Welcome to War. The demon world is constantly plagued by battle, and the kingdom of Lycia is no exception. The people are under new management- a fierce, young warrior princess has stepped up to take the throne, with her trusted Guardian at her side. When things begin to heat up under the pressure of war, can they cope? Can they fight back the raiders from the north and handle more personal matters, or will things fall apart?

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Rosalleah (Leah) Capricio
Looks to be about 20

Name:Beolagh Atticus
Age: Appears to be about twenty one in human years
Appearance:

Leah tapped her fingers against her throne restlessly, a frown on her full lips. She'd only been queen for a few days- no one treated her like a queen, that was for certain- and already she was dealing with a world of troubles. She sighed and wiggled around in the (overly large) throne, throwing her legs over one arm and resting her back against the other. As a child, she'd always been able to sleep in her father's throne. Things hadn't changed much, except for ownership of said throne.

"Beolagh," she called out in a surprisingly sweet soprano, wondering just where her guardian was. She hadn't seen him all day- what trouble had he been up to?

Upon Leah's call, a tall black haired demon appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He had an impish grin on his face. "You rang, mistress?" Beolagh asked, tilting his head owlishly. He'd been keeping an eye on her, all while playing tricks on people. Beolagh was a mix of demons--with his mother being a succumbus and his father an imp. So, he got the best of those, along with the ability to control shadows.

He rested his arms on the end of the throne and looked down at Leah. His crimson eyes were sparkling with amusement. He was fairly tall, even for a demon. As he waited for instruction...or what ever Leah wanted, he fiddled with the hat he was wearing, which was similar to a typical Mad Hatter's hat.

(I'm so sorry I dropped off the earth! D: Feel free to hate me.)