I know you're going to kill me. Four stories. I know. But the Peter Pan/Rotg crossover will be relatively short, and the Jellal thing is sort of a side project that won't be updated as often. Plus, I want to get a headstart on this anyways. Lots of girls are needed, after all. Yes, I shouldn't be doing this. Yes, I'm busy as hell. Yes, I'm procrastinating and multi-tasking simultaneously right now.
Rated T for Arthur's language, certain situations, and so on so forth. If it gets really bad, I may change the rating to M.

Prince Arthur Harry Thomas Schreave hated his name. Well, he hated his whole life, really, but his name was the worst. Seriously, who gives their kid three names? It was useless, and everyone was calling him by a different name, which only made everything increasingly confusing. That wasn't even counting how… boring his name was, if you discounted the number. His siblings both had fairly interesting names, unique ones. So why was his so… traditional?

Another thing Arthur Harry Thomas Schreave hated was his family. Not really his family themselves (though they were a pain in the ass at times), but rather their history and status. He hated being royalty, hated all the crap he was given for being such, and he hated his ancestors. With the exception of a few, the rest were all assholes. Seriously, why a monarchy in the first place? How the hell did they come up with the Selection anyways?

Ah, another topic on which he loathed. He'd heard of the fairytale ending of his parents in their Selection, as well as his grandparents, his great-grandparents, and so on down the line. But he didn't want a happy ending. He just wanted to live his own life.

Of course, that stopped no one, so when the weekly Report came around, Arthur Harry Thomas Schreave waited with dread for his turn to speak.

By the time he trudged back to his room, already exhausted, Arthur found he couldn't remember anything that happened after the report. "I really need some sleep…" He muttered to no one in particular, running a hand through his shaggy, unkempt, coal black hair, and the ends were already beginning to fall into his blue-green eyes again. No matter how various members of the staff tried, it seemed untamable. No doubt a characteristic of his mother's, both in personality and appearance.

"Harry~!" A cheerful voice sang, followed by a pair of slim arms around his neck and a chaste kiss to his cheek. "You were wonderful today~!"

Princess Matilda Kira Schreave—or Kira, as she preferred to be called—was only two years younger than him, with long auburn hair and bright green eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her curled hair, like his, was already falling out of place, falling about her shoulders in a much more casual way than earlier. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress today, a deep blue at the top which eventually faded to a near-transparent white around her ankles, giving the impression that she was floating, when combined with her perfect posture and the way the skirt flared out.

A loose thread in her sleeve had Arthur's fingers itching, but he ignored it as best he could as he pulled himself out of his sister's grasp. "Kira, what do you want? I'm tired." Kira pouted, but released her grip nonetheless.

"Don't be such a grump. You've got 35 beautiful young women lining up for you as we speak, all waiting to fawn over you in a few days. You should be grateful." She replied huffily, poking his cheek in a playful manner that contradicted her expression.

Arthur swatted her hand away. "I don't want them fawning over me. Or coming here for that matter." He replied, sighing when her lower lip stuck out. She really acted younger than she was. "The only reason I'm doing it is because I have to. And there's been some dissent among the public, so mother and father are hoping it'll appease them for the time being."

"Then you should fix your attitude before the public realizes how unfit you are to be king." Another, quieter voice spoke up from behind him, something that would've startled those not expecting it. Arthur sighed.

The youngest of the three at fourteen—three years under Kira—lacked little presence for a prince, though he didn't seem to mind anyways. Edmund Mikhail Schreave was considered a tactical and mathematical genius, able to configure plans and solve complex problems in a matter of minutes. Unlike Kira and Arthur, he had inherited their father's wispy black hair, which was much easier to keep in order in comparison to the other two. His eyes were green like Kira's, but dark, and with a carefully calculated expression.

Edmund looked up at his older brother, another thick tome in his left arm. It was a different one from this morning. "Respect your elder, Ed." Arthur snapped, though there wasn't really any heat behind the words. "Haven't you already read that one before?" Edmund glanced down at his book, shrugging, and turning back to look at the other two.

"Yes, four times in fact. I like this one." He replied, a confused expression reminiscent of his actual age on his face.

Arthur sighed. His siblings really were strange. They needed to act their age, instead of the other's. "Never mind. I'm going to bed."

Edmund rolled his eyes, and Kira waved as Arthur continued trudging towards his room. "Have fun! Dream of my future sister~!"

The eldest child snorted, shaking his head in amusement.

That night, Arthur tossed and turned, dreaming of demons with a woman's face.

First, let me explain a little about this particular universe/time period here. Obviously, Arthur is the Prince holding the Selection. His Selection will be the 13th Selection, meaning America and Maxon are his Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandparents.
The caste system was reinstated by his great-grandparents, though the number of twos, threes, fours, and so on down was greatly evened out. This was because at the time, there'd been a large war between Illéa and Russia, which had caused a lot of chaos in the country. Originally, the caste system was only put back temporarily in order to return calm and orderliness to the nation, but for some reason or another it was never taken back down.
And yes, Arthur seems like a grump here, but I promise he isn't always. Mostly.

Royalty:

King Nicholas Thomas Vladimir Schreave (45 years old, 1)
Queen Anastasia "Ana" Schreave nee Headley (43 years old, 1, formerly a 4)
Prince Arthur Harry Thomas Schreave (19 years old, 1)
Princess Matilda Kira Schreave (17 years old, 1)
Prince Edmund Mikhail Schreave (14 years old, 1)

Rules

No Mary Sues or America copies. If I find one, I will ask you to change it.

There is a caste system, thus I expect their caste to determine quite a bit of their lifestyle. And try to be creative with the jobs, please.

I would seriously like some diversity in character! Not just looks (and try to keep those realistic, though I'm allowing hair dyed crazy colors), but in personality! You know, a few shy girls here, a few bubbly there, a bunch of mean, indifferent, overly spirited, manipulative, slightly crazy, greedy, or head over heels in love types in between. Seriously! I know you want your character to win, but let me tell you right now, that if all the characters are nice and sweet or mysterious and uninterested, it won't be as fun.
(Seriously though. Mean girls. I'm not joking. And trust me when I say that they get talked about a lot. I've seen it. It's friggin' great.)

All submissions must be PMed, especially so I can ask you about your character when needed. If you're a guest, I highly suggest getting an account. You can still submit, but I may take liberties with your character, and you won't get to add more than what was submitted. Seriously, I highly recommend just getting an account. You shouldn't be a guest if you're submitting to these kinds of things.

*Each person is allowed to submit up to 4 characters. I will be accepting the full 35.

Lastly, DETAIL! PLEASE. I'M BEGGING YOU.

UPDATE: I'm getting a lot of sweet, airheaded girls. Nothing wrong with that, but I would seriously like some variety.

The Form

Basics

Name:

Nickname(s):

Age: (16 – 20)

Sexuality: (I bet most of you will be straight; but just in case. I'd love to get that one gay character amongst all the straight ones. That would be friggen' great.)

Province: (I may ask you to change if it's already taken)

Caste:

Occupation:

Birthday:

Appearance

Height:

Weight:

Figure: (Curvy? Thin? Big-chested? Flat-chested?)

Hair color/style: (I'm allowing hair dyed crazy colors.)

Eye color/shape: (Keep it realistic.)

Clothing Style before Selection:

General appearance before Selection:

Changes after makeover?:

Types of dresses worn during Selection: (Color, floor-length, knee-length, long-sleeved, short-sleeved, etc.)

Personality & Stuff

Personality: (Be detailed, try to elaborate on things, and include flaws! No one is perfect!)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies:

Skills:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Languages known:

Quotes: (At least 4, but add as many as you can think of)

Background

History: (Can be relatively brief)

Family: (Name, basic appearance, basic personality, job, relationship with character, dead?)

Friends: (Name, caste, basic appearance, basic personality, job, relationship with character, dead?)

Romantic History, if any:

Illnesses or allergies, if any: (Both mental and physical. Dyslexia, heterochromia, ADHD, and so on so forth all count as illnesses.)

Selection Stuff:

Why do you want to enter the Selection?: (Doesn't have to be long)

Strategies to win, if any:

What they think of the Monarchy and Illéa in general:

How do you treat the maids/staff?: (Doesn't have to be long)

How do you treat the other Selected?: (Doesn't have to be long)

How do you treat the Royal Family?: (Doesn't have to be long)

How do you treat Prince Arthur?: (Doesn't have to be long)

How do you think of/treat Princess Matilda?: (Doesn't have to be long)

How do you treat/think of Prince Edmund?: (Doesn't have to be long)

What do you think of Prince Arthur?: (Doesn't have to be long)

Date ideas:

Maids: (Name, basic appearance, basic personality, relationship with character. Must be 3)

Anything I've Missed: