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(Not a bot, please say if reading!) (Heya! I'm Moxxie, though some call me Ash. I'm looking to do a medieval and fantasy style RP. It is planned that some themes are darker(ex. physical and mental abuse, panic attacks and flashbacks to name some), so just as a warning. I will not at all be offended if you disconnect/leave now, or if you have to take a break in the middle. Just please let me know before hand! Here, I have typed out the necessary background. I also have the starter and a description of myself to send if you're interested!)
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The Kingdom of Ajaki has always been one of great power. They knew how to weaponize brutal strength, using it to take over land, people and even other Kingdoms. They were always in a warring state, but Ajaki always ended victorious. Their strategy? A total lack of value in the soldiers' lives. Anyone could be asked their kingdom's enemy and the response would be Ajaki. However, the one thing that they didn't prepare for was magic. It was a taboo topic, so they weren't prepared to defend against it. Thus, a nomadic tribe assassinated the King using some ancient form of sorcery. The Queen was heart broken, despite the King's abusive and tyrannical rule, but she had to remarry quickly for her children. That did not stop her from passing a law, one that banned the use of ANY magic or magical item by the commonfolk, the punishment being death. But, what she didn't know was that the nomadic tribe didn't just kill the King, no. They cursed the blood line. What was the curse? Well, it was the one thing that they hated most: magic. It wouldn't come in the Queen's lifetime, nor that of her children. But in the third generation, an heir - the only of that time - was born to King Havel and Queen Najir, one possessing the same ancient art of magic.
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(Thank you for reading! Let me know if you're interested and I'll send over both the starter and my description. For reference, I will be playing as the Ajaki heir and you as the heir of a Kingdom called Tyri. Please at least be able to match my level of writing, though. I'm not a stickler for minuscule grammatical mistakes, but please avoid things like text talk(hru, brb, etc.) in the roleplay, asterisks, etc. You don't have to match the length of my responses everytime either, but please give me something to work with. If you're not interested, that is alright too and I hope you have a good morning/day/evening!)

(As I said, my name is Moxxie/Ash. I am genderfluid(he/they/it/e) and queer. I stand around 52-5'3 and have paler skin with a smaller build. My hair is short, fluffy and naturally dark brown, though I bleach and dye it dark purple. Currently, a little bit of brown is at the roots, but the majority is still purple. I have dark grey eyes and, due to central heterochromia, have gold rings around the pupils. I've got some scars on the inside of my arms, as well as one on my cheek from a car accident. I'll be dressed in a black suit with silver embellishments on the arms, legs and waist, as well as an embroidered sword in the corner(Ajaki's crest), and a large black cloak with a hood that I keep over my head.)
Today was the day. It was happening. Well, actually a couple of things were happening. For one, there was a royal ball, though those were commonplace these days. I was used the metaphorical song and dance, having to prepare a display of my magical abilities each time. Though, I wasn't sure whether it was to impress or scare the other kingdoms. I hated being shown around like an exotic bird, but I knew that if I didn't I'd be punished. And I hated their punishments. Up until the ball I was instructed to stay in the castle - like that was new - and...uhm, entertain the other royals. It was fine, it'd been a normal task of mine since a few years ago and I'd gotten used to it, uh, for the most part. The other important element of the day was the arrival of the Tyrian heir for their week long stay. I wasn't looking forward to having another person here, especially if they were anything like my parents, but again...not like I could complain.
I had just finished with the last "appointment" that'd been set, it being for the Earl of the Kingdom. I always disliked him. Anyway, while I waited for the ball to actually start, I went through the routine in my head while stashing myself in a small nook in the entrance hall. "Water to clouds, clouds to lightning, lightning to ice, then ice to snow," I repeated, waving my hand slightly to play around with some snowflakes that I had made. Suddenly, trumpets were going off, startling me and causing me to melt the snowflakes. "Attention, all. Heir [your name] of the Tyri Kingdom has arrived," belted someone from the doors of the castle. 'Great,' I thought. They were here. I hopped down silently from my makeshift post, swiftly walking towards the ballroom, hoping that they hadn't seen me. "As well, the ball will be getting started in ten minutes!" the same voice announced. 'Too soon.'