OOC Name: Misko.
Desired Character: Kindred heart.
Character's Name: Antares Emmon.
Character's Personality:
Filled with want; she is not the forsaken, jagged shoreline, but the undertow that bears the hapless towards it—unpolished, unmanned. Perhaps, better spoken a lonely mountain. Bidden less by impulse than defined thought. She is generous, however at times clumsy in her attempts to give. Too much of herself; with equitability within mind. It has made her a palatable leader; with her eagerness to please. She is a brooding thing, because of it. She has little time to suffer second-guesses and doubt, and yet it still hangs heavy upon her shoulders. A serious individual, she had long before abandoned whim and gave herself to introspection and politic.
Therein still lies habits of being incredibly haphazard, and unguided. There is little rhyme or reason behind the reach of her discriminations. Each slight against her met with varying regard and action. Most of her decisions is bent by whim of the moment. Yet, tyrannous wrath is steeped in the marrow, and it lies in the withering emerald of her dark stare (eyes like a hunger pain, wretched and writhing). Mostly unforgiving of slight or folly. Brutish in the delivery of retribution, diplomacy at times escapes her. Not one for the paltry spread of chatter, but action. Her words are oft commanding, an illustration of her inaptitude for being a kept creature. A fervent thing, she breathes ardor and her words carry might.
Caught in reservation, she can be seen as independent creature, she is ever prideful. Bravado lingers in the downturned corners of her mouth, in the glint of her stare. Aloof – she cares not for popularity, and often languishes in the company of a crowd; preferring quieter and private exchange of words. Even in her youth, she could be described as a sullen child in public gatherings. It is worth noting that violence is against her nature. Aggression carries only in the heft of her words and political schemes of the mind; not in taking up a blade –though there comes no fear in meeting necessity. A studious and industrious queen, she takes to tasks beyond her comfort with relish. It is, after all, her duty to do so.
Role-play Sample:
Antares had rose with the sun – a common happenstance, for those who were aware of their Queen’s habits. It had been a sleepless night, but the twilit matriarch was never one to break habit. She rose from the cavernous hall she’d long before chosen to haunt, and stepped out into the cool dawn. Immediately, the stark air greeted the supple flesh of her mouth, nipping at the tenderness of her nose and ears. Its familiar embrace elicited a rare smile from her stony lips, marking the very relief that bloomed in her heart. Warmth – that was precisely the feeling that emanated from within, as though the rosy glow of early morn was there at her whim. There, if only, to chase the shadows of nightmare from a beclouded mind. As the gild of the sun began to devour what was left of night, sleep dropped from her weary eyes.
Alert, and keen: she was ready to meet duty as heavy as her bones felt. They were robbed of their slumber, and her body yearned to retreat back into the cool, darkness of her hearth. Immediately, thoughts of the day spread before her – the borders beckoned, her child required education, kin would need attention. The dream, however, the very same that had her so rattled, haunted the glow of wakefulness. It harried at the edges of her mind, and darkness worked to befall her heart. A dark hound, it would follow each step she took in her descent into more common areas for gathering. It held her, tightly at the throat – as though one misstep would slake its thirst and demand for discord.
She never sought the company of others, though in that moment found herself distinctly yearning for it. A distraction from this ill host of grim – that was what she’d need. It was quick, the decision and though filled with art and grace, she moved quickly to see if luck was on her side; quickly, to join the first face Antares could cross and with great hope it would be what the heart needed.
Desired Character: Kindred heart.
Character's Name: Antares Emmon.
Character's Personality:
Filled with want; she is not the forsaken, jagged shoreline, but the undertow that bears the hapless towards it—unpolished, unmanned. Perhaps, better spoken a lonely mountain. Bidden less by impulse than defined thought. She is generous, however at times clumsy in her attempts to give. Too much of herself; with equitability within mind. It has made her a palatable leader; with her eagerness to please. She is a brooding thing, because of it. She has little time to suffer second-guesses and doubt, and yet it still hangs heavy upon her shoulders. A serious individual, she had long before abandoned whim and gave herself to introspection and politic.
Therein still lies habits of being incredibly haphazard, and unguided. There is little rhyme or reason behind the reach of her discriminations. Each slight against her met with varying regard and action. Most of her decisions is bent by whim of the moment. Yet, tyrannous wrath is steeped in the marrow, and it lies in the withering emerald of her dark stare (eyes like a hunger pain, wretched and writhing). Mostly unforgiving of slight or folly. Brutish in the delivery of retribution, diplomacy at times escapes her. Not one for the paltry spread of chatter, but action. Her words are oft commanding, an illustration of her inaptitude for being a kept creature. A fervent thing, she breathes ardor and her words carry might.
Caught in reservation, she can be seen as independent creature, she is ever prideful. Bravado lingers in the downturned corners of her mouth, in the glint of her stare. Aloof – she cares not for popularity, and often languishes in the company of a crowd; preferring quieter and private exchange of words. Even in her youth, she could be described as a sullen child in public gatherings. It is worth noting that violence is against her nature. Aggression carries only in the heft of her words and political schemes of the mind; not in taking up a blade –though there comes no fear in meeting necessity. A studious and industrious queen, she takes to tasks beyond her comfort with relish. It is, after all, her duty to do so.
Role-play Sample:
Antares had rose with the sun – a common happenstance, for those who were aware of their Queen’s habits. It had been a sleepless night, but the twilit matriarch was never one to break habit. She rose from the cavernous hall she’d long before chosen to haunt, and stepped out into the cool dawn. Immediately, the stark air greeted the supple flesh of her mouth, nipping at the tenderness of her nose and ears. Its familiar embrace elicited a rare smile from her stony lips, marking the very relief that bloomed in her heart. Warmth – that was precisely the feeling that emanated from within, as though the rosy glow of early morn was there at her whim. There, if only, to chase the shadows of nightmare from a beclouded mind. As the gild of the sun began to devour what was left of night, sleep dropped from her weary eyes.
Alert, and keen: she was ready to meet duty as heavy as her bones felt. They were robbed of their slumber, and her body yearned to retreat back into the cool, darkness of her hearth. Immediately, thoughts of the day spread before her – the borders beckoned, her child required education, kin would need attention. The dream, however, the very same that had her so rattled, haunted the glow of wakefulness. It harried at the edges of her mind, and darkness worked to befall her heart. A dark hound, it would follow each step she took in her descent into more common areas for gathering. It held her, tightly at the throat – as though one misstep would slake its thirst and demand for discord.
She never sought the company of others, though in that moment found herself distinctly yearning for it. A distraction from this ill host of grim – that was what she’d need. It was quick, the decision and though filled with art and grace, she moved quickly to see if luck was on her side; quickly, to join the first face Antares could cross and with great hope it would be what the heart needed.