[Mercy Scarborough]

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]MERCY EVELYN SCARBOROUGH

This application is currently incomplete. My name is Mercy and I'm nineteen years old. I was awesome and read the rules, so I know that the secret phrase is removed by admin.

THE BASICS

NAME: Mercy Evelyn Scarborough
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
BIRTHDAY: December 8
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Princess of Faylinn
CLASS: Royalty
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THE RELATIONS

MOTHER: Queen Evelyn Scarborough
FATHER King Christopher Scarborough
BROTHERS: King John Scarborough
SISTERS: None
CHILDREN: None
EXTENDED FAMILY: Valerie Scarborough(stepmother)
PETS: Hephaestus[dog]

THE APPEARANCE

Mercy is known for her amazing beauty. She is the spitting image of her mother with silky, dark brown curls that cascade down her back and soft, smooth, pale skin. Her eyes mirror those of her father's however; the most amazing shade of blue you have ever seen. They resemble the ocean just before a storm...

THE PERSONALITY

Mercy is just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. She's kind an generous, but at the same time, she is always craving adventure. She's a free spirit with a mind of her own and it's hard to tie her down.

THE HISTORY

BIRTH REALM: Faeryn
BIRTH KINGDOM: Faylinn

Mercy was the second born child of King Christopher and his lovely wife, Queen Evelyn. She was their only daughter and their pride and joy. She knew she would likely never rise to the throne, not that she cared much anyway. The only way she would become queen would be if her brother were never to have an heir of his own.

The princess's life was a happy one, a true fairy tale. That is, until the day her mother died. Mercy had been just nine years old when her mother fell ill and died one cold winter. Life went on however, as much as it hurt for it to do so. By the time Mercy was thirteen years old, her father had married again, to a woman that Mercy was not quite sure she liked. Although, around the king, this woman was a perfect lady, she was not quite as she seemed. There was just always something... off about her.

It wasn't until the death of the king that Mercy finally learned the extent of how off her stepmother was. Something in Mercy just couldn't shake off the feeling that she had... the feeling that her stepmother had had something to do with her father's death. But she couldn't have... her father's death had been an accident.

On the night following her father's death, the guards came for Mercy and her brother. The queen had ordered for them to be sentenced to death. They managed to escape with heavy hearts, vowing to one day take their kingdom back from the woman who had stolen it from them.

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