Post by Wrenaya de Avanell on Jan 21, 2010 7:31:31 GMT
Name:
Lady Wrenaya de Avanell
Age:
34
Sex:
Female
Class:
Citizen of Camelot working as the Palace Librarian.
Appearance:
Wrenaya is often described as unremarkable by other women, and "plainly pretty" by some men. With a thin face, her large mossy green eyes seemed not only out of place but seemed to overshadow the rest of her features. Staring at her eyes, meant one might not notice how her lips lacked the pleasant fullness most women seemed to share in. Or that her nose was just a little big...just a little. Hair was kept short, perhaps as part of her slightly eccentric behavior, or perhaps it was simply easier for her to take care of.
Taking after her father, Wrenaya is a giant amongst most women. Standing, perhaps close to 5'10", she has become an awkward duckling in a room of swans. There are no heavenly curves to support her tall frame either, she simply is straight and narrow. While her gowns may rarely ever be new, there was perhaps a simple pretty about them too. Well cared for and modest, it seemed to fit her entire image perfectly.
Played By: Enya
Character:
There was always something just a little bit odd about her. Some called her eccentric, some called her shy, and others simply didn't notice her at all. Perhaps she was just a little bit eccentric, often getting lost in her own little world. Private thoughts, often ran away from her, leaving her staring at nothing, or laughing behind her hand at a joke only she could hear. (Of course, given her abilities, that's usually true!) At times, the often said to be shy, reserved seemed closer to the truth.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
- Intelligent (Reading/Writing/Arithmetic/Languages)
- Accomplished (Embroidery/Sewing Harp/Singing)
- General Household Care (Both in knowing how to do and how to give orders)
- Kind
- Hardworking
Weaknesses
- Often too kind, for her own good.
- Day dreams often
- Old (While her foot is not in the grave yet, as an older woman. her father will be hard pressed to find her another husband. Or provide for her when he is gone.)
- Clumsy(Why yes, she did just walk into that table and knock it over. Only after recovering from tripping over her own big feet)
- Is easily overcome with other peoples thoughts and feelings.
Magic:
Psychic Mage
Thought (Empathy/Mind Reading/ Influencing others etc)
Telekinesis (If it's allowed that is =D))
((Should this character be accepted, I fully plan on having her joining the Magicians' Guild and when she's been trained enough branching out in Telekinesis if you would prefer she only have one specialization for now))
Weaponry Skills:
She knows how to cut fresh bread really well. Does that count? No? Okay..
Character History:
When her mother fell ill a few years after the birth of her youngest sister Anne, it was quite clear for an awkward girl of nine, what she needed to do. To allow her mother rest, she quickly took over the household. If anyone had found it odd, to take orders from a child, any doubts were quickly swept away when it was apparent that Wrenaya was just as good as her mother when it came to being the lady of the house.
After the passing of her mother, her role in the household, remained. It was now a comfortable fit, and everyone seemed pleased. For her father, who still mourned the loss of his wife it brought comfort. For two younger sisters who no longer had a mother to teach them the things they should know, she became their mother.
Of course, she was well passed the age of being naive, while this life was good, it could not go on forever. As the eldest daughter a father could only hope to find a suitable husband, it was a shame that nearly every man that came to Mallaory Keep, barely spared a glance to the girl, in favor of the youngest daughters.
It wasn't surprising, when the only man that was interested happened to be twice her age and had already been married twice. With children already, he seemed only interested in a wife to live out the rest of his days with.
He hadn't been a cruel husband nor had he been particularly neglectful. Months tumbled into years, and soon the young awkward looking girl had become an awkward looking woman. While she couldn't have claimed to ever love her husband, she did respect him.
Upon his death, Wrenaya returned home to her father's keep. Though she had been invited by her late husband's eldest son to remain, with a warm affectionate smile his thoughts were so strong they nearly lept from his mind telling her the opposite.
It wasn't long before she departed her father's care, to make her way to Camelot. With the help of her father, she was given a position within the library at the palace. A place where a well educated lady, that no longer caught the attention of suitors could find a place for herself.
Additional Information:
Jervas de Morten: (Father) A retired knight, and peaceful lord over a very small keep. Gifted to him by his father, Jervas and his daughters are of an obsure noble line probably mostly forgotten about by anyone other than a few social circles, consisting of their neighbors in the countryside and some people in Camelot.
((I will likely expand on family and other important people in her life if I am accepted here. At the moment, I must apologize for a very vague history. I like to leave things open for changes. Should the history not be enough, I'll be happy to edit it.))
Sample Roleplay:
(Taken from an old RPG I used to play in)
She hadn't traveled far off the beaten path of Paris yet. Her time was filled with getting from destination to the next on time, and had recently left her with very little free time. She really wanted to be hired at the end of her internship, which was looming dangerously close now. Following just a few steps behind him at first, her fingers hooked beneath the back straps of her heels, carrying them along at her side with only the slightest of swings. She would be glad when this was all over and she could warm her feet again, they felt like bocks of ice now against the pavement.
She had let herself fall behind, while she took in her now unfamiliar surroundings as they continued onto the next block. When they had finally made their way to the next block, she wondered if she would be able to find her way back alone. When he offered his name, she took only a few strides to catch up to him, walking at his side now. There was that smile, easy going as it was for the girl that was far too trusting of a complete stranger. She offered her hand out toward him for a quick shake, the name almost made her giggle. Suddenly, having a name like Eileen didn't seem too particularly bad when compared to something like Leroy. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ei.."
As if her hand had been burned, she quickly pulled it back. Impressions flooded her mind, feelings, thoughts, and random images punched their way across her vision, broken and tangled together. While most were nothing more than out her minds reach to fully comprehend at the moment, there were a few that were strong enough to press down upon her. Had she continued to hang onto his head, everything would have been clearer.
Pink. Cell phone. Putting it in his pocket
The strongest and most recent she had unknowingly conjured up from simply shaking his hand. She really was one of the most gullible people on the face of the Earth. She had almost fallen into his web of lies. Quickly she began to shake her hand out, wincing as if in pain. She wasn't a good liar, but it was worth a try, "Hand cramp!" No, she didn't even believe it herself. Suddenly, her heart felt as if it had jumped into her throat for a moment.
It was obvious she wasn't thinking when she threw her shoes at him, but it couldn't have been more apparent than when she took off running down the unfamiliar street. She had never been a great runner, but it was the only choice her mind could come up with at the time. Bare feet, numb with the cold barely navigated the pavement beneath her. She came close to losing her footing a few times, as she urged long legs to move not only faster but further than the fabric of her skirt just skimming her above the knee would allow.
At the first sign of a side alley, she ducked down it. Taking the corner sharp, naked soles slid against wet stone, shaking her balance completely. Falling down on her side, her thigh scraped against the ground as she slid a few inches. Wincing immediately, her hand clutched grasped at her raw leg. She sat there a moment, pressing her raw palms to the large scrape along her side. She'd almost forgotten about him, almost.
Her head swung toward the alley's mouth, glancing over her shoulder for any signs of good ol' Leroy. Snagging her lower lip, she bit down as she pulled herself to her feet. She stepped once, taking note of the amount she now had to limp. A sound behind her, and she was once again looking over her shoulder, immediately feet moved and she was half running again. It hadn't occurred to her to look where she was going, just like all the rest of those girls in the really bad horror movies. When she had finally turned back to where she was heading, there was no time to stop herself from plowing right into the metal dumpster. Her forehead simply bounced off it's side, tossing her backward on the slick stones.
Colors exploded over her vision, vaguely aware of the pain that seemed to follow. When the colors had faded, the sky above her seemed darker, fuzzier, until slowly everything was swallowed by darkness. She really hated herself.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Heather
Location: Texas
How long have you been RPing for: I don't want to really date myself here, but over ten years D=
Any other characters on the site?: Not....yet. =D
