Post by roseline on Jun 8, 2016 17:26:43 GMT
Roseline Deveraux
"I said "she must be swift and white,
And subtly warm, and half perverse
And sweet like sharp soft fruit to bite,
And like a snake's love lithe and fierce."
Men have guessed worse.
-Swinburne "
And subtly warm, and half perverse
And sweet like sharp soft fruit to bite,
And like a snake's love lithe and fierce."
Men have guessed worse.
-Swinburne "
 | Nickname: Rose Age: 16 Gender: Female Race: Human Origin: Native Role: What role your character plays - Archduchess of Palico |
Character Traits
Hair Color/Style: 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.
Eye color: wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night
Skin Color: Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of House Deveraux.
Body Type: a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Angels 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.
Clothing - Detailed Appearance: 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.
Likes: Praise, Poetry, Learning New Things, Love Letters, Strength, Family
Dislikes: Sleeping, Pressure, Dismissal, Presumption, Prawns, Excesses of Pride
Eye color: wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night
Skin Color: Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of House Deveraux.
Body Type: a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Angels 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.
Clothing - Detailed Appearance: 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.
Likes: Praise, Poetry, Learning New Things, Love Letters, Strength, Family
Dislikes: Sleeping, Pressure, Dismissal, Presumption, Prawns, Excesses of Pride
Combat & Inventory
( List two spells that your character can perform, For magic users only.) --
Physical Abilities:
Spell/Ability One:
Spell/Ability Two:
( As your character buys or trains for new spells and abilities they will be placed below your original spell/ability line and placed within this section here. Remember to update this section whenever you buy a spell/ability or update it. Spell and Item upgrade tickets can be purchased in Balma's shop.. )
Combat: Archery, swordplay, and Horseback Riding
Inventory Bag: bow an arrow, sword, duchess wardrobe, duchy in Palico
Physical Abilities:
Spell/Ability One:
Spell/Ability Two:
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( As your character buys or trains for new spells and abilities they will be placed below your original spell/ability line and placed within this section here. Remember to update this section whenever you buy a spell/ability or update it. Spell and Item upgrade tickets can be purchased in Balma's shop.. )
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Combat: Archery, swordplay, and Horseback Riding
Inventory Bag: bow an arrow, sword, duchess wardrobe, duchy in Palico
Biography
History: They named me Roseline, like the flower fragile and sweet. 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 my little fist from my brother’s arm to bring me forth into the world. Did I fear he’d be left behind? Did I fear he’d leave me behind? Out of the darkness and into the light, albeit reluctantly. Papa feared he would lose all three of us, and then just one of us. Which one would he have given up? He never had to decide. And so we were born.
Roseline and Lysander. I preceded my brother by a mere two minutes all in all, though no one was counting joyfully amid all the blood and fear and whispers. And since that moment he and I have been attached more oft than not. One is light where the other is shadow. One is joy where the other is pain. We are mirrors or opposites, but either way our blood is the same. No one knows me like my brother. No one ever will. How is it that some souls manage to travel the paths of their life alone? It must feel like such a long road.
Though marked both by the struggle of our birth and the privilege of our House, our parents did all that they could to make our childhood as normal as it could be. My Grandmother was sister to the queen and a princess. While our family held no claim to the royal title we wre still an Archedukedom with the benefit of a strong tie to the Royal House. Father found in my mother a quiet sort of happiness, and we spent as much of our days in the estates outside of the cities in Limoges as we did around The King and the Palais. We ran as wild things through fields and flowers, Lysander and I. Free as birds. Until Maman wanted another child and made us all afraid for her. Until sadness and death, and Gustav. It took me several years to love my youngest brother. But it was not his fault, was it? He did not know. Papa has been different since, at least a little bit. But haven’t we all?
The year we turned fourteen, Grand-père died, and Papa moved to the Palais again year-round to assist Cousin Silas in his new role as King. It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the King's own cousin, 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 Papa warned us that it would be a hard winter. A whirlwind. A coronation. Our own Cousin, standing before the Priest. Humbly saying the vows. The entire nation looks to him now. To us. We were numb that season when father died, and the Archdukedom settled on my shoulders at the young age of sixteen. Can you imagine it? Out of the darkness, and into the light.
Family:
( If Your Character Is An Orphan, Then Just Place Unknown In The Father/Mother Section and leave the sibling and relative section blank unless your character has siblings or relatives.)
Father - Augustin- Dead
Mother - Natalie - Dead
Siblings - Lysander - Alive
Relatives - Silas Noru - 2nd Cousin
Lucinda Noru - 2nd Cousin
Children -
Relationship: Single
Extra: none
Roseline and Lysander. I preceded my brother by a mere two minutes all in all, though no one was counting joyfully amid all the blood and fear and whispers. And since that moment he and I have been attached more oft than not. One is light where the other is shadow. One is joy where the other is pain. We are mirrors or opposites, but either way our blood is the same. No one knows me like my brother. No one ever will. How is it that some souls manage to travel the paths of their life alone? It must feel like such a long road.
Though marked both by the struggle of our birth and the privilege of our House, our parents did all that they could to make our childhood as normal as it could be. My Grandmother was sister to the queen and a princess. While our family held no claim to the royal title we wre still an Archedukedom with the benefit of a strong tie to the Royal House. Father found in my mother a quiet sort of happiness, and we spent as much of our days in the estates outside of the cities in Limoges as we did around The King and the Palais. We ran as wild things through fields and flowers, Lysander and I. Free as birds. Until Maman wanted another child and made us all afraid for her. Until sadness and death, and Gustav. It took me several years to love my youngest brother. But it was not his fault, was it? He did not know. Papa has been different since, at least a little bit. But haven’t we all?
The year we turned fourteen, Grand-père died, and Papa moved to the Palais again year-round to assist Cousin Silas in his new role as King. It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the King's own cousin, 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 Papa warned us that it would be a hard winter. A whirlwind. A coronation. Our own Cousin, standing before the Priest. Humbly saying the vows. The entire nation looks to him now. To us. We were numb that season when father died, and the Archdukedom settled on my shoulders at the young age of sixteen. Can you imagine it? Out of the darkness, and into the light.
Family:
( If Your Character Is An Orphan, Then Just Place Unknown In The Father/Mother Section and leave the sibling and relative section blank unless your character has siblings or relatives.)
Father - Augustin- Dead
Mother - Natalie - Dead
Siblings - Lysander - Alive
Relatives - Silas Noru - 2nd Cousin
Lucinda Noru - 2nd Cousin
Children -
Relationship: Single
Extra: none
