Post by Lady Aslinn Draconis on Feb 12, 2010 11:44:42 GMT
Desired Character Name: Aslinn Draconis
Age: 18
Sex: female
Class: Nobility
Appearance: Regal in appearance, cleanliness if next to godliness. Aslinn’s willowy appearance suggests that she was built for ~Women’s work~ Namely to marry and bear heirs to her father’s estate. She is tall in statue, more so then most in these lands. Having been born abroad in her mother’s homeland She is taller, standing at 5’9. With a mixture of roman blood in her veins with that of her Saxon father. Long lustrous dark brown, almost black locks frame her full face, along with a pair of Sapphire eyes full of intelligence. Dressed in rich finery, from Italian satins, and wools. A cast of the deepest and finest colors, she likes to wear navy blue a great deal for it brings out her eyes. Though she often dresses simpler hues so not to draw attention to her, though she sterns clear of dull, plain colors that are norm for servants. (There is a different side to Aslinn that no one of court has ever seen…shhhhhhhhh)Pic for you)
(pic is of Aslinn in a rather different light. One that few know of or have seen.)
Character: Aslinn is a young woman of station. She understands her place in her family unit and what is expected of her. She is willful at times when dealing with her father. But that is easily rendered, being daddy’s little girl. She is use to getting her own way, most of the time. When dealing with her mother it is an entirely different story, and were most of the punishments are handed out. She is a quick thinking, and surprising agile for being a lady of court.(hmmmmm…) She was raised with several brothers, and therefore received some training in the use of weapons, ( Daddy with faint if he knew) her weapon of choice the bow. She enjoys hunting, more so because it is forbidden for woman to accompany men, something about bad luck. She is not for the killing of animals, but dinner is best when caught fresh. She trusts those of higher station, namely because there is little reason not to. Aslinn has yet to understand just how the world works outside of court. She does seem to stretch the limits of her limitations. Often leading to getting her into trouble. Her father calls her audacious, her mother calls her reckless.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
· Intelligent
· Strong willed
· Kind hearted
· Free-spirited
· Tends not to think before she leaps
· A little to proud (comes with the station)
· Stubborn
· Willful (her mother’s work)
Magic Abilities: none yet…unsure about magic. Father no so keen on the use of magic.
Weaponry Skills: Has her father’s army, does that count. (Smirks) She likes to use bows…and the continently placed hidden dagger.
Character History:
Born to an Anglo-Saxon Noble father and a Roman-Gaul Mother. Aslinn has always lived abroad. It was only in the last year that she came to live in Mercia with her entire family. Her father having summed her mother, which calls for the entire family to uproot itself and travel across land and sea to be at his side. The Draconis family is far from a family of good mortal and valves. They had had their share of dark days. It was only in the last 30 years they managed to get their name cleared of pass insult.
Aslinn’s great-great-great, possibly even great grandfather was a hunter. At the time the lands about Mercia were in great turmoil. Some believe it to be myth while records hidden away tell the true story of how a band of hunters, once knights of an old code, were called upon to rid the land of creatures known as darastrix in their own tongue, and dragons in the human. These old knights stride from the old ways. The honor that once held them in great esteem with these creatures, or so the books say. These books were lost for a period of three hundred years. In that time a great darkness fell upon the land. The lands were plagued with countless wars. Brother against brother, neighbor against neighbor, blood against blood.
Not until the last 100 years has man seen the error of his ways. Thought it has been hard to enlighten those that would see the plagues continue, by those that wished to doom man to darkness so they could gain more power, or keep what power they had. Redemption has been sought over a great many years. Only recently have the lands of Mercia come out of the darkest.
Aslinn Celestine Ambros Draconis was born under a red moon, an autumn moon in fact. The omen to her father that she was special, to her mother, whom always listened to her seer that Aslinn, was an omen. Nothing really came of what the seer had told her mother for one wrong prediction and the seer of beheaded. The Draconis family lived namely aboard when their children were old enough to learn the ways of court life. Lord Sebastian Draconis found that Mercia was not the place for them to do so. He ordered them to their family across the ocean Northeastern direction, to his wife’s people. He figured this would be good for his only daughter. Being with family, though it pained him to he apart from any of them. He knew it to be for the best.
Aslinn would say that she suffered under her mother’s watch. Under her watchful eye, or eyes, Aslinn was never able to do anything other then that becoming of a lady of a noble family. One day with hopes of her being married off. Which Aslinn made most certain that it was always beyond the present if ever. This often caused great difficulty in dealing with her mother. Aslinn was seen as willful and disobedient at times. Which from time to time left her lock in the tower of her grandparent’s castle.
It was not that Aslinn was a terrible child. She was pleasant when she had to be, nice when she wanted to be, and terrible only in her mother’s presence. Being brought up with several brothers it was not hard for her to get into even more trouble, thanks to them. The Draconis boys, numbering at four were the apples of her mother’s eyes. The eldest were several years older then Aslinn, and one brother a year younger. Marcus the second oldest was killed during the Purge. Aslinn felt his lost and mourned in private, unlike her mother who saw that she grieved publicly. She wanted all to know what lost she suffered. And suffered she did. It was during this year that Aslinn’s father called his family back to Mercia. To a quaint countryside of Mercia, something that Aslinn was not ready for. Court life was indeed very different then in her mother’s homeland. It took some getting use to. But she found things to occupy her free time with. Her brothers teaching her how to properly shot a bow and arrow, like a hunter, not just to be accomplished at it. They also taught her to ride a horse the way men rode. They swore her to secrecy so that they could keep their heads upon their shoulders. Aslinn being who she was, agreed and has at times used it to get them to do things for her.
The year in Mercia was growing on Aslinn. Ties with those in neighboring cities were strained while others seemed to be flourishing. Namely relations between Camelot and Mercia as of late, which only meant trouble for Aslinn, left at the hands of her mother who would marry her off the first chance she got. Perhaps this was the reason they were called back to her father?
Sample Roleplay: His touch was all that she needed to feel safe. She would smile when he asked if she slept well. “Yes, thought my cushion left me.†She teased, as her head turned into his palm and kissed it. When she turned about she found his lips firmly planted upon her’s. She lingered for a moment in his kiss, wondering when the next one would come. She had ruined their moment of enjoying one another last night with her tears. She could not help but feel angered at her lack of control over her emotions.
She rose as he rose. She would stretch the aches out of her own form. Leviticus had been a comfort to sleep upon but even he was not as comfortable as a featherbed. She mused at the thought of him being heavily in weight to the point that he was burly. Like the gent that owned the tailor shop in town, only but she would not change him for the world. She continued to stretch her arms above her head and her back, trying to get the kinks out. She bent to fix her skirt, soothing out the ceases their had received. She could not help but furrow her brow at his statement about they leaving last night. She would have said I told you so, but there were no need. He had already stated that he should have listened to her.
Her gaze turned just as Leviticus had to the voices echoing overhead. Her heart rose in her throat. She was quick to silence herself. Pressing her spine up against the wall behind her. Her eyes locked upon the stairwell. It was only a matter of time before they were found. Leviticus had told her that last night. She just wished him to have been wrong. When he gave his order for her to hide beneath the blanket she did not waste any time. She moved to the blanket and threw it over herself. She curled against sound in the corner of the room. Hoping to blend in with the rest of the room.
The footsteps she heard. She held her breath, but the more she tried to silence herself the harder it became. She clamped her hands over her mouth. Her breath increased, her heart pounded against her chest so hard she though it would be heard and she would be found. She slammed her eyes closed the moment the door slammed open, hitting the wall as they entered. It came quick, as she thought it would. Leviticus went to work, and she hid. She remained as still as she was able. The shuffling of feet as they entered. It was at that moment she started to say a prayer in her thoughts. She prayed that Thaeydreth would help them that he would see to their safety.
She heard something fall to the ground, then another. She gasped when something rolled up against her in her hiding place. She dare not more nor make any noise in reaction to it. It was not long before the room fell silent again. Then Leviticus commanding voice broke the silence. It was only then that she felt that it was safe to some out. Upon doing so she looked down at the floor before her. The severed head of one of the men lay at her feet. She gasped and quickly made her way to the door.
Disguise was his plan. Was he certain that they would not be stopped? She was small next to his frame and that of any normal soldier. For her to hide beneath the amour was a huge risk, but she would do it. She had to at least try. She was about to close the door when he canceled the order to closing the door. She came to his side as he finished undressing the fallen men. It was hard to look at their faces. Eyes wide and lifeless. Blood smeared across their faces and other body parts. She would quickly work along side Leviticus and dress herself. She would have to remove her gown, as it would not fit beneath the amour. A blush crept to her cheeks realizing that she would have to undress to a point. Sure it was only Leviticus, but the moment hardly called for them to sate their appetites. It was a strange moment that brought that shy side of her back. She started to tug at the laces behind her back. Finally managing to free her of the garment. She shrugged her shoulders out and the gown slipped to the floor. She stepped out of it and quickly hides it beneath the blankets, so it was not noticed right away, if looked for.
She stands before Leviticus, curling her head to the side, and rubbing her left hand along her arm. She was nerve that was apparent. As Leviticus undressed the men, she would take up what she felt she could put on without aid. She was surprised that she knew just where everything went as she had on rare occasions helped dress her father. The skirt was fitted; she curled her head forward and slipped her head into it. There was more room for her since she was so petite in her frame. It came down about mid thigh. She looked at Leviticus furrowed brow. “Is this going to work?â€She looked to the shirt and continued to dress.
Optional OOC Section:
Name: Your real name: Aure
Location: Canada
How long have you been RPing for?: too long, forever it would seen.
Any other characters on the site?: yes, do I have to name them J
