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Regal Renegade
Vice Captain

Eloquent Elocutionist

PostPosted: Wed May 14, 2014 12:29 pm


Name: Sirantha Eden
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Facial expression: Is determined, like this image [x]. Her mouth is quirked upward on one side and there is a steadfastness to her gaze. Her cheeks are slightly blushed.
Hair: The color is a coppery red color [x] and styled in a braided bun:[x]
Eye color: The eden color from the chart below. A light green color. [x]
Skin color: She is a soft pinkish color -- close to the second on the right's color on this chart:[x]
Outfit:
• She has a long white sleeve shirt, which tightens around the wrist and is loose about the arm and continues into a v-neck style with three buttons going down. Over her white blouse is a red leather vest that fits her body perfectly. It is tightened about her waist with a belt. [x]

• Around her neck is a silver locket, it is circular in shape and has an interact design upon its surface. [x]

• Her top stops about the hips, where her leggings begin. They are dark brown (Like the image but darker). Her boots are brown, matching that of the image. [x]


Personality:
As the eldest child of the five daughters of Charles Eden, Sirantha grew up with a sense of entitlement, she believed that she deserved the best of certain commodities and respect from her peers and those beneath her in social class. This entitlement made her egotistical and proud. She has a difficult time hearing that she is in the wrong, due to this know it all attitude, many of the other nobles do not wish to converse with her during social gatherings. Her peer’s attitudes toward her did not dismay her, she saw it as a challenge to win their trust and when she sets her mind upon a task she does not fail. Soon she was in all of their lives and knew the darkest of their secrets. She was not above blackmailing certain individuals of nobility in order to obtain her goal.

She has a sharp tongue when she is agitated and tends to speak her mind. Sirantha tries to live her life as honestly as possible so that her peers could not obtain information in which to blackmail her in return. The amount of people she considers to be her true friends can be counted upon one hand, for these individuals she would travel to the ends of the earth; she has a stead-fast loyalty to those that she considers to be her friend. Stubbornness comes with her egotistical view upon the world, only certain people are capable of making her see a different perspective.

In her dealings of court intrigue, nobles, and other aspects of her life, she is meticulous and a perfectionist. Everything must be done correctly and perfectly the first time, or it should not be done at all. To her failure is not an option, mistakes are costly and should be avoided at all costs.

Sirantha is well versed in politics, agriculture, intrigue, sewing, languages, history, and anything else her family had books of in the large library of her home. On her quest for knowledge, she took to the studious route by reading all the books in the vast family library three times and constantly borrows books from the neighboring nobles.

Her life has been in a gilded cage, which causes her to be naïve of the world and hold that egocentric view. She has never been past the wall that separates the rich from the poor. Before she was told otherwise, she held the belief that the lower social classes were lazy, due to the fact that they were not able to live in luxury. She saw their poverty as a sign that they were not working hard enough. This view continued to hold true until her tutors told her of the social classes and how the poor worked hard just to put food upon the table. She was incredulous to this information, not believing it to be true. Her tutor gave her a reading, which opened her eyes to the hardships of those living past the inner wall. Thanks to her teachers her view of the world changed, it did not seem fair that many should suffer for the prosperity of the few.

Determined to see the more than just the land of Utopia, Sirantha convinced her tutors that it would be in her best interest to gain firsthand knowledge of the hardships that those in the different districts suffered. Her journey to the different areas within the wall would last months. The poverty and the famine she witnessed filled her with sadness, so each time she escaped from the sight of her governess, she would bring bread to feed the children she saw upon the street. She met an assortment of people, the one who interested her the most was a scout who she met in Shiganshina of Wall Maria. His eyes were hardened from the monstrosities that he had seen, yet he still could find happiness in the world. In a matter of months, Sirantha was in love with the scout.

Before she could tell her father of her love and plans of marriage to Kegan, she received word of the brave scout’s death. Nothing of his body remained, devoured completely by the Titans beyond the wall. Despair entered her heart, but the Gods were still not through, her father had arranged for her to marry a man three times her age. Outrage filled the young woman, she was nothing more than a piece of property to her father. Dreams were dashed and duty continued, while she hoped for something more from the life she was given.

History:
The Eden family was one of the first noble families within the Wall, the first Eden’s to call the confines of Wall Sina home were Luther and Annabelle Eden, they had three sons and one daughter. Their eldest son, Alexander, married the eldest daughter of the prominent Ponce family, Denise, and they had two sons and three daughters. Their eldest son, Charles married Elizabeth Khoury, they had five daughters: Sirantha {18}, Phédre (17), Josephine (15), Moirin (13), and Petra (11). Elizabeth Khoury Eden died giving birth to Petra Eden. Sonless, Charles named his deceased brother’s son, William, his heir and made the decision to marry his daughters into prominent noble houses in order to create political alliances.

The five Eden children were raised by their governess and tutors, Charles Eden spent most of his time molding his nephew into the perfect heir. Mr. Eden did not take interest in his daughters until they were of marring age. His eldest daughter, the spitting image of her mother, was to be a special case, he would wait to marry her to Walter Hawkins, for there were rumors that his wife was not far from death. His second eldest daughter was married at fourteen. The years continued to tick by, and Mr. Eden was unaware of his daughter’s constant secret rendezvous with the young handsome scout named Kegan Green or that she had left Utopia for half a year.

Finally the time had come when Walter Hawkins was a widower. Mr. Eden had plans of introducing his daughter to the old noble, but as it turned out the widower had his eyes upon the young Sirantha Eden even before his wife became ill. The young woman was heartsick, she had just lost the love of her life and now she was being treated like a piece of property to further line her father’s pockets in gold. She had a few suspicions about her betrothed, the way he looked at her would cause chills to crawl down her spine. Quietly she began to investigate the death of the previous Mrs. Walter Hawkins. Perhaps there was a way for her to escape the gilded cage and fly free.


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Name: Sirantha Eden
Gender: Female
Facial expression: Is determined, like this image [x]. Her mouth is quirked upward on one side and there is steadfastness to her gaze. Her cheeks are slightly blushed.
Hair: The color is a coppery red color
Color: [x]
Style options: [x]

Eye color: The eden color from the chart below. A light green color.
[x]

Skin color: She is a soft pinkish color -- close to the second on the right's color on this chart [x]
Outfit:
• She has a long white sleeve shirt, which tightens around the wrist and is loose about the arm and continues into a v-neck style with three buttons going down. Over her white blouse is a red leather vest that fits her body perfectly. It is tightened about her waist with a belt. [x]

• Around her neck is a silver locket, it is circular in shape and has an interact design upon its surface. [x]

• Her top stops about the hips, where her leggings begin. They are dark brown (Like the image but darker). Her boots are brown, matching that of the image. [x]

Profession: A noble woman discontent with her role as a piece of her father's property.


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She would rather not wear a dress, for she sees them as a sea of material which impedes movement and reduces the changes of a fair fight.
PostPosted: Wed May 21, 2014 1:30 pm


Name: Eleanor Maria
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Facial expression: Not a very good description, but I want her to have a soft expression. Not happy or sad, but soft. x
Hair: Her hair is styled in a fishtail side braid and falls down to her hip. x. The color is black.
Height: 5'4"
Eye color: Her eyes are an unusual shade of turquoise. x
Skin color: She is fair skinned.
Outfit:
* She wears a simple dress, much like the one depicted here: x. The undershirt is still white, and of the same styling but the corset is light brown with no pattern and the skirt is a shade of turquoise that nearly matches her eyes. (If her feet poke out anywhere from under the skirt just have her wearing flats that are the same brown as the corset.)
* Around her neck she wears a simple silver ring on a piece of black leather chord. It is positioned in the same way as the necklace in the picture of the dress.
*Lastly, she has a medium sized scar slicing diagonally across her chest as though she has been cut with a knife.

Personality:
Describe behavioral traits. Include both the good and the bad.

History:
The sound of a waterwheel gently churning outside the humble cottage was the only sound to be heard on the star filled night that Eleanor’s life was forever changed. Her mother and father slept comfortably on their rickety bed pushed to one side of the home, while Eleanor lay awake playing with the simple doll her mother had crafted for her from some extra fabric off of a bag of grain. Aside from the daily struggles of poverty all was well for the quiet little family, but fate had a mind to change that. The dilapidated door was thrown open and, along with a chilly draft of air, a sinister force that would never be forgotten slipped in.

Her father was a kindhearted ploughman who worked hard for a critical and ethnocentric lord that saw peasants as nothing more than mere farming tools. He was never pleased and seemingly took pleasure in withholding the minuscule wages he promised to those under his supervision. Though this was more out of cruelty and stinginess than a reaction to poorly done work. In spite of the harsh conditions under which he was forced to live, Eleanor’s father never complained and he never allowed bitterness to rule his thoughts or actions. He simply took what was dealt to him and treated every day as a fresh start with a possibility of bringing about something better. He was a family man through and through whose greatest joy in life was coming home to his wife and daughter.

Eleanor’s mother was an equally hard working individual who started each day well before dawn. She cooked, cleaned, mended clothing and worked in the fields like many other women in the lower ranks of society, and all while caring for her restless daughter. Unlike her father Eleanor’s mother was not the type to quietly accept ill-treatment when she saw it, but for the sake of her husband’s job and her daughter’s future she kept her mouth shut. However, the animosity of it all made her a hard woman who really only appeared to be affectionate around her family. She was not a social butterfly like her husband and preferred to keep to herself, stewing over her bottled up emotions.

The family did not have much, which was what made the events of that night even more senseless and tragic. The lord her father had so strenuously toiled under for so many years appeared, unannounced, at their house that night and unceremoniously kicked in the door. It was apparent that he was drunk as he had brought an equally as inebriated man with him in order to claim that Eleanor’s father had kidnapped one of his personal servants and that he wanted her returned to him, namely Eleanor’s mother. The entire thing was a lie but because of his wealth and position no one would question him, not even the man standing beside him who clearly knew of the lack in credibility of the claim.

It was on this one occasion that Eleanor’s father decided to fight back, to abandon his normal submissive behavior. It was because of this that he lost his life, but only after watching his beloved wife and daughter receive the punishment for his crime. The screams of torment and sorrow fell upon deaf ears as those within hearing distance either cared little for a trivial thing such as disturbing one’s tools, or they were afraid that the same would happen to them.

When Eleanor awoke the next morning her homemade dress was torn and flecked with blood and a large gash across her collarbone still bled. Her parents were nowhere to be seen but, due to the trauma, her mind constructed a block so she would not have to relive the horrors from the night before. The only tokens she had from the life she once knew were a scar and a single silver ring from a pair. It was a few days later that she was found in a catatonic state walking along wall Maria. She would not speak for many months, and even after she did begin to talk the mystery of her past would never be revealed as she had forgotten much of it.

After receiving the name Eleanor Maria from the stationary guard who had found her she was taken in by an older gentleman who worked as a physician to the outer districts. It was from him that she learned all she currently knows about wound care and herbs, for he had originally intended to groom her as his permanent assistant until he passed away from an illness he contracted from one of his patients.

Regal Renegade
Vice Captain

Eloquent Elocutionist


Thalea
Captain

Devoted Mage

PostPosted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 1:06 am


The Devilishly Handsome “Reformed” Thief

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Name: Diaval Rose
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 11”
Facial expression: Cocky grin, with a slight coloration to his cheeks.
Hair: Black with a tousled look [x]
Eye color: Blue [x]
Skin color: A slight tan, and a tribal tattoo on his chest heading toward his right arm [x]
Profession: Trainee
Outfit: Mix 'n match
• Bandage tube top with the standard straps
• No jacket
• Standard uniform for the legs

Personality:
Describe behavioral traits. Include both the good and the bad.

History:
Include details such as hobbies, family, job, or whatever you want.
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