Character profiles: Something grim this way comes

[~[aureae lachrymae]~]

Name: Officially? Her Royal Majesty, Makaelene Tir'Detryn, Queen and ruler of the Pearle Kingdom. To her friends/intimates? Kaelene.

Age: 34

Race: Human

Description: Tall, stunning. Her eyes are so pale a shade of blue as to seem almost like those of a blind woman. Her skin is ivory with a blush of life in it. Her hair falls in a blue-black curtain, streaked with silver-white hairs that have crept into her locks as she grows older. She has long, delicate fingers and a surety of self that lends an almost arrogant appearance to all she does. She carries herself with the utmost grace of manner, even in anger or distress. In essence, she is the exact picture of what a royal Queen of the Pearle Kingdom should be....

Weapons: Silver blades that are easily unsheathed from the silver 'sticks' almost always found in her hair and a few poisoned throwing needles. The only other weapon would be a seemingly decorative, very finely woven chain that intertwines her locks.

Special Abilities: Shadow form (the ability to melt into the shadows for either flight or stealth), foretelling.

Bio: Born the first daughter of the royal family of Pearle, she had the fortune of being born in the thirteenth moon, on the last night of the cycle, when no moon shone in the sky. The called her Shadow-Kissed, and as a result she was whisked away that very night to the temple, to be blessed by the god, Lumos. With his blessing came her special abilities, the title of part elemental and the gift of longer life.

Kaelene had a difficult childhood full of training both at the palace and the temple. Her parents loved her, but never really cared for her. She grew up cold, sure, heartless. All the things a good queen should be.

When she was of age, a marriage was arranged for her to a man whom she truly loved. But shortly after the ceremony, tragedy struck and he died at the wedding feast, poisoned before all rites could be completed. Ever since, she has shunned the idea of ever placing someone else in a position of such peril as the regent of her kingdom. It has been hard for her, but she was raised to be cold to all emotions, no matter how fiercely they might threaten to overtake her.

Personality: i think this is somewhat evident by all previously written descriptions; you can find out more as the rp goes on...

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Name: Bemrise

Age: 25

Race: Human

Description: A non-descript woman of no noble blood. She is a quiet woman, normally; her job being to listen more often than not. She has straw-colored hair, soft and wavy. Her eyes are a dull gray color and her clothes are about the same hue. She carries more scrolls than most people think she needs and she's not a warrior. She has some healing abilities and a moderate grasp on illusionary magic. There's nothing to set this woman apart from the thousands of other plainly clothed women in the country; save the very small circlet that is almost lost in her hair, with only the barest thread of silver hinting at it's existence at all on her forehead.

Weapons: None.

Special Abilities: Healing abilities, illusionary magic.

Bio: The daughter of a now-dead priestess of the Temple, she was raised to be a secretary for the Queen's court and assumed this appointment at the very young age of fifteen. Through nothing more or less spectacular than diligence and attention to detail, the girl was moved higher and higher up the ranks of Her Royal Majesty's administrative support staff. After maintaining the constant level of dependability and commitment she'd always had, she was amazingly recommended to Her Majesty as someone possibly suitable for diplomatic missions. That was five years ago and in that time she has become very well known to the Queen. She is now one of her most trusted diplomats and that is the reason she has been chosen to represent the Palace in this newest excursion to Houka.

Personality: Quiet, smart, stoic in the face of most stressful situations. She'll open up in time, but for the most part she tries to keep to herself and study any pertinent facts to what she's doing at the moment. She's not really the excitable type, but that doesn't mean she's devoid of all feeling or anything; she's just of a more solid personality.

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Name: Kernyel Tempestas

Age: Looks 21

Race: Elemental, appears human

Description: Kerynel is a very average looking woman with unusual abilities. She is neither beautiful, nor alluring either in personality or appearance. She has brown hair that shines like a penny in the sun and hazel eyes that shift from time to time. She wears the same plain-cut style of dress everywhere she goes, though sometimes in varying shades. Ankle-length, long sleeves, somewhat fitted, but not at all an accentuating piece and a wide, brown belt with a bit of tooling. Her hair is taken back in a simple braid or knot, with a delicate-looking piece of bronze work. For all her ordinary clothing, she hides gold underneath; she loves jewelry. Two armbands embrace her upper arms and two modest gold cuffs can be seen peeking out from her sleeves sometimes. Her ears have multiple piercings and gold rings and her ankles both bear a chain. Her most prized possession (sp?) is suspended on a gold chain around her neck and falls beneath the neckline of her dress. It was a gift. She wears soft brown boots and carries a leather bag.

Weapons: Wooden staff with bronze reinforcements and a few jewels; one gray orb at the top. Throwing knives in abundance and two largish daggers that lay at the small of her back, sheathed on her belt.

special abilities: She is an excellent marksman. She has the ability to control the weather with an increasing amount of authority (lightning, fog, rain, wind, temperature, etc). She has a small knowledge of herbs; enough to tend to average wounds.

Bio: Kernyel was born in a small house on the edge of the sea, far from the ravages of war and strife the rest of the world had to endure. Her mother and father were kind and contented and brought her up in love and instruction. She was schooled by her mother from a very young age in the manipulation of the weather and by her father of the intricacies of combat. She learned to mix potions along with all the typical knowledge of how to run a home. She has one brother, Talek, who (as far as she knows) still lives in the modest little house they were raised in. Her childhood was ideal.

One day, as she approached adulthood, her parents took their children and went on the beach to have a huge meal and play in the waves for hours. Her mother held her particularly close and her father kept looking between his children. She was unbelievably happy and overwhelmingly content. However, as night fell, her parents rose from their places, kissed both of their children and chanted a blessing over them before receding slowly, eyes facing the land, into the ocean right before the eyes of their children. Kerynel thought this was a game and she laughed and clapped her hands, thinking they would do something spectacular. It was only after they failed to break the surface of the water again that the truth of what they had done dawned on her. She was devastated.

She mourned for a while and then she herself felt the need to move on. So, she took up her things and has wandered the world, living off the land and learning where she can. Her parents left thirteen years ago and she carries a glass drop on a chain that contains ocean water. A special creation her mother made on their last day together.

Now something is calling her. A wound presses heavy on her heart. She does not know what it is or where it comes from, only that she is led by the promptings of this feeling.

Personality: Kernyel would like to be kind and personable. She isn't. She's impatient and irritable and likes to take over things. She can be quiet and then quite bossy. She can be compassionate, on a whim; but she is also known to be heartless. Her moods change like the weather and no one yet has been able to withstand her erratic behavior.

((Oy, there she be! Hope you enjoy her.))