Arthur was wondering at all the French he'd been hearing lately, especially as it seemed to be a rather popular language. Of course, this was further reinforced as the next girl walked in.

"From Midston, Constance Océane D'Aramitz."

She had an hourglass figure that was accented rather well by the "sesame candy dress", with a short (but not too short) tan skirt and a sleeveless white top with simple ruffles for the collar. A dark blue belt hugged her waist in a flattering way, along with a simple white apron and tennis shoes of the same color, paired in a simple, but stylish way reminiscent of the French. She stood tall, at about 5'7", and her light brown hair was wavy, and fell to around the middle of her biceps. Strangely enough it fell in a way that covered her right eye, though Arthur knew it was rude to question it.

Her wide misty green eyes had a gray tint to them; thin brown eyebrows raised high on her forehead in a pleasant way. She smiled with full lips and a softer jaw line, her cheekbones only slightly defined. When she smiled, dimples appeared on her slightly toned skin.

She curtseyed in an elegant, though somewhat foreign manner. "Bonjour, votre Altesse, it's a pleasure to meet you." When she spoke, her French was fluent, elegant, her English thick with the accent. A Four that moved from France, she was an accomplished baker. One could tell if just from the smell of a bakery wafting off her.

Arthur smiled when she walked away. She was a sweet girl, he could tell.

"From Dominica, Darla Forexes."

The first notable thing he knew was that she was unemployed at eighteen. This didn't seem to matter much, however, as she was a Two, and thus probably didn't need to be employed in the first place. She was model tall at 5'10", with a slender, though curvy figure and long legs. She accented this even further with a tight-fitting, knee-length blue dress along with white ankle boots and silver bracelets that jangled with each step she took. From her ears were feather earrings that swayed with her body.

Her light brown hair was thick and somewhat wavy, and her bright doe-like blue eyes were laden with extremely thick lashes that fluttered lightly in his direction. When she curtsied, she dipped low, her chest sticking out perhaps more than was necessary.

"Your Highness," her voice rolled off her tongue in a sultry manner, and the way she directed it at him made Arthur shift uncomfortably where he stood.

When she left, her hips swayed in what would be described as enticing. Edmund would've called her a peacock.

"From Sonage, Sharlise Leeann Roberts."

Sharlise was a petite thing, at 5'6", with the body of a ballet dancer. Her wavy scarlet hair fell down to her back, pulled in an elegant half-up half-down style. Her round, blue eyes were bright, and her smile was the kind that lit up her entire face. Small pearl earrings glinted from her hair, her makeup done in a natural, light way that brought out the best in her features. There were a mild amount of freckles dotting her face, and a long, pastel pink skirt floated about her ankles, whilst a simple orange halter top fitted nicely to her body. She wore a pair of leather sandals with little support for the feet.

She was the kind of the Three that Arthur had always imagined existed: the mature, motherly type that while optimistic and sweet, she wasn't too crazy or outgoing. The epitome of the term "simple elegance". She was a young dance instructor, and it showed in the way she moved.

She curtsied in a way reminiscent of the ballet dancer's reverence. "Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you." She spoke softly, politely, in an almost regal way.

Arthur smiled in a pleasant manner and returned the gesture.

"From Hundson, Violet Tiana Winters."

While she didn't technically have an official job, as a Three, Violet had called herself an inventor. At 5'5", her average body leaned a little more on the curvy side, with a pair of khakis and a flowery blouse, accompanied by a pair of ballerinas. Her hair looked almost naturally red, though it was leaning towards more of a light brown color. It was very curly, falling just below her shoulder blades, and a large black headband pulling it out of her face.

Her eyes were big and round, wide open with a happy look in her blue orbs. Her left eye was hidden behind a white eye-patch that color-coded well with the rest of her rather bright outfit. On her visible eye was perhaps just a tad too much eye makeup, though still coordinated well with her outfit.

"Your future Majesty~, it's a pleasure to meet you!" She chirped in greeting, curtsying before him somewhat quickly.

Arthur nodded in greeting, and she walked out, moving with a sort of whimsical gait.

"From Honduragua, Emelie Hart."

She was one of the older ones, another Two and model. She was thin and tall, at 5'10", with a relatively curvy figure, especially in the hips. Her black hair was cut in a rather short pixie cut, though still very fashionable. It made her stand out from all the girls with longer hair. Her sharp blue eyes were wide and narrow, focusing in on him almost the moment she stepped into the room.

She wore a long black dress with a somewhat revealing halter top, moving with a smooth confidence that seemed to come from the celebrity lifestyle. The silver embellishments on her dress glinted as she moved, the slit in the skirt being revealed in a bold, almost seductive manner when accompanied with the way she walked.

She swept into a curtsy that looked as if it had been practiced quite a bit, looking Arthur in the eyes with a sly smile. "Your Highness," she purred, swinging her hips as she walked away.

The camera crews finally began packing away their equipment, startling Arthur. "Was that…?" He asked, turning to his siblings. Edmund nodded.

"She was the last one. We have about half an hour until dinner." He replied, and Arthur sighed in a deep-seated sense of relief that came from exhaustion.

Kira stretched, sighing in a similar way, despite not doing much. "That's just enough time to fix my appearance~!" She giggled, waving to her brothers as she skipped out of the room. Both Ed and Arthur rolled their eyes simultaneously. They knew she could care less what she looked like.

And that's all of them! :) I managed to get all the OCs today, so I was able to finish this (which is why it's late and here at all). Thank you to everyone who sent someone in~!
Updates may be a little slower from here on (I'm trying I swear) since, unlike the intros, I've gotta flip around between all the character forms while writing. But it'll be actual story now, so I hope you enjoy!

Thanks to:

Constance Océane D'Aramtiz – Midston, 4 (Courtesy of more. than. just. a. story)
Darla Forexes – Dominica, 2 (Courtesy of LadyAnj)
Sharlise Leeann Roberts – Sonage, 3 (Courtesy of My Sister)
Violet Tiana Winters – Hundson, 3 (Courtesy of The Drakonian Strider's Friend)
Emelie Hart – Honduragua, 2 (Courtesy of sayinghello2u)