Post by Hawke on Oct 4, 2015 13:19:36 GMT
Full name (+titles, if any): Duchessa Lia Aurellia Cirillo of house Valente
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: Antivan
Class/Occupation: Noble woman, duelist, and to-be Queen (the last one is of her own ambition)
Background:
Lia’s life had been looking up; it was the eve of her wedding, her groom had sent only 2 rather half hearted assassins in the weeks leading up to the marriage, and better yet, he was 24th in line to the throne (a rather hefty step up than her measley 27th). Things then took a regrettable turn when, on the night of their wedding after a party filled with gifts and shining compliments of the newly weds, they returned to his chambers and he attempted her murder while confessing that he had organized the entire event with the woman who sat as 28th in line, after he found out the truth of her family's standing.
To tell the truth, house Valente had seen better days - it had been Lia’s mother who had secured them a place in politics at all. She was a descendent of Asha Campana, from an Orlesian family. She had chosen to move back to Antiva, and been arranged to marry an Antivan man of some standing. The only issue being her father had been a liar, borrowing heavily for the appearance of nobility when in actuality half the rooms of his manse had been locked off due to rotten floor boards and peeling paint. To rescue the situation, Lia’s mother had used her bard training from her Orlesian upbringing to become one of the most feared assassins of the modern age - murdering their way through other families whose basements would suddenly hold documentation declaring house Valente the long distant heirs of all their property and connections. She had secured them 27th place in line to the throne through planting documentation and arranging just the right accident here or there until finally she herself had been caught out by Antivan Crow’s.
Because of her weak and ineffectual father, the family’s fate and fortunes were placed on Lia’s small shoulders. Luckily, her mother had trained her for such. She was an avid duelist, trained in all manner of poisons and trained that a proper lady never left a party until at least the first death.
All these lessons had proved incredibly useful on the night that her husband had decided to murder her.
It took her no longer than 3 seconds to disarm him and stab him through the chest - though in the process she took a scar to the collar bone which stayed to this day.
After the rather unfortunate nature of the divorce, Lia had been forced to flee the country; but she vowed to return, an army at her heels, and when she did, all of Antiva would bow at her feet.
Or so she hoped.
Personality:
Lia is a little self absorbed and a little bratty - but little else could be expected from a girl who grew up under the guise of a lavish Antivan noble woman. The formative years of her childhood were loving and filled with joy, albeit a little boredom - Lia was never the picture of a perfect Antivan lady, never set on being dainty. She flounced across balconies and swapped switches with the boys her age, fighting them till they ran crying to their mothers skirts. She also adored the pomp and glamour of court life, the colour of parties and the airs and graces of nobility. She can play the part of the proper lady now, but truly she would love nothing more than living carefree and wild and own a great deal many pretty dresses.
She can be reckless in the face of danger, and has more confidence in her skills than sense. She is a good enough friend as it suits her, and because of this, finds herself just the slightest bit lonely - unsure who she can truly trust. Prove yourself a loyal friend, and you might gain one in return. She desperately wants to prove herself, to the memory of her mother and to her doting if distant father. The responsibility of her house weighs heavy on her shoulders, so she tries not to focus on it too much; but it motivates her every action, and is the reason she's vowed to return with an army.
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Writing sample :
Duchessa Lia Aurellia Cirillo of house Valente has never let a little thing like her husband attempting to murder her get in the way.
He lay on the floor, velvet curtains of what would have been their wedding bed draped around him, and neatly cushioned his head, from when he had grasped blindly for them clutching for anything to keep him upright. Being stabbed through the chest multiple times seemed to have that effect on people.
Hand held tight to her side to compress the bleeding, she tries not to think on the pain; burning, blinding white hot and making her dizzy, but she draws herself out to the balcony all the same and winces as the cool of the night breeze rushes to meet her, stings along the edge of the scar that scraped down her collarbone and bit into the collar of her dress. She glanced over the moonlight balcony - lights bobbing in the streets below and littered around the generous space of the gardens which sprawled lavish on either side of the estate. Directly below the balcony, however, was the canal - the kind that ran all throughout the city and connected it. The lifeblood of Antiva City.
She slips her dagger back into its sheath at her boot, and steadies herself against the railing, head spinning. This meant the months spent preparing and readying herself for her new life were for naught - her groom a traitor, and half the guests who had cooed and fawned in on the lie as well.
Lia was left penniless, her back against the wall. In situations like that, her mother had always advised her, ‘the best move is never to curl yourself inward. The best move is to force yourself to fly.’
Words to live by, if she could - she would scale the wall spry and agile as a climbing cat, and strike back twice as hard.
The thought resolutely in her mind, she turned back toward the double doored opening to the bedroom - the warmth of the light, the richness of the room. The corpse of her husband, his feet poking from beside the bed, stewing in a pool of his own blood.
And then she flew - backwards, tumbling over the side of the balcony, and landing with a splash into the murky black water of the canal below.
IC
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:
Hugging this character: You can try! She is very physically affectionate when she wants to be
Kissing this character: Most definitely how she would greet you - a kiss to each cheek
Flirting with this character: The bread and butter of her conversation
Fighting with this character: Most certainly! She is a skilled duelist and definitely will not fight fair
Injuring this character (include limits and severity):
my sweet antivan peanut. my precious baby daughter. if it is called for, i suppose it must happen, but go easy on her
Killing this character: nO
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yah go for it but b prepared for what you will see
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): nothing against rules obvs and no non-con!
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: Antivan
Class/Occupation: Noble woman, duelist, and to-be Queen (the last one is of her own ambition)
Background:
Lia’s life had been looking up; it was the eve of her wedding, her groom had sent only 2 rather half hearted assassins in the weeks leading up to the marriage, and better yet, he was 24th in line to the throne (a rather hefty step up than her measley 27th). Things then took a regrettable turn when, on the night of their wedding after a party filled with gifts and shining compliments of the newly weds, they returned to his chambers and he attempted her murder while confessing that he had organized the entire event with the woman who sat as 28th in line, after he found out the truth of her family's standing.
To tell the truth, house Valente had seen better days - it had been Lia’s mother who had secured them a place in politics at all. She was a descendent of Asha Campana, from an Orlesian family. She had chosen to move back to Antiva, and been arranged to marry an Antivan man of some standing. The only issue being her father had been a liar, borrowing heavily for the appearance of nobility when in actuality half the rooms of his manse had been locked off due to rotten floor boards and peeling paint. To rescue the situation, Lia’s mother had used her bard training from her Orlesian upbringing to become one of the most feared assassins of the modern age - murdering their way through other families whose basements would suddenly hold documentation declaring house Valente the long distant heirs of all their property and connections. She had secured them 27th place in line to the throne through planting documentation and arranging just the right accident here or there until finally she herself had been caught out by Antivan Crow’s.
Because of her weak and ineffectual father, the family’s fate and fortunes were placed on Lia’s small shoulders. Luckily, her mother had trained her for such. She was an avid duelist, trained in all manner of poisons and trained that a proper lady never left a party until at least the first death.
All these lessons had proved incredibly useful on the night that her husband had decided to murder her.
It took her no longer than 3 seconds to disarm him and stab him through the chest - though in the process she took a scar to the collar bone which stayed to this day.
After the rather unfortunate nature of the divorce, Lia had been forced to flee the country; but she vowed to return, an army at her heels, and when she did, all of Antiva would bow at her feet.
Or so she hoped.
Personality:
Lia is a little self absorbed and a little bratty - but little else could be expected from a girl who grew up under the guise of a lavish Antivan noble woman. The formative years of her childhood were loving and filled with joy, albeit a little boredom - Lia was never the picture of a perfect Antivan lady, never set on being dainty. She flounced across balconies and swapped switches with the boys her age, fighting them till they ran crying to their mothers skirts. She also adored the pomp and glamour of court life, the colour of parties and the airs and graces of nobility. She can play the part of the proper lady now, but truly she would love nothing more than living carefree and wild and own a great deal many pretty dresses.
She can be reckless in the face of danger, and has more confidence in her skills than sense. She is a good enough friend as it suits her, and because of this, finds herself just the slightest bit lonely - unsure who she can truly trust. Prove yourself a loyal friend, and you might gain one in return. She desperately wants to prove herself, to the memory of her mother and to her doting if distant father. The responsibility of her house weighs heavy on her shoulders, so she tries not to focus on it too much; but it motivates her every action, and is the reason she's vowed to return with an army.
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Writing sample :
Duchessa Lia Aurellia Cirillo of house Valente has never let a little thing like her husband attempting to murder her get in the way.
He lay on the floor, velvet curtains of what would have been their wedding bed draped around him, and neatly cushioned his head, from when he had grasped blindly for them clutching for anything to keep him upright. Being stabbed through the chest multiple times seemed to have that effect on people.
Hand held tight to her side to compress the bleeding, she tries not to think on the pain; burning, blinding white hot and making her dizzy, but she draws herself out to the balcony all the same and winces as the cool of the night breeze rushes to meet her, stings along the edge of the scar that scraped down her collarbone and bit into the collar of her dress. She glanced over the moonlight balcony - lights bobbing in the streets below and littered around the generous space of the gardens which sprawled lavish on either side of the estate. Directly below the balcony, however, was the canal - the kind that ran all throughout the city and connected it. The lifeblood of Antiva City.
She slips her dagger back into its sheath at her boot, and steadies herself against the railing, head spinning. This meant the months spent preparing and readying herself for her new life were for naught - her groom a traitor, and half the guests who had cooed and fawned in on the lie as well.
Lia was left penniless, her back against the wall. In situations like that, her mother had always advised her, ‘the best move is never to curl yourself inward. The best move is to force yourself to fly.’
Words to live by, if she could - she would scale the wall spry and agile as a climbing cat, and strike back twice as hard.
The thought resolutely in her mind, she turned back toward the double doored opening to the bedroom - the warmth of the light, the richness of the room. The corpse of her husband, his feet poking from beside the bed, stewing in a pool of his own blood.
And then she flew - backwards, tumbling over the side of the balcony, and landing with a splash into the murky black water of the canal below.
IC
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:
Hugging this character: You can try! She is very physically affectionate when she wants to be
Kissing this character: Most definitely how she would greet you - a kiss to each cheek
Flirting with this character: The bread and butter of her conversation
Fighting with this character: Most certainly! She is a skilled duelist and definitely will not fight fair
Injuring this character (include limits and severity):
my sweet antivan peanut. my precious baby daughter. if it is called for, i suppose it must happen, but go easy on herKilling this character: nO
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yah go for it but b prepared for what you will see
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): nothing against rules obvs and no non-con!
