Post by roseline on Sept 26, 2016 20:06:30 GMT -5
Name: Roseline De Flores
Race: Human
Age: 16
Gender: female
Appearance: She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night, and a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Elves is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of sable. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of house Mereliot. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of her Royal blood, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.
A gown of warm ivory brocade covers her slender form, the contrast of the pale fabric highlighting nicely the golden undertones of her skin. It has upon it a simple pattern of leaves and flowers, one woven so finely into the fabric that it takes a close look to even know it is there as anything other than a slight golden gleam, a play of bright and shadow. The cut of the garment is simple enough, with long sleeves to protect against winters chill that fit to the elbow before flaring lightly, a neckline that plunges in a 'v' shape just dramatic enough to give a tempting glimpse of cleavage, and a fitted waist enhanced with a belt of burnished golden discs that rests on the gentle swell of her hips. Skirts fall in a gentle drape towards the floor, full enough to be luxurious but not to distract.
Shining sable hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.
Personality: Roseline is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her father brought her to court at the age of fourteen have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion. Given the role she will play in the future of the country, and her high visibility at court, how could they not?
Home Realm: Terra Mystica
Affiliation: None
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
History: They named me Roseline and they told me “To entwine. To cling.” And so I was born. Clinging. Climbing. Pushing my way forth, to be the first. To cling to my chance at breath, at life, at everything. Mother said they had to pry me out by my little fist to bring me forth into the world. Did I fear they'd leave me behind? Out of the darkness and into the light, albeit reluctantly. Grandpapa feared he would lose both of us, and then just one of us. Which one would he have given up? He never had to decide. And so I was born.
Life never is /that/ simple though is it? Because the thing is that I was born a bastard, I had only a mother and grandfather to welcome me into the world, no father that I knew about, or would know about for years. Still as a child this hardly mattered, I didn't even know fathers existed and I was a free and happy thing running amongst the fields and flowers of my grandfathers estate, my mother being his heir and myself his beloved granddaughter.
My mother was born the dukes eldest child and only daughter. Though it is said that she, in her youth, enjoyed all the fun and folly that a courtier may. She often spoke of a man of royal birth of whom she told me was my father, but never anything more than that, I was curious of course but at the same time, my father either did not know or did not want anything to do with me, so wouldn't it be better to not disturb the matter.
They year I turned ten, Grand-père died, and mama moved to the Palais again year-round to begin her role as Duchess and assume her court responsibilities. It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the Duchess's daughter and, by all appearances heir, a rising star at the court. Even if I was yet too young to indulge in everything, there was so much that I could enjoy. So much to make the darkness fade away. I was too busy dancing to worry when the sicknesses came. I barely listened when mama warned us that it would be a hard winter.
Though I suppose I had some help in letting go of my worries. Court was hardly the most welcoming to the Duchess's bastard daughter and current heir. I didn't understand why either, I never asked to be born out of wedlock with the only clue being that 'he was royal'. I couldn't even TELL people that part. So I rolled with the punches so to speak, I learned pretty myself up, to walk with grace and poise, but this worked far more than I ever expected it too. I would hear people comment that I seemed....angelic, I could actually see them struggle to lie to me! When I told mama about this, she told me to keep my gift secret, else I might have to go away, and so I did, whatever it took to stay here at court, with the dancing, the people who now saw me as angelic, and the lack of cares.
I was numb that season when the rumors started, when they began to whisper about just who my father might be. They had always done so in the past of course, but now names were being thrown around and pointing to prominent figures, but they always returned to His Majesty, the King. But not the king of the fire nation where I was born, no that would be too /easy/. No they whispered that I was the daughter to a king of a now ruined nation that hadn't existed for a millenia. ME, a princess, and of a ruined kingdom! But I mean.....never hurts to seek out the truth right?
So I did just that and mother confessed the.....rather complicated secrets of my birth. Apparently the Earth kingdom monarchy had an affair with a fire nation noble. It was a bastard of course, who was secreted away, but through this the earth kingdom blood would survive. Since then the descendants of that child have been carefully planned and breeded, to keep the blood and connection as strong as possible, thus my status as a bastard was no accident of passion.
So the next step was obvious, at least to me. I was the only descendant left of the bloodline and with things finally settling out it was a good time to rebuild, forge a kingdom and a rule, use the skills I had learned as a noble and forge my own empire. Out of the darkness and into the light.
Combat potential
Weapons: Antique Saber: Roseline's only physical weapon is a thin, light, double-edged blade that has been passed down through her family for several generations. The blade itself is enchanted with standard maintenance spells, making it immune to rust and decay, as well as allowing it to hold a razor sharp edge for a long period of time without requiring sharpening.
The sword is 48 inches long, with the blade taking of 36 inches of it's overall length. It weighs about 6 pounds, and it's sharpened edge deals a small amount of damage per strike, while it's high maneuverability gives it the ability to strike 3 times per post.
Armor: Adventurer's Garb: Roseline also possesses a set of armor, designed for maximum mobility and protection in the event that she is attacked. The armor itself is made up of a leather tunic, pants, and boots, with a light metal chest plate and vambraces to protect her upper body.
The armor set weighs about 15 pounds, and is able to be summoned with a simple spell, allowing for easy access on a moment's notice. The armor provides a moderate amount of protection, and is enchanted to resist wear and tear, as to reduce the need for maintenance.
Enchanted weapons/accessories:
Weaknesses:
Magical potential
Special/Racial Abilities: None
Magical Affinity: Fire
Spells Known (15/35sP):
Fireball (3sP): A basic offensive spell that many fire mages can perform. The heat from the fire is not intense enough to melt standard metals, and not powerful enough to send people sprawling backwards, but it can easily make it unbearable for soldiers and knights to withstand the heat hitting their armor. Limit 5 per post.
Mirage Clone (5sP): The caster can create illusions to confuse enemies. The mirage takes the form of the caster, and can move and act according to the caster's will. However, they are very weak and will break with a single hit. Maximum of 3 illusions per use. Cooldown: 2 posts.
Ring of Fire (3sP): A generic defensive spell. A wall of flames surrounds the caster in a perfect circle, the flames going up above the caster's head to protect them from basic melee attacks. This does not defend against projectiles or attacks with metallic weaponry, but it will cause mild burns to those wearing armor and trying to force their way through the wall. The flame is hot enough to cause 3rd degree burns to any unprotected individuals who touch the flame, or try to breach through its protective wall.
Barrier (3sP): An amateur level defensive spell. The caster can solidify the space around the body to create a protective layer, defending against most weak melee attacks, and basic arrow projectiles. The barrier expends an additional 3sP for each blow that is blocked. This barrier can remain active until broken. Anything stronger than a basic melee attack, or basic arrow can shatter the barrier. It is also effective against most magical projectiles of advanced level or lower. However, a master level spell will shatter the barrier completely.
Basic Teleportation (1sP): A standard teleportation spell. The user will envelop their body with a viel of mana, and the spell will pull their body from that point of existence, and place them in another point of existence closeby. The limit of distance if 5 yards. Cooldown: 2 posts.
Levitation (3sP): An amateur level levitation spell. The caster can levitate themselves, or objects of weights upwards of 100 pounds in total. The caster can't exceed the 100lb limit for this level of spell, and anything rooted to the ground cannot be lifted up.
Roleplay Example (only required if this is your first character and you haven't RPed here yet)
Carrington had been to the Throne Room early, making sure everything was as it should be. The servants didn't mind her presence--she was always courteous, never barking orders like some overbearing and arrogant noble. She simply watched them work, smiling at them when necessary, and keeping to herself when not. Nobles nodded or curtseyed at her as they passed--smiles masking their anxiety. Carrington saw through such things--it was in her nature to be perceptive. But, it didn't take that to know the following weeks would forever change her. Merchant families were worried about their business, land owners about their land, and full-time courtiers about their status but that was just life whenever change came upon the royal family.
Where else but in Trevania's Royal Castle? Carrington smiled at this thought. She always found nobles so...peculiar. But, now was not the time to mock the gentry. More so, the princess needed to show them the utmost courtesy and grace. And she did.
But, they weren't here for her. In fact, most underestimated her political pull outside of her title. It was just as she wanted; Carrington could better observe from the shadows. However, there were those that were well aware of the power she held, and did their best to charm the princess.
"Princess Carrington , it is a pleasure to speak with you at last. Our dealings keep us in different circles, but times like these demand change, no?" The lord was charming in his speech--the words seemed to have rolled gracefully from his tongue. "I wonder though--who do you support as your potential suitor and heir to your heart over the coming weeks?"
It seemed not all who approached her were intelligent.
"My Lord, I support Their Highnesses King William and Queen Isabella," she said rather boldly. "Whoever is chosen as 'heir to my heart' will have my complete and utter loyalty at their disposal it is not my decision to make, but theirs, and if you are so inclined to know, perhaps you had best discuss it with them." This was apparently one of her frank days, she tried to tell herself that it was just nerves.
The lord bowed his head gracefully and moved on, seeming to have gotten what he came for. It was at this moment that she noticed the King and Odella speaking. The young Princess had most surely been waiting for this moment all her life--not out of any concern for Carrington, but rather herself. That this day had finally arrived after four years of delay meant that she too would be up for sale, and she was likely trying the same tactics which Carrington herself had used all these years. She was all but raised for this role whether she liked it or not though. Moving towards them, Carrington overheard the better part of their conversation.
"Your Majesty, Princess," she said, bowing her head ever so slightly in greeting. Dressed in a more formal white attire, Carrington's proud posture was wonderfully accented by the rich cloth of satin and silk she wore.
"The servants are almost ready, and I dare say my stomach rumbles," she added, a smirk too genuine to be thought of otherwise colouring her features. "More so, I would like to have a private word with the Princess," she added, looking towards Odella. Carrington wasn't the fondest of her sister, seeing her more as an irresponsible brat that refused to grow up and do her job, instead leaving the responsibility on Carrington's lone shoulders, but she was not a heartless woman and she would do what she could to ease her sisters mind on the subject. As soon as their father nodded and left to tend to some other matter that caught his eye she began without hesitation.
"You can hate me for this the rest of your life if you wish, but the fact is that today is the day we both have to grow up. You can no longer avoid your duty as princess as much as I can no longer avoid mine. In the coming weeks I shall entertain suitor after suitor of which I shal likely despise, and yet, I must agree to marry one of them because I am a princess and it is my duty. In the end I might even depart for another kingdom, if father's choice and my hopes happen to align anyways. That leaves you with the responsibility of representing our family as it's princess, and yes, that might include marriage. I know how much you detest either idea, but it is our duty, and I beseech you sister for all that we are to one another, please do this, for the kingdom and for me," she replied quietly, then without waiting for a response she turned around and left, half afraid of what she might hear.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Gender: female
Appearance: She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night, and a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Elves is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of sable. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of house Mereliot. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of her Royal blood, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.
A gown of warm ivory brocade covers her slender form, the contrast of the pale fabric highlighting nicely the golden undertones of her skin. It has upon it a simple pattern of leaves and flowers, one woven so finely into the fabric that it takes a close look to even know it is there as anything other than a slight golden gleam, a play of bright and shadow. The cut of the garment is simple enough, with long sleeves to protect against winters chill that fit to the elbow before flaring lightly, a neckline that plunges in a 'v' shape just dramatic enough to give a tempting glimpse of cleavage, and a fitted waist enhanced with a belt of burnished golden discs that rests on the gentle swell of her hips. Skirts fall in a gentle drape towards the floor, full enough to be luxurious but not to distract.
Shining sable hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.
Personality: Roseline is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her father brought her to court at the age of fourteen have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion. Given the role she will play in the future of the country, and her high visibility at court, how could they not?
Home Realm: Terra Mystica
Affiliation: None
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
History: They named me Roseline and they told me “To entwine. To cling.” And so I was born. Clinging. Climbing. Pushing my way forth, to be the first. To cling to my chance at breath, at life, at everything. Mother said they had to pry me out by my little fist to bring me forth into the world. Did I fear they'd leave me behind? Out of the darkness and into the light, albeit reluctantly. Grandpapa feared he would lose both of us, and then just one of us. Which one would he have given up? He never had to decide. And so I was born.
Life never is /that/ simple though is it? Because the thing is that I was born a bastard, I had only a mother and grandfather to welcome me into the world, no father that I knew about, or would know about for years. Still as a child this hardly mattered, I didn't even know fathers existed and I was a free and happy thing running amongst the fields and flowers of my grandfathers estate, my mother being his heir and myself his beloved granddaughter.
My mother was born the dukes eldest child and only daughter. Though it is said that she, in her youth, enjoyed all the fun and folly that a courtier may. She often spoke of a man of royal birth of whom she told me was my father, but never anything more than that, I was curious of course but at the same time, my father either did not know or did not want anything to do with me, so wouldn't it be better to not disturb the matter.
They year I turned ten, Grand-père died, and mama moved to the Palais again year-round to begin her role as Duchess and assume her court responsibilities. It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the Duchess's daughter and, by all appearances heir, a rising star at the court. Even if I was yet too young to indulge in everything, there was so much that I could enjoy. So much to make the darkness fade away. I was too busy dancing to worry when the sicknesses came. I barely listened when mama warned us that it would be a hard winter.
Though I suppose I had some help in letting go of my worries. Court was hardly the most welcoming to the Duchess's bastard daughter and current heir. I didn't understand why either, I never asked to be born out of wedlock with the only clue being that 'he was royal'. I couldn't even TELL people that part. So I rolled with the punches so to speak, I learned pretty myself up, to walk with grace and poise, but this worked far more than I ever expected it too. I would hear people comment that I seemed....angelic, I could actually see them struggle to lie to me! When I told mama about this, she told me to keep my gift secret, else I might have to go away, and so I did, whatever it took to stay here at court, with the dancing, the people who now saw me as angelic, and the lack of cares.
I was numb that season when the rumors started, when they began to whisper about just who my father might be. They had always done so in the past of course, but now names were being thrown around and pointing to prominent figures, but they always returned to His Majesty, the King. But not the king of the fire nation where I was born, no that would be too /easy/. No they whispered that I was the daughter to a king of a now ruined nation that hadn't existed for a millenia. ME, a princess, and of a ruined kingdom! But I mean.....never hurts to seek out the truth right?
So I did just that and mother confessed the.....rather complicated secrets of my birth. Apparently the Earth kingdom monarchy had an affair with a fire nation noble. It was a bastard of course, who was secreted away, but through this the earth kingdom blood would survive. Since then the descendants of that child have been carefully planned and breeded, to keep the blood and connection as strong as possible, thus my status as a bastard was no accident of passion.
So the next step was obvious, at least to me. I was the only descendant left of the bloodline and with things finally settling out it was a good time to rebuild, forge a kingdom and a rule, use the skills I had learned as a noble and forge my own empire. Out of the darkness and into the light.
Combat potential
Weapons: Antique Saber: Roseline's only physical weapon is a thin, light, double-edged blade that has been passed down through her family for several generations. The blade itself is enchanted with standard maintenance spells, making it immune to rust and decay, as well as allowing it to hold a razor sharp edge for a long period of time without requiring sharpening.
The sword is 48 inches long, with the blade taking of 36 inches of it's overall length. It weighs about 6 pounds, and it's sharpened edge deals a small amount of damage per strike, while it's high maneuverability gives it the ability to strike 3 times per post.
Armor: Adventurer's Garb: Roseline also possesses a set of armor, designed for maximum mobility and protection in the event that she is attacked. The armor itself is made up of a leather tunic, pants, and boots, with a light metal chest plate and vambraces to protect her upper body.
The armor set weighs about 15 pounds, and is able to be summoned with a simple spell, allowing for easy access on a moment's notice. The armor provides a moderate amount of protection, and is enchanted to resist wear and tear, as to reduce the need for maintenance.
Enchanted weapons/accessories:
Weaknesses:
Magical potential
Special/Racial Abilities: None
Magical Affinity: Fire
Spells Known (15/35sP):
Fireball (3sP): A basic offensive spell that many fire mages can perform. The heat from the fire is not intense enough to melt standard metals, and not powerful enough to send people sprawling backwards, but it can easily make it unbearable for soldiers and knights to withstand the heat hitting their armor. Limit 5 per post.
Mirage Clone (5sP): The caster can create illusions to confuse enemies. The mirage takes the form of the caster, and can move and act according to the caster's will. However, they are very weak and will break with a single hit. Maximum of 3 illusions per use. Cooldown: 2 posts.
Ring of Fire (3sP): A generic defensive spell. A wall of flames surrounds the caster in a perfect circle, the flames going up above the caster's head to protect them from basic melee attacks. This does not defend against projectiles or attacks with metallic weaponry, but it will cause mild burns to those wearing armor and trying to force their way through the wall. The flame is hot enough to cause 3rd degree burns to any unprotected individuals who touch the flame, or try to breach through its protective wall.
Barrier (3sP): An amateur level defensive spell. The caster can solidify the space around the body to create a protective layer, defending against most weak melee attacks, and basic arrow projectiles. The barrier expends an additional 3sP for each blow that is blocked. This barrier can remain active until broken. Anything stronger than a basic melee attack, or basic arrow can shatter the barrier. It is also effective against most magical projectiles of advanced level or lower. However, a master level spell will shatter the barrier completely.
Basic Teleportation (1sP): A standard teleportation spell. The user will envelop their body with a viel of mana, and the spell will pull their body from that point of existence, and place them in another point of existence closeby. The limit of distance if 5 yards. Cooldown: 2 posts.
Levitation (3sP): An amateur level levitation spell. The caster can levitate themselves, or objects of weights upwards of 100 pounds in total. The caster can't exceed the 100lb limit for this level of spell, and anything rooted to the ground cannot be lifted up.
Roleplay Example (only required if this is your first character and you haven't RPed here yet)
Carrington had been to the Throne Room early, making sure everything was as it should be. The servants didn't mind her presence--she was always courteous, never barking orders like some overbearing and arrogant noble. She simply watched them work, smiling at them when necessary, and keeping to herself when not. Nobles nodded or curtseyed at her as they passed--smiles masking their anxiety. Carrington saw through such things--it was in her nature to be perceptive. But, it didn't take that to know the following weeks would forever change her. Merchant families were worried about their business, land owners about their land, and full-time courtiers about their status but that was just life whenever change came upon the royal family.
Where else but in Trevania's Royal Castle? Carrington smiled at this thought. She always found nobles so...peculiar. But, now was not the time to mock the gentry. More so, the princess needed to show them the utmost courtesy and grace. And she did.
But, they weren't here for her. In fact, most underestimated her political pull outside of her title. It was just as she wanted; Carrington could better observe from the shadows. However, there were those that were well aware of the power she held, and did their best to charm the princess.
"Princess Carrington , it is a pleasure to speak with you at last. Our dealings keep us in different circles, but times like these demand change, no?" The lord was charming in his speech--the words seemed to have rolled gracefully from his tongue. "I wonder though--who do you support as your potential suitor and heir to your heart over the coming weeks?"
It seemed not all who approached her were intelligent.
"My Lord, I support Their Highnesses King William and Queen Isabella," she said rather boldly. "Whoever is chosen as 'heir to my heart' will have my complete and utter loyalty at their disposal it is not my decision to make, but theirs, and if you are so inclined to know, perhaps you had best discuss it with them." This was apparently one of her frank days, she tried to tell herself that it was just nerves.
The lord bowed his head gracefully and moved on, seeming to have gotten what he came for. It was at this moment that she noticed the King and Odella speaking. The young Princess had most surely been waiting for this moment all her life--not out of any concern for Carrington, but rather herself. That this day had finally arrived after four years of delay meant that she too would be up for sale, and she was likely trying the same tactics which Carrington herself had used all these years. She was all but raised for this role whether she liked it or not though. Moving towards them, Carrington overheard the better part of their conversation.
"Your Majesty, Princess," she said, bowing her head ever so slightly in greeting. Dressed in a more formal white attire, Carrington's proud posture was wonderfully accented by the rich cloth of satin and silk she wore.
"The servants are almost ready, and I dare say my stomach rumbles," she added, a smirk too genuine to be thought of otherwise colouring her features. "More so, I would like to have a private word with the Princess," she added, looking towards Odella. Carrington wasn't the fondest of her sister, seeing her more as an irresponsible brat that refused to grow up and do her job, instead leaving the responsibility on Carrington's lone shoulders, but she was not a heartless woman and she would do what she could to ease her sisters mind on the subject. As soon as their father nodded and left to tend to some other matter that caught his eye she began without hesitation.
"You can hate me for this the rest of your life if you wish, but the fact is that today is the day we both have to grow up. You can no longer avoid your duty as princess as much as I can no longer avoid mine. In the coming weeks I shall entertain suitor after suitor of which I shal likely despise, and yet, I must agree to marry one of them because I am a princess and it is my duty. In the end I might even depart for another kingdom, if father's choice and my hopes happen to align anyways. That leaves you with the responsibility of representing our family as it's princess, and yes, that might include marriage. I know how much you detest either idea, but it is our duty, and I beseech you sister for all that we are to one another, please do this, for the kingdom and for me," she replied quietly, then without waiting for a response she turned around and left, half afraid of what she might hear.
[b]Name:[/b] Roseline De Flores
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Gender:[/b] female
[b]Appearance:[/b] She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night, and a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Elves is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of sable. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of house Mereliot. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of her Royal blood, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.
A gown of warm ivory brocade covers her slender form, the contrast of the pale fabric highlighting nicely the golden undertones of her skin. It has upon it a simple pattern of leaves and flowers, one woven so finely into the fabric that it takes a close look to even know it is there as anything other than a slight golden gleam, a play of bright and shadow. The cut of the garment is simple enough, with long sleeves to protect against winters chill that fit to the elbow before flaring lightly, a neckline that plunges in a 'v' shape just dramatic enough to give a tempting glimpse of cleavage, and a fitted waist enhanced with a belt of burnished golden discs that rests on the gentle swell of her hips. Skirts fall in a gentle drape towards the floor, full enough to be luxurious but not to distract.
Shining sable hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.
[b]Personality:[/b] Roseline is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her father brought her to court at the age of fourteen have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion. Given the role she will play in the future of the country, and her high visibility at court, how could they not?
[b]Home Realm:[/b] Terra Mystica
[b]Affiliation:[/b] None
[b]Alignment:[/b] Lawful Neutral
[b]History:[/b] They named me Roseline and they told me “To entwine. To cling.” And so I was born. Clinging. Climbing. Pushing my way forth, to be the first. To cling to my chance at breath, at life, at everything. Mother said they had to pry me out by my little fist to bring me forth into the world. Did I fear they'd leave me behind? Out of the darkness and into the light, albeit reluctantly. Grandpapa feared he would lose both of us, and then just one of us. Which one would he have given up? He never had to decide. And so I was born.
Life never is /that/ simple though is it? Because the thing is that I was born a bastard, I had only a mother and grandfather to welcome me into the world, no father that I knew about, or would know about for years. Still as a child this hardly mattered, I didn't even know fathers existed and I was a free and happy thing running amongst the fields and flowers of my grandfathers estate, my mother being his heir and myself his beloved granddaughter.
My mother was born the dukes eldest child and only daughter. Though it is said that she, in her youth, enjoyed all the fun and folly that a courtier may. She often spoke of a man of royal birth of whom she told me was my father, but never anything more than that, I was curious of course but at the same time, my father either did not know or did not want anything to do with me, so wouldn't it be better to not disturb the matter.
They year I turned ten, Grand-père died, and mama moved to the Palais again year-round to begin her role as Duchess and assume her court responsibilities. It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the Duchess's daughter and, by all appearances heir, a rising star at the court. Even if I was yet too young to indulge in everything, there was so much that I could enjoy. So much to make the darkness fade away. I was too busy dancing to worry when the sicknesses came. I barely listened when mama warned us that it would be a hard winter.
Though I suppose I had some help in letting go of my worries. Court was hardly the most welcoming to the Duchess's bastard daughter and current heir. I didn't understand why either, I never asked to be born out of wedlock with the only clue being that 'he was royal'. I couldn't even TELL people that part. So I rolled with the punches so to speak, I learned pretty myself up, to walk with grace and poise, but this worked far more than I ever expected it too. I would hear people comment that I seemed....angelic, I could actually see them struggle to lie to me! When I told mama about this, she told me to keep my gift secret, else I might have to go away, and so I did, whatever it took to stay here at court, with the dancing, the people who now saw me as angelic, and the lack of cares.
I was numb that season when the rumors started, when they began to whisper about just who my father might be. They had always done so in the past of course, but now names were being thrown around and pointing to prominent figures, but they always returned to His Majesty, the King. But not the king of the fire nation where I was born, no that would be too /easy/. No they whispered that I was the daughter to a king of a now ruined nation that hadn't existed for a millenia. ME, a princess, and of a ruined kingdom! But I mean.....never hurts to seek out the truth right?
So I did just that and mother confessed the.....rather complicated secrets of my birth. Apparently the Earth kingdom monarchy had an affair with a fire nation noble. It was a bastard of course, who was secreted away, but through this the earth kingdom blood would survive. Since then the descendants of that child have been carefully planned and breeded, to keep the blood and connection as strong as possible, thus my status as a bastard was no accident of passion.
So the next step was obvious, at least to me. I was the only descendant left of the bloodline and with things finally settling out it was a good time to rebuild, forge a kingdom and a rule, use the skills I had learned as a noble and forge my own empire. Out of the darkness and into the light.
[b][u]Combat potential[/u][/b]
[b]Weapons:[/b] [u][a href="http://www.swordsaxe.com/images/products/detail/AssassinsCreedSwordofAltairVideoGameEzioAuditoredaFirenze_1.jpg"]Antique Saber[/a][/u]: Roseline's only physical weapon is a thin, light, double-edged blade that has been passed down through her family for several generations. The blade itself is enchanted with standard maintenance spells, making it immune to rust and decay, as well as allowing it to hold a razor sharp edge for a long period of time without requiring sharpening.
The sword is 48 inches long, with the blade taking of 36 inches of it's overall length. It weighs about 6 pounds, and it's sharpened edge deals a small amount of damage per strike, while it's high maneuverability gives it the ability to strike 3 times per post.
[b]Armor:[/b] [u][a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/b8/42/7fb84201399511dd56f20c0112631fa2.jpg"]Adventurer's Garb[/a][/u]: Roseline also possesses a set of armor, designed for maximum mobility and protection in the event that she is attacked. The armor itself is made up of a leather tunic, pants, and boots, with a light metal chest plate and vambraces to protect her upper body.
The armor set weighs about 15 pounds, and is able to be summoned with a simple spell, allowing for easy access on a moment's notice. The armor provides a moderate amount of protection, and is enchanted to resist wear and tear, as to reduce the need for maintenance.
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[b][u]Magical potential[/u][/b]
[b]Special/Racial Abilities:[/b] None
[b]Magical Affinity:[/b] [font color="#e61919"]Fire[/font]
[b]Spells Known (15/35sP):[/b]
[b][font color="#e61919"]Fireball (3sP):[/font][/b] A basic offensive spell that many fire mages can perform. The heat from the fire is not intense enough to melt standard metals, and not powerful enough to send people sprawling backwards, but it can easily make it unbearable for soldiers and knights to withstand the heat hitting their armor. Limit 5 per post.
[font color="#e61919"][b]Mirage Clone (5sP):[/b] [/font]The caster can create illusions to confuse enemies. The mirage takes the form of the caster, and can move and act according to the caster's will. However, they are very weak and will break with a single hit. Maximum of 3 illusions per use. Cooldown: 2 posts.
[b][font color="#e61919"]Ring of Fire (3sP):[/font] [/b]A generic defensive spell. A wall of flames surrounds the caster in a perfect circle, the flames going up above the caster's head to protect them from basic melee attacks. This does not defend against projectiles or attacks with metallic weaponry, but it will cause mild burns to those wearing armor and trying to force their way through the wall. The flame is hot enough to cause 3rd degree burns to any unprotected individuals who touch the flame, or try to breach through its protective wall.
[b]Barrier (3sP): [/b]An amateur level defensive spell. The caster can solidify the space around the body to create a protective layer, defending against most weak melee attacks, and basic arrow projectiles. The barrier expends an additional 3sP for each blow that is blocked. This barrier can remain active until broken. Anything stronger than a basic melee attack, or basic arrow can shatter the barrier. It is also effective against most magical projectiles of advanced level or lower. However, a master level spell will shatter the barrier completely.
[b]Basic Teleportation (1sP):[/b] A standard teleportation spell. The user will envelop their body with a viel of mana, and the spell will pull their body from that point of existence, and place them in another point of existence closeby. The limit of distance if 5 yards. Cooldown: 2 posts.
[b]Levitation (3sP):[/b] An amateur level levitation spell. The caster can levitate themselves, or objects of weights upwards of 100 pounds in total. The caster can't exceed the 100lb limit for this level of spell, and anything rooted to the ground cannot be lifted up.
[b][u]Roleplay Example (only required if this is your first character and you haven't RPed here yet)
[/u][/b]Carrington had been to the Throne Room early, making sure everything was as it should be. The servants didn't mind her presence--she was always courteous, never barking orders like some overbearing and arrogant noble. She simply watched them work, smiling at them when necessary, and keeping to herself when not. Nobles nodded or curtseyed at her as they passed--smiles masking their anxiety. Carrington saw through such things--it was in her nature to be perceptive. But, it didn't take that to know the following weeks would forever change her. Merchant families were worried about their business, land owners about their land, and full-time courtiers about their status but that was just life whenever change came upon the royal family.
Where else but in Trevania's Royal Castle? Carrington smiled at this thought. She always found nobles so...peculiar. But, now was not the time to mock the gentry. More so, the princess needed to show them the utmost courtesy and grace. And she did.
But, they weren't here for her. In fact, most underestimated her political pull outside of her title. It was just as she wanted; Carrington could better observe from the shadows. However, there were those that were well aware of the power she held, and did their best to charm the princess.
"Princess Carrington , it is a pleasure to speak with you at last. Our dealings keep us in different circles, but times like these demand change, no?" The lord was charming in his speech--the words seemed to have rolled gracefully from his tongue. "I wonder though--who do you support as your potential suitor and heir to your heart over the coming weeks?"
It seemed not all who approached her were intelligent.
"My Lord, I support Their Highnesses King William and Queen Isabella," she said rather boldly. "Whoever is chosen as 'heir to my heart' will have my complete and utter loyalty at their disposal it is not my decision to make, but theirs, and if you are so inclined to know, perhaps you had best discuss it with them." This was apparently one of her frank days, she tried to tell herself that it was just nerves.
The lord bowed his head gracefully and moved on, seeming to have gotten what he came for. It was at this moment that she noticed the King and Odella speaking. The young Princess had most surely been waiting for this moment all her life--not out of any concern for Carrington, but rather herself. That this day had finally arrived after four years of delay meant that she too would be up for sale, and she was likely trying the same tactics which Carrington herself had used all these years. She was all but raised for this role whether she liked it or not though. Moving towards them, Carrington overheard the better part of their conversation.
"Your Majesty, Princess," she said, bowing her head ever so slightly in greeting. Dressed in a more formal white attire, Carrington's proud posture was wonderfully accented by the rich cloth of satin and silk she wore.
"The servants are almost ready, and I dare say my stomach rumbles," she added, a smirk too genuine to be thought of otherwise colouring her features. "More so, I would like to have a private word with the Princess," she added, looking towards Odella. Carrington wasn't the fondest of her sister, seeing her more as an irresponsible brat that refused to grow up and do her job, instead leaving the responsibility on Carrington's lone shoulders, but she was not a heartless woman and she would do what she could to ease her sisters mind on the subject. As soon as their father nodded and left to tend to some other matter that caught his eye she began without hesitation.
"You can hate me for this the rest of your life if you wish, but the fact is that today is the day we both have to grow up. You can no longer avoid your duty as princess as much as I can no longer avoid mine. In the coming weeks I shall entertain suitor after suitor of which I shal likely despise, and yet, I must agree to marry one of them because I am a princess and it is my duty. In the end I might even depart for another kingdom, if father's choice and my hopes happen to align anyways. That leaves you with the responsibility of representing our family as it's princess, and yes, that might include marriage. I know how much you detest either idea, but it is our duty, and I beseech you sister for all that we are to one another, please do this, for the kingdom and for me," she replied quietly, then without waiting for a response she turned around and left, half afraid of what she might hear.[b][u]
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