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ALORA
Princess of Gabranth.
"I want very much to see the world through open eyes... Unafraid and with conviction."
GENERAL
Name || Alora Elianna Fortune
Pronunciation || Ah-LOR-a EL-e-ah-nah For-TUNE
Nickname || Lor (abbrv.); Water Lily (pet)
Titles || Princess
Species || Human
Date of Birth || Summer, Month 6
Zodiac || Merfin
Age || Nineteen
Place of Birth || Gabranth
Pronunciation || Ah-LOR-a EL-e-ah-nah For-TUNE
Nickname || Lor (abbrv.); Water Lily (pet)
Titles || Princess
Species || Human
Date of Birth || Summer, Month 6
Zodiac || Merfin
Age || Nineteen
Place of Birth || Gabranth
"We are given one chance in this life
to make something of ourselves.
One chance to build our legacies.
It is too easy, too tempting
to neglect this opportunity to
change who we are to better
reflect the person we long to
be seen as."
to make something of ourselves.
One chance to build our legacies.
It is too easy, too tempting
to neglect this opportunity to
change who we are to better
reflect the person we long to
be seen as."
APPEARANCE
Eye Color || Blue
Hair Color || Dark blonde
Hair Style/Length || Mid-back, wavy
Height || 5'5"
Weight || 130lbs.
Body Type || Narrow waist, full bust and hips.
Body Modifications/Accessories || Pierced ears
Written Appearance || Where the men are dark, the Fortune women all favor lighter coloring; Fair skin, soft blue eyes and hair of blonde. Smaller than her mother, Alora nevertheless is a younger picture of the woman, lithe and lovely, possessing an hourglass figure, delicate hands and feet and the twist of a permanent smile at the corner of her full lips.
While undeniably beautiful, Alora can be, at times quite vain about her how she looks, and is rarely if not ever seen without the uttermost care given towards her appearance. Oddly enough, despite her vanity, she is most attractive with very little ornamentation at all.
Ornamentation, however, is Alora's most favored attribute and it is not unusual for guests and well informed suitors to present the princess with extravagant jewelry or intricate hair combs.
Hair Color || Dark blonde
Hair Style/Length || Mid-back, wavy
Height || 5'5"
Weight || 130lbs.
Body Type || Narrow waist, full bust and hips.
Body Modifications/Accessories || Pierced ears
Written Appearance || Where the men are dark, the Fortune women all favor lighter coloring; Fair skin, soft blue eyes and hair of blonde. Smaller than her mother, Alora nevertheless is a younger picture of the woman, lithe and lovely, possessing an hourglass figure, delicate hands and feet and the twist of a permanent smile at the corner of her full lips.
While undeniably beautiful, Alora can be, at times quite vain about her how she looks, and is rarely if not ever seen without the uttermost care given towards her appearance. Oddly enough, despite her vanity, she is most attractive with very little ornamentation at all.
Ornamentation, however, is Alora's most favored attribute and it is not unusual for guests and well informed suitors to present the princess with extravagant jewelry or intricate hair combs.
PERSONALITY
Personality Traits ||
✥ Gentle | Alora loathes violence of any nature.
✥ Curious | She has a strong sense of wonder, particularly about those things which are otherwise off limits or forbidden.
✥ Compassionate | Her heart is almost always towards those in need, even if she doesn't always understand what those particular needs are.
✥ Idealistic | She had an often times unrealistic view of the way the world works, and expects the same from others that she herself gives willingly.
Strengths ||
A strong sense of empathy.
An optimistic outlook in most matters.
An indefatigable spirit of goodness.
Weaknesses ||
A naive view of the world.
A strained relationship with her siblings.
An untamed curiosity for 'locked doors'.
Quirks ||
Despite it being somewhat frowned upon, most especially by her mother, Alora thoroughly enjoys reading and is almost never seen without a book.
MBPT || ESFJ
Alignment || Lawful Neutral
✥ Gentle | Alora loathes violence of any nature.
✥ Curious | She has a strong sense of wonder, particularly about those things which are otherwise off limits or forbidden.
✥ Compassionate | Her heart is almost always towards those in need, even if she doesn't always understand what those particular needs are.
✥ Idealistic | She had an often times unrealistic view of the way the world works, and expects the same from others that she herself gives willingly.
Strengths ||
A strong sense of empathy.
An optimistic outlook in most matters.
An indefatigable spirit of goodness.
Weaknesses ||
A naive view of the world.
A strained relationship with her siblings.
An untamed curiosity for 'locked doors'.
Quirks ||
Despite it being somewhat frowned upon, most especially by her mother, Alora thoroughly enjoys reading and is almost never seen without a book.
MBPT || ESFJ
Alignment || Lawful Neutral
History
Alora was born beneath a brilliant sun on an exceptionally hot summer afternoon, in a room of stark white. The second child to the King and Queen of Gabranth, her birth was nevertheless celebrated throughout the land. A daughter, after all, was an impressive commodity to have and at the start, she proved quite lovely, if not a little vapid.
By her seventh birthday, it came time for Alora to bond with her fairy. Miore was a wisp of a thing, herself, but as spirited and gracious as any might hope for their fairy to be. Even early on, there's was a relationship defined by trust and respect, something, unfortunately, Alora did not share with the majority of her family. Shallow was the word that could be used to describe her kin, and while Alora herself would never admit it aloud, it wasn't difficult to see in the way that their people were treated. Strife and suffering was all but ignored, in favor of grand galas and parties, anything at all it took to further Gabranth's reach, politically.
Unfortunately, seeing it was as far as Alora ever seemed to get. Understanding what was happening appeared above the young princess's reach, and doing anything to prevent the people's mistreatment further, still.
But as Alora grew, she began to study, delving into books - one after the other- and experiencing the world from so many different views opened the young princess's eyes to the faults in her own. She began to question... and through these questions developed something of a contentious relationship with her father and brother, the latter in particular.
Alora's engagement was announce upon her fifteenth birthday, to a much older man - a noble well beneath Alora's station. To those who cared to see it for what it was, it was viewed as a punishment for her insolence, as it all but guaranteed that Alora would lose her title as princess and fade into obscurity. Her wedding was to take place almost immediately, but her betrothed fell ill and remained so for many years. It was only recently that it was decided Alora would instead marry his son - freshly divorced, and also well her senior.
Plot Arcs || Alora's betrothal to Lord Bishop Gaventry, a much older man and decidedly a poor fit. It is well known speculation that this betrothal is largely due to Alora's recently adapted behavior of speaking out against her father and brother's policies towards the citizens of their kingdom.
By her seventh birthday, it came time for Alora to bond with her fairy. Miore was a wisp of a thing, herself, but as spirited and gracious as any might hope for their fairy to be. Even early on, there's was a relationship defined by trust and respect, something, unfortunately, Alora did not share with the majority of her family. Shallow was the word that could be used to describe her kin, and while Alora herself would never admit it aloud, it wasn't difficult to see in the way that their people were treated. Strife and suffering was all but ignored, in favor of grand galas and parties, anything at all it took to further Gabranth's reach, politically.
Unfortunately, seeing it was as far as Alora ever seemed to get. Understanding what was happening appeared above the young princess's reach, and doing anything to prevent the people's mistreatment further, still.
But as Alora grew, she began to study, delving into books - one after the other- and experiencing the world from so many different views opened the young princess's eyes to the faults in her own. She began to question... and through these questions developed something of a contentious relationship with her father and brother, the latter in particular.
Alora's engagement was announce upon her fifteenth birthday, to a much older man - a noble well beneath Alora's station. To those who cared to see it for what it was, it was viewed as a punishment for her insolence, as it all but guaranteed that Alora would lose her title as princess and fade into obscurity. Her wedding was to take place almost immediately, but her betrothed fell ill and remained so for many years. It was only recently that it was decided Alora would instead marry his son - freshly divorced, and also well her senior.
Plot Arcs || Alora's betrothal to Lord Bishop Gaventry, a much older man and decidedly a poor fit. It is well known speculation that this betrothal is largely due to Alora's recently adapted behavior of speaking out against her father and brother's policies towards the citizens of their kingdom.
DETAILS
Inventory ||
On her person, Alora will almost always carry...
✥ A white lace handkerchief
✥ A blue sapphire ring bearing
✥ the family crest
✥ A book of some variant
✥ A small ornamental stiletto
Occupation || The Princess of Gabranth - Currently slated for a morgantic marriage to a much older nobleman, Alora's title will be forfeit following their union.
Bonded || Fairy; Miore (Me-Or-Ay) is a young, precocious creature, intensely pedantic in both her appearance and handlings. Fair skinned, Miore possesses hip length hair with a silver sheen and violet-grey eyes. Her form is willowy, like a birch, and especially long for a fairy, her wings bright vibrant blue and black.
Education || Alora's education has been extensive for a woman of her position - finding she enjoyed the written word at a young age, she studied under many tutors and has learned both to read and write, efficiently, despite her mother and sister's claims that a woman who 'studies' is a horror at court and she'd be seen as a terribly pretentious snob.
On her person, Alora will almost always carry...
✥ A white lace handkerchief
✥ A blue sapphire ring bearing
✥ the family crest
✥ A book of some variant
✥ A small ornamental stiletto
Bonded || Fairy; Miore (Me-Or-Ay) is a young, precocious creature, intensely pedantic in both her appearance and handlings. Fair skinned, Miore possesses hip length hair with a silver sheen and violet-grey eyes. Her form is willowy, like a birch, and especially long for a fairy, her wings bright vibrant blue and black.
Education || Alora's education has been extensive for a woman of her position - finding she enjoyed the written word at a young age, she studied under many tutors and has learned both to read and write, efficiently, despite her mother and sister's claims that a woman who 'studies' is a horror at court and she'd be seen as a terribly pretentious snob.
RELATIONS
Social
Betrothed | Lord Bishop Gaventry III
Familial
Father | King Rothgard Fortune
Mother | Queen Avenia Fortune
Brother | Prince Tennison Fortune
Sister | Princess Mallory Fortune
Grandfather | King Remington Fortune
Grandmother | Queen Amandla Fortune
Uncle | Lord Reginald Fortune
Aunt | Lady Maureen Fortune
Cousin | Holden Fortune
Cousin | Avarice Fortune
Family Crest || The crest of the Fortune family is a delicate golden peacock abreast emerald green - the emblem was changed upon the even of King Rothgard's coronation when his father, ill with fever, recognized that, in his words, his 'idiot peacock of a son was actually going to inherit the throne'. Despite the intended insult, Rothgard kept the crest, to save face after what he referred to as his ailing father's embarrassing spectacle.
Betrothed | Lord Bishop Gaventry III
Familial
Father | King Rothgard Fortune
Mother | Queen Avenia Fortune
Brother | Prince Tennison Fortune
Sister | Princess Mallory Fortune
Grandfather | King Remington Fortune
Grandmother | Queen Amandla Fortune
Uncle | Lord Reginald Fortune
Aunt | Lady Maureen Fortune
Cousin | Holden Fortune
Cousin | Avarice Fortune
Family Crest || The crest of the Fortune family is a delicate golden peacock abreast emerald green - the emblem was changed upon the even of King Rothgard's coronation when his father, ill with fever, recognized that, in his words, his 'idiot peacock of a son was actually going to inherit the throne'. Despite the intended insult, Rothgard kept the crest, to save face after what he referred to as his ailing father's embarrassing spectacle.
ARMAMENTS
Magic Tier || Lower
Attuned Element || Water
Fleuntia || Solis
Main Weapon || While she abhors the idea of any sort of violence, Alora is trained in the art of archery, and is, in fact quite the decent shot with a bow - capable of hitting the bullseye of a target from nearly fifteen paces.
Her bow is yew, smooth and finely curved, with intricate carvings along the shaft, etched in silver. Each arrow is crafted in with silver tipped heads, the feathers a deep blue and burgundy.
Despite being well gifted in archery, she does not participate in any hunts, though once during her training, accidentally grazed a page boy in the arm with an arrow, a mortifying incident few ever speak of.
Secondary Weapon || On public excursions outside the safety of the palace, Alora is required to carry on her person a small stiletto blade. The handle is ivory, ornamental with gold filigree, the sheath gold, with the etched image of a peacock across it's face.
Attuned Element || Water
Fleuntia || Solis
Main Weapon || While she abhors the idea of any sort of violence, Alora is trained in the art of archery, and is, in fact quite the decent shot with a bow - capable of hitting the bullseye of a target from nearly fifteen paces.
Her bow is yew, smooth and finely curved, with intricate carvings along the shaft, etched in silver. Each arrow is crafted in with silver tipped heads, the feathers a deep blue and burgundy.
Despite being well gifted in archery, she does not participate in any hunts, though once during her training, accidentally grazed a page boy in the arm with an arrow, a mortifying incident few ever speak of.
Secondary Weapon || On public excursions outside the safety of the palace, Alora is required to carry on her person a small stiletto blade. The handle is ivory, ornamental with gold filigree, the sheath gold, with the etched image of a peacock across it's face.
Writing Prompt
Alora sat in the solarium, sunlight falling in streams through the domed window overheard, incandescent ribbons dancing across the yellowed parchment. She stared down at the pages with hardened intensity, but while her eyes moved along the lines, her mind was transfixed elsewhere.
Bishop Gaventry the Third was a man of incomparable size. What he most unfortunately lacked in height, for he stood barely to Alora's chin, he made up for in girth - rotund, squashed, shapeless man. He had very little neck, so where the lace of his cravat met his jawline there was a discomforting pinched redness in the folds of his many chins, and his fingers poked out from beneath his lace cuffs like tiny sausages. A head of thinning blonde hair sat in a tuft atop his round head and beady grey-blue eyes, like flat, matte pearls, sat deep in their sockets. His lips would not have been wholly unattractive on another man, but on his face they appeared far too feminine, which was an overall disquieting contribution to otherwise bland and dreary features.
He was dressed in a noxious green color, that made his sallow skin more yellow than white, and the more she stared at him, the more in occurred to her how he seemed closer to a toad, in fact, than man. He was forty... She supposed that she should've been grateful. His father, to whom she had previously been betrothed before an untimely illness had befallen him, was well into his sixties. His son, married at the time, was divorced now, and proved a suitable replacement for her future husband.
Her nurse, Rowena, had called in mean-spirited, but Alora saw something more disparaging than that in the future union. He was trying to shut her up... and if he had his way, he would finally find success.
"Dear girl." Bishop croaked, and looking up, Alora noticed he had come closer, his hands resting on his squat hips as he looked down his knob-like nose at her, "Reading is for Scholars and Monks. Not Princesses. Good Heavens, child... has no one taught you manners? Well. We'll soon have that remedied, won't we?"
Her lip twitched downward, but from the corner of her eye she could see her mother standing in the doorway, and fighting the frown, she bowed her head, "Yes, My Lord. I'm certain we will."
"Good girl. Now then... Let's have it, hmm?" Wiggling his fat little fingers at her, Alora did her best not to cringe, and with a small, weak smile, she handed over the book, "There we are. Come. I'd like a walk. I hear your gardens are magnificent. We've no room for them back home, of course, but you'll be far too busy raising our children to waste time on roses, as it is. Take my arm, child."
He held it out to her, and as she rose, she eyed it for a moment before linking her arm through his, a sweaty palm encapsulating her own. This time, she did flinch, though she was sure he hadn't seen it.
"I come from a rather small family. But I think we shall change that. You're older than I'd like... but you've got a few years in you, yet. I'm thinking eleven... All boys, of course. I've no use for girls... Don't know why anyone bothers with them, to be perfectly hon--"
"...How would you have children, without a woman, M'lord?" As the words left her mouth, Alora knew she'd made a mistake. He paused, and all but threw her arm from his, and as Alora took a tentative step backwards, those eerily opalescent eyes narrowed up at her.
"Why... You petulant little--"
"Please forgive my daughter, Lord Gaventry." Her mother's voice interjected, smooth and fluid as the woman herself and as she stepped forward, she met the nobleman with a brilliant, sun-warm smile, "She often speaks her mind, but we all know the worth of a woman's tongue." Laughing softly, she reached out and patted Alora's arm.
"Three months till we're wed, Your Majesty. You will have her properly broken in, yes? I will not have an insolent bride."
"Of course, Lord Gaventry. Now then, you spoke of the gardens? You really must let me show you..." Deftly, she had secured Bishop's arm and leading him away, she flashed Alora a look. It wasn't anger... or irritation, but disappointment and as Alora was left to herself in the bright, sunny space she felt suddenly frigid, her eyes stinging with tears.
Bishop Gaventry the Third was a man of incomparable size. What he most unfortunately lacked in height, for he stood barely to Alora's chin, he made up for in girth - rotund, squashed, shapeless man. He had very little neck, so where the lace of his cravat met his jawline there was a discomforting pinched redness in the folds of his many chins, and his fingers poked out from beneath his lace cuffs like tiny sausages. A head of thinning blonde hair sat in a tuft atop his round head and beady grey-blue eyes, like flat, matte pearls, sat deep in their sockets. His lips would not have been wholly unattractive on another man, but on his face they appeared far too feminine, which was an overall disquieting contribution to otherwise bland and dreary features.
He was dressed in a noxious green color, that made his sallow skin more yellow than white, and the more she stared at him, the more in occurred to her how he seemed closer to a toad, in fact, than man. He was forty... She supposed that she should've been grateful. His father, to whom she had previously been betrothed before an untimely illness had befallen him, was well into his sixties. His son, married at the time, was divorced now, and proved a suitable replacement for her future husband.
Her nurse, Rowena, had called in mean-spirited, but Alora saw something more disparaging than that in the future union. He was trying to shut her up... and if he had his way, he would finally find success.
"Dear girl." Bishop croaked, and looking up, Alora noticed he had come closer, his hands resting on his squat hips as he looked down his knob-like nose at her, "Reading is for Scholars and Monks. Not Princesses. Good Heavens, child... has no one taught you manners? Well. We'll soon have that remedied, won't we?"
Her lip twitched downward, but from the corner of her eye she could see her mother standing in the doorway, and fighting the frown, she bowed her head, "Yes, My Lord. I'm certain we will."
"Good girl. Now then... Let's have it, hmm?" Wiggling his fat little fingers at her, Alora did her best not to cringe, and with a small, weak smile, she handed over the book, "There we are. Come. I'd like a walk. I hear your gardens are magnificent. We've no room for them back home, of course, but you'll be far too busy raising our children to waste time on roses, as it is. Take my arm, child."
He held it out to her, and as she rose, she eyed it for a moment before linking her arm through his, a sweaty palm encapsulating her own. This time, she did flinch, though she was sure he hadn't seen it.
"I come from a rather small family. But I think we shall change that. You're older than I'd like... but you've got a few years in you, yet. I'm thinking eleven... All boys, of course. I've no use for girls... Don't know why anyone bothers with them, to be perfectly hon--"
"...How would you have children, without a woman, M'lord?" As the words left her mouth, Alora knew she'd made a mistake. He paused, and all but threw her arm from his, and as Alora took a tentative step backwards, those eerily opalescent eyes narrowed up at her.
"Why... You petulant little--"
"Please forgive my daughter, Lord Gaventry." Her mother's voice interjected, smooth and fluid as the woman herself and as she stepped forward, she met the nobleman with a brilliant, sun-warm smile, "She often speaks her mind, but we all know the worth of a woman's tongue." Laughing softly, she reached out and patted Alora's arm.
"Three months till we're wed, Your Majesty. You will have her properly broken in, yes? I will not have an insolent bride."
"Of course, Lord Gaventry. Now then, you spoke of the gardens? You really must let me show you..." Deftly, she had secured Bishop's arm and leading him away, she flashed Alora a look. It wasn't anger... or irritation, but disappointment and as Alora was left to herself in the bright, sunny space she felt suddenly frigid, her eyes stinging with tears.
Bless Jihae for the starting base behind this code
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