Name: Lady Amy Lovelly
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Class: Courtier
Physical Description: Amy isn't a remarkable courtier. She stands at 5,5 and her face is quite plain, with a few freckles. Her eyes are the colour of cloudy skies, with coal-black lashes framing them and thin dark brows arched over them, and she often uses her eyes when flirting because they are the only beautiful thing about her. Her nose is quite thin, and unfortunately quite long, and she often wishes it would shrink. Under the long nose is a full, kissable mouth. Her long black hair is extremely straight, and it is sometimes said to be as soft as a horse's mane, but many don't see it, except on special ocassions, as she often wears it up in a hood. Her body is still developing it's womanly curves, but she is glad that she won't look like a stick on legs, as her mother used to call her. Her shoulders are often thrown back, because she is proud of her place, and is ashamed of a few scars on her otherwise unblemished arms from playing to rough when her siblings when she was younger.
Native Duchy: Ashton
History: Born the ninth child of a respectable family, Amy was the fith of the six children who made it through infanthood, though when she was born she was quite small and frail. She spent most of her childhood in a field behind her home, playing with her elder brothers and sister. Being the closest in age to John (who was three years older than her) she spent her days racing him and fighting with him. Her mother fell pregnant again when she was nine, but the pregnancy had many complications and her mother was thought to have suffered a miscarriage at one point. She was at her mother's side and watched her sister be born, but was also at her mother's bedside when she burned up with fever soon after. Within two days, her mother was dead. They named the baby Margaret for her, and Amy had to surrender her idle days to help her elder sister Grace care for Margaret. A month before she came of age, her father told her he would hire a nurse to take care of Margaret (who was a sickly child) because Amy would be going to Court. Amy was upset at the thought of leaving her little sister, but excited at the prospect of joining her sister in the court which she thought so glamourous.
Parents: Lord Henry Lovelly and the late Lady Margaret Lovelly.
Siblings: James Lovelly, Arthur Lovelly, Grace Lovelly, John
Lovelly, Margaret Lovelly.
Personality: Usually loud and boisterous, she quietened down when she arrived at Court, because her sister told her she had to be respectable and dignified. Her temper flares up quickly, and although she hadn't much educations, she's intrested in various medical studies. She's excited easily, after spending four years nursing a sick toddler, about what happens at Court, and can usually be found listening to gosip to satisfy her curiosity.
Items: - 1 sewing kit, for embroidery work
- 2 sets of clothing: Lilac dresses with matching hoods, one for special occassions and the other for everyday, her slippers, fan and gloves.
- One nightdress; silk, light embroidery
- One light gold chain.
- One personal item: One of her mother's favourite rings.
- A book of parchment, ink, and quill, with a little bit of sealing wax
- Hygienic effects: Hair brush with polished wooden handle, various hair pins and hoods, some rose water perfume and various other hygenic items.
- Her ability; Her voice is very strong and sweet, and she enjoys singing.
- Another ability; A very good painter, she takes pride in her artistic talent.
- One maid; A close friend of hers, she's glad to have Elizabeth as her maid.
- One pet; A lap dog by the name of Purquoy
Roleplay Sample: (Not in this time, more of a modern day high-school one, I'll change it if I need to :) )
Kiera felt something hit the back of her head, but she didn't look round. Probably another paper ball. She'd got a lot of those to the back of the head during her first weeks of high school. The bell rang, and she shoved her books into her bag and strode out of the classroom ahead of the other teenagers who tormented her. Making her way to her locker, she quickly opened it and took out her biology books. Shoving those in her bag, she slammed the locker shut and made her way swiftly down the hall, in hopes of avoiding her bully. No luck. A tall figure loomed over her 5,3 frame and she looked up at Diane Simmons, her eternal tormentor.
"Excuse me," she mumbled quietly. Her response was being grabbed by the arm and dragged into an empty classroom. One of Diane's cronies locked the door, while the others held her down. Kiera struggled, her thin frame twisting in every direction, but to no avail. Diane approached the girl, who glared at her.
"Oh, have I hurt the goth's feelings?"
"I hate you," Kiera spat out, before a fist collided with the side of her head. She braced herself for the rest of the beating, which was suprisingly quick today. But Kiera still wished this girl would drop dead.
Other: None
Eh, I'm kind of a newbie at this. Hopefully I'll get better.