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What do the ROs want/need/dread most to hear from MC

Want || Need || Dread

Armon

I need your help. || Let us bring peace to the kingdom. || I don't care what you think!

Caelestis/Caelestia

Good job! || You're important too. || Get away from me! Leave!

Lucien/Lucienne

You can trust me. || I'll stay by your side. || Who would have known you were so easy to fool.

Matías/Malèna

Hello gorgeous! || I missed you. || I hate you, I'll never forgive you!

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RO appearance

I got a lot of ask to release the Artbreeder ver. of the ROs so here they are!!

Armon Solen

Caelestis/Caelestia

Lucien/Lucienne Alaire

Matías/Malèna Beck

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RO Description

Armon Solen || M || 26y || 188 cm || ISTJ

Armon is a mountain of a man. Seemingly made from stone and chiselled by an artist who dreamt of perfection. He keeps his coiled black hair short, his beard is trimmed neat, and his dark grey eyes that watch you are cold, but not unkind. With years of battle fight in the army of Luxoria, Armon's body is broad and strong, his warm bronze skin carries the scars of those battles and his square jaw tight to the reminder of the men and women he had lost to the war.

Caelestis/Caelestia || M/F || 23y || 172 cm || INFJ

Your royal retainer is ever present by your side, their hand tucking ash brown hair behind their ear, their shoulders slender and body lean. Most people would dismiss them if they do not know them by name or catch sight of the charred arms of a Bright mage that contrast their ivory skin. You have heard of the hardships these mages must face in childhood to gain their title, but when they are near their smile is peaceful and their blue eyes gentle.

Lucien/Lucienne Alarie || M/F || 28y || 198 cm ENTJ

The Marquess lives the definition of grandeur, when they walk into a room their whole essence demands the attention of all. They tower above everyone, their tied hair an echo of their skin, pale as if untouched by the sun. Their hazel eyes ever half-lidded, and a knowing smile constant on their lips. Their arrogance is not undeserving, as Marquess they are the frontline defense of Primada and the lines of their lands have not diminished since they took power after the death of their father in battle.

Matías/Malèna Beck || M/F || 27y || 176 cm ESTP

At first glance, the mercenary is unimposing. They greet you with warm brown eyes that twinkle, their smile bright and welcoming. Their black locks wild and dishevelled, they are not imposing in stature and their tan body though athletic is more nimble than strong. But when they have beckoned you close, distracted by their charm you will learn the lesson why they call their forest their home. They move with the grace of a wild cat, their eyes trained on you like a hawk, and they hunt with the fever of wolves.