So I'm doing my guys age at 23 and hes a knight but I'm making my form later as I'm about to go to school Form Name Age Gender Looks Clothing Weaponry Personality Rank in battle (leader, knight, peasant Other

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Name: Helene of Troy

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Looks: 

Clothes: 

Weapon: Silver bow & arrows

Personality: -

Rank: Knight

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(Changing to a prince who disgises himself as a peasant) Form Name Samuel Lightfoot (Prince Samuel Thomas Charles Renaldye) Age 23 Gender Male Looks Samuel has a handsome, masculine face with a square jaw and chissled cheekbones. He has thin, sly green eyes and a mischevious upturned and pointed nose. His lips are thin and a light rose color. He has very pale skin and stands at 6"3 which he uses to his advantage. His hair is black and long, drooping in his eyes and contrasts with his said pale skin. He is quite muscular with a six pack and muscled arms but he is not body-builder muscley Clothing Sam wears woolen brown trousers and a large cream shirt that is tied at the top in a cross with string. He wears scuffed black, steel toed boots. Basically, he looks like a peasant. However, he does wear a emerald green cloak with a hood fastened with a gold chain. Weaponry A silver long sword with a sapphire encrusted hilt Personality Sam is cunning and always puts himself first. He can have a furious temper and can be terrifying in battle. However, he is kind and doesnt belive in using his name to get his own way. He can be flirty (however he has never met a woman and so doesnt know this yet). He can be very cafing but he is spoilt and beloved everything should go his way. No questions asked Rank in battle Prince/peasant Other So mabye she could kidnap him thinking him a peasant but it turns out hes a prince?

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[Good idea! I'll start]

I walked around in the village, the scent of mules and cabbage stew filling my nose. The noise of barking dogs and ##### yelling men plugged my ears.  I had not one idea to the know the reason why was I in this village, when I could be in the castle, or knight house living peacefully. But no, I had decided to meet my parents, who were peasants. I loved them enough to leave the castle to come into the village. 

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I blundered out of the inn with a pint of foaming alcohol still in my hand. This is how I usually ended up these days... The outcast prince with no reason for living... I thought with a scoff as i raised the steel cup containing the bitter liquid to my lips once again. Dropplets splattered on my emerald cloak but I didn't honestly care. I lowered the cup and as soon as the brim moved away from my eyes I saw her, looking disgusted by the village but still managing that sweet beauty. I hadn't seen woman often for my father did not care for them after my mother left when I was young and this village didn't harvest many young beautys such as the one stood before me. I didn't think of myself hansome and I knew I must look a state. But something about her made me determained to have her.

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As I walked through the muddy smelling village, I felt a strange feeling, as if someone were staring at me.  I decreased my pace until I completely stopped, a group of young boys almost knocking me over. "Well, what impolite children!" I scoffed. Shaking my head in disgust, I continued walking on to my father's home. 

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"Ghost.of.Wilderness" wrote:

As I walked through the muddy smelling village, I felt a strange feeling, as if someone were staring at me.  I decreased my pace until I completely stopped, a group of young boys almost knocking me over. "Well, what impolite children!" I scoffed. Shaking my head in disgust, I continued walking on to my father's home. 

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I pulled my cloak over my head and, my mind clouded with drink and my thoughts unsteady, i began to follow her I glared ferosiously at the begger children but then messed up their hair and tossed them a gold coin as they lookedat me with the sad glance they used on unsuspecting rich women. I continued to follow the girl with a curiosity

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My pace quickened toward my father's home as more peasant children ran around me, asking me for money. Boys pulled at my dress and the girls tried rip my bow and arrows off my shoulder. "Shoo! Go away to your mothers!"  

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I saw some more children harrass her and I ran up. I threw some gold and silver coins on the ground and they pounced on them, fighting like cats over different coins. The woman hadnt seen my face and probably couldn't still due to my hood. I aprouched her from behind, not fully sure how to act, and placed my hands on her shoulders. I brought my face to her ear "sorry about that" I mumbled, feeling the shivers run across her skin

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