eclecticwitch

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

The first guy kinda reminds me of Edmund from the Mansfield Park movie. and that guy became a vicar... sooo, my perception is a bit colored.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

@Avanhelsing I personally enjoy the second one!

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

@Congee - Ha, no worries! I just made an assumption and ran with it. Also, I hope her having dwarfism (proportionally speaking still the same) is okay!

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

I wasn't quite sure on cultural stuff, so I went for a mix of Arabia and India. Let me know if there is something I should fix!!

Princess Pari

Name:
Vanya Parinaaz Myra
Called:
Pari
Title/Occupation:
The First Princess of the Third Consort Saanvi
Nationality:
Usamolia
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

The first thing, which would be the biggest difference between herself and her siblings, is that while they are towering and elven - she is small and fey-like. (She stands at about 4'11" due to a genetic disorder in Saanvi's family.) In all other aspects, she appears as the rest of her people should. Her skin is bronzed, her hair thick and wavy and dark. She has the slender hands which can speak stories as they move. Her eyes, on a well structured and high boned face, are almond shaped and the golden brown of burnt honey. Her clothing comes in a wide range of styles and colors, never settling for just one type or color.

Interests:

She is wild. She would rather spend a day flitting about the garden, running barefoot through grass fields, falconry, and riding horses than spend another day doing needlepoint and making small talk at court. She loves to feel the wind in her hair and the dirt between her toes. Dancing around a fire, drinking, and carnal delights are her preferred form of celebration. Climbing trees and getting dirty are second nature to her. Her existence was never well watched, save by her mother who did not mind her gathering all the skills she could, which allowed her to grow as a woman of the earth.

However, it is not to be said that she dislikes all aspects of court and learning. She is a skilled mathematician, running numbers through her head quickly and accurately. She can dance in the proper way of the world as well as the traditional dances of her people and recite poetry with guarded, but deep emotion. Pari can speak and charm in the royal style expected of her, though she may find it droll. Pari is not one to read fiction and prefers novels discussing the lives of past heroes and kings. She also has a keen interest in politics and the careful way one must step in such a dangerous atmosphere. It is like dancing with a wolf or charming a viper.

Personality:

Pari is a vivacious and outgoing individual. When it comes to those she knows well she will speak her mind, but knows better than to act out in any sort of court setting. She has strong opinions and a strong sense of self-control to go with them. She understands her place and knows how to slip little snakes here and there to make her ideas seem like someone else's. While she may smile, and flirt, and act as the silly daughter of the king she is not a fool. She listens and is more than willing to use any information to strike out against those who would be her enemy. Or to give support to those she deems worthy of her friendship. When to feed honey and when to twist the knife.

Outside of a court setting she is more relaxed and may behave somewhat childlike. She has a grand wonder of the world and each day is a new experience. Pari laughs easily, loves dancing, and can be found planting alongside the gardeners. She wishes to know many things, feel many emotions, and to visit every part of the world. Despite her twenty-one years, one might think she had not lived a single day in the world. Alas, as the tiny sixth child of the King she can expect little more than to be married off for an alliance's sake. She hopes to marry a stupid husband, at least then she could do something more than adorning a man's arm with fancy clothes and pretty smiles.

History:

She was born a cherished child. One of two princesses at this time. Not as valuable as princes, to be sure, but a princess was a grand bargaining chip. However, as she grew it became apparent that she did not gain her height as she should. It became somewhat of a scandal. Had the Third Consort slept outside of the King's chambers? The Fourth Consort began to whisper poisons in the ears of the court. Was Pari another man's daughter? It was during this time, for about two months during Pari's fourth year of life that she was let free to roam the palace as an unwanted and savage child.

However, her mother was clever and would not allow her name to be tarnished. Saanvi was a shrewd woman. She had not spent a night with another man and so it would only be a matter of time before she could figure out a way to prove that her daughter was a legitimate heir. It came in the form of a birthmark. In the flurry of emotions and accusations, it was forgotten that a child of the King often bore the same mark. It existed as a sun-like mark on the lower back. And Pari's was very distinct. Saanvi also took this time to accuse her accuser, the Fourth Consort, of cheating - for her son did not bear the mark.

The Fourth Consort was cast out, leaving a 'bastard' son behind. He was 10 years older than Pari at the time (14). He would never be more than perhaps a guard to one of his brothers or sisters. He and Pari became close and he indulged her wildness - teaching her how to hunt with the falcon and to ride horses like a man. For Pari was not much better than he, treated lowly due to her small stature. An oddity to be shown off but never taken seriously. But her mother helped her develop a sharp mind. No child of Saanvi would settle for second best. She was determined her girl would excel in all aspects of life. Even going so far as to feed her daughter low doses of poisons to build up an immunity. And though Pari found it boring, and the nights she would be sick horrible, she appreciated that her mother hoped to protect her and give her the skills she needed to live her life among vipers.

EDIT: ooof, a lot happened while I was writing!!!

Affairs of the Court | a choice of romance rp

Oooooh, I am quite interested!!! ~

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

All the Bea posts obviously.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Just as she suspected there might be, the Court had much doubt. She did not blame them. When was the last time any of the lands, including her own, and provided a bountiful harvest? It was extremely frustrating as a Queen to see her people and her lands in such a state. While she loved her mother, she also cursed her irresponsibility. Fatima rubbed a hand over her tired brow. "Of course. All people are welcome here and we shall do our best to protect and nourish them." It was a whispered statement, one that hinted at the knowledge that too many could mean their downfall. But Fatima could not bear to see the look on a battered and starving child's face if there was something she could do to help them.

"I know my lands are not ideal. It will take much work." She laid her hands on her lap and grasped them tightly together. Her knuckles turned white and her nails bit into the backs of her palms. "I will use what money I have and will dress the beggar to work in the fields myself if it means that my people should survive one more day." The tone was bitter and defeated. "It would not be the first time I have bled for the lands or gone hungry." She wondered sometimes if they forgot that she had also been through similar hardships when she had run away for those fifty years. There were whip marks on her own back, and scars on her hands from having never used farm equipment before. She had shared in the tears of both the Blood and the landen. Then, how could they forget? She was sure she had worried them during that time.

She lifted tired eyes in shock when Jassen mentioned the tangled web. Her entire body stiffened and she felt the cool caution that filled the room. Yes. The tangled web. She had heard rumors of witches who could weave and read it. Something so terrifying could be of extreme use to them now. And she had an idea of someone she might speak to in order to get close to such a woman.

Fatima rose from her seat and approached the drunk. A slender hand touched his cheek and lifted his face so she could look into his bloodshot eyes. "Jassen, my darling," she murmured, her face a concerned frown. "I beg that you never speak those words in the open again." She stroked the cheek gently before moving toward her original place at the front of the room.

"I think, perhaps I should travel at least once more." She folded bleeding hands in front of her as she looked upon her court with an expression she hoped was queenly certainty. "Just once more. Durik, you are in charge of choosing two to accompany me on this trip. I hope it should take no more than a couple of weeks. You and Garren will be in charge of implementing some of the things we have discussed. I have complete faith that you will know what information will be useful. You also have my leave to use what is necessary from my coffers to ensure this can be done properly. I leave you all, much more knowledgeable on these things, to continue this discussion. I will make preparations for my journey." She inclined her head slightly and then swept from the room before they could tell her such a trip was ill-advised.

This she knew. But not going on this trip would be worse. As much as Fatima loved to travel, she promised herself it would be the last time she would leave her land until she got it operating in all of the ways she saw fit. It was not as if she would need much for it. Perhaps a handful of coin, her old, tattered clothes, and her tent for sleeping out under the stars. She was practiced in staying under the radar. Fatima would do anything for her people.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Suddenly he was gone. No help offered after the ordeal she had been through. She frowned at the empty space above her and cried. Idiot. Leaving her to fend for herself in a land she did not know. She allowed herself some hours of rest, leaning against the tree and snoozing. When her energy returned she began to wander the forest again but with much less panic. For now, it seemed to be her domain.

Thank goodness she had been invited to hunting with her family. That the sort of shows they had enjoyed were something of survival. She prayed a small thank you to Bear Grills and Steve Irwin as she built a lean-to against some trees. The false sun was beginning to fade as she created a fire to help keep her warm through the night. There was no telling what the aliens had planned for her.

The only thing she could say for certain there was no way she would drink her own piss. The stream she had found was likely to have clean water, considering what she assumed was her own value. She drank freely from the cool water and managed to noodle a fish to cook. She ate of the meat of a being she did not recognize but enjoyed the familiar flavor of smoked fish over flame. She had been in a predicament such as this before though not as dire. Left to her own devices she felt more confident with each hour.

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She had managed to sleep soundly through the night. She had slept beneath her lean-to and the fire's warmth was trapped beneath the sticks and leaves from its close proximity. As the "sun" rose she stretched and found that she had caught a squirrel-like creature in a trap. She mourned its death but was delighted to eat the red meat it offered her. She could live here. Willa's knowledge of nature made sure of that. She wondered if a city girl would have the same luck as she pulled the meat from squirrel haunch with her teeth.

Stranger in a Strange Land

The sting turned to calming cool. She hugged the trunk as she trembled. It felt, in a way, lovely. With each new sensation, the broken skin closed. She didn't want to look at what he was doing. She'd really had enough. "I want to go home," she whispered to the tree. The tree, of course, did not reply. Too soon the gentle hands on her feet and the calm, cooling sensation was gone. She lifted her dirty face and looked down at him as the comfort of clothing hid her vulnerable areas.

She did not fight as they came down the tree. She didn't understand what he said but she was too tired to care. this day had been too much and she wanted to go to sleep. Her body was far too fatigued to do much else but stand and lean against the rough bark. His towering figure blocked the light from the false sun and she turned tired, tear-swollen eyes up to him. She nibbled her lower lip. What mattered to him her name? She was just a piece of entertainment, wasn't she? Finally, she sighed and replied in a tone relaying defeat, "I am Wilhelmina. Most people just call me Willa. Can we..." She slid down the trunk so she sat, shivering on the ground. "I just want to lay down. Please." She buried her faced against her knees and hugged them close to her chest.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Erklings25 hope you like your welcome back~