Post by Queen Aeronwen Laye on Oct 28, 2006 16:09:36 GMT -5
Name: Aeronwen Laye
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Queen of Raenfir
Appearance: Aeronwen is fairly tall and slender. She is long-limbed, and has a regal presence about her which suits her to the throne. She is fair-skinned with long, curly black hair that falls to halfway down her back. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has small, delicately pointed features. Her eyes are wide, and deep brown in colour, her eyebrows elegantly slanted, and her cheekbones high. She has very red lips which are usually curved in a slight smile. However, her face is marred by a thin scar an inch or so long which runs down her right cheek, and similarly a scar runs diagonally across her back - it is knotted and means that she could never truly master the sword even if she wished for it to be so as her movement is somewhat restricted.
Her favoured dress to wear is red and white; a dark red dress with a scoop neck collar that falls to a pointed hem 3/4 of the way down her legs, decorated with woven gold threads and small gold discs that hang from various points across it, over a simpler white dress. Her late husband's sword is kept in a gold-plated sheath studded with rubies at her waist.
Personality: Aeronwen is strong, intelligent, and charismatic. She is as courageous as any man, and feels a strong sense of duty, a desire to do what is right. She is quite witty and enjoys being with others who have a good sense of humour, and adores a lively, even arguementative, conversation. However, she is very stubborn, and if she feels that there is a certain way in which something should be done, she is reluctant to admit others may be better informed or better equipt to make a decision - a fault she knows she must now work on as leader of Raenfir. She also has a tendancy to sulk when things don't go her way, due to her spoilt upbringing.
Strengths: She is very determined and has the makings of a good leader. She is clever, a strong woman, and easily learns new skills. She is learning how to defend herself with a sword, and diligently completes exercises every day to help improve her flexibility.
Weaknesses: Her scar renders her unable to become the strong military figure her husband was. This combined with the fact that she knows no magic makes her quite vunerable. Although she was an excellent rider and very strong prior to her being wounded, she is very resentful of how limited her physical skills now are. Her stubborness also slightly limits her capacity to become a truly excellent leader.
Magic: She can do no magic.
Weaponary Skills: She knows a little of the sword, and now keeps her late husband's sword at her side at all times. She intends to improve her skills, as she is now the sole leader of Daitheria.
Character History: Her father was a Knight of Raenfir and her mother the daughter of a wealthy merchant, vaguely related to some of the Nobles at Court - somewhere is the distance of time she has a little elven blood in her. As a child she was very spoilt; her mother spent much time preparing her to he the perfect little lady while her father allowed her to mingle with his friends in the army and taught her very basically how to defend herself; she was always very athletic and adored pleasing her father.
At ten years old she was sent to the palace to learn the ways of the King's Court, and it was there she met her husband-to-be: the Prince. He was 16, and found her an amusing, slightly tomboyish child. But by the time she was 15, it ws clear she would be grow up to be a beautiful an accomplished woman. The present King died, and it was announced that the Prince was to take over, and that he must find a wife. Over all the Noblewomen at Court, those closer to him in age and status, he chose Aeronwen to be his wife. This was to her greatest surprise, and she was flung into the centre of attention overnight.
Although she disliked the responsibilities thrust upon her, she adored the attention, and soon proved to all those who disliked her that she would in fact be a good and gracious queen - despite her many flaws. In just over a year's time she bore him a child, a beautiful daughter who many described as being "the very picture of her mother". The Queen and her husband were very much in love, and they raised this daughter well.
Over the years Aeronwen grew more accomplished, and improved her swordskills with her husband. However, it was at the age of 30 that she had her accident. She had been staying in Lorwynne while travelling from the palace, and had gone on a hack across the Daidenhan Mountains, when she left the main group to investigate strange noises she heard. None others heard them, and she believed it to be a dragon - but she slipped, and fell down a pit in the mountainside. A strange plant growing on the sides of the pit whipped her across the back and cut her cheek, and as of then she was never able to fully recover her former physical prowess.
For a long while she deteriorated, and then the love of her husband and daughter gave her the strength she needed to begin to recover herself. Things improved for the next two years - and then there was the night of the assassinations, and it seemed that her whole world was plunged into chaos again. Still young, the burden of a whole kingdom has falle on her shoulders, but the news of her daughter keeps her fighting on.
A shadow of her former self, but still fighting, this brings us to the present day...
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG I am a member of)
Arlette sat cross-legged on the grond, looking critically at the small, lizard-like creature sitting opposite her. She had being trying to think of a name for her new friend, but as of yet she'd come up with nothing. Are you a boy? she mused. Or are you a girl? But the dragon would tell her nothing. Perhaps you're just too young to speak...
She looked amusedly at the small creature as it spread its wings, looking from one to the other as if it wasn't quite sure what to do with them.
"What am i going to do with you..?" she sighed. She put out a hand, hoping that it wouldn't burn her again if she touched it. Closing one eyes, she stroked its pointed snout, and was relieved that she felt no pain. The little dragon tilted its head to one side, and looked curiously up at her. Please talk... she thought helplessly.
Straightening up, she restlessly walked back and forth in the small chamber of Farthen-Dur. When would her dragon talk? Just a name, anything. She supposed it just needed time. But in this age, time was what she didn't have.
She wished there was someone who would tell her what to do.
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Queen of Raenfir
Appearance: Aeronwen is fairly tall and slender. She is long-limbed, and has a regal presence about her which suits her to the throne. She is fair-skinned with long, curly black hair that falls to halfway down her back. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has small, delicately pointed features. Her eyes are wide, and deep brown in colour, her eyebrows elegantly slanted, and her cheekbones high. She has very red lips which are usually curved in a slight smile. However, her face is marred by a thin scar an inch or so long which runs down her right cheek, and similarly a scar runs diagonally across her back - it is knotted and means that she could never truly master the sword even if she wished for it to be so as her movement is somewhat restricted.
Her favoured dress to wear is red and white; a dark red dress with a scoop neck collar that falls to a pointed hem 3/4 of the way down her legs, decorated with woven gold threads and small gold discs that hang from various points across it, over a simpler white dress. Her late husband's sword is kept in a gold-plated sheath studded with rubies at her waist.
Personality: Aeronwen is strong, intelligent, and charismatic. She is as courageous as any man, and feels a strong sense of duty, a desire to do what is right. She is quite witty and enjoys being with others who have a good sense of humour, and adores a lively, even arguementative, conversation. However, she is very stubborn, and if she feels that there is a certain way in which something should be done, she is reluctant to admit others may be better informed or better equipt to make a decision - a fault she knows she must now work on as leader of Raenfir. She also has a tendancy to sulk when things don't go her way, due to her spoilt upbringing.
Strengths: She is very determined and has the makings of a good leader. She is clever, a strong woman, and easily learns new skills. She is learning how to defend herself with a sword, and diligently completes exercises every day to help improve her flexibility.
Weaknesses: Her scar renders her unable to become the strong military figure her husband was. This combined with the fact that she knows no magic makes her quite vunerable. Although she was an excellent rider and very strong prior to her being wounded, she is very resentful of how limited her physical skills now are. Her stubborness also slightly limits her capacity to become a truly excellent leader.
Magic: She can do no magic.
Weaponary Skills: She knows a little of the sword, and now keeps her late husband's sword at her side at all times. She intends to improve her skills, as she is now the sole leader of Daitheria.
Character History: Her father was a Knight of Raenfir and her mother the daughter of a wealthy merchant, vaguely related to some of the Nobles at Court - somewhere is the distance of time she has a little elven blood in her. As a child she was very spoilt; her mother spent much time preparing her to he the perfect little lady while her father allowed her to mingle with his friends in the army and taught her very basically how to defend herself; she was always very athletic and adored pleasing her father.
At ten years old she was sent to the palace to learn the ways of the King's Court, and it was there she met her husband-to-be: the Prince. He was 16, and found her an amusing, slightly tomboyish child. But by the time she was 15, it ws clear she would be grow up to be a beautiful an accomplished woman. The present King died, and it was announced that the Prince was to take over, and that he must find a wife. Over all the Noblewomen at Court, those closer to him in age and status, he chose Aeronwen to be his wife. This was to her greatest surprise, and she was flung into the centre of attention overnight.
Although she disliked the responsibilities thrust upon her, she adored the attention, and soon proved to all those who disliked her that she would in fact be a good and gracious queen - despite her many flaws. In just over a year's time she bore him a child, a beautiful daughter who many described as being "the very picture of her mother". The Queen and her husband were very much in love, and they raised this daughter well.
Over the years Aeronwen grew more accomplished, and improved her swordskills with her husband. However, it was at the age of 30 that she had her accident. She had been staying in Lorwynne while travelling from the palace, and had gone on a hack across the Daidenhan Mountains, when she left the main group to investigate strange noises she heard. None others heard them, and she believed it to be a dragon - but she slipped, and fell down a pit in the mountainside. A strange plant growing on the sides of the pit whipped her across the back and cut her cheek, and as of then she was never able to fully recover her former physical prowess.
For a long while she deteriorated, and then the love of her husband and daughter gave her the strength she needed to begin to recover herself. Things improved for the next two years - and then there was the night of the assassinations, and it seemed that her whole world was plunged into chaos again. Still young, the burden of a whole kingdom has falle on her shoulders, but the news of her daughter keeps her fighting on.
A shadow of her former self, but still fighting, this brings us to the present day...
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG I am a member of)
Arlette sat cross-legged on the grond, looking critically at the small, lizard-like creature sitting opposite her. She had being trying to think of a name for her new friend, but as of yet she'd come up with nothing. Are you a boy? she mused. Or are you a girl? But the dragon would tell her nothing. Perhaps you're just too young to speak...
She looked amusedly at the small creature as it spread its wings, looking from one to the other as if it wasn't quite sure what to do with them.
"What am i going to do with you..?" she sighed. She put out a hand, hoping that it wouldn't burn her again if she touched it. Closing one eyes, she stroked its pointed snout, and was relieved that she felt no pain. The little dragon tilted its head to one side, and looked curiously up at her. Please talk... she thought helplessly.
Straightening up, she restlessly walked back and forth in the small chamber of Farthen-Dur. When would her dragon talk? Just a name, anything. She supposed it just needed time. But in this age, time was what she didn't have.
She wished there was someone who would tell her what to do.