The Lost Queen // Amalia || Queen Ashelia

"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name... I believe it is Amalia. It is the only name I can recall."

"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I believe I am 19... Yes, I was born long before the Empire took over Dalmasca. Although I hail from Ivalice, my alliances lie solely with the fallen Kingdom of Dalamsca, and I am willing to ally myself with anyone who wishes to take down the wicked Archades Empire."

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Um... No, it is not proper for us to date. You see I have a husband.... Had."

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I am one of the leaders of the Dalmascan Resistance, as such I excel in sword play and I have a good knowledge of white magicks."

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Ahem, I find your advances unwelcome."

"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I stand 5'5"."

"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I am rather thin. Although I do not have much muscle I can hold my own in combat."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I have often been told that my dress is rather formal for a rebel. I often wear this white shirt, with a black leather swath beneath it, along with a scarlet mini skirt. Most of my clothing is accented with gold and I have two armored boots that go up to my thighs. I wear my hair short, often a bob cut."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Many people say that I look similar to the late Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca."

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I appreciate your compliments, but I find it insulting to be compared t a dead woman."

"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"My love of Dalmasca is unrivaled, as such m hatred for Archades is even greater. I love the company of chocobo's, in fact I used to have one as a child... I think... Ahem, I can not stand Captain Basch Fon Ronsenburg, or any traitor for that matter. Furthermore I can not stand to be helpless or to sit idly by while others do my work, I would much rather be out in the battlefield earning my place. Regardless of the situation I would always want to find peaceful resolution to any situation, but sometimes... Sometimes it is not possible."

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I often talk rather properly for a common citizen of Rabanastre, and much expectations are rather high. I often become angry when things do not live up to what I expect.... Although I have not told anyone this before, I can not remember my past. Everything before two years is almost completely gone."

"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Home dawg? I am not familiar with such a term."

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"If you really think so, I like to think I am waiting for my Prince in shining white armor."

"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I would love a nice dance at the royal ball once Dalmasca has been restored."

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My family has resided within Dalmasca for seven hundred years."

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I... I had a father, I think. Yes, I remember him now. He was old, but he was both wise and kind. He died... Slain by a traitor. He died a few weeks before him.. I had a husband too. I can not remember his name, nor his heritage but I remember his face. He was handsome atop the chocobo, his white and gold armor shining in the light. He left to defend Nalbina Fortress, he wanted vengeance for his home falling to the hands of Archades. I begged him not to go... But he did not listen, and I have not seen him since.."

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"When I was a child, I remember a very large and beautiful house. It was like a palace, of course I was only a child I am sure my true birth home was not as wonderful as I remember. I grew up at the knees of my father, I can not remember my mother. I met my husband at an early age, we did not like each other at first. Most of my childhood is rather foggy, I remember having a pet chocobo too. Hmm.. I do not remember much until the fall of Dalmasca. I remember I was in tears, heartbroken. The Lady Ashe took her own life, so I went underground. I joined the rebel forces. Captain Vossler, he was the former Captain of the Dalmascan Knights, came to my aid. Together we fought for two years. But he went missing a few weeks ago... Even since then I have been working with the small amount of rebels left to take out the wicked Emperor Larsa."

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"I fear I must retreat, the future of Dalmasca rests on my shoulders."

name. Arzadon.
age. 20!
rp experience. Four to five years!
rules. THUNDAGA!!!
rp sample.

This was truly a place for great warriors! Large stone pillars, blood stained battle fields, and on top of that it had the finest gathering of warriors across all of Ivalice, or what Gilgamesh thought was Ivalice. The greatest Swordsman in all of Ivalice was simply a spectator, telling others that he was watching to find the greatest warrior here himself. After all only a powerful warrior could wield Excalipur. So Gilgamesh proudly waltzed down the hallways, munching on some buttered corn. Well it wasn't actually corn. It was this odd fluffy popped corn. Very fine magicians must have made it. The man mused to himself. That's when the man stopped in mid step.

Watch your tongue, or I will smite you where you stand. This world is mine to do as I please, and those within it...

The foreign voice boomed inside of his head. Never before in his life had the greatest of all swordsmen ever experienced such a thing. The man could not put the voice into words, as it even it's tone was beyond his grasp. So the man dropped his wonderful popcorn, no longer caring for the delightful snack. There was something greater awaiting him. He rushed forward, looking for whatever caused the voice inside of his head. His heart was pounding, Could this really be it?

And there she was. It was a woman who seemed to be the center of a small crowd. Gilgamesh knew instantly that this was woman was the human form of Excalipur. What else could be so beautiful, so divine and still grace the mortal world of Ivalice or what he thought to be Ivalice. The large man's eyes glanced to some bratty boy, who was talking down to his beloved Excalipur in human form. He seemed arrogant, dark and sinister even. A small group of monsters floated behind the boy. Was he threatening Gilgamesh's dear Excalipur? Gilgamesh nodded to himself after a few seconds of thought. Yes he was. HOW DARE HE!

Gilgamesh charged forward, placing himself between Calamity and Vanitas. One of his hands dramatically held under his red cloak. Then with a thrust of his arm he drew it out, revealing a large steel sword in his hand. The sword was clearly meant to be wielded with two hands, yet with Gilgamesh's large size he easily managed to wield it with one. Four holes were drilled into the blade, running along the back of the blade. In between the second and third hole a large black kanji was painted on. Anyone who happened to speak Japanese would know that it stood for fake, alluding to the quality of the blade. Yet it was clear that with Gilgamesh's size and strength that he could still pack a powerful punch behind the blade.

"Don't you lay a finger on my Excalipur!" the strange man shouted out at the boy. His brow knitted in rage. Calamity belonged to no one, but in his mind Calamity was Excalipur. And since Gilgamesh spent his entire adult life searching for it then it should be his, not some bratty boy.

--Gilgamesh