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Title: Lady Christina Weston
Description: [marcheford] [under construction]


Lady Christina Weston - January 2, 2008 07:03 AM (GMT)
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Name: Lady Christina Weston
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Class: Courtier
Physical Description:
Christina has always told by those close to her family that she is has an extreme likeness to her mother; however, she cannot confirm this for herself, seeing as how the only real image of her mother that she has is an old portrait that her father had commissioned when the two were first married. But the artist had a "unique style" as her father put it, which she knew really meant that he had not wished to commission a more experienced and expensive painter. But still, Christina found beauty in the portrait of the woman with deep auburn hair and dark green eyes. Christina herself has that same long, dark chocolately-brown hair that shines with rich red, especially when under the sun's light. She stands at about five-foot-six, with a slender form and pale, glowing skin. She also has her mother's eyes, the gold-flaked green that her father says first attracked him to his wife.

Native Duchy: Marcheford
History: Christina's first memory is one with her mother, when she was just a young tot. The memory is broken, faded, and blurred, and Christina cannot make out heavy details, like her mother's face or the embroidery of her dress. But the details of her feelings during that occasion are exceptionally clear. She remembers the comfort she took from the smell of the lavender and daffodils as she and her mother walked through a field of blossoms, hand in hand. She remembers the way she smiled up with admiration as her mother hummed an old tune, then her excitement as she began to skip, and then run.

Parents:
- Father: Lord Arthur Weston [45]
- Mother: Lady Jocelyn Weston [deceased]
Siblings:
- Twin Brother: Lord Daniel Weston [19]
- Younger Sister: Lady Ellen Weston [16]

Personality:

Items:
- 1 sewing kit, for embroidery work
- 2 sets of clothing: Color appropriate to your rank; no jewels, no fur nothing too fancy. This includes a hood (or wire hair net), slippers, fan, and gloves.
- One nightdress; silk, light embroidery
- One silver chain
- One personal item: a large, clumsy, old diary written by her grandfather, Lord Joseph Weston; documents his world travels in extreme detail
- 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), etc. You can just assume that you have anything you need to stay clean and well-groomed.
- The ability to sing very well.
- Other ability: can paint extremely well; prefers painting landscapes and horses.
- One song bird, named Rielle.

Roleplay Sample: [taken from my own RPG; my character, Jade]
QUOTE
Jade sat a little ways from the edge of the ocean, perched on top of a boulder in the middle of the sand. Occasionally she glanced behind her, but she saw no one. The only living things besides her were all the way back in town, up in the mountain a little ways from the beach.

Running a hand through her ebony hair, Jade pulled out a cloth dampened in sea water and began cleaning a dagger at her lap. The engraved blade was caked in a dark green substance, which Jade knew to be blood. Earlier in the day, she had woken to find a hideous monster in her room, which had just been about to attack her. Several lacerations and bruises later, an annoyed Jade had thrown the beast’s body from her balcony, which extended slightly over the side of an edge of the cliff and watched it fall to the rocks below.

Jade frowned slightly as she thought about the event. Had the monster come specifically for her, or was it just causing random trouble? If it was there for her, then who had sent it? It could have been her great-uncle or grandparents, but she wasn’t entirely sure if they wanted her dead—which the monster obviously had. It was unlikely and likely at the same time that they had sent it. She was their last heir to the line, and yet she wasn’t like them, wasn’t evil. The other option, besides deranged family, was someone from Waefae’s clan trying to get rid of her—a more than likely possibility.

Suddenly thinking of the town she was in, Jade decided the monster must have been random. After all, it was extremely hard, nearly impossible, to track someone underneath the thick layer of magic that cloaked the town. So many magical artifacts were here, that all their auras mixed and flowed, so that one could feel the magic by just walking down the street.

That was part of the reason Jade was here at the ocean. If there was such thing as a magical overdose, then Jade surely had it. She could barely breath in that town. But out by the ocean, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks, Jade was completely relaxed… or at least as relaxed as possible. But Jade was always alert. In this new world, one had to be. The new sides had created new tensions, and Jade was sure that there was war in the future. She knew she would side with the Queen and fight for good, but she still was nervous of evil temptations. She and her father were the first non-evil members of the family—what if she would be tempted too easily to switch to the dark side? She’d never do it willingly… but what if she couldn’t help being turned?

Slightly troubled, the young woman went back to cleaning her blade.


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