Post by Gwethana Idris Quartermane on Jan 28, 2012 18:08:34 GMT -6
GWETHANA idris QUARTERMANE
"I can do whatever I please. It is as simple as that.”
\Katie McGrath /
"I can do whatever I please. It is as simple as that.”
\Katie McGrath /
[/i] 5’3”
Alias: My Lady, Princess
Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Race: Human
Weight: 120 pounds
Build: Small, she is short and borderline curvy.
Markings:None, save for a single piercing in each earlobe.
[/ul]Special: None
Character: Cannon
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Likes:
Magic
Books
Cats
Dislikes:
Dragons
Failure
Small, enclosed spaces
Water
Strengths:
Intelligent
Archery
Swift
Weaknesses:
Physically weak/cannot handle a sword
Cannot let go/overly determined
Easily frustrated
Wears her heart on her sleeve
Fears:
Dragons
Water
Secrets: She is incapable of producing magic, but tries regardless, and foolishly mutters simple words in the ancient language.
Defining Traits:
Curious :: She is teased by her siblings for being what they call a “know-it-all”. She obsesses over how things work and how people function, and when she can’t figure something out she becomes very agitated. Gwethana always has to know the answer.
Stubborn :: The girl simply won’t take no for answer. You can’t deny her what she wants, or else she’ll make a fool of herself by attempting to get it.[/ul]
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[/i] The Queen
Family:
Father: The King
Sibilings:A younger brother/sister, and a twin brother (Aleron) who is only a few minutes younger.
Other: None
[/ul]Full History:
Technically, Gwethana was born first to her parents, but her twin brother followed shortly after. A few years after her birth, a younger brother and sister came long. As a young child she and her twin brother, Aleron, were tutored by various instructors and their lessons ranged in a multitude of subjects; her favorite being science and the arts. She excelled in her learning, prompting playful taunts from Aleron. Her youth was kept as ordinary as possible, her parents fearing an excess of material possessions would spoil her mind or too much publicity that would scar Gwethana mentally. The pressure Gwethana feels is exerted upon by herself because she assumes her father picked Aleron over her to one day rule because she was born female. In actuality her father observed them carefully as the twins grew and decided because of her ambitious and critical nature, her brother (who was much more laid-back and collected) would be better suited.
A good deal of her youth spent outside the classroom took place under her mother’s eyes; she wanted to ensure that her daughter be able to act accordingly under pressure, something Gwethana has always struggled with. The Queen would take her out to the gardens, where she would tell her daughter the breeds of each plant; something she knew Gwethana would enjoy. Her father insisted she learn how to properly defend herself and her people, a trait he believed to be required for any noble. Unfortunately, this was a complete and utter fail. Despite the training he pushed, assisted by Aleron, Gwethana could never so much as lift a sword. She tried, but her body simply was not constructed for physical combat. Instead of practicing she spent too much of her time behind books, aggravating her father. Despite her lack of interest, it angered Gwethana that she could not become a valiant warrior, though she never considered the fact that instead of honing the craft she was off doing something otherwise.
As a child she fell into a deep river while playing with her brother; he had challenged her to a game and the winner was determined by who could swim the longest. She lost, nearly drowning in the process. Since then she has been terrified of it; once after the incident daring to enter the sea to merely observe the life beneath and was pushed over by a strong wave. Though in no danger, it was the last straw and she’ll never go in again. Gwethana has also concluded that she’ll never know what is truly lurking beneath the waters, which she hates. Similarly, dragons have always captivated her. Though she fears them, knowing they are a more intelligent breed than she. Their immense size and ability put her at unease; she hates not knowing what they could be thinking. As a girl she would stand as close to her mother as possible when her father had the company of a dragon.
Name: Breezy
Age: 18
Experience:Semi-beginner?
RP Sample:
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Her bottom lip trembled. Slowly the hours of the night melted away with the wax of the waning candle, the tip of the flame burning bright in the surrounding darkness. Knitting her brow, the woman stared downward allowing the tip of her nail to skim along the wording that baffled her; she knew not its meaning. The mysterious script was of another tongue, but she was more than determined to crack the code. In fact she had not given herself a moment of rest since dinner and dawn was fast approaching. Fatigue weighed heavily upon Gwethana’s eyelids, and her emerald orbs drooped momentarily before a palm stung at her cheek. Her vision flickered and with a muted guffaw she straightened her spine, blinking out across her chambers. Never had the sheets of her bed looked so perfectly strewn across the mattress. She glanced back towards her work, still as ignorant as she had been hours before. Something within her stomach quivered.
“Oh!” she howled throwing her arms up into the air. Still, Gwethana would not accept defeat and her aching body knew this. With reluctant limbs she sulked back over toward the table, placing a hand to her hip in annoyance. The material of her dress clung to her body, irritating the skin. She was tired. Taping her chin, she picked up a quill dipping the utensil in a jar of ink. The liquid oozed over the lip of its container, evoking an unwholesome curse to fall from her lips. Her temper had been provoked, fueled by mounting curiosity. And then she froze. Every muscle tightened like a chord, stiffening her livid expression before it quickly ebbed into that of shock. She blinked.
“It is a set of directions…” Gwethana breathed, her stare fixating on the parchment alone. “…informing one on how to assemble a wagon.” Her breath caught within the base of her throat. Tears filled within the corners of her eyes, “I wasted the entire evening figuring out an ancient description on how to lump together a worthless wagon!” With sudden and out-of-the-blue energy, she tore the paper to shreds and stormed toward her bed. Gwethana threw herself atop the blankets and did even bother to burrow beneath the material. The pillow felt cloud-like beneath her throbbing head, and it took less than a minute for sleep to consume her frazzled nerves.
