Filthy Mudblood

Starkissed

@Mae I'm happy to confirm as long as no one has any issues with those relations :)

Starkissed

@Mae My player's choice is friend, please. I'd like to confirm from that.

Starkissed

@Mae Yay! I'd like 3 relationships please, and could I veto acquaintances? <3

Starkissed

Valerie / Darya / Goddess of Laughter, Chaos and Confusion

⍚ Valerie; the strong and the blessed ⥥ 20 ⥥ female ⥥ heterosexual ⍚

"nothing's worth anything to dead men."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

A small girl, standing at a mere 5'4", with angelic features and doe-like eyes. Despite her harmless appearance, Valerie holds an air of challenge to her that has the brash cockiness that normally only a man could pull off in this day and age. Her azure eyes are fiery and intelligent - always moving, analysing and judging. Her porcelain skin would be unblemished if it were not for the scar running down her right cheek, obtained after being too cocky with a knife, which narrowly missed her eye by an inch or two. A slender, toned physique that is no stranger to exertion - it is surprising to find a good amount of muscle underneath the soft flesh of her arms and legs. A shock of white-blonde hair tends to be held back out of her face, as it is too thick and long to be let loose in battle.

The Mark of her curse is noticeable when not covered. A series of black symbols travelling down the nape of her neck in a neat line, a few degrees cooler that of the rest of her skin. They are slightly raised, almost like scars, and are usually concealed by her hair or her hood. When Valerie tests her abiltiies, further marks will appear on her skin in neat rows almost like some sort of text. As they first show up, they will appear to be smiliar to that of frostbite scars before slowly and painfully healing to form the ink-link patterns. As the Mark consumes her, she will most likely die of hypothermia as her vital organs will be too cold to properly function underneath the cooling sensation of the Curse.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

A spirited soul, to say the least. Valerie loves to surprise people with her strength and skill. Forgetting the fact that she's 5'4" and faerie-like in her beauty, she also happens to be female - which is the source of much judgement towards her in the first place. Her fiery nature is apparent upon first encounter, as she is a firm believer in the significance of first impressions, and, most of the time, what you see is what you get. She rarely shows fear, or any kind of weakness, really (which will most likely be the death of her) and brash attitude can seem almost bloodthirsty at times, so much so that you could almost think she was looking for a fight.

Valerie has an unexpectedly tender side to her; underneath all of the sharp quips and arrogant remarks. Truth be told, she happens to be a hopeless romantic. Although she may seem pessimistic a lot of the time, there is a part of Valerie that trusts in fate and karma and whatnot. Another softer aspect of Valerie is her sense of humour. She takes pride in making others laugh, often resorting to jokes or blunt statements to lighten the mood. This also brings to light her laugh - which is possibly the most unpredictable thing about her. It is a sound of true colour, and tends to shock people that hear it. It is so pure and genuine in comparison to her character, that it certainly has the power to change one's perception of Valerie completely.

That being said, while Valerie is a relatively sociable soul - she is foremost an independent girl. She finds it far more peaceful and efficient to work alone, so may show distaste towards having to share a task with someone else. She likes to do things in her own messy way, and, although it may seem like chaos, most of the time it turns out to be a work of art.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

With a mother of the Longear Tribe and a father of the Wolfrahg clan, Valerie was born with both beauty and ferocity. Her parents stuck to a life of travel, and they would often sleep under the stars rather than the usual tribe tents. Valerie herself grew to be a somewhat lonely child, much to her mother's dismay, and she would often sneak into nearby clan territory just to catch a glimpse of the other children. The majority of her childhood was spent in the shadows - watching from a distance. She did not dislike her parents for it, as they told her many times the story of how they had left behind their old ways to start a new life together, but she would still yearn to be a part of a tribe - to have a proper family.

Her parents' death was like a blow to the heart; swift and painful. Her mother had been forraging for food when a masked fiend struck her down with an arrow to the throat, resulting in her choking to death. Valerie's father, overcome by grief, led his daughter to the outskirts of the Wolfrahg territory and told her to stay there. He never came back.

Valerie, at first, was looked at with suspicion and distaste. The mysterious little girl at the edge of the woods. The Wolfrhag clan had recently noticed a spike in the number of creatures in the area, so, being the supersticious lot they were, were perhaps being a little too cautious of the fourteen year old. It wasn't until a curious youngster approached her and began stroking her wolfskin hood without a care in the world that the tribe recognised her as being one of them. After a lot of discussion, and one or two heated debates about whether she was a demon or not, Valerie was welcomed into the tribe with fierce affection that reminded her of her father. Her brash, outspoken side started to peek through as she trained and hunted and trained some more. A good chunk of her time was spent around men rather than women, and, although she received some grief for being a woman herself, she handled things on her own perfectly well. She is now one of the lead scouts of the Wolfrahg clan, and her being a newcomer is now no longer even a shadow at the back of her mind. She still remembers and mourns her mother and father, yes, but there was a reason as to why she was sent here - she's sure of it.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Darya, the illusion ⥥ Goddess of Chaos, Laughter and Confusion ⥥ Female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚

<EXCERPT FROM GOD LEGEND>

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

It is surprising to most, at first glance, that Darya is not a Dark Goddess. Her hair is a deep violet colour, typically bundled into a messy updo and decorated with an assortment of feathers, tribal jewellery, and an abundance of apparently permanent glitter.

Her irises are a fathomless ink black - ever shifting and unreadable. She has an array of tattoos across her body, most of which reflect a significant circumstance in her life. Her height is never the same for long, as is the way her voice sounds. One minute its soft as silk, the next it is as violent as the clashing of thunder. Her figure is lithe and graceful, shrouded in a deep midnight cloak that twinkles softly with bells of laughter every time she moves.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

- A beautiful laugh
- Tricks and pranks
- Speaking in riddles
- Weaving false tales
- Is represented by a single bat.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

Darya came into existence upon the first peak of laughter uttered by mankind. From then on, she has been in the essence of every giggle, chuckle or snicker. Her job, at first, was a simple one: to be the lightening of a mood, the ease of tension, the humour in a dark story. Of course, as the mortal population grew, so too did their conflicts. Soon, there was no laughter - no joy. Just war and grief.

It was then that Darya discovered the art of veiling. He was able to detach mortals from reality with a mist in a sort of daze, where instead of anger and bloodlust and hurt, they felt...lost. She named this confusion. Her job became far more difficult after that - sprinkling the most of chaos and confusion to protect her beloved mortals from each other and to allow them to keep on laughing.

Before the first encounter with her Starkissed, Darya was forgetful, single-minded and...well, a little eccentric. Most of the other Gods would avoid her for this reason, seeing her only as an insignificant child God of some minor skill. If only they knew of how she kept the world in order. It did not make her bitter, but she was saddened by the loneliness. Many a time would be try to befriend some poor mortal, but with a single touch from her, their minds would crumble into incomprehensible thoughts. Later, this would be named Dementia. Darya had heard of the other Gods finding a partner, a soulmate that they protected as if they were more valuable than themselves, but she had never once believed that she would find one herself. When she did, though, mortals all over their world found themselves laughing more and enjoying their chaotic ways of living far more than they did before.

Her curse was thrust upon her one night as she was waiting to meet her Starkissed as she usually did. It came disguised as a small silver bag - not unlike her own, which contained her veil powder. When she opened the bag, however, the last thing she saw was dark trendles of smoke snaking around her immortal body before everything went black. An immeasurable time of darkness passed until she woke up as Valerie, with no recollection of her former glory.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Intimidating Valerie, although being a woman, can seem a tad overbearing to begin with. This tends to unnerve others, as her brash unpredictability can be seen as both alluring and dangerous.
• Intelligent Depsite the fact that it may seem as if Valerie has a warrior's mindset of 'kill this, eat that', she is actually surprisingly articulate. No, she certainly isn't one of the brightest stars in the sky - bury she is far more clever than others tend to give her credit for.
• Judge of character it may be the fact that Valerie was the Goddess of Confusion, so can see past lies and deception, or it may just be her ability to see the good in almost everyone, but Valerie finds herself particularly skilled at seeing the true intentions of those she meets.

• Hiding Valerie just so happens to be pretty good at staying undetected. After a childhood spent lurking in the shadows, she knows more about blending into the background that your average person.
• Axe-wielding not your most lady-like choice of weapon, for sure but it definitely can do a lot of damage in Valerie's hands. Her axe becomes an extension of her arm when she fights, which is not something to underestimate.
• Dodging due to her lacking in height, Valerie finds moving around her opponent far easier than if she was a huge mass of muscle. She likes to make her moves in one fluid dance, always being one step ahaead.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Clear-mindedness: Weakest Ability
The Goddess of Confusion, confused? That just doesn't make sense.

Revealing tricks and lies: Darya has the ability to know when she is being deceived. Purposeful lies call out to her, and she can spot them as if they were obvious in the first place. This power does have loopholes, however, and certain ways of saying things can get past her.

True intent: A development from discovering falsehood, Darya can see one's true intentions of their actions. She must watch firsthand these actions before discovering their purpose, though.

Lucidity control: Darya can sense and manipulate the coherence/lucidity of herself, people, animals and other creatures by channeling lucidity, meaning she can alter the clarity in which others think. This links into the fact that when she is her immortal self, Darya cannot touch a mortal without jumbling their brain a little.

Fun: Moderate Ability
A day without laughter is a day wasted, don't you think?

Laughter inducement: Darya can induce laughter into others with a snap of her fingers. This power can also distract enemies long enough for her to kill them, recruit them in being an ally of comedy, or just escape. This power can reach the point where the enemy ends up on the ground helpless with uncontrollable laughter - however, strong pain either self-inflicted or otherwise can snap a person out of the effect.

Enjoyment: Darya can manipulate the concept of fun itself and thus affect the enjoyment people are having in particular situations, although these people must be those that she has at least a familiarity with.

Amusement Inhibition: Pretty much the opposite of her enjoyment power, Darya can extinguish any amusement one feels towards a specific action. She cannot stop them from doing it, however she can detach any joy they feel towards the activity.

Confusion: Strongest Ability
Confusion, confuddlement, discombobulation. It's everywhere. In love, in loss, in sadness, and in joy. I'm just the one that controls it.

Misdirection: Darya has the ability to cause people to get lost, lose their way, or forget where they were going in the first place. She must know where they are headed first, however.

Illusion of the Past: Similiar to that of Pan's Delusion of Grandeur, Darya can summon a facade that will fall upon someone and most likely bewilder them. Each facade is different for each person, normally being someone they have lost or care about greatly.

Viel of Confusion: Her signature power as a Goddess, Darya can materialise a fine silver powder that induces extreme confusion and chaos. Upon contact with this powder, ones senses are numbed and their minds are lost to hallucinations, lucid dreams and panic. Darya's lifeforce is primarily drained from the materialisation of the powder, but she still needs one last burst of energy for the distribution of the powder. She can grant immunity to those she does not wish to harm for a short period of time to get out of the powder's range (up to 2km). These effects can last up to a lifetime (depending on the severity, even passed down a generation or two), if the victim is lucky and the effects are temporary, they will be left disoriented and foremost mentally scarred.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

• a plain axe with leather binding and a 'V' carved into the handle, as shown in the picture.
• a collection of rare bird feathers, sometimes used for trading.
• leather headband and gloves, both brown in colour.

[⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: EE82EE

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Starkissed

@Mae apologies for the bad timing haha, but I've finally made the correction! Now Valerie can ruffle some feathers ;D
Also, when it comes to relationships, I'd like to bring over;

Love with Rimguage - who doesn't love a little bit of heartache?
I'm also happy for Raydon to still have a crush, if you're up for that

Acquaintances with Narcissa {@Melo} - duh, bring on the drama!

Ugh, it's hard to remember! But I think that's it <3

Valerie / Darya / Goddess of Laughter, Chaos and Confusion

⍚ Valerie; the strong and the blessed ⥥ 20 ⥥ female ⥥ heterosexual ⍚

"nothing's worth anything to dead men."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

A small girl, standing at a mere 5'4", with angelic features and doe-like eyes. Despite her harmless appearance, Valerie holds an air of challenge to her that has the brash cockiness that normally only a man could pull off in this day and age. Her azure eyes are fiery and intelligent - always moving, analysing and judging. Her porcelain skin would be unblemished if it were not for the scar running down her right cheek, obtained after being too cocky with a knife, which narrowly missed her eye by an inch or two. A slender, toned physique that is no stranger to exertion - it is surprising to find a good amount of muscle underneath the soft flesh of her arms and legs. A shock of white-blonde hair tends to be held back out of her face, as it is too thick and long to be let loose in battle.

The Mark of her curse is noticeable when not covered. A series of black symbols travelling down the nape of her neck in a neat line, a few degrees cooler that of the rest of her skin. They are slightly raised, almost like scars, and are usually concealed by her hair or her hood. When Valerie tests her abiltiies, further marks will appear on her skin in neat rows almost like some sort of text. As they first show up, they will appear to be smiliar to that of frostbite scars before slowly and painfully healing to form the ink-link patterns. As the Mark consumes her, she will most likely die of hypothermia as her vital organs will be too cold to properly function underneath the cooling sensation of the Curse.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

A spirited soul, to say the least. Valerie loves to surprise people with her strength and skill. Forgetting the fact that she's 5'4" and faerie-like in her beauty, she also happens to be female - which is the source of much judgement towards her in the first place. Her fiery nature is apparent upon first encounter, as she is a firm believer in the significance of first impressions, and, most of the time, what you see is what you get. She rarely shows fear, or any kind of weakness, really (which will most likely be the death of her) and brash attitude can seem almost bloodthirsty at times, so much so that you could almost think she was looking for a fight.

Valerie has an unexpectedly tender side to her; underneath all of the sharp quips and arrogant remarks. Truth be told, she happens to be a hopeless romantic. Although she may seem pessimistic a lot of the time, there is a part of Valerie that trusts in fate and karma and whatnot. Another softer aspect of Valerie is her sense of humour. She takes pride in making others laugh, often resorting to jokes or blunt statements to lighten the mood. This also brings to light her laugh - which is possibly the most unpredictable thing about her. It is a sound of true colour, and tends to shock people that hear it. It is so pure and genuine in comparison to her character, that it certainly has the power to change one's perception of Valerie completely.

That being said, while Valerie is a relatively sociable soul - she is foremost an independent girl. She finds it far more peaceful and efficient to work alone, so may show distaste towards having to share a task with someone else. She likes to do things in her own messy way, and, although it may seem like chaos, most of the time it turns out to be a work of art.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

With a mother of the Longear Tribe and a father of the Wolfrahg clan, Valerie was born with both beauty and ferocity. Her parents stuck to a life of travel, and they would often sleep under the stars rather than the usual tribe tents. Valerie herself grew to be a somewhat lonely child, much to her mother's dismay, and she would often sneak into nearby clan territory just to catch a glimpse of the other children. The majority of her childhood was spent in the shadows - watching from a distance. She did not dislike her parents for it, as they told her many times the story of how they had left behind their old ways to start a new life together, but she would still yearn to be a part of a tribe - to have a proper family.

Her parents' death was like a blow to the heart; swift and painful. Her mother had been forraging for food when a masked fiend struck her down with an arrow to the throat, resulting in her choking to death. Valerie's father, overcome by grief, led his daughter to the outskirts of the Wolfrahg territory and told her to stay there. He never came back.

Valerie, at first, was looked at with suspicion and distaste. The mysterious little girl at the edge of the woods. The Wolfrhag clan had recently noticed a spike in the number of creatures in the area, so, being the supersticious lot they were, were perhaps being a little too cautious of the fourteen year old. It wasn't until a curious youngster approached her and began stroking her wolfskin hood without a care in the world that the tribe recognised her as being one of them. After a lot of discussion, and one or two heated debates about whether she was a demon or not, Valerie was welcomed into the tribe with fierce affection that reminded her of her father. Her brash, outspoken side started to peek through as she trained and hunted and trained some more. A good chunk of her time was spent around men rather than women, and, although she received some grief for being a woman herself, she handled things on her own perfectly well. She is now one of the lead scouts of the Wolfrahg clan, and her being a newcomer is now no longer even a shadow at the back of her mind. She still remembers and mourns her mother and father, yes, but there was a reason as to why she was sent here - she's sure of it.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Darya, the illusion ⥥ Goddess of Chaos, Laughter and Confusion ⥥ Female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚

<EXCERPT FROM GOD LEGEND>

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

It is surprising to most, at first glance, that Darya is not a Dark Goddess. Her hair is a deep violet colour, typically bundled into a messy updo and decorated with an assortment of feathers, tribal jewellery, and an abundance of apparently permanent glitter.

Her irises are a fathomless ink black - ever shifting and unreadable. She has an array of tattoos across her body, most of which reflect a significant circumstance in her life. Her height is never the same for long, as is the way her voice sounds. One minute its soft as silk, the next it is as violent as the clashing of thunder. Her figure is lithe and graceful, shrouded in a deep midnight cloak that twinkles softly with bells of laughter every time she moves.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

- A beautiful laugh
- Tricks and pranks
- Speaking in riddles
- Weaving false tales
- Is represented by a single bat.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

Darya came into existence upon the first peak of laughter uttered by mankind. From then on, she has been in the essence of every giggle, chuckle or snicker. Her job, at first, was a simple one: to be the lightening of a mood, the ease of tension, the humour in a dark story. Of course, as the mortal population grew, so too did their conflicts. Soon, there was no laughter - no joy. Just war and grief.

It was then that Darya discovered the art of veiling. He was able to detach mortals from reality with a mist in a sort of daze, where instead of anger and bloodlust and hurt, they felt...lost. She named this confusion. Her job became far more difficult after that - sprinkling the most of chaos and confusion to protect her beloved mortals from each other and to allow them to keep on laughing.

Before the first encounter with her Starkissed, Darya was forgetful, single-minded and...well, a little eccentric. Most of the other Gods would avoid her for this reason, seeing her only as an insignificant child God of some minor skill. If only they knew of how she kept the world in order. It did not make her bitter, but she was saddened by the loneliness. Many a time would be try to befriend some poor mortal, but with a single touch from her, their minds would crumble into incomprehensible thoughts. Later, this would be named Dementia. Darya had heard of the other Gods finding a partner, a soulmate that they protected as if they were more valuable than themselves, but she had never once believed that she would find one herself. When she did, though, mortals all over their world found themselves laughing more and enjoying their chaotic ways of living far more than they did before.

Her curse was thrust upon her one night as she was waiting to meet her Starkissed as she usually did. It came disguised as a small silver bag - not unlike her own, which contained her veil powder. When she opened the bag, however, the last thing she saw was dark trendles of smoke snaking around her immortal body before everything went black. An immeasurable time of darkness passed until she woke up as Valerie, with no recollection of her former glory.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Intimidating Valerie, although being a woman, can seem a tad overbearing to begin with. This tends to unnerve others, as her brash unpredictability can be seen as both alluring and dangerous.
• Intelligent Depsite the fact that it may seem as if Valerie has a warrior's mindset of 'kill this, eat that', she is actually surprisingly articulate. No, she certainly isn't one of the brightest stars in the sky - bury she is far more clever than others tend to give her credit for.
• Judge of character it may be the fact that Valerie was the Goddess of Confusion, so can see past lies and deception, or it may just be her ability to see the good in almost everyone, but Valerie finds herself particularly skilled at seeing the true intentions of those she meets.

• Hiding Valerie just so happens to be pretty good at staying undetected. After a childhood spent lurking in the shadows, she knows more about blending into the background that your average person.
• Axe-wielding not your most lady-like choice of weapon, for sure but it definitely can do a lot of damage in Valerie's hands. Her axe becomes an extension of her arm when she fights, which is not something to underestimate.
• Dodging due to her lacking in height, Valerie finds moving around her opponent far easier than if she was a huge mass of muscle. She likes to make her moves in one fluid dance, always being one step ahaead.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Clear-mindedness: Weakest Ability
The Goddess of Confusion, confused? That just doesn't make sense.

Revealing tricks and lies: Darya has the ability to know when she is being deceived. Purposeful lies call out to her, and she can spot them as if they were obvious in the first place. This power does have loopholes, however, and certain ways of saying things can get past her.

True intent: A development from discovering falsehood, Darya can see one's true intentions of their actions. She must watch firsthand these actions before discovering their purpose, though.

Lucidity control: Darya can sense and manipulate the coherence/lucidity of herself, people, animals and other creatures by channeling lucidity, meaning she can alter the clarity in which others think. This links into the fact that when she is her immortal self, Darya cannot touch a mortal without jumbling their brain a little.

Fun: Moderate Ability
A day without laughter is a day wasted, don't you think?

Laughter inducement: Darya can induce laughter into others with a snap of her fingers. This power can also distract enemies long enough for her to kill them, recruit them in being an ally of comedy, or just escape. This power can reach the point where the enemy ends up on the ground helpless with uncontrollable laughter - however, strong pain either self-inflicted or otherwise can snap a person out of the effect.

Enjoyment: Darya can manipulate the concept of fun itself and thus affect the enjoyment people are having in particular situations, although these people must be those that she has at least a familiarity with.

Amusement Inhibition: Pretty much the opposite of her enjoyment power, Darya can extinguish any amusement one feels towards a specific action. She cannot stop them from doing it, however she can detach any joy they feel towards the activity.

Confusion: Strongest Ability
Confusion, confuddlement, discombobulation. It's everywhere. In love, in loss, in sadness, and in joy. I'm just the one that controls it.

Misdirection: Darya has the ability to cause people to get lost, lose their way, or forget where they were going in the first place. She must know where they are headed first, however.

Illusion of the Past: Similiar to that of Pan's Delusion of Grandeur, Darya can summon a facade that will fall upon someone and most likely bewilder them. Each facade is different for each person, normally being someone they have lost or care about greatly.

Viel of Confusion: Her signature power as a Goddess, Darya can materialise a fine silver powder that induces extreme confusion and chaos. Upon contact with this powder, ones senses are numbed and their minds are lost to hallucinations, lucid dreams and panic. Darya's lifeforce is primarily drained from the materialisation of the powder, but she still needs one last burst of energy for the distribution of the powder. She can grant immunity to those she does not wish to harm for a short period of time to get out of the powder's range (up to 2km). These effects can last up to a lifetime (depending on the severity, even passed down a generation or two), if the victim is lucky and the effects are temporary, they will be left disoriented and foremost mentally scarred.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}

• a plain axe with leather binding and a 'V' carved into the handle, as shown in the picture.
• a collection of rare bird feathers, sometimes used for trading.
• leather headband and gloves, both brown in colour.

[⍚ ] O _{T H E R}

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Colour Code: EE82EE

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@Lionhearted its totally up to you whatever you use - I love the word art you used for her name! If I'm ever stuck on a faceclaim to use, I go to http://sonamhelps.tumblr.com/periodfc, which is helpful enough - but I have a few suggestions;
Annabelle Wallis
Yael Grobglas
Hannah New

Ohh, and I just so happened to stumble across this!

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

To be honest, Lissa would probably just spout a bunch of pretentious bullshit but end up fighting really dirty once the claws come out xD

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

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Location; the kingdom of Abhainn; the Ward family House ↠ the gates
Interacting With; Lady Alice Allaire {@Lionhearted}, King Maddox Auclair {@Scarlet Loup}, & Future Queen Julianna Hardin {@HushedWhispers} (mentioned)

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Lady Amaryllis Ward had reached the kingdom of Abhainn a few hours before the Slibah royals were due to arrive. She had been offered a personal carriage based off of orders from the future queen herself, but she had politely declined - explaining that she would much rather arrive early to greet her family before taking part in the official introduction to the King of Abhainn. This excuse was the truth, of course, which was apparent in the way she was now sitting in an uncomfortable chair in a cold, uncomfortable room and being fussed over uncomfortably by her mother. The real reason she had not wanted to travel with the royals, however, had been the guaranteed insufferable fussing that would take place over her majesty, Julianna Hardin, who was being married off to King Maddox Auclair. And that, she reckoned, she could do without.

The only reason she had bothered to visit her family home was to change into clothes far more suitable than her riding gear, which she had been wearing for two days. Of course, the disadvantages of declining a carriage was the fact that she could no longer take her own carriage to Abhainn - it would be regarded as rude. So instead she had ridden by horse to the kingdom alone - bar from her handmaiden and a few guards - all for the sake of not upsetting the royal family, who were the current subject of her mother's rambling.

"And really I don't see why they should marry off such a young girl to that King for the sake of some treaty, I've always said that we should stick to the old ways and if this ends in disaster I'll be there to say I told you so, you mark my - "

"Mother." Lissa spoke with serene patience as she dealt with the same speech she had heard over and over again. "Her majesty Julianna is the same age as me, so really is not that young. The treaty is written to unite the kingdoms - to stop the war. If anything, it means that I can see you more. So, can you not see the good that will come from it?"

Another hour passed of the same debate, Lissa finally gave up and retired with her handmaiden, Clarice, to her old chambers. The only person she could never win over was her mother. She spared no time for sentiment - her room was just as empty and bare and impersonal as she remembered it. Instead, she quickly changed into one of her favoured dresses - a simple garment, that flattered her figure nicely without drawing too much attention - and let Clarice tend to her hair. Before leaving, she fetched a lace cloak from her old wardrobe, something she hadn't worn in years, and slipped it on. She had no interest in being stared at throughout her short journey to where the royals would be arriving.

So, with the delicate hood of her cloak up and her horse in tow, she left the Ward manor with a brief goodbye to her parents and a series of orders to Clarice and her guards, issuing them to locate her accommodation for the stay and to ready her things before finally finding her.

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There seemed to be quite a crowd forming where the royals were due to arrive, so she remained on the outskirts, with her hood still up, watching with a small smile as some familiar carriages slowed to a halt at the kingdom gates. It was only then that she realised how out of place she would look among the Slibah royals with her horse and her hood she still had to take down. Maybe she should just wait amongst the crowd for the time being?

It was only now that she allowed herself to think about the situation at hand. She knew, from seeing the girl herself and from listening to court gossip, that Julianna was indeed very beautiful. And she seemed nice enough - a little spoiled, but what royal wasn't? - which only increased the distaste Lissa held towards her. It was mainly jealousy, she supposed - the future queen was gorgeous in every way that Lissa wasn't, she was being wed to the one man Amaryllis had ever cared for, and she was getting to be queen.

Amaryllis gave herself a few more seconds of moping before pushing the thoughts away, straightening up a bit more and finally letting her hood fall back to reveal her mass of dark curls woven with an array of tiny white flowers. It was only now that her eyes landed on the one person she had subconsciously been avoiding looking at. King Maddox Auclair.

His familiar features took her back six years. To when everything was simple - when she was a respected Lady in court, popular and pretty, and when he was still a young prince. The two would spend their day going about their courtly duties, growing more restless throughout the afternoon, then he would shoot her that look across the room and they would excuse themselves to spend the night in each other's arms. Lissa supposed that they could have married if it weren't for the treaty, but she didn't like to dwell on the 'if only's. Besides, she doubted he had actually felt anything towards her that was not purely physical. She wondered if he would even recognise her now - she was no longer the bold, flirty girl in court; which was even clear in the way she stood now. Before, she would be on her toes, craning to see what was happening, yet now she merely tilted her head slightly to access a proper view of the scenario playing out.

She would've stared longer if it wasn't for the noise of irritation beside her. Dragging her gaze away from the King, she allowed one dark brow to arch at whoever made the sound. Of course it was her. Lady Alice Allaire, the strong-willed admirer of King Maddox himself. Paying no attention to the fact that the girl was clearly trying to see what was going on as Julianna greeted the king, Lissa greeted the woman with a voice as smooth as silk.

"My, Lady Alice. It has been such a long time." She let her eyes to slide over her once, in a manner that was not unfriendly, before her lips pulled up into a warm smile. Indeed it had been a long time - the two had grown up together in Abhainn alongside the King, yet they had not been close. "You look lovely, as you always did." She gave Alice enough time to hopefully recognise her and return the greeting, before returning her gaze to where everyone else was watching intently.

"It's such a lovely union, don't you think? They suit each other rather well." The words that slipped from her lips couldn't be further from her real opinion, yet she did not let that show. The statement was a test, of sorts, to figure out two things: if this Lady Alice still had feelings for the King as Lissa suspected she did many years ago, and if people still believed that Lady Amaryllis and King Maddox had been lovers once. The woman's response would hopefully resolve those two questions prying at her mind and determine the very nature of her visit to Abhainn.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

@Fabricant451 *gasps* Eva Green is gorgeous. I feel like Lissa would like her a lot.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I can't believe I missed the Game of Thrones chat -- Littlefinger is my problematic fave, but of course I love Jon Snow so Sunday's episode was quite conflicting for me, haha.

@Scarlet Loup

same Littlefinger has always been one of my favourite characters - he's one of those ones that you just love to hate xD _{except I don't hate him it's just the love part really}