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In the underground kingdom there lives a normal upper ranking family. A king, a prince and a princess. One day as the king was sitting lazily upon his thrown a young woman was brought to him in shackles. The woman was struggling, growling and spitting out every word she could think of. The verdict around them gasped as they heard such foul language from a beautiful creature. The woman hated this kingdom, being imprisoned for fighting and using the king's name in vein.
"Sire." One of the guards said, struggling to keep a good hold on this woman. "Again she has been caught for fighting once more. What shall her punishment be this time?" He asked, the audience murmuring amongst each other. The king took a moment before finally speaking, "Put her in shackles, she must realize how precious life is as it passes her by." He said, simply dismissing them with the wave of his hand. Like that it was over. Or so they had thought. It turns out that the King's son, Prince Nuada, had slightly developed a liking and a fascination to this woman. Despite all the King's efforts, his rebellious adult son continues to sneak around to see her.

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*~ Mine ~*
Name: Rachael Morgan Tunis
Nickname: Widow, Shadow, Agent Tunis
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Husband/Wife: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Children: None
Personality: Rachael has a very fiery and mean personality. When she wants to be, she can be rude and mean so much it would scare you. Other times she's just solitary, only speaking when spoken to. Rachel doesn't communicate well with some people, which means she doesn't really like being social. She hates being threatened and will put up a very good fight.
Species: Human x Griffin x Elf
History: ""I don't open up to people but if you must know, when I was a baby, my parents died from some illness that was spreading around. Shortly after, I was sent to live with my aunt. Growing up with her, I wasn't always so quiet, in fact I was a loud mouth." She said with a grin. "Hard to believe I know. Well then I started growing my first set of wings, you know how that goes, molting and itching and ugh." She said. "I spent some of my teen life in a prison, they had put me there for starting a fight with King Balor. They were actually supposed to kill me but he took pity for some reason." She paused. "I was beaten so bad and treated poorly in that 'jail'. People would walk by with sharp sticks and jab them at me, they'd throw stuff at me, and a lot of other things. But see, things were way more uncivilized back when I was young. Once in a while a nice villager would slip me an apple or two while the guards weren't looking. But one day I just got really tired of all the abuse and such and when the next person came at me with a stick I grabbed them through the bars and actually killed him." She shook her head. "Everyone deemed me dangerous and had a chain tied around my neck and shackles on my wrists so I couldn't run off. Then came the starvation. I went days without eating anything and when I finally did, it was either moldy or tasteless." She took a deep breath. "I'd get water but only if I earned it. My aunt actually stopped by once but only to offer the guards she remove my wings and banish me to the above world." Rachael took another deep breath, her voice slow and smooth. "They took a sharp sword, driving it deep into my wings, where they attached to me anyway. They twisted and twisted and cut through the bone, ripping it off without a second thought. I've got the scars between my shoulder blades." She said, no sympathy for herself. "It stopped bleeding a day or two after."
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Name: Prince Nuada
Nickname: None
Age: Unkown
Gender: Man
Husband/Wife: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Racheal Tunis
Children: None
Personality: Prince Nuada is 'very dark', a complete opposite of his twin sister Princess Nuala. He shows no emotion but hatred towards the earth and it's people. If you really break it down to the basics, Prince Nuada has actually extremely good reasons to want to kill all of humanity. He disapproves with Greed but will gladly start and finish any war.
Species: Elf
History: In Christmas of 1955, a young H*llboy is told a bedtime story by his adoptive father, Trevor Broom, involving an ancient war between man and magical creatures, started by man's greed. After years of battle and defeat of the magical creatures' forces, the master of the goblin blacksmiths offers to build an indestructible golden mechanical army for King Balor, the one-armed king of the elves. Influenced by his son Prince Nuada, Balor orders the building of this Golden Army. Soon the humans attack again but the Golden Army devastates them; Balor creates a truce with the humans to stop the bloodshed: Man will keep his cities and the magical creatures will keep their forests. Nuada does not agree with the truce, and leaves in exile. The magical crown controlling the army is broken into three pieces, one piece going to the humans and the other two kept by the elves, so the Golden Army can never be used again. A few months later though his father requests for him to return to the kingdom, to help him rule over the people. Nuada accepts. A day after returning he witnessed a woman, fighting as though she was animal, stunning him greatly. Ever since then, he has been finding himself drawn to her, though she resents him now.
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OOC::// Accepted!
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The air was thick and warm as the ground was colder with a certain roughness. Rachael slowly awoke from her stiff dream, blinking a few times to get her eyes adjusted to the underground lighting. Her skin was very dry and her clothes were mainly in tatters and her shirt was being held on by a thread. She stood up, the chain from the shackles scraping the ground. She tied one piece of the shirt upward again, to help it stay on. It was a very drab place to be when your in the prime of your life. Rachael could heard the chatter amongst the hateful people who walked by, causing her anger to broil.

The young prince had already gotten a head start into the day, roaming around to make a daily round. As he walked around the beautiful kingdom he noticed a prisoner in chains and armed guards keeping a watchful eye over her. The woman looked terrible in the way she dressed and even in her posture. Though her face was dirty and her hair was matted she was still beautiful. The prince paused for a moment and walked only inches from her, where the chains wouldn't allow her to reach. Not that he was scared of her at all. He put his hands behind his back and stood straight, the guards watched. "Imprisonment?" He asked her, putting a hand up to the guards as they tried to explain. He soon settled his hand behind his back again and looked at the woman, obviously taller.

Rachael watched cautiously as the prince made his way to her. She turned and walked to the farthest wall, the farthest away from him. Since she was being held between an abandon building and the rest of the kingdom she was chained to bricks and steel. The lady wished he would step a bit closer, wanting to take out this man too. Waiting patiently for him to step over the line she stepped back out of the shadows and glared at him, her cold yellow eyes beaming. "Murder." She whispered with a half smile. Rachael began to walk in side circles, smiling sinister smiles and testing the chains with her strongest arm. She looked over at him. "Funny isn't it? How the fact that a woman can be imprisoned and treated like a dog, while the humans above, who are treating the world as s*** can walk around freely." She hissed out, pausing and standing a few feet ahead of him.

The young man nodded once, "I feel the same." He said beginning to pace back and forth. "But of course, they haven't murdered there own kind. They haven't murdered their family mercilessly, have they?" He said, a growl slipping into his voice. "Your imprisonment is only a minimum of what I would do to you." He said with no emotion, glaring back at her. He simply caught her eyes and refused to look away. That would show a sign of weakness, which he didn't have. Nuada stood firmly in one spot once more, stepping on the inside of the diameter in which the chains could reach. The guards warned him about his fowl, only to have him dismiss them as though he didn't care. Nuada waited, challenging her.

The words hit her hard and made her anger broil over the edge, she shot him a stronger glare and grumbled words under her breath. As soon as his foot touched dirt inside of the diameter she rushed him, stopping only a few inches away. She could feel him breathing on her face, that's how close she was. "Why didn't you turn to run!?" She asked, taking a step back. "Why didn't you cower like the others?" She said, eyeing him curiously. She was secretly admiring how brave he was to stand there. The guards moving closer to get a better view.

The prince didn't flinch nor move an inch as she charged him, her follow up questions only making him smile a little. "I have no reason to fear you, for you should have a reason to fear me." He said, hardening his voice till he was practically growling the words out. He stood stiffly, his shoulders squared and his jaw set. Nuada looked down at her, no expression really but you could see his thoughts processing in his head, you could tell by the way he was silent that he was thinking. He too was admiring her, but not in a personality way.

Rachael smirked, "I fear no one!" She growled before standing closer to him, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You cannot feel fear if your already dead." She said before smiling. The young girl looked at the engravings on his head and neck, interested by them. She was about to take a step back, a huge crowd now gathered around to watch. This included the one armed king, King Balor. He was obviously, Prince Nuada's father. Also in the crowd next to him, Prince Nuada's sister stood. Princess Nuala. She and her father watched intently.

Prince Nuada could feel her breathing steadily on his neck where his hair didn't quite cover. He leaned in closer, as if going to kiss her neck. He used a strong arm to wrap around her waist quickly and yank her into him. "Don't under estimate me." He said quietly in her ear. The prince pulled back and looked at her for a few more seconds before letting her go and turning his back to her. He simply backed walked away, the crowd beginning to break apart and head casually in different locations. They all had things to do.

Rachael felt her body tense as she was forced to be pressed against him. The hair on her neck stood up as he whispered into her ear, she smirked and looked him over. Though she didn't like being touched she allowed it this time, just as he got about 2 feet away she stopped him. "Hey Prince!" She called after him, a smirk still on her face. "Perhaps it is me you shouldn't under estimate." She said, smiling a sinister smile before walking back into the shadows. It sent chills down the guards' spines.

Prince Nuada simply stopped for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. A smile worked onto his face, "We'll see." He said loud enough for her to hear, before disappearing into the crowd. As he walked his sister joined by his side, "Brother, have you any idea who that woman be?" She asked, trying her best to keep up with him. The prince blinked, "She is the first female sentenced to death, a murderer, a convict. Disgusting filth." He said, keeping his eyes straight ahead. His sister nodded, "Then why brother, do you love her?" She asked, causing her brother to stop abruptly. He whirled, "I do not love her, I don't even like her." He growled, his sister nodded. Though she knew the truth.

Rachael smirked one last time before laying against the wall, she had just gotten comfortable when the guards walked over to her. Armed and ready if she attacked. "Show yourself Widow!" The nickname came from her looks. Beautiful but deadly all at the same time, with a strike that could leave you paralyzed, if your lucky. She opened her eyes, their yellow color beaming and glowing from the shadows. The guards inhaled deeply, walking toward her again. One bent and grabbed the shackles, snatching her toward him. He put another set of hand cuffs on her before undoing the shackles. It was required she spend at least an hour outside each day. Supervised of course. They began to lead her into the outside world, people throwing things at her and yelling hateful words. She ignored it for as long as she could.

The prince watched from afar, thinking nobody was around to see him starring at Rachael. He drifted into a fantasy world of his own, sighing happily. His sister walked up behind up, "Ah-ha, I knew it." She said, folding her arms. Her brother turned around. "Just what is it that you want?" He asked, now agrivated with her presence.
"You like that girl."
"I told you once before I know nothing of her." He growled.
"Just admit it, I can tell your lying."
"Nuala I will not stand here and be question by you! I've told you the truth now leave me be!" He snarled, glaring at his sister. She nodded sadly and began to walk away. He had attracted a bit more attention than he had thought.

The sound of his sweet yet strong voice filled her ears as Rachael began to shake her head. She didn't understand why she kept hearing his voice over and over again. The guards soon lead the skinny Rachael out onto the above world, letting her be free on the grass for a few minutes. They watched over her closely, before hooking a chain on the handcuffs so she could walk around freely without actually being free. Rachael growled something at them before walking onto the soft grass, loving the feeling of something other than dirt under her callused feet.