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| Blythe Ametrine; Approved- PQueen, Green/Gray | |
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| Blythe | May 4 2007, 12:55 AM Post #1 |
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Character Name: Blythe Ametrine Age: 23 Caste: Priestess Queen Social Status: Aristo Birthright: Dark Random Offering: Yes Race: short-lived Birth Territory: Raej, T Starting Money: 850 gm Appearance: She has pale blonde hair and hazel eyes. She is slim and short and trim, with compact muscles and spindly fingers. Long legs, and a chancy style of dress make Blythe a striking character when she enters a room. Most call her pretty, at least. She is aristo bred, and has that look about her. She walks like a witch, speaks like a lady, and has the calculating mind of a Queen. All of these make her who she is. Her body language is very elegant, and yet quite guarded. She has willowy, gentle movements. She doesn't appear imposing at all. Slim and small and unimposing, some might wonder how Blythe can be dangerous. Then you see her eyes. Her eyes speak stories of being fragile and hard and ready to break. Personality: She's cold. At least, she fights so hard to be cold, to find that place where she can pretend that she doesn't' care about the conditions of the slave pens and the heart of the land breaking beneath her feet. But she's a Queen, and Queen's care. They have to. Their blood beats it, their souls scream it. They care for the land, and for the people who tread upon it. It is why Queens rule. Blythe has always been a little on the spoiled side, though she's worked hard in her life as well. She is a bit materialistic, and no one would ever call her an idealist. Cynical at times, she understands males fairly well as she was raised with several of them. She's a fighter, and she'll shred someone to protect what she considers hers, despite not looking the part at all. History: No one expected her to do much but sit around her mother's estate, perhaps make a marriage one day to make mommy and daddy proud. She's the youngest in her family, the only girl in a crowd of three. Two brothers, both older. She, the spoiled little princess, the youngest of them. They didn't see the fire in her eyes when she looked around the world she lived in. They didn't hear her crying into her pillow at night, weeping for the land when it could not weep for itself. They didn't see the Darkness hanging about her shoulders like a cloak, a potent and yet untrained Priestess. When she was sixteen she ran away from home, to go to the Dark Altar to be trained. She would be denied no longer and she trained as a nameless and homeless waif, the tending Priestess there being kind to her. She learned quickly, and her training was complete by age 19. She returned home, but her family would have nothing of her and she was sent away. She presented herself to the Court of the Territory Queen in the next year and was given a token position, something to keep her busy but that meant nothing. Offering Post Brittle. Fragile, some said. Fragile? Not likely. Not her. She was hard as nails and twice as resilient. At least, she could only strive for that. She had to. She had to survive because she had no one to fall back on. Not anymore. She wasn't the Queen of come hither stares or sultry pouts. She wasn't the mistress of a thousand broken hearts, strewn at her feet like so much white sand from the southern beaches. She wasn't a temptress or a siren, a delicate flower or a wilting rose. The knife was cold against her hand, catching all of the light in the room like a greedy child. She saw hazel eyes in that reflection, and then looked away. She slit the wrist and did not even wince. She had completed her training too long ago to wince when she felt blood pooling down her arm and dripping onto the obsidian altar. Kneeling, she clasped hands and whispered a prayer to the Darkness before the let herself go, let her soul dive into the Abyss. --- Player Name/Nickname: Ashe All Past Characters (If any): none |
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| Melissa | May 4 2007, 02:38 AM Post #2 |
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Keeper of the Blood and Giver of the Jewels
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Birthright Roll: 3 out of 5 (Green) Offering Roll: 3 out of 3 (Gray) Character Approved! |
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| Melissa | May 11 2007, 03:02 AM Post #3 |
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Keeper of the Blood and Giver of the Jewels
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Are you changing her Birth Terriorty to Reaj now? |
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| Ashe | May 17 2007, 10:41 PM Post #4 |
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Hell's Fire
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Yes I am. |
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