Lady Miranda Eyston [Approved] (The Sapphire Court)

Title: Lady Miranda Eyston [Approved]
Description: Ashton [complete]

Lady Miranda Eyston - April 14, 2008 06:00 AM (GMT)

_{Name: Lady Miranda Eyston
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: Courtier
Physical Description:Miranda is a captivating sort of girl to look at. Her hair is a deep brown that is often mistaken for black, and hangs halfway down her back in weighed down curls, when not forced into a hair net. Her skin is pale white, as most of the court, but hers perhaps exceptionally so to the extent that the slightest flush is immediately discernible. Her eyes are a rather stunning color, a deep cerulean blue, that sparkle in their own right. Her body is a slight thing, for she's anything but tall standing at 5'2". She has never been what one would call thin, but as an alternative, Miranda has always had a rather feminine figure. Her body slips quite elegantly from curve to curve, and produces a grace of motion she thanks God for in her prayers.

Miranda is quite aware of what go through mens heads, and she is no stranger to flirting. She's always perfectly aware of her body, and is a virtual master at using it to communicate with others. She puts out a delicate front, that of an innocent lamb, playing up the size of her bright eyes, and distributing shy grins that make people feel quite rewarded upon their appearance. At the same time she remains nearly suspiciously unaware that she is leaning perhaps a degree too far for the cut of her dress, or is standing in inch too close to someone. It's quite easy to see her as innocent, and if one is observant, that she is also an excellent flirt.
Native Duchy: Duchy of Ashton
History: Born to the Lord and Lady Eyston, Miranda has always had a comfortable, if not particularly opulent life. She was not the boy the family hoped for, but she was a healthy child from the first, and for that her parents were grateful. Growing up in the hotbed of culture, Miranda quickly became enamored with all things beautiful, and by the time she was five and Ariel was born it was becoming increasingly clear that Miranda would have to emulate her environment if the family ever wanted to gain consequence. No son meant no one to carry on the family fortune, or establish the Eyston name at court, save their eldest daughter.

From Ariel's birth onward, Miranda was raised to be the image of a courtly woman, while her parents also fostered her intellect so she could learn to maneuver the court as well as a man. Embroidery, and other such task could be done by the servants, and so it was decided early on that Miranda should learn the exhibition art, namely song, music, and dance. She began her dancing lessons at five, her voice lessons at six, and her lap harp lessons at nine, when she was big enough to wield it well. Industrious by nature, and especially with Imogen's birth thoroughly aware of her importance, Miranda set about her lessons with unfailing diligence.

She matured quickly, and began to start maneuvering socially when she was barely eleven, doing favors for local children, and keeping careful track of her IOU's. But she was careful to do it with a pleasant demeanor, as her mother especially had made it quite clear that an openly ambitious woman was attractive to no one. The Eystons were not intimately connected with the court, but other families of their acquaintance soon came to observe that Miranda was quite the accomplished, pleasant young woman. And quite pretty too, if you liked her sort of look.

Her family chose of its own volition to keep Miranda from the court an extra year, to present the image of not resting their hopes on Miranda marrying. But when she was due to be sent off at fifteen, her mother fell ill, and as the eldest daughter, Miranda felt obligated to stay behind and look after Josephine. Josephine recovered after three months of a terrible cough, and is now relatively healthy, though she cannot move with the same stamina as she used to.

So Miranda was finally sent to court, a drop older, and a great deal more cunning than many of her counterparts.
Parents: Lady Josephine Eyston & Lord Thomas Eyston
Siblings: Lady Sylvia Eyston - 12
Lady Ariel Eyston - 10
Lady Imogen Eyston - 7
Personality: Sharp as a blade is an expression more than one person has used to describe Miranda, upon close acquaintance. The girl is no lackwit sent to court to giggle and get engaged. She was sent to court to advance the family, and Miranda's able brain works constantly towards that end. She makes herself appealing. Her voice is sweet and clear, and from time to time you can hear her humming, a seemingly absent stream of melody that is really her siren song, pulling you in to inquire after her. In dance she keeps her foot light, and her smile ready, her fingertips trail delicately to and from hands that reach out in patterned steps. She knows when she should shine, and when she should let another take the spotlight, and since she never steals it is generally well-liked as a modest but talented sort of girl.

She plays to people's emotions and personalities quite well, morphing from innocent dove to witty ingenue, though she's careful never to go to the extreme. Her default public personality is one of a gentle, innocent girl, shifting between her other capabilities when she sees someone beginning to lose interest.

In reality she's a just a girl who is perhaps a bit to smart for her own good, with a rather dark streak of sarcasm in her sense of humor. She's a relatively kind person, who puts her family and therefore herself beyond most others. She's not afraid to use people, and not afraid to hurt feelings, as long as they don't belong to important people.

Power, Wealth, Status. This is what she has been raised to achieve, and should it come by an advantageous marriage, or a good relationship with the Duchess is of no matter to Miranda.

Items: - 1 sewing kit: For embroidery work, though she's a poor hand at it.
- One dress of emerald green satin, embroidered with silvery thread in patterns of leaves around the hems. Made in the current fashion of dipped backs and flaring sleeves. Fan of matching color with an entire forest scene embroidered on it. A silver colored wire hair net matches. The slippers switch grounds, green being the color of embroidery, and the gloves follow the same pattern.
- One dress of a wine red color, embroidered with gold thread in the pattern of feathers around the hems. again, made in the current style. Cloth of gold fan embroidered in burgundy with the Ashton lark flitting about. A gold wire hair net to match. The slippers and gloves maintain the gold on burgundy color scheme, with the feather embroidery continued.
- One nightdress; silk, light embroidery
- One light silver chain
- An old lap-harp, a small instrument, with little to recommend it beyond some carving on the exterior of the bow that has been heavily worn.
- A book of parchment, ink, and quill, with a little bit of sealing wax
- Hygienic effects: hair brush, pins (to hold the hair in place), a little bit of scent (perfume), lavender scented soap, etc.
- She sings like a lark.
- Miranda is a graceful dancer
- Her maid is a clever sort of girl, for a commoner, named an ordinary Nell.
- One finch, a delightfully sweet voiced bird.
Roleplay Sample (Two paragraph minimum - Ten sentences):Eve woke with a start in the early morning, when false dawn was casting the sky a slate grey hue. There was nothing to warrant the panic she felt pounding within her breast, but it would be no use going back to sleep now. Eve usually took an hour or more to fall to sleep, and the Kane household began to stir at dawn anyway. At any rate this strange panic in the mornings had been a constant since her third year. After lying still a moment to let her eyes adjust to the gloomy shadows of the room, Eve rolled out of bed. In moments she had donned her usual clothing, with the addition of a flannel jacket. The mist that rolled beneath Eve’s second story window promised a chilly morn.

Her shoes were held in hand until she had passed safely through the house to the mat before the back door. The steel-toed boots were slipped on quickly as deft fingers wove the shoestring through the open brass fixers. Nary a sound was made as Eve slipped the well oiled door open, and stepped out into the fog that had rolled off the North Sea. Though the cloud that enveloped her was practically opaque, Eve knew her way. All through her life she had walked this path each morning, to greet the animals, and finish what chores she could before she had to leave for school be it the local one, or Hogwarts. Reluctantly, slim hands emerged from the warm pockets of the flannel jacket to push the heavy barn door open. Several gleaming eyes rolled open, and calmly watched the girl as she quietly crossed the dirt floor of the barn. Though outside the fog had laid a chill over the land, within the barn the bodies of the animals kept it warm. Eve took a moment to breathe in the musky smell of the animals, and the sweet smell of the hay kept in the loft, before clambering up the ladder. She fell into the swing of throwing the hay down as she had done for all her sixteen years, ignoring her bodies protest to this early morning wakeup call.

Soon there was enough for the daily ration each animal was entitled to. Eve hopped down and began doling out the proper amount of hay each animal required. Once the hay was safely in the stalls of the animals who stayed inside the stables, all the cows but one were urged out of the barn towards the near pasture where they could graze at their own pace. A scoop of feed was fetched from the locker, and Eve let the chickens out of their coop, raining the golden grain down over the confused hens’ heads. The sheep were brought their hay in the far pasture, which was really just in the opposite direction from the barn that the near pasture was. She didn’t know what her Da planned to do with the horses that day, so to feed them would be a mistake, especially if he brought them out for a run. Eve walked to the sole cow left in the barn and brought with her a small stool and an aluminum bucket.

“There ye go Delia, stand still for me lady love.” She crooned softly to the gentle animal, as she took a seat on the stool and positioned the bucked beneath for Delia’s swollen udder. As Eve milked the obliging bovine, she looked almost asleep. Her eyes were shut softly as her cheek leaned against the warm flank of the cow. Her hands moved smoothly in a rhythm years of chores had granted her, and her body was at complete ease in the slim legged jeans she wore along with the thick cotton tee-shirt and flannel jacket. Despite how peaceful she looked with her delicate face resting against the great heifer, Eve’s mind was replaying one of her most haunting memories.

Other: If there is such a thing, it would be very much appreciated if Miranda could have established herself as a lady-in-waiting to the Duchess. Thanks much.}

The Creator - April 14, 2008 05:00 PM (GMT)

Congratulations!

You've been approved to join the ranks of the Sapphire Court! The staff here at SC offer you a very friendly hello!

Some things you may want to do to get going is check out the OOC forum for the duchy of your choice. There the members of the duchy keep track of IC gossip and plan events for their duchy.

You may also wish to get a diary or journal set up, which can be started here.

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Fair thee well!

~SC Staff

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