[thatonething]

Loose Plot: In a far off Northern Kingdom, lived a beautiful Prince. His job is to provide as many new subjects and birth a new heir to the throne. Currently he is looking for suitable male and female carriers as well as a couple of male seeders for the Royal harem. ( this is a fantasy Rp, if mpreg, rapid pregnancies,eggpreg, breeding, male lactation isn't your thing then this rp is not for you. Please try to be semi- descriptive)
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My Oc

Name: Prince Achilles Fowl
Age: 23
Race ( human or other) : Pureblood Frost Elf
Gender: hermaphrodite
Looks: Long white hair, with silver eyes. Slim build, with a feminine body shape and sharp defined facial features. Height of 5'⁴
Seeder/Carrier: both
Background ( optional): Is the prince of an elf northern kingdom. Because of recent wars with other nations and also due to the fact that Frost elves are a rare being, each Prince of the Fowl line must produce a large number of children before having to birth the official heirs. It's soon Achilles time to take the throne, however if he dose not follow through on giving the kingdom of Lesurguard more people then his cousin will get said throne. ( if anyone wants to be the evil cousin go right ahead, but ask me first so we can work something out ^^)
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Other races:

Drow ( dark elves) = higher risk of carrying multiples then most
Frost elves= few in number, more seeders then carriers, females are limited
Human= varies
Half elf: varies
Dragon born: more seeders ( eggpreg if you want)
Teifling ( devils) : varies ( eggpreg if you want)
Demon / Angel: varies
Mermaids/Merman: both plus eggpreg for sure

Side/extra ~
Vampire ( add race, human or elf ect: varies
Werewolf( add race, human, elf, ect): varies
Forum ( add more detail if you want)
Pureblood ( demon, elf, dragon born ect): higher success of pregnancy
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MUST FILL IN THE BASICS**

Name:
Age:
Race ( extra?):
Gender:
Carrier/seeder:
Background:

[Devotedhelper15]

Name: Cairi Fotiá
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Carrier
Race: Dragon Born (fire)
Background: An intelligent, caring, beautiful and passionate young woman, Cairi was always considered... interesting to many. However, she was born into a noble family among the Dragon Born.
As part of the tradition of a peace agreement made with the Frost Elves centuries ago, she, as the first born daughter of her family, was sent to be the servant at the right hand of the heir to the Frost Elf throne. She has been in Prince Achilles' service since she had her first blood at age 12, when she was considered to finally be a woman. She has been nothing but kind and loyal to the prince, and despite the nature of her coming to be in his service and what it symbolizes, she is... happy to be with him. In addition, she is a rare breed of her species, as, should she ever fall pregnant while in heat, she would carry and birth live young as opposed to laying eggs like the majority. It is especially rare for the fire dragon born, as opposed to water, earth and air.

[thatonething]

Name: Cairi Fotiá
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Carrier
Race: Dragon Born (fire)
Background: An intelligent, caring, beautiful and passionate young woman, Cairi was always considered... interesting to many. However, she was born into a noble family among the Dragon Born.
As part of the tradition of a peace agreement made with the Frost Elves centuries ago, she, as the first born daughter of her family, was sent to be the servant at the right hand of the heir to the Frost Elf throne. She has been in Prince Achilles' service since she had her first blood at age 12. She has been nothing but kind and loyal to the prince, and despite the nature of her coming to be in his service and what it symbolizes, she is... happy to be with him. In addition, she is a rare breed of her species, as, should she ever fall pregnant while in heat, she would carry and birth live young as opposed to laying eggs like the majority. It is especially rare for the fire dragon born, as opposed to water, earth and air.

I like her, jumping right into rp ))

Achilles sat up in his chambers, going through the list of possible candidates. He wasn't impressed by it. Sighing, the young prince balled the parchment paper and lazily threw it across the room. He sunk down in his chair, gazing at the stary night. Today was the end of the last day of his freedom before he had to start 'reproducing' as so to speak. In all honesty the prince had been on edge all month about the whole ordeal. He had no experience with this sort of thing.

[Devotedhelper15]

*I knocked on the door* My prince? *she said calmly* May I come in?

[thatonething]

Achilles turned his head to the door, in a lazed manner. "Mh yes yes, you can enter." He said.

[Sam260]

Name: Mathias "Mattie" Vermillion
Age: Twenty Years Old (20)
Race: Pureblood Human's
Gender: Male
Carrier/Seeder: Carrier
Background:  Valaria, a bustling merchant city of wealth out among the hills, valleys and rivers not too far from the Northern Kingdom. While there are no exact royals among the area, the Vermillion name suffices all the same. Wealth amassed the name from traders, bankers, and even warriors. As it currently stands, there are twelve heirs to the name, with two more on the way to male fourteen. Once these heirs reach a certain age, in order to receive inheritance, they must complete a task their parent set out for them. It just so happened that in this particular case, for the Third and Fifth eldest, an opportunity from the Northern Kingdom might have just arrived.

Mathias "Mattie" Vermillion, fifth eldest of the Vermillion family, alongside his brother were given this task to head out to the Northern Kingdom, and while he wasn't the strongest or biggest of the brothers at only twenty years old; he always did what his parents asked of him.  This time was no different.  Mattie was only five foot and seven inches (5'7") tall, making him one of the shortest out of all his siblings - except the younger kids and his sisters who were either his height or shorter. 

His body was built to carry; with wide hips and curved features.  He had beautiful green eyes, short black hair that he was able to tie up into a pony tail - he was definitely 'made' to carry children, and was actually excited about one day having a family.  He had tan skin that spoke of his Middle Eastern routes and spoke with an accent that could soothe any beast.  He was a beautiful man, and anxious to start life outside of his family home; the two brothers would finally have freedoms, and not have to sleep on top of each other and the rest of their siblings.

[Klayko]

Name: Xellanius “Xel” Vermillion
Age: Twenty-Four
Race ( extra?): Pureblood Human
Gender: Male
Carrier/seeder: Both
Background:

Valaria, a bustling merchant city of wealth out among the hills, valleys and rivers not too far from the Northern Kingdom. While there are no exact royals among the area, the Vermillion name suffices all the same. Wealth amassed the name from traders, bankers, and even warriors. As it currently stands, there are twelve heirs to the name, with two more on the way to male fourteen. Once these heirs reach a certain age, in order to receive inheritance, they must complete a task their parent set out for them. It just so happened that in this particular case, for the Third and Fifth eldest, an opportunity from the Northern Kingdom might have just arrived. Xellanius “Xel” Vermillion, the thief eldest, arrives to offer his expertise in trading and possibly more. After all, to have that many children, the Vermillion name is quite pure.

Like his younger brother, Xel shared many traits that reeked of being a Vermillion. Unlike him, he stood at a five foot eleven with a body well committed to physical prowess: A lean, yet muscular frame, one well spent at having swung a few blades and lifting things well past his size. His skin was tan as well, his eyes not as green as his brother’s, a more refined hazel that symbolized he was a mix of both his father and mother. He had no shame in embracing his masculinity in the finest, a sturdy black beard across his face, well tended to by a knife he carried for more than one purpose. His hair was short, cropped and slightly ruffled, even.

They were there due to a proposition, this meaning they would be well on their way towards a proper freedom from their family, just like his older brother, older sister and fourth youngest had already done. Xel was often tending to one too many business affairs to have figured out what he could effectively contribute to his family’s name. That’s why he was there with his pint-sized brother.

“The Prince will be with you all shortly, I’m sure,” one of the maids announced as she scurried away. Xellanius eased down in a chair among the palace, not really saying much to his brother because to be frank, there really wasn’t much that could be talked about among themselves. They needed the Elven Prince very much present at the moment.

[Devotedhelper15]

Achilles turned his head to the door, in a lazed manner. "Mh yes yes, you can enter." He said.

My Prince, the Vermillion brothers have arrived. It is time to greet them.

[thatonething]

Achilles turned his head to the door, in a lazed manner. "Mh yes yes, you can enter." He said.

My Prince, the  Vermillion brothers have arrived. It is time to greet them.

"Vermilion brothers? Ah very well." Achilles got up, leaving his chambers. "I hope I haven't kept them long-" he mused.

[Sam260]

Mattie stood near to his brother, but not quite near enough. Now that they had space between them, he didn't exactly feel like being crowded close to the older man. He still looked up to his older brother but didn't have to be so close when doing that, anymore.

Mattie saw the prince coming and immediately stood up straighter. He fixed the blue and green tunic he was wearing - one he dyed himself - and smiled winningly in the Prince's direction; he bowed at the waist, keeping eye contact with the older man the entire time "Prince Fowl, thank you for requesting us here to your lovely abode. My brother and I are hoping we can be helpful to you in anyway possible." Mattie said, his middle eastern accent flowing beautifully from his juicy looking pink-red lips.

[Devotedhelper15]

"Vermilion brothers? Ah very well." Achilles got up, leaving his chambers. "I hope I haven't kept them long-" he mused.
[/quote]

No, not long, your highness. They only just arrived. They are comfortably waiting in the front foyer.

[thatonething]

Achilles gave a gentle smile, and gave a wave of his hand. "No please, the bowing won't be needed with me. Just call me Achilles- I mean after all we will be seeing each other quite often in the future, correct?" The elf tucked back a few silver strands of his hair behind his pointed ear.

[Sam260]

Mattie shrugged his shoulders lightly and looked directly at the elf before him, vibrant green eyes staring directly into the soul of the elf before him "I suppose we will be, depending on how things progress from here on out." Mattie said quietly, reaching up to play with a strand of hair that had fallen from his own pony tail holder.

[Devotedhelper15]

The prince welcomes you on behalf of the Frost Elves, gentlemen. *I bow only my head*

[thatonething]

"Shall I escort you both to your new private chambers?" Achilles asks, watching every movement before him with calculating eyes.

[Klayko]

There was a lot of bowing and other formalities. Xel wasn’t brash, but the moment he was told most of it was not needed, he of course did just that and became a bit more relaxed. He was one to mind his manners however, greeting ever figure present, even the servant.

“That would be fine,” he stated in regards to his private chambers.

[thatonething]

Achilles smiled more lively that time and swiftly turned on his heel, heading in the direction. Only once glancing over at the Vermilion brothers. Just a quick glance at them. " Please don't hesitate to ask for anything at all. It's part of my duty to make sure everyone is comfortable... " the prince trailed off, his mind wandering. "Are there any concerns or questions you might have?" He asked after a few moments.

[AnonysaurusRex]

Name: Vaelindra Aetris
Age: Thirty
Race: Pureblood Drow
Gender: Female
Carrier/seeder: Carrier
Background: The vast labyrinthine metropolis of Esl Belanore sits beneath a range of mountains due south of the Northern Kingdom, their halls and markets and homes mere inches from mineral deposits that run in thick, luminous veins above their heads. From the veins of zinc, silver, and gold come the riches of House Aetris and their riches came with the reward of a house prized for acumen and strength hardwon by years of war against those who proved threats to their cause. The women of House Aetris are prized for their beauty, their inky skin stretched tight over the sharpness of their cheeks and plump lips that hide a blinding smile all while framed by luxurious white locks that fall long over their supple curves.

In a goodwill gesture to the prince Achilles Fowl in anticipation of his ascension to the throne, their matriarch Sana negotiates a treaty to establish trade between Esl Belanore and the Northern Kingdom and offering a gift upon its signing: Vaelindra. Vaelindra arrives in a wheelhouse draped in silks of gold and silver and ebony that fall across the carved windows that hide her from the outside world. As her footmen pulled the wheelhouse to a stop, a curved beauty of medium build- no more than 5'6"- would step forth from the depths of the carriage, her amber eyes wide as she took her aide's hand and took in all the sights of the world above ground. Vaelindra's white curls framed the gray skin of her round face before pouring down her back across her black robes lined with silver fibers that seemed to shimmer whenever the light caught them before the shrill voice of a maid caught her attention. Her amber eyes sharpened and darted to meet the plump face of the older lady who had rushed to meet her, flinching as the maid grabbed her hand to lead her toward the Prince's chambers.

"Welcome to the Northern Kingdom, milady. The Prince looks forward to making your acquaintance!"

Vaelindra drew her hand forcefully backward out of the maid's hand as the two stopped in the vestibule of the great palace.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking of my own volition... but thank you, ma'am. The pleasure is likewise," Vaelindra would speak as she massaged her hand.

[Citus]

Name: Mahanon Verxus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Pureblood Drow
Carrier/Seeder: Both
Background: The House of Verxus was a large house Also located in the City of Esl Belanore. The Verxus were a House linked very close to the Aetris. But they are also a Dynasty of one of the most Powerful mag es in the known world. The Verxus also noticed that Prince Achilles was looking for new members of his harem. So the head of the family used a spell to detect the most Fertile carrier and the most fertile Seeder in their Family... and they detected not two..... But one individual. Mahanon a fine Student of the Magical arts.
Mahanon made a little girlish appearance. He had wide hips and a kind of female shape but not little with a body height of 5'11. Although he was a Male. He was a very athletic being and loved sports and was also very proud of his magical abilities. His eyes glimmer Purple and his hair was Long and so white that it seemed to be made out of light when he was standing in the sun. In his face he had the typical, Elegant looking tattoos that the members of the House Verxus got when they where trained in the Magical arts.

He arrived at the place where the prince was saying he should go through a magical Portal. A technique only his family really managed to control properly. "Hello Sir who are you and what do you want? “ The Guards greeted him." I am the one the House of Verxus was sending out for Prince Achilles Harem" He said. And everyone would immediately believed him that because of his long but very tight sitting mage tunic.

[Dusty779]

Name: Drakar
Age: 24
Race ( extra?): dragonborn
Gender: male
Carrier/seeder: both with preference on carrier
Background: having been abandoned while young, Drakar lives in a small cave near the northern elf kingdoms castle. he has remained mostly unnoticed and has toiled away digging out his home making it a little more comfortable over the years. he makes his living selling the various precious gems and minerals he finds aswell as the skins from whatever hr hunts. he has apple green scales over most of his body which almost glow in the sunlight and pale white on his belly, chest, under tail, and the palms of his hands and souls of his feet. he has a pair of graceful horns coming out of the top of his head and a large set of semi tattered wings. his eyes are a deep purple with a slitted pupil in the centre. he stands just over six foot tall with a decent muscle build expected of his lifestyle although he does his best to make himself look smaller than he is. recently he has begun longing for romantic company but has been unable to find any who suit him.

Drakar sighed as he wandered through town. little had changed since he was last there although he heard some mutterings about something going on at the castle. he ignore it mostly as he doubted it would ever involve him. he was idly wandering the streets now looking for a possible good deal on something of interest before returning to his cave.
"Surprised noone has come to inspect my cave yef" he mutters to himself "they must know something is hoing on there... and its so close to the castle too..."