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Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Name Marco Ezzeleni
Nickname
Age 20
Birth/Location Italy Palace
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Nephew to the King and Queen of Italy
Time of Birth 8:39 PM
Occupation Being royal?
Favorite Color Blue
Favorite Animal Italian Shepherd
Favorite Flower Tuscany Poppies
Face Claim Tim Bormann
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
(view spoiler)
Light hazel colored eyes, defined face, a smile that's infectious, and dirty blonde hair. This beautifully made boy has everything that would draw a person in and more. He's tall at 6'2, a medium build that makes some women swoon, his olive skin tone is proof of his Italian heritage.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Traits
-Independent
-Charming
-Flirtatious
-Reckless
-Prideful
-Over-protective
Fancies
*Swordmanship
*Festivals
*Family
*Women
*Parties
Forgoes
*Rules
*Boring Affairs
*Getting trapped
*Clingy women
Most young, privileged, boys are trained in some sort of weaponry. Marco had the privilege of being trained in just about every one of them, but his specialty is most definitely the sword. He enjoys it, him and the sword almost blend into being one, and its hard to tell where the sword ends and Marco begins. He trained in Archery for a long time, up until he was 17, but even though he wanted desperately to excel in Archery, he never did, or could. Swords were just the way he was meant to go, he can fight with a staff, mace, bow, or daggers, but he doesn't fight with any of them well. He's kind of clumsy with all of them except the staff, and even that he isn't as skilled as he'd like to be. So practices every week with his sword, alongside the royal guard, preparing himself in case he ever need to go to war for whatever reason. Italy hosts a festival at least once a year. It's full of games, tournaments, exotic foods and drink, varieties of people, along with many different things for the buying. Dancing commences, as well as some lively tunes, traditions are met, and acted out, its all great fun, and lasts for a few days. Marco likes the change that it brings, he enjoys the dancing and odd company, he likes to compete in the tournaments, tournaments that have been around for generations. Of course he loves it also because he gets to show off in front of more people than he usually he gets to, the attention is something he almost craves, and can't seem to help it. He may be a rake, but he is fully committed to his family. When he's not chasing skirts, well Marco is spending quality time with at least one of his family members, even if its an extended one. Marco enjoys building on his relationships with his family, and making sure that each of them know that he loves them and cares for them. He can be a total prankster, comical relief, and instigator, but he can also be the person you need to lend an ear, or earn advice from. Maybe the person you need a hug from, or a slap in the head. Marco has a large extended family that he belongs to, so he knows that it would be easy to get lost in it. Though his adventures have been kept to the palace, well Marco still yearns and enjoys adventure, he has a sense of wanderlust and hasn't been able to satisfy it quite yet. He dreams of slaying great beasts, winning fierce battles, saving damsels in distress, building cities, taking empires, and finding new lands. His family tells him that he's been reading too much fantasy, but Marco knows what he wants, and usually gets what he wants. He fully believes that one day he will have his own grand adventure, one that will be told over and over against through the centuries, because it will make such a mark on the world.
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The first child born to the Queen's sister was Marco, he was born with blonde hair and blue eyes, though they changed as he got older. The little pudge was the apple of his mothers eye, stealing her heart immediately. His father was glad to have a son, as most fathers are, it would mean someone carrying on the family name, carrying on the bloodline. He was nephew to the King and Queen of Italy, something to be proud of for sure. The Queen and King allowed the Queen's sister and her family to live in the palace, which was very gracious. The big Italian family liked to keep everyone close, the Kings sister also lived at the palace. Before Marco was even born there were children in the palace, the Princes and Princesses of Italy. He had a cousin born only a year before him, so growing up he had almost like siblings around him to play with and tag along after. The cousins all grew up together, Giuliana, the Kings sister, was an Auntie to Marco as much as she was to the other children, and she would dote on him like her other nephews. One could never say that Marco didn't know love and affection, he was spoiled beyond measure, and his parents couldn't say no to the little tike. He was five years old when his mother gave birth to another child, his sibling, "". Marco was over the moon about having one of his own siblings, someone he could protect and look over as they grew up together. He knew that he kind of had that with his cousins, but having a sibling was so much more! His mother wasn't the only one still having babies either, his Auntie ended up having seven children in all. The halls were filled with laughter, giggles, and the sounds of little feet running to and fro. The large, loud, Italian family couldn't be happier. Even though he wasn't a prince, Marco still got a lot of the benefits of one, he was tutored beneath the same person as his cousins, and took the same lessons in fencing and other weapons as the princes. Marco was only nine years old the first time he was in a tournament at a festival, it was a fencing tournament, and he won. After that he continued to enter each year, sometimes winning, sometimes not, but its a tradition he enjoys.
Marco was around 12 years old when he earned the titles Rake and Scoundrel, because that was when he started kissing all the girls that came his way. He danced with them too at balls and parties, making a show of himself with them, and giving them fanciful ideas about them being together, just before running off with someone else. The mothers would've been smart to hide their daughters from the young boy, because he was not going to be settling down anytime soon, and he did plan on having as much fun, and get as much experience, as he could while he was still young. Some parents had been looking forward to perhaps their daughters coming to an arranged marriage with the boy when he got older, but after he reached his teenage years, well it was quite obvious that this one would not be the marrying type until much later on in life, if then. One person outside of the family that he became close to growing up, was Aria. The beautiful girl from Illea, niece to the King and Queen, they grew up seeing one another on Summer vacations, or during business trips between their countries, special events, ect. The two became close over the years, having a very special bond. She was the kind of girl that he would watch movies on the couch with, cuddling, and hugging, without any worry of sexual encounters. They were just friends, and could do just about anything together that a normal couple would do, except be sexual, it was a great relationship, and still is. His parents don't really understand his friendship with her, but are thankful to see that he can have a friend that's a girl without sleeping with her. Of course they couldn't be around one another all the time, so she only kept him busy certain times during the year. His other time was spent with different girls, family, parties, events, and the more manly parts of life. If he was given the choice of spending time with family, or going to a party, he will always choose family, unlike most boys that are like him. He might like girls, and the fun they provide, and alcohol, the parties and extremities that go with them, but he knows the importance of family. The Italians will not choose others over family, its just not done. He looks to his Uncle like a second father, they're very close, and he loves all his cousins, even the ones that may disapprove of him and his actions. Doesn't matter to him, he has a big heart and lots of love to go around to everyone in his life.
The Relations
::Mother,
::Father,
::Sibling,
-Uncle, The King of Italy
-Aunt, The Queen of Italy, Valentina Ezzelini
-Cousin, Cerelia
-Cousin, Liliana
-Cousin, Emilia
-Cousin,
-Cousin,
-Cousin,
-Cousin,
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http://8tracks.com/leena23/dreams-are...
“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren
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ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ
ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪʀs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴀɴɢ ɴᴏ
█ ▒ ɪʀɪsʜ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ▒ █
ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪʀs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴀɴɢ ɴᴏ
• ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄʏʀᴜs •
║ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ║
ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ▷ 18
ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ ▷ 20
ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ▷ februray 15
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ▷ male
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ▷ gay only for Prince Oliver, otherwise straight
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ▷ single
ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ ▷ none
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ▷ human
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ▷ prince of ireland
❛❛ T H E P R I N C E ❜❜
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʀᴜsʜ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ sᴏ
ᴇʏᴇs ▷ brown
ʜᴀɪʀ ▷ black
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ▷ 5 ft 10 in / 178 cm
wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ▷ 72 kg / 159 lbs
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ▷ slim
( ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴇʏ )
ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏɴ ?
ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏɴ ?
█║ ❛❛ B ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ . . .
⇢ Cyrus isn't fearless, but he is always ready to face his fears. or endure danger. he likes danger. and he kind of likes fear? not like, he likes being scared, he just likes the adrenaline that he receives when facing his fears. and he likes facing his fears, or just facing anything in general. he doesn't mind going up against anything from a baby to the entire world. as long as he has a reason, he'll go for it. Cyrus is afraid of dying alone, which you can't exactly go up against, but there are other fears. he doesn't like tight spaces, or snakes, or heights, but if he must, he will simply just go up against them. this is mainly because Cyrus can be pretty impulsive at times, and just let his body take control because his mind is frozen, but at the end of the day he doesn't mean to mind. i mean, he's still alive, right?
█║ ❛❛ Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ . . .
⇢ being the only boy in his family other than his father growing up, Cyrus understood he was the Prince in the sea of Princesses. and Princesses need protecting. at first, Cyrus was mainly just protective of his younger sisters, and even then it wasn't much. but as he grew older, it was for all his siblings. he just doesn't want them to get hurt. he cares about every one of them. over the years, Cyrus has become protective of many people, but it affects his family most. i'm not saying Cyrus would ever kill anyone, but he is awfully attached to his family members, and if anything were to happen to them, well... he wouldn't take it lightly. he's grown so used to seeing them all, talking and making them laugh, he'd probably go on a rampage. while Cyrus isn't very easy to anger, he has quite a temper when he is. it's actually quite terrifying, as his family says. so, long story short, Cyrus is very protective of people and would lose his mind if something happened.
█║ ❛❛ Cᴏᴍɪᴄᴀʟ . . .
⇢ always cracking jokes, Cyrus likes a good laugh. ever since he was younger he was constantly making other laugh, and has still kept up with the tradition. he doesn't mind embarrassing himself to get a giggle out of others, as long as they smile it's good. his jokes vary from an actual joke, with a punchline and everything to a simple sarcastic comment, but nonetheless will tend to carry out and result in the same way; laughter. it's good to have a good sense of humor, but it causes people to see Cyrus as a man who doesn't take things seriously. But he can actually become very serious, and no one really likes it. his youngest sister says he's scary when he's serious. so, instead, he tries to just keep being happy and funny.
█║ ❛❛ Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ . . .
⇢ first thing's first (i'm the realest) let me just say, he's not a bad boy. well, like, he is, but he's not? ah well, let's hope i can explain it more. ever since his toddler years, Cyrus always seems to be getting into trouble. he just gets ideas to do things and just carries out the idea, not realizing it's a bad idea. he can't really help it, he just thinks things would be fun to do, and carries out with them. long ago, he used to get into these antics with the twins. he was the leader, and they'd go out and cause trouble all around the house. it was good, and bad, but mainly good. after a while they stopped, but Cyrus still continues getting into trouble. he doesn't do really bad things, like drugs or anything. but he drinks, and he won't come home the next day because he's too busy partying and hey, a tattoo won't kill anyone. sure, he can be a little reckless, but he's still a good boy. get what i mean? he's the bad boy thats a good boy even if-- ah forget it. you'll figure it out.
█║ ❛❛ Hᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ . . .
⇢ this isn't one of Cyrus' most protruding traits, and that's why i figured i'd mention it. while Cyrus tends to seem like a man of little worry, and while that is pretty true, he can't help but worry often about that one fear. dying alone. what if he grows old and doesn't find a girl he loves that will love him back and he doesn't have kids and he can't pass on his legacy and he dies alone and--you get the point. this leads to Cyrus constantly thinking about love. constantly wondering if the girl he is talking to is the one. he can be quite a flirt on top of this, tending to make the girls blush and become flustered. he isn't really picky when it comes to people, as he's been on loads of dates--with princesses and non-royals, even boys as well-- he just finds that things don't always work out. or, that one-night stands aren't as bad as you'd think. odd really, for someone who fears dying alone to do these things. but he's young, and trying to make sure to fit in all the action a life can hold. so, while he hopes to one day be in love with his true love, he flirts.
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ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢs
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs sᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
The first and the last son of Ireland. it was a rather warm day over in the country, forty-eight degrees, and there wasn't any snow on the ground or anything to signal they were still in winter. which was good, since spring started in February anyways? the royal family, which at the time consisted of four people, were in the midst of lunch when suddenly, the Queen began feeling sick. it took a minute for her to realize, oh wait, i'm fine, it's just regular contractions. of course then she was immediately brought to the hospital wing to have her child. Cyrus proved to be difficult, sending his mother into labor around noon but refusing to come out until three in the afternoon. but, she still loved him. Cyrus was very different from his two older sisters, Caitlyn, and Camille. they were such ladies, even at the young age. so, he kind of just crawled after them. even as a baby, Cyrus was full of energy. it didn't take long for him to learn how to crawl, and once he did, he was everywhere. he'd go and crawl his way on top of things. then you'd hear a crash and see that somehow baby Cyrus crawled onto the table and now plates were all over the floor. while Cyrus could be wild, he could also be "perfect" just like his sisters. but, only when there were visitors. which was good, as it was always nice to impress people. then came Cyrus' partners in crime. perhaps Callum and Cassidy wouldn't be so bad had Cyrus not influenced them to the point of which his father would drag Cyrus off to go do boy things. they were the trouble makers, constantly going around and messing with everyone and everything. they had each other's little backs, and when asked why things were the way they were (there're books in the fountain, a potted plant is spread out in the hall, your underwear was hanging from the chandelier and much more). eventually, the twins began taking control, trying to lead the way on their adventures. at first, being their ringleader, Cyrus was a bit frustrated at first. he had been the leader, and now Callum was coming and stealing his thunder. but he eventually backed off, not really minding when the twins came up with their own ideas. and besides, his father began dragging him away to learn to be a Prince. time went one, and Cyrus grew. he continued to take part in dangerous activities though more on his own. he and the twins maintained a good bond, and they teased each other to the point of well until they forgot about it. around the age of twelve, Cyrus was beginning to be introduced to girls. at first he was simply having fun with it, until realized it was so one day he'd be able to choose a wife. And well, the child in Cyrus had never thought about that. he just thought it was so he could have more friends, not fall in love. but still, Cyrus didn't change when he met princesses or duchesses or anyone else. he just kept the thought in the back of his mind. many girls thought he was cute and funny, much like a child. but you would've too, having seeing him before puberty came and fixed him up. it happened quickly, and within two years, Cyrus was built like the man he is today. it took a while, his sister's developing before him, but by the age of fifteen, it began, and once he was seventeen, he was much different. (view spoiler) as a child, Cyrus traveled a bit, and that's how he made a lot of friends, especially one of his best friends, Prince Oliver of Illea. anyways, by the age of eighteen, his parents allowed him to go places, so he returned within two weeks. and he did. sure, this is why he is no longer shy or nervous in front of girls, and why his first kiss is long gone, and yes, why he is also no longer a virgin. but his parents don't need to know that. he explores quite a lot, but he's relaxed a little more after his sister got married. Cyrus approved of Cedric, he just didn't realize marriage came so soon. Camille was only four years older than him after all. Next was Caitlyn, and after that it'd be his turn. A part of him is freaking out while another is saying he should relax. it's been proven that girl's like him, so he just has to find the one he likes too. Recently he's been a little upset because the twins will be going to Illea, and he has to stay home. but, to his wonderful surprise, he received an invitation from Oliver to come and join him during his selection. Cyrus was ecstatic, and his parents, of course, agreed, telling him and his sister to all watch each other.
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs sᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
█║▷ S K I L L S
↳ like anyone, Cyrus has skills. and like any prince, they are skills that would help him were he to become the leader. but at the same time, he is his own person. for instance, Cyrus grew up the leader of his troubling group, and once that was over, his father made sure he knew how to be a good leader. and like any other prince, Cyrus was taught in the art of sword fighting. and while he liked it, he enjoyed hand-to-hand combat more, or using a bow and arrow instead. he has a favorite weapon, but his isn't allowed to use it any more due to an obsession he had with it. but, Cyrus is also skilled when it comes to hiding or finding (hide and go seek is HIS game), eating, and making other's laugh▹ being a leader
▹ making people laugh
▹ fighting
↳ as stated above, Cyrus is skilled when it comes to fighting. he can use a sword, and is as equally skilled with it like any other prince, he just prefers other weapons. for instance, he likes hand-to-hand comabt because it requires more mind, and he likes using a bow and arrow because of it's intensity. then, there's his favorite weapon, which he adores for various reasons i will state below.▹ a sword and his hands (view spoiler)
▹ bow and arrow (view spoiler)
▹ throwing knives (view spoiler)
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ
ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
» parents ;
‣ ɢᴇᴏғғ × ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ┊ʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ
‣ ᴛᴀᴍsɪɴ × ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ┊ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏs ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏɴ
» siblings ;
‣ ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ × ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ┊ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇs ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴡᴀʀʏ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sɪsᴛᴇʀ
‣ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
‣ ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊sᴛᴀᴛᴜs
‣ ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ;ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇs sʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ
‣ ᴄᴀssɪᴅʏ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇssʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
‣ ᴄᴀsᴇʏ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ
» allies ;
‣ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ × ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ┊ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɪʟʟᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ
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‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
» enemies ;
‣ ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ × ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ┊ᴄʏʀᴜs ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇs ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜʀᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇᴍ
‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
» affairs ;
‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
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"True love only comes to those who believe in it."Basic Details
Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Sakiya
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Sakaë
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Xinhai
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Kiya
Agє: 13
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: February 18th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: New Asian Palace
SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Hetero
Ƈяυѕн: Illean Prince Oliver
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single
Ƈαѕтє: 1
ƝαтισηαƖιту: New Asia
Occυραтιση: Being A Princess
Face Claim: Kim Sae-Ron
Aρρєαяαηce:
Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Sakiya is the youngest child of six, and likes it that way. Though she is very girly, loving to play with dolls, wear dresses, listen to fairy tale love stories, and so on, Sakiya is very responsible, and actually has a very mature personality. She often fantasizes of finding true love, and has a crush on the crown prince of Illea, Oliver. Sakiya is perhaps one of the best close combat fighters in the country. She is agile and fast, and knows all the pressure points to hit on a person if it comes to that. She also specializes in knives and daggers, which falls into close combat as well. Unfourtunately, her agility is her main advantage, especially against larger opponents, so if she is in any way injured, she is practically helpless. Even though she is usually bouncy and bubbly, Sakiya also knows when to be quiet and listen.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Sakiya loves to wear anything with frills or big bows on it, especially dresses. She also always wears her hair in a pony-tail
ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Girly, Innocent, Optimistic, Mature
Lιкєѕ: Frilly Dresses, Fairy Tail Princes, Love Stories, Happy Endings, Baby Animals, Her Family
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Un-Happy Endings, Mean People, Bugs, Rodents
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Sword Fighting, Playing With Dolls, Reading Fairy Tales
Sтяєηgтнѕ: Being Understanding, Being Responsible, Close Combat, Quick Learner
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Can't Kill, Procrastinates, Indecisive
Hιѕтσяу: Not much to say about Sakiya, she is the youngest of six, and has been treated like so all her life. She longs for the action and adventure her past lacked. As a young child, Sakiya had always loved stories like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, any story where a dashing, chivalrous prince comes to rescue the princess. Now, Sakiya wishes for her own prince charming to come and rescue her from the depths of her boring royal life, but one thought has always plagued her since childhood, to this day. What if after the princess marries the prince, he isnt so charming? What if he becomes arrogant, or bossy, or just straight out a jerk? It still haunts Sakiya to this day, which is why she resents the idea of arranged marriages. Of course, she wouldnt let something like that stop her if her parents asked her to marry someone for the good of the country, but she still can't help but worry.
ƑαмιƖу:
Father - Emperor
Mother - Empress
Older Brother - Crown Prince
Older Brother - Prince
Older Brother - Prince
Older Sister - Princess
Older Sister - Princess
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Her Family
Ɛηємιєѕ: Anyone Who Harms Her Family
Oтнєя: Always wears a small dagger that matches her hair color in the middle of her pony tail, for self defense purposes.
Favorite Colors: Any Shade Of Pink
Favorite Flower: Roses
Favorite Foods: Anything sweet
Fears: Having to marry someone she doesn't love
Flaws: Is helpless if she is injured in any way in a fight.
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p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ try your best to stay calm(view spoiler)
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What a lot of people don't understand is why Jah has such a demure way about him. He's not one to put up much of a fight, and he doesn't appear to have much of a backbone. His being sent to Illea was a total surprise for quite a few people, but it makes perfect sense if one looks at it. He's soft-spoken, a little shy. He doesn't seem like the kind of person fit for ruling, not with the way he can ramble on. His acquiescence only comes from him not really knowing better. He's had his mother holding on to the power since he was made pharaoh, and she's his mother. The least he could do was show her some respect for all that she's done and continues to do for him. So, yes, you guessed it, he's a momma's boy. And he wouldn't have it any other way. But, he does understand that at some point he's going to need to grow up and show that he isn't a pushover. He's just got to grow into it.
In the mentions of Jah and his need to grow up, it's something he really has to work on. He's been stuck as a teenager in the body of a twenty-something pharaoh. Partying and the like just so happen to be part of his daily routine. He doesn't have much patience for royal meetings and consulting with advisors, but he knows he has to get used to it. He knows full well that his time to have fun and enjoy himself is running out, and as much as he might have a problem adjusting, he better adapt fast.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ with his band
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[ fixations ] parties, having fun, traveling with the concubines
[ abhorrences ] meetings, responsibility
[ specialties ] makes people comfortable, selfless
[ kryptonite ] easily tempted, childish
[ interests ] fine dining, wine tasting, partying, goofing off
[weapons]
But, this is just one part of the story. His wife, Neferet, bore him a son before any of his twenty concubines. Unsurprisingly, this son was Abduljaleel, and he'd be the only child that his wife would be able to bare. For one reason or another, one just seemed to be all her body could handle before she could no longer have children. Mustafa, however, decided that he'd have other children with his concubines. Only a few of them did, and they didn't last past infancy. It seemed that the gods only wanted Mustafa to have one child, no more than that. He gave up trying, and turned his attentions on grooming his son for the position of pharaoh.
The thing was, Jah didn't seem cut out for being a pharaoh. A prince with no responsibilities, maybe. His father attempted to get him to be more of what some would consider a manly man: sports, outdoor type things. But Jah wasn't any good at that. He could barely swim, he couldn't hunt to save his life, and his skills with any sort of weapon was beyond questionable. Mustafa decided that that part of his life was just something to give up on, and turned instead to politics. At ten years old, Jah was made very aware of their political situation. It wasn't as though he'd never had some inkling, however, but it still came as a surprise. He lived in splendor, wanting for nothing, but all he heard was debt, debt, debt.
The first thing to come to mind were the common people. What would become of them with this debt? They must have been suffering, right? Apparently, they'd been suffering enough to assassinate Mustafa. A blade in the night was the first attempt. It nearly succeeded, had Neferet not interfered with the whole plan. What did kill Mustafa was a poisoning. All it took was one sip of wine, and he was turning purple. His lips tinged blue and foaming from the mouth, he was pronounced dead with three minutes of the start of his convulsing. Jah had been there to see the whole thing.
You'd think a child would be scarred by this, and you wouldn't be wrong. The physicians of the palace think that's where Jah stopped growing up, stopped moving on. He sort of shut down for a while. He didn't speak, but he did eat and continue his lessons and obeyed his mother. There was no lashing out, no denial; just silence. An eerie silence that held up his coronation at fifteen, but fell apart upon the arrival of Riesa. Handpicked by his uncle, a man who had fallen into irrelevance with the death of his brother and later nearly met a similar fate, she was gifted to him as his concubine. The first he would have of many.
Jah, to start, had very little clue of what to do with the beautiful girl that had been set before him. Until she showed him what to do. It was very clear that she was an expert on the subject at hand, so he let her take the lead, and that is the very simple tale surrounding the deflowering of one Abduljaleel Ganim. While he wasn't smitten with Riesa there after, he did have a bond with her that wouldn't quite be the same with anyone else. From there, concubine after concubine joined the harem, and that seemed to be all anyone could talk about.
Jah, with the help of Riesa, recovered. Or rather, completed his mourning. His silence broken, he spoke again. He had much to say, but apparently didn't say it often enough, and that's lead to him seemingly like a bit of a pushover. But, not anymore. Now is the time that has taken initiative. His trip to Illea is for himself as much as it is for his country. He no longer wants to see his mother stressing; he just wants everyone happy.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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[ biological ]
▽ mother -- Neferet Ganim ( nee Mifsud )
▽ father -- Mustafa Ganim
[ external ]
▽ allies -- Illea
▽ friends -- open
▽ enemies -- open
▽ lover -- at this moment, over forty-five
<3 he's beautiful
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➥ Part One
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female ▸ twenty-six ▸ scorpio ▸ bi-sexual ▸ concubine (2)
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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ↴(view spoiler)
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢5"8
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ slender & modelesque
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ dark brown
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ green
ғᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ⇢ angular
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ⇢ olive tan
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ⇢ small scar
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴
Riesa is as confident as she is beautiful, an outspoken, forward-thinking woman with something of a passion for the dance between the sheets. A sultry vixen with a smart mouth and captivating smile Riesa knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. She's well versed in the art of love-making and has an unequivocal fire and spirit when it comes to living her life. Riesa likes to seek pleasure in all things, be that sex, music, dance or love. She's not one to take herself too seriously and Riesa applies this philosophy to everything that she does. Her world is a constant party, a moving vessel of desire, pleasure and pandemonium with Jah at the helm. Monogamy has never been a word to grace Riesa's vocabulary, she's very open with her affection and finds beauty in both men and women. She's incredibly bold and always willing to make the first move, a teacher, not a learner, her prowess is well renowned in her home country of Egypt.
One of Riesa's most notable traits is her confidence, she's certainly not shy and Riesa will always speak up even when it's not necessarily acceptable. She's been known to say things without thinking and speak on impulse without considering the impact of her words. Tact is something that she can occasionally lack and she often comes across as aggressive and intimidating without meaning to. Like all people Riesa has her flaws. When it comes to the other girls within Jah's harem Riesa can appear arrogant and stand-offish, she doesn't really go out of her way to seek friendship and prefers to consider her relationships as conquests. Abdujaheel is the only one she's truly formed a close bond with and though there are a select few that she likes to keep in her company it is only him that has maintained her affection for. Riesa would never consider herself the jealous type, but the love she bears for Jah is strong and part of her knows there will come a time when he will no longer feel that way about her. Though she's come to accept this, Riesa knows that watching him develop those feelings for someone else would upset her.
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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ / pleasure / fine wine /sex/ music / dancing
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ monogamy / stress / cowardice / conformity
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs⇢ promiscuity / seduction / love making / confident
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ jealousy / selflessness / vanity / impressionable
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ being alone / ageing / commitment / storms
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ↴
Saba Basri was renowned as one of the great beauties of Egypt. Growing up on the banks of the Nile she lived a charmed life, provided for by a rich family and recognised by the people of the town. She had always had many suitors, men of all ages came to the home to ask for her hand but Saba refused every one. Word of her beauty spread across Africa and even to the far reaches of Russia, a girl of good pedigree, beautiful and educated, a perfect wife. Saba's parents were always enamoured by their daughter, though strict in who she spent her time with. They wanted to find a good match, a marriage that would benefit them and thus she had to remain pure and untainted. It was something of a coincidence when a sixteen year old Saba happened across the Crown Prince of Russia. A banquet had been held at the Royal Palace and Saba - a close friend of one of the royal cousins had been in attendance. The young Russian had been in Egypt on business with his father and the banquet had been thrown in honour of their arrival.
Saba had been instantly captivated by the young Vladimir, no man had ever held her attention as he did. The two exchanged a few glances and after several cups of wine Saba finally plucked up the courage to speak with him. The naive young girl knew not of his reputation and after some persuasive words the two stole away to an unused office space. What followed were a brief few moments of ecstasy, traded breaths and fumbling hands. Vlad didn't say another word to Saba that night and she realised that she had made a grave mistake. She returned home to her parents ashamed of what she had done, intending to keep her encounter a secret. But as the months past and Vlad made not contact, it became clear that this was not a secret that Saba could hide. Her father kicked her out of the house when he discovered she was with child. Saba's mother had argued but it was no use. His decision stood.
Saba found her way to the brothel in the city, her reputation in tatters and her pride broken. The owner took her in on the condition that she worked for her keep when the baby was born. Though Saba was reluctant to do so she accepted the terms. A few months later and she gave birth to a baby girl, an angelic child with Saba's golden skin and bright green eyes but the same dark hair of her father. In spite of herself Saba loved the baby girl, she named her Riesa from the latin word to smile. Baby Riesa had been the only thing to raise a smile on Saba's face since her predicament began. And so Saba found herself working as a whore, the once renowned beauty a common slut, used by those who passed through the doors of the establishment.
She did it all for Riesa though. It was fair to say that the young girl had a fairly unusual upbringing, born in a brothel and raised by whores Riesa was exposed to an all manner of things from a very young age. She became numb to most of it, not perturbed by the naked form or disturbed by the way men grabbed and leered at the women there. It became part of her life, the way she saw the world. As Riesa grew from child to teen her curiosity began to blossom. Like her mother she possessed the same ethereal beauty and the men that passed through the doors often asked about her, though she was clearly under age. Riesa didn't mind so much, as a young girl she found the attention quiet flattering and the gifts the men bought for the women always intrigued her. While Riesa spent her days working the books, her mother eventually took up the running of the brothel. She changed the caliber of the establishment, elite women for elite guests and all at once the brothel began to cater for a different sort of clientele.
Men came from all over Egypt to visit the women that Saba kept there. They were renowned for being beautiful, handpicked by Saba herself and tutored in the art of love making. And yet each man that visited would always ask about the book keeper, the girl with the sultry smile and the eyes that could lure them in. Saba of course forbid it. But Riesa had spent many hours listening or watching through cracks in the walls, always curious but never brave enough. After one particularly attractive man had especially requested, had Riesa finally given in to her desires. The man was young, no older than twenty, strong and passionate yet so gentle as if he might break her. Riesa declined the money he offered and instead thanked him. For the man had awoken something within her and Riesa finally realised exactly what she had been missing all those years.
Without her mothers knowledge Riesa began to learn from the other girls, luckily Saba was away for weeks at a time, hosting parties across the country. And so Riesa was taught all that there was to know. How to take pleasure from men, how to use them as they would use her. Riesa came alive, a previously quiet and sheltered girl finally awakened. She still kept the books within the brothel but began to take more of an interest in the clientele. If she saw something she liked then Riesa took it. It was however something that could not be kept secret forever. Saba found out eventually and though she was angered by her daughter's actions part of her understood. She forbade Riesa from seeing men within the house and thus her daughter returned to book keeping. But Riesa wasn't satisfied, the need ate away at her, almost consumed her. She considered running away for a time.
That was until the late Pharaoh's brother's came to the brothel with a proposition. He had come to the house in search of a concubine for his nephew, a birthday gift. Riesa had shown him around the establishment, introduced him to some of their most prestigious girls but the man only had eyes for Riesa. He'd told her that she was the one, a beautiful girl, young and no doubt aware of the world that lay behind the doors of the brothel. Riesa had been reluctant at first but talk of the Pharaoh and the palace had quickly clouded her judgement and so she accepted. Her mother had cried and tried to argue but Riesa had been adamant and a few weeks later she left for the palace.
Meeting Jah for the first time was a truly remarkable experience for Riesa. The young Pharaoh, a sweet and gentle being still plagued by the loss of his father. Riesa was kind to him, careful and tender, she was captivated by Jah and sought to do right by him. Riesa fulfilled her duty as his concubine when Jah was ready, piece by piece she put the broken prince back together. Since then the two have shared a close bond, Riesa loves him the way she has never loved another. And though she strays from person to person it's Jah with whom she finds the most comfort. Riesa has taught the young Pharaoh everything she knows and together the pair lead quite the scandalous life. She's always on hand to provide him with advice, select new companions or simply to satiate his needs. There's nothing in the world that gives Riesa more pleasure than serving the Pharaoh of Egypt.
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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ↴
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Vladimir Romanov / alive / ?/10 / Russian Tsar(view spoiler)
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Saba Basri / alive / 9 /10 / whorehouse owner (view spoiler)
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Basic Details
Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Ana
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Natalia
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Romanova
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Pet, Love, Doll
Agє: 22
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 31st
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: A tiny town in Russia
SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Pansexual
Ƈяυѕн: The Pharaoh
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Concubine
Ƈαѕтє: N/A
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian
Occυραтιση: Ex-Spy, now Concubine
Face Claim: Alexandra Breckenridge
Aρρєαяαηce:
Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
'The eyes are the window to the soul,' or so they say. If this were true, one would think Ana's soul to be nothing but cold, hard, perhaps even dead (although this would be hilariously false). Her eyes are a golden hazel and very open. They are always calculating. Her lips are naturally a very dark red, to the point where she nearly never has to wear lipstick (although she enjoys to do it anyways). Her lips are almost always pulled into a tight, judging pout. Few see her smile, and only one man has been known to draw happiness into her lips, cheeks, and the corners of her eyes. Her hair is a bright red, the locks falling in voluptuous curves. She has a hot body, and she knows it. With her old job, she had to know it, and use it to her advantage.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
She wears what she likes, when she likes to (which often happens to be nothing at all). She enjoys wearing sexy outfits for the Pharaoh. She isn't much one for dresses, for she never wore them when she was younger. Her favourite colours to don are green, black, and any shade of deep blue or purple.
ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Even after all these year, the spy in Ana is still very alive. She is attentive, calculating, and a tad bit nosy. She likes to know everything that is going on, at all times. Not knowing and surprises make her feel rather unsafe. While she has been living in Egypt for several years knows, her Russian accent is still strong, as well as her cold exterior that was raised in her mother country. She isn't often one for letting others understand what she is thinking or feeling, except for Abduljaleel. He knows nearly all of her thoughts.
Ana is also very good at politics, especially when it comes to convincing male political leaders. Her gaze says more than her mouth, more often than not, and because of this she often joins her Pharaoh for meetings.
Abduljaleel is the only one she is truly herself around. He brings out Ana's rather silly side, not that she would ever admit this. If ever asked, she would deny having a single funny bone in her body. "Humour is for the weak," would be her simple, dismissive response. But the Pharaoh knows better. He's seen her dance, laugh, and even smile, and has been the cause of all three. Admitedly, he is like a rock to her and she cares quite a bit about him, although she often behaves distantly.
Lιкєѕ:
.Fruit
.Tight clothing
.Knowledge
.Flirting
.The Pharaoh
.Swimming
.Studying
.Running
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
.Russia
.Her tainted past and ability to kill
.Showing emotion
.Dresses
.Cold days
Sтяєηgтнѕ:
.Seduction
.Understanding
.Analyzing
.Studying
.Politics
.Athletics
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
.Showing her feelings
.Memories of home
.Fear of hurting others
.Allergic to pollen
Hιѕтσяу:
Ana was born in the snowy depths of Russia. Her mother was a whore who died during child birth, her father, unknown to her. So who did she have in the world that she came into? Absolutely no one. One of her mother's friends, a fellow poor prostitute, dropped her off at an orphanage, unaware of what would become of the beautiful, pale baby which blood red hair.
The orphanage was also a recruiting grounds for Russian spies. The strong little girl, after a few years of living there, was swept up by the program. She was chosen for her calculating gaze, the way her eyes would pick up on the most minuscule of changes when entering a room, her blank face, and most of all, how she didn't seem to care about anyone or anything. The other little girl called 'Frigid Fran,' and 'Bitter Bianca,' but even these teasing, rude names didn't seem to phase the young girl.
So she was trained in the art of spying. It was a slow, repetitive, dangerous process, but still nothing seemed to bother young Ana. Once her red hair is pinned back and her black boots laced up, she is all business. She was trained to fight, to seduce, to kill, and had no qualms with any of them. She seemed like the perfect little robot, ready to finish any job possible.
That was until she received her first big assignment. She was being sent to Egypt, under the guise of a maid, hired because of an old debt. She was to spy on the young Pharaoh, and to kill him if the orders came through. She was 18 at the time, a beautiful, cold 18, and ready to finish her job at all costs. She was to seduce the young royal, and she did a damn good job.
But there was one thing she never accounted for...and that was having feelings. Feelings for Abduljaleel, the very man she was sent to kill. It was tragic really, the eternal battle the sultry red-head went through inside. Of course, on the outside she seemed just as emotionless as ever. A whirlwind of feelings thread themselves through her, including love, anger, mistrust, and worst of all, fear. Ana hadn't felt fear since her much younger years. She was terrified, terrified of feeling these things, terrified of losing these feelings, terrified of what her country would do if she didn't return with the desired death, and worst of all, terrified that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from killing him. She didn't want to say anything to him, for she had a fear that if she were to open her mouth, all of her terrible secrets and feelings would come pouring out for the entire world to see, and she couldn't bare that. The truth was that Ana felt things far more deeply than almost anyone else. Every jab, every glance her way in disgust, everything, she felt so very deeply.
But when one keeps emotions bottled up, eventually these bottles break, as did Ana. She was with the Pharaoh, her orders fresh in her mind as she had just received letter that day telling her to carry them out. When he kissed her forehead, the pretty little thing simply burst into tears, like a dam which had been holding back the water flow for so, so long. Everything she had been keeping her for her entire life came flowing out,of her eyes and out of her lips as the words slipped past them before she could even think to stop. When everything was finally revealed, her past, the reason she was really here, her feelings for him, she stopped, shoulders shaking and she watched him as he studied her for a moment.
And then something truly surprising happened. Abduljaleel softly wiped away her tears and told her it was okay, that she would never have to return to Russia, to the terrible people who had made a young girl commit so much evil. That she could stay, with him, and become his concubine.
And something even more surprising: she said yes.
ƑαмιƖу:
All deceased, as far as she knows
Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
OPEN--not many
Ɛηємιєѕ:
Russia
Fatal Flaw:
Often, her past takes over her. She will become viscous and even dangerous. Only the Pharaoh can calm her down,and even then it is with a bit of difficulty. It is unknown if she's hurt anyone during these fits since her time of arrival in Egypt.
Oтнєя:
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Halla Masih | Abduljaleel's Concubine | FC: Kylie Bunbury•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Physical Description
Halla has dark brown hair, with a beautiful shade of chestnut brown skin, and her eyes match her hair perfectly. She is incredibly pretty, which earned her many suitors before she became the prince's concubine despite her quiet and timid personality. She is a mediumly muscled woman, and although she is far from a bodybuilder, she does keep her body in good condition and prefers to keep herself adequetly strong.
Personality
Honestly, the only difference between her outer personality and inner personality is her willingness to show her intelligence. You see, Halla is an incredibly smart person and an incredibly fast learner. She spent the marjority of her childhood reading books on basically any subject she could find, so now she is a very knowledgable young woman, however, as it is often frowned upon for a woman to be smarter than a man, she hides it most of the time, which isn't very hard since she hardly talks to most people at all. Both sides of her are very timid and quiet, and she is generally a very shy and intoverted person.
Behavior
Halla really hasn't changed much over the years, and still acts similarly to how she did when she was but an adolescent, although now however she is one of the prince's concubine. She tends to follow Abduljaleel around most the time, and is almost never seen publicly without him, as she otherwise spends time hiding in her various hiding spots around the castle. Around Abduljaleel she is still very quiet, but she will talk to him, and even lend him her extensive knowledge if need be. However, around other people, Halla is quite obviously nervous and scared, and will hardly talk, if she does only to politely answer questions quietly. She never speaks unless spoken to either, and again, this rule for her is only broken when she feels like telling Abduljaleel something, and only him.
History
M-my story? U-um, well, I guess I could tell you... I was born 21 years ago on December 22nd, and, well, that was my mother's death date as well. She died in childbirth, you see, and it drives me insane that she died because of me. F-forget that last part, actually. Anyway, as you can imagine, my father was more then a little mad at me, even as a baby, so I didn't get much love there. And as I grew up, well, according to him I look just like my mother did, and his grief and pain never went away. Just like my suffering. O-oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to complain! It's just, every day he would call me terrible names I won't repeat, and sometimes he even k-kicked me or hit me, so, I just felt like it was a neccasary part of my history to add, I really wasn't trying to complain...
U-um, so that continued without faltering, and I felt pretty unloved at that point. My father is an important official, so he wasn't really around much luckily, but being told how stupid, and idiotic, and bratty I was, every single night, well, after a while I guess I began to believe it. I was an only child, so I didn't even have any siblings to turn to. So instead, I adopted learning as my new family. Since my days were filled with avoiding people as much as possible, I would often take books, of course I always returned them afterwards, from the royal library to read in a closet or my room or on the roof. Anywhere my father wouldn't be. But I would sit and read and learn and enjoy myself, it was what kept me going, really. Since there werent many children's books, Id usually just take whatever I could grab. Books about anatomy, other languages, even history, which a girl would normally never be allowed to read.
And so life went on. Sure, I was screamed at and beaten almost every night, but the days made it worth it. And then one day, one that would change my life forever, I met him. One day he found me reading a guide to english in the closet, and, well, my whole life turned upside down. He was sweet, and kind, and understanding, and when he wasnt cleaning around the palace he would come and read with me. We'd learn together and talk together, and sometimes we'd just sit together for each other's company. Each night became more and more bearable,and I even began to look forward to life in general. Everything was simply amazing. Slowly, ever so slowly,I began to feel something, and with a little bit of research I identified it. Love. That feeling that my younger days had been so devoid of, I was now experiencing. It felt so wonderful, and at the time I thought it would never end. I miss those days.
One day, many years after I had first met him, we had decided to sit on the roof together and look up at the stars. I had come of course, glad for any excuse to get away from my father, but what came next was completely unexpected to me, and my reaction even more so. He told me he loved me. And I said I loved him to. I was so overjoyed, I hugged him and he hugged me back and everytning seemed perfect in the world at that moment. I woke up happy, stayed awake happy, everything was going smoothly. Until one night, similar to when we had confessed our love. We were sitting in my room's balcony, just gazing at the stars, until the door swung open. My father stalked into the room, obviously infuriated. He grabbed my arm even more roughly then usual, leaving marks for days, and began to tug me out of the room. I looked at my lover for help, but what I saw shocked me into complete silence. He bowed to my father, apologized, and helped him drag me from my room. That night I slept in the dungeon where my father secretly kept me for the next week, but my lover didnt even come once. Or when I got out. Or ever.
My days after that continued along in a blur, the onky thing really notable was my obvious misery. For a while, I became incredibly suicidal, but I was always too scared to tie the noose, so my pathetic existance continued. However, my father wasn't finished with me quite yet. He needed money, and he had a beautiful daughter, so guess what he did? He sold me off like a sheep, as if I never mattered to him at all, although I already knew that by then. He sold me to the royals to be the prince's concubine. To be just another part of his harem. I was mortified, but then, if I considered it, it meant I could avoid my father more, so in the end I consented, not that I really would've disagreed anyway. As it turns out, when I met the prince, he wasn't the cruel tormentor I expected everyone in the world to be like, and in fact I ended up liking him quite a bit, but I could never love someone romantically again. So instead, I loved him like an older brother. Like the caring family member I had always yearned for. I ended up becoming very close to the prince, and he provided the emotional support I was lacking in my life, but still, both the visible scars from my father's physical abuse, and more painfully, the invisible scars my old lover left, were still there. Now here I am today. It still hurts, I'm still timid, and I still fear other people, but I think, even if slowly, my seemingly eternal emotional scars are starting to fade, one by one. Perhaps there is a bright future for me, perhaps my fractured heart will be crushed even further, but for now, I think- I think I'm happy. U-um, please don't tell Abba about- I mean, prince Abduljaleel, about any of this. I don't want him to worry about me, even if it means I'm worse off.
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Quirks
Generally the love she distributes is more like family love rather than romantic love, but even that is hard to earn as she is very timid and doesn't often spend much time around other people. Tends to follow Abduljaleel around wherever he goes, following directly behind or beside him, or clinging to his arm if she is scared or nervous.Flaws
Halla is a huge crybaby, and often cries even because of little things. She is just a generally very sensitive person. She is also incredibly timid, and often will just hover behind people. This also means that she hardly even goes anywhere by herself, but she likes quiet time in her room, so it isn't too bad.Strengths
Empathetic. Like, REALLY empathetic. She'll cry for you, she'll be depressed for you, if she figures outnsomeone she cares about is experiencing any kind of negative emotion, she goes into a funk of her own, but she is incredible at lending an ear or offwring a shoulder to cry on, and will never turn anybody away. Lots of people say she has an almost relaxing aura around her when she is soothing you.Weaknesses
Very quiet and submissive, and will rarely talk back or act out of line, even if it means it inconviences herself. She will rarely disobey anybody's commands, and the only time she will is if someone she loves gives her opposing orders, in which case she'll naturally obey her loved one.
Part One of Two "I'm a princess. Things are expected of me. It doesn't matter what I want, it never has. I was born a political pawn, to be married off to the best suitor. I've accepted it. But I'll tell you one thing, I'm not going to be married off to just anyone. I deserve the best, and I won't be settling for less, even if my parents are in a hurry to get rid of me."
^^ What she says in front of everyone.
"Sometimes I wish... I wish I mattered to my parents. More than just a pawn, actually matters. They would just love to marry me off, secure some alliance to some country. They don't care about what I want. Don't I deserve at least that? Don't I deserve what I want?"
^^ What she really thinks.
Basic Details
Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Tamera
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Lydia
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Fiennes
Name Meanings:
↳ Tamera, English, meaning "Date Palm, Palm Tree"
↳ Lydia, English/Greek, meaning "Woman from Lydia"
↳ Fiennes, English/French, meaning "The Fair One"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Tam, Tammy, Mera, Lyddie.
Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 7th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: London, England.
SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: No one, she hasn't found anyone worthy of her yet.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single, searching for a suitable arrangement.
Ƈαѕтє: One.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: English.
Occυραтιση: Princess of England.
Face Claim: Amber Stevens
Aρρєαяαηce:
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Height: She's tall at 5'9.
Weight: 119 lbs.
Hair: Has long brown hair, sometimes highlights it.
Skin: Lighter skinned than some of her family, she has cinnamon colored skin that shows her black heritage but isn't super dark.
Eyes: Brown.
Body type: Skinny and fit, long arms and legs, curvy but slender body, lean muscles. C-cup breasts, size 7 feet.
Pitch of voice: A modulated voice, often calm and keeping volume in check, sometimes filled with sarcasm or a pleasant tone. She also has a wonderful British accent.
Distinguishable markings: She has no scars but she has pierced ears and a pierced belly button. She also has a tattoo of birds on her back: (view spoiler) And she always had this idea that she wanted to get on her wrist with her future husband, once they're married. If he would allow it, anyway. It's traditional English crowns, his a king's, hers a queen's, with his saying below 'One Life' and hers saying, 'One Love'. She hasn't gotten this yet, but has kept the idea in mind. (view spoiler)
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Tamera dresses for the occasion. Hot weather? Bikinis under loose, light clothes, and sandals. Cold weather? Snug jeans, long sleeve loose shirts that hang on her frame, warm knit hoodies and sweaters, warm boots, sometimes hats or scarves. Casual? Much like her cold weather clothes, she likes snug jeans or leggings with long sleeve loose fitting shirts that the sleeves go all the way to her hands. For formal galas, she likes long gowns, not big things but slender, form fitting, sometimes even a little sexy.
ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: To some, Tamera seems just like the rest of her family. Polite and political on the outside with all the good graces of a royal, but with an inside of dark intentions. Though it isn't as simple as that. Sure, Tamera has some sass. She's sarcastic and bold, and she knows what she wants out of life. She's privileged and if she has something she wants, she'll reach out and take it. She won't settle for less. But this doesn't make her a bitch, it just makes her a confident princess. In truth, when you get to know her, she's not as bad as the public image makes her seem. She is ambitious, but it's stemmed from her need to prove her value to her family. She's cunning, but it's a trait she earned from growing up as a princess where her family believed politics was everything. When you pull away the family image, pull away her defenses, she's just a girl. A smart, funny, energetic girl who loves life. She's artistic and quirky, with a love in the unique. She's well-rounded, graceful, intuitive. She's loyal, though not necessarily to her family, but more to specific people in her life who have been good to her. She's very open minded, and sexually tuned, very... would kinky be the right word? Yes, she can be quite kinky. Though she's a bit of a hopeless romantic, too. She claims she just wants a good arrangement for political reasons, but she dreams of the perfect marriage. Though, if she wasn't royal, it'd come second to her life, something she wanted but didn't need right away. Though Tamera acts rather serious when a lot of people are around, in truth she's very playful and funny, loving banter and to just let down her guard. She's peaceful and quiet when alone, and she values that solitary time. It just takes a while to chip past the façade she's grown for her family.
Lιкєѕ: Art, Rich Cultures, Music, Other Countries, Old Fashioned Traditions, Accents, Warm Weather, Long Sleeves, Painting, Drawing, Marketplaces, Dancing, Sex, Handsome Men, Her Family, Other Royals Her Age, Cats.
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Snakes, Wet Weather, Silence, Poor Arrangements, Her Brothers Outdoing Her, Her Pride Being Hurt, Rude People, Her Life Being Planned Without Her Approval, Being Denied, Being Insulted.
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Tamera is very artistic. She loves music, art, dancing, anything that lets her express her creativity. In her home, she's often the perfect picture of royalty, polite and boring, and she doesn't get to express that side of her. In fact, her family doesn't know just how much she loves art. She's particularly talented at drawing and painting with watercolors. She always has a sketchbook with her, usually sketching people or things. With watercolors, she likes to paint places she's been, like London, where she was born and raised. Some examples:
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Sтяєηgтнѕ: She can separate logic and emotion, and make critical decisions that need to be made. She's very strategic and intelligent, and she doesn't lack passion about furthering her country.
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: While she isn't insecure like some girls are, she does have her weaknesses. Her fears are one. Her flaws, such as her pride, is another. She's extremely slow to trust, she's picky, and she's rather indecisive. She believes that arrangements are purely political and there's no chance of love from them, so she acts political because of it. It takes her time to warm up, and she's rather withdrawn. Finding love in an arrangement could shock her and make her pull away, emotionally, to try to figure out what she's feeling. She has a lack of knowledge about how families are supposed to work, as hers has always been rather cut and dry, keeping emotion separate. Anything emotional is a weakness to her.
Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.
ƑαмιƖу:
Grandmother - The English Dowager - *blank*
Father - King of England - *blank*
Mother - Queen of England - *blank*
Triplet Brother - Crowned Prince of England - Anthony Elijah Fiennes
Younger Triplet Brother - Prince of England - *blank*
Younger Sister - Princess of England - *blank*
Younger Brother - Prince of England - *blank*
Younger Sister - Princess of England - *blank*
Youngest Brother - Prince of England - *blank*
Youngest Sister - Princess of England - Victoria Jean Fiennes
Marriage Arrangement - Not Yet Arranged
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: She doesn't have friends, she has allies. Friends would mean she actually trusted others.
Ɛηємιєѕ: The Irish, and any other country trying to oppose her family. Personal enemies might be her own family, but other than that, there aren't many.
Oтнєя:
Favorite Colors: She likes bright colors. White, Orange, Yellow, Red.
Favorite Flower: Lotus, Water Lillies. Loves them.
Favorite Foods: The only thing she isn't picky about is her food. She'll eat anything, and she loves trying new things, particularly things from other countries. Food from England is so bland, she likes things with flavor. Her favorite would have to be Shawarma.
Favorite Constellation: Draco, also known as The Dragon. She just likes the idea of a medieval time when Dragons lived. It doubles as her favorite animal, despite it being a reptile, and her having a fear of snakes.
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air.
Fears: Being a disappointment to her family, being outshined by her triplet brothers, death, snakes, and being kidnapped.
Flaws: Her family and the way she was raised made her very strategic, always looking for a person's strong and weak points the second she meets them. This can be a blessing and a curse. She's also slow to trust, and likes to keep up her polite, proper act as long as possible, it takes a special kind of person to have her let down her guard. She'll also turn an arrangement down if they aren't good enough for her standards, so she's rather picky. To her, it's just arrangements, she isn't counting on falling in love. To fall in love with her arrangement would be a pleasant surprise to her. She's also very prideful, another flaw.
Theme Song: TBA
Part Two of Two 
Tamera Fiennes' History:
The English Family has lived with one motto. "Polite Smile, Sealed Lips." They raised their kids by this motto. Always smile, never let anyone see you break down, and never divulge anything you shouldn't. Information was meant to be kept and cleverly given away only in return for something more valuable. Kids in this family were raised more to be politically valuable than to be kids, and the same could be said for Tamera Fiennes. Born a triplet, she was the second oldest, the middle between her older brother and younger brother. None of the triplets looked alike, in fact Tamera looked the least like them. Instead of blocky and strong, she was tall and thin, model-like, with lighter skin. From a young age, Tamera learned what it meant to be a princess. She learned that her parents disapproved of her running around wildly or making a lot of noise, but approved of when she sat quietly, like a polite little lady. She learned that they approved when she asked clever questions in a discreet manner, but disapproved when she made stupid remarks. She quickly learned how they expected her to behave, and that molded her. Her intelligence granted a quick understanding of things, like what would happen in the future. Like how her family is going bankrupt and would be looking for rich, powerful arrangements for their children. That was the only thing she agreed with, feeling that if she had to be arranged, she might as well be arranged to someone important. But she always felt secluded, and always felt like it was easier for her siblings. Her triplet brothers, for instance. Her brother Anthony was the crowned prince, highly sought after by arrangements because it meant younger siblings and lesser cousins would be turned into valuable future queens, and that was a good thing. Her brothers were both handsome, as well, and that was always good. Her younger siblings all were good assets as well. Good looking, well trained. But Tamera was different. She was picky, she didn't approve of just anyone. Her parents argued with her, tell her to just suck it up and get married to who they chose for her. But she didn't want just anyone. If her triplet brother Anthony could be a king, then she wanted to be a queen. She deserved it, she wanted it. She was angry at the whole thing, angry that her life had been planned and decided, and she felt like that was the only thing she could control, was that she found someone worthy of marrying her. Unfortunately, her chances of that are slim, but as long as she's picky and doesn't settle without an argument, she can hold off on marrying some lame second cousin of some small royal family.
But enough about her feelings of Arrangements. Growing up, the only thing Tamera really enjoyed were events her family held. Ones with music, dancing, beautiful dresses and delicious food. Sure, she had to keep up the polite façade her family had instilled in her, but at least she got to enjoy the event. Another thing she found herself loving was her lessons. Women in her family didn't really learn fighting like her brothers did, but she learned things like music, art, etiquette. Art was her favorite, her one creative escape from the suffocating life she lived. She proved to be quite good, too, and her room is decorated with water color painting and sketches. She even got into pottery at one point, though her family didn't approve, said it was messy. Sometimes she daydreams that if she wasn't a princess, she'd be an artist, living in some remote part of the world, in a tiny village. She rather likes the idea of winging it, nothing but the clothes on her back and a couple art supplies. Tamera is rather quirky, probably because her family smothers that side of her. She's expected to like clean cut things, proper things. But that isn't the case. She likes exotic foods, odd people, kitchens with different colored doorknobs on each cabinet door and rooms with each wall painted a different color. She likes gardens of all kinds of different flowers, skirts worn over leggings, and naked cats. She likes strange things, unique things. She likes wearing overalls and not looking so frigidly proper. These are all weird things that she likes that her family disapproves of. Obviously she'll play the perfect daughter, hair done elegantly, body wrapped in an expensive dress... but that isn't who she is, not who she wants to be, just who she's forced to be.
Part of Tamera always resented her parents and grandmother. She resented that they controlled her and her siblings so much. She resented them trying to sell her off to the highest bidder. She resented that their country was one they'd conquered, not one they'd earned. But most of all she resented the rumors. Many rumors swirl around her family. Rumors that they're full of tricks, that they're scandalous and have secrets. Rumors that her mother couldn't have possibly have had all her kids so close in age, so some of them must be results of her father's infidelity with the local whores at the Red Light District. Rumors of her family's debt and eagerness to sell off their children. Sure, some of those rumors are true, but that doesn't make them any less hurtful. As far as her siblings go, Tamera's relationships with them vary. Her family keeps in a close circle, having learnt not to trust anyone who isn't family. Therefore, her family is the only friend she's ever had. Tamera is close to her triplet brothers, though jealous of them constantly. She's a bit jealous of all her siblings, though, so that doesn't count. She's fiercely protective of her younger siblings, not wanting them to be married off, even though it's inevitable. She keeps to herself, but she has specific bonds with each of her siblings.
Friend-wise, the only people she ever associated with was royal children her age. And for the most part they got along, but she never got too friendly with them. She knew they were different countries, they were allies or enemies, and certainly not friends.
Anyway, now prime age for arrangements, all that Tamera has to do is wait for her parents to pair her up. They've tried, she's already been arranged twice, but both were lowly royalty, not in the upper class. Cousins or dukes, no one she cared for. She'd drive them away, cleverly so her parents couldn't trace it back to her. She'd find secrets about them, whisper it to them and blackmail them into withdrawing the arrangement, and usually they did. But she couldn't do that forever. She knows that soon she'll be put into an arrangement she can't get out of, and she's absolutely dreading it. Once she's married, she'll be expected to have a bunch of kids and 'pretend' that she likes her husband. The idea sickens her. No wonder her father likes the whores so much. Not to mention, once she's married off, she'll leave her family. They won't be her family anymore, they'll just be another country. Her husband and his family will be her new family. And then she'll have kids and they'll be married off too.
If anything, the only hopes she has is to find someone worthy of marrying her. If they came from an interesting country, that'd be a plus. Somewhere exotic, somewhere uncommon for arrangements. Yes... that'd be nice.
Name: Jiao Xifeng Ching-Lan Xinhai » Alias/Nickname(s): Ji
*(Jiao = dainty and lovely; Xifeng = western phoenix; Ching-Lan = beautiful orchid)
Gender: Female
» Sexuality: Heteroromantic Demisexual
» Relationship Status: Single
Ethnicity: Asian
» Nationality: New Asia
» Caste: One
Age: 20
» Birthday: August 14
» Birthplace: Angeles, Illea
Zodiac Sign: Leo
» Birth Element: fire
» Birth Planet: the Sun
» Birth Stone: peridot; sardonyx; diamond; sapphire; jade; onyx
» Favorite Color: blue; green
» Birth Constellation: Leo
» Favorite Flower: Lily of the Valley
» Theme Song: TBA
Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 126lbs
Hair: long, sleek black hair which reaches down to just below her hips
Skin: a vibrant, browned coffee color with a subtle hint of a blush tinting her cheeks
Eyes: her eyes are almost the color of her hair, bordering on black due to how dark brown they are
Body type: the physique she possesses is one of a slender nature, yet it is toned from martial arts
Pitch of voice: mellifluous; charming; honeyed
Distinguishable markings: (view spoiler) a series of tattoos which run up her spine that represent each of her siblings, her parents, and her lost love
Personality: She may look like a delicate flower with nothing but looks and her kind personality going for her but really she has brains behind those dark eyes of hers and a fierce independence and fighting spirit which no one will ever be able to take away from her. Yes, despite her young age and her sweet smiles she can do math like a calculator and has the brains to multitask like she was made to do such a thing. She is surprisingly a bit of a nut when it comes to knowledge, but though she doesn't know everything she might as well be close to it. But despite her calculating thoughts she is a genuinely sweet person, one who enjoys the kindness of life and isn't one who enjoys conflict and malice. She is almost like a second mother to her sisters, not that she tries to be but she tries to make sure that everything can be seen in an optimistic light even if it is hard. She likes to laugh and have fun and enjoys being silly when with her siblings but even she doesn't have that much freedom to spread her wings. She is caught between a rock and a hard place, as trying to please her parents, her sisters and acting the way an eldest princess should, sometimes feels she can't let her guard down, that she can never relax and sometimes scares her when she accidentally talks to her sisters like they are only royalty and not her family. But she never wavers, is always polite and is never seen doing something wrong (that only means she hasn't been caught yet) while continually behaving respectful despite the negativity she gets quite often in her soul. Hiding within her warm and caring heart lies a deadly force that is all about protecting what is precious and even though you wouldn't think it possible she can be a cunning and sly women with plans up her sleeves to keep tarnishes away. Sometimes she scares herself with the way she can be so sharp towards others, but she also wouldn't have it any other way.
» Weakness(es): getting close to people; her slim chance of ever falling in love; dislike of entering into an arranged marriage; putting her sisters first; her broken heart.
» Strength(s): fighting; defending herself and others; her brains; her ability to be diplomatic; her family's money and influence in New Asia.
History: Jiao, unlike her other siblings, was not born in New Asia. Her birth came at a time when her mother and father made a trip to Illea in order to try and solidify an alliance between their countries. Of course, she wasn't due at that time, but the stress of negotiations caused her mother to go into labor. The young girl was born in the palace itself, and because she was such a small and delicate young babe, her names took after a more feminine type of area. But even as a child there was a fire in her eyes, an energetic nature which earned her a second middle name, Xifeng, meaning Western phoenix. Phoenix because of their Eastern beliefs, but one from the West due to her unplanned birthing zone. As she grew up her passion for family and being able to keep them safe became apparent, and this trait grew with the arrival of her younger siblings, particularly her sisters as she knew her brothers would be taught to defend themselves. Not believing that woman should be treated differently or forbidden to do something a male was allowed to do, Jiao started to train in methods of fighting, much to the chagrin of her mother but new found respect from her father. It was one little eccentricity he permitted her to have. Therefore, when it became known that she had fallen for her very own bodyguard, the Emperor had reached his limits. Bearing in mind that this wasn't an ordinary relationship. Jiao will never be able to experience the love at first sight scenario, her sexuality physically forbidding it as she is only able to form a sexual attraction to those who earn her trust and build a deep emotional bond with her. This is what happened between her and her guard, and after three years, Jiao finally admitted that she loved him back. Of course, being the eldest princess of New Asia, their relationship was not sanctioned and the guard was sent off to fight for his country. Though lots were drawn from the men of New Asia, Jiao knew that it wasn't by chance that her beloved guard was selected to leave. After a tearful farewell to the man on a stormy night when she escaped the palace for an evening, the guard left her and she returned to her elegantly disguised prison. News reached her only a month later that the guard had been killed in action. Blaming her father because she knew that where he was sent wasn't as dangerous as people made it out to be, Jiao has not been able to love her father or respect him since, and has started thinking about getting the tattoo on her back representing her parent removed. They are at least one thing her family don't know she has and it gives her some small amount of satisfaction to be able to have some privacy in her life.
» Occupation: Eldest Princess of New Asia
Relation(s):
» TBA - Father; TBA; Emperor; Alive
» Meiling Xinhai - Mother; 42; Empress; Alive
» Juro Long-Haru Xinhai - Brother; 25; Crowned Prince; Alive
» TBA - Brother; 22; Prince; Alive
» TBA - Sister; 17; Princess; Alive
» TBA - Cousin; 17; TBA; Alive
» TBA - Brother; 15; Prince; Alive
» TBA - Cousin; 14; TBA; Alive
» Sakiya Sakaë Xinhai - Sister; 13; Princess; Alive
» TBA - Uncle; TBA; Empress's Brother in Law; Alive
» TBA - Aunt; TBA; Emperor's Sister; Alive
» TBA - Aunt; TBA; Empress's Sister; Alive
» Bojing Dai Dingxiang - Beloved; 24; Bodyguard/Soldier; Deceased
Weapon(s): acupuncture (needles - concealed in a bracelet); two knives, strapped to her thighs; her hair pieces can sometimes conceal hidden weapons; a small dagger between her bosoms; poison darts; throwing stars; katanas; swords; pike staff; fighting axes.
Fighting Skill(s): northern Shaolin kung fu; stick fighting; sword fighting; acupuncture; martial arts; knife fighting.
Other: "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?" -- Jodi Picoult; "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." --Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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