Post by Queen Anmaree of Nehan on Dec 5, 2013 23:02:14 GMT -5
Name
Queen Anmaree of Nehan
Nickname(s)
Your Majesty, Your Highness, Anmaree to her family and close friends.
Some of her subjects prefer to call her by other- less flattering- names. But to be caught using any of these would certainly have dire consequences.
Played by
Bree
Age
37
Date of Birth
June 7
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Practice
Black Sorceress
Abilities
The Sight
Loyalty
The Crown
Status/Occupation
Queen of Nehan
Appearance
Anmaree is well-known across Litharia for her beauty and grace. The Queen is tall, nearly six feet, she has a lithe body, and delicate features. She is relatively pale, for a Black Sorceress, her skin is a light coffee color, soft and blemish free. Her blond hair is often meticulously pinned or plaited, but when it is left down, it falls past her waist in loose waves. Her green eyes are set against high, sculpted cheek bones.
Anmaree is undeniably vain, and under no illusions about how important her physical appearance is to the public's opinion of her. Therefore, she is always perfectly made up, refusing to be seen with so much as an eyelash out of place. She has a preference for gowns in a vast array of colors, though blues, greens and yellows are her favorites. Her clothing is elegant, but never ostentatious, and she is as renowned for her style as she is for her beauty, often setting the trends among the nobility.
Personality
Cunning ● Ambitious ● Envious ● Detached ● Driven
Though she is most often regarded for her beauty and her icy demeanor, to underestimate the Queen's wit is a grave mistake. Anmaree is a woman of great intelligence, gifted not only in philosophy, the arts, and sorcery, but in the way she deals with others as well. The queen is not easily fooled, and has a talent for manipulation. She knows how to play to other's emotions and fears, and is no stranger to using this to get her way.
And Anmaree usually does get her way. The strong-willed queen is every bit as avaricious as her husband can be. When she puts her mind to something, it is foolish to try and stand in her way, for the queen can be vengeful too. She is an extremely jealous woman, resentful of anyone- especially other women- that she feels takes the spotlight away from herself.
Anmaree also comes off as a very cold, and distant person. Her power and position tends to intimidate others, and she has few close bonds outside of her family. She is a proud and devoted mother, but has less than conventional ways of showing it. She is constantly pressuring her son to do better. To become a better scholar, a better soldier. This seems to be her way of showing him affection, and preparing him for his future as king.
History
Anmaree's path was laid out for her before she was born. Quirinoh's father had promised his favorite cousin that his first born daughter would be queen, and so Anmaree was betrothed to the young prince at her birth, when he himself was just four years old. She was raised with this destiny always in mind, and from infancy, Anmaree was groomed to be Litharia's queen.
She was a clever child, excelling at all of her studies. She was raised to be a proper and obedient woman, respectful of the Gods and of her future husband. She was doted on, but never allowed to become spoiled, for this is an undesirable trait in a princess and future queen. In many ways, Anmaree had a lonely childhood, and this loneliness only increased as she grew up.
Her parents were very strict about who their daughter could socialize with, even among the nobility. Many of the people Anmaree was allowed to be around feared her, and the consequences of upsetting her, and so for most of her young life, she was avoided, bonding only with her siblings.
When she was 16 years old, Anmaree was married to Quirinoh. For the early part of their marriage, they were on friendly terms, but she was a smart girl, and quickly realized that her husband seemed to display nothing more than an almost brotherly affection for her.
After Thrasius was born, the queen had hopes that this would change. By giving Quirinoh a male heir, Anmaree had fulfilled her duty to her husband, and her country. For the first two years of her son's life, the queen was a dedicated, happy mother. But even so, she was not allowed to do much in the way of raising him.
She was 20 when her Quirinoh took Stehfanie's mother as a concubine, and her stepdaughter was born. The birth of the princess made Anmaree a jealous woman, competing- and failing- to gain her husband's love. She became bitter, questioning why she couldn't hold his attention, when she could capture the minds of other men. And as the young princess grew up, the queen's jealousy only intensified.
It was not only among her family, but among the people where Anmaree found herself constantly over shadowed. Where the public had once been captivated by the young queen, they now viewed her as cold, and unfeeling. They turned affectionately to other members of the nobility, such as Lady Marianne- the wife of the captain of her husband's guard- who they viewed as sympathetic to their causes.
Feeling unwanted by her people, and by her family- by now, even Thrasius seemed to prefer his sister's company to hers- the Queen became extremely withdrawn. She is a smart woman, and is starting to realize that Quirinoh felt no more passionately about Stehfanie's mother than he did about her. For the sake of her family, and her husband's reputation, she has kept this knowledge to herself, but her respect for her husband has started to wane, and the queen harbors resentment towards Quirinoh. She would like nothing more than to see Thrasius take his place as king, and be the one to destroy the Fae and conquer Litharia. But for now, she supports her husband, and his cause. Publicly, at least.
Roleplay Sample
It took them hours to do the Queen's hair. Her hand maiden's sorted the soft pale curls with nimble fingers, rolling and pinning them, twisting and shaping until each strand of snowy blonde hair was in its proper place. And when they were finished, they left behind a work of art. Others primed, painted, polished and primped, and by the time the final corset strings on Anmaree's gown were tightened, she had been transformed from a human being into a living, breathing masterpiece. Something breath-taking. Something to be admired.
Her image, they told her, her face, gave people hope. Just the sight of her was an inspiration to her people. The sight of her only. If she had ever done anything more for her people, if she had ever given her husband a word of political advice, if by her own hand, or judgement, the country had ever found itself better off- no one would ever know it. Her duty was to be a mother to her people. To be an example for other women. To be completely obedient to her husband, to the gods, and to her country. To be seen and not heard.
If given the opportunity, Queen Anmaree of Nehan could have been just as effective a ruler as her husband. She had offered Quirinoh her counsel on many occasions, and he most often accepted it. If their roles had been reversed, and she was the leader, and he just a figurehead, she could have accomplished just as much. Destroyed the enemies, united their people against the fae. But that was not what the people wanted from her. They did not want to hear her. They only wanted to see her.
And for how long? With words, and actions, one could remain loved and adored by their people for ages. The tales of kings who had long ago gone to join the Gods still inspired. But Anmaree's usefulness would expire long before her life was over. Every morning, as she sat and let her servants do their work, Anmaree knew that she was slowly being robbed of her influence. Within years her beauty would begin to fade. And so would her relevance.
She had power, and respect. But Anmaree knew that she was beginning to lose it. And not just among the common people.
It had been years since Quirinoh had even pretended to regard her as anything more than a friend. And even that friendship, though it had been strong in their youth, had faded. He did what was necessary to maintain appearances- to keep up his act- but she knew he felt nothing for her. It disgusted her. She had spent years, all of her youth trying to earn his affection. Wondering why he didn't love her.
She knew he loved his children, could he not even spare a drop of that love for her? After all she had done for him? She had spent hours wondering what she had done to deserve such scorn. Only to discover that it wasn't her fault at all. Her only fault was being born a woman. She had already resented him for it- and this discovery just made her resent him even more. She couldn't stand in the same room as her husband, without having to fight a bitterness that she could almost feel flowing through her. Like it ran in her veins.
The Queen's eyes flashed, as she stared at herself in the mirror, her lips curling into a soft frown, as her servants nestled her crown on top of her head, securing it to her hair. Then, they covered her eyes with an ornate mask- one covered in scales made of gold and emeralds. Today, was the masquerade where her son would try to find his future bride. She was proud of him. He would be twice the man his father was. Twice the ruler.
But she could hardly look at meeting her future daughter-in-law with joy. The masquerade marked the beginning of the end of her rule. For it was there that she would meet her replacement.
Queen Anmaree of Nehan
Nickname(s)
Your Majesty, Your Highness, Anmaree to her family and close friends.
Some of her subjects prefer to call her by other- less flattering- names. But to be caught using any of these would certainly have dire consequences.
Played by
Bree
Age
37
Date of Birth
June 7
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Practice
Black Sorceress
Abilities
The Sight
Loyalty
The Crown
Status/Occupation
Queen of Nehan
Appearance
Anmaree is well-known across Litharia for her beauty and grace. The Queen is tall, nearly six feet, she has a lithe body, and delicate features. She is relatively pale, for a Black Sorceress, her skin is a light coffee color, soft and blemish free. Her blond hair is often meticulously pinned or plaited, but when it is left down, it falls past her waist in loose waves. Her green eyes are set against high, sculpted cheek bones.
Anmaree is undeniably vain, and under no illusions about how important her physical appearance is to the public's opinion of her. Therefore, she is always perfectly made up, refusing to be seen with so much as an eyelash out of place. She has a preference for gowns in a vast array of colors, though blues, greens and yellows are her favorites. Her clothing is elegant, but never ostentatious, and she is as renowned for her style as she is for her beauty, often setting the trends among the nobility.
Personality
Cunning ● Ambitious ● Envious ● Detached ● Driven
Though she is most often regarded for her beauty and her icy demeanor, to underestimate the Queen's wit is a grave mistake. Anmaree is a woman of great intelligence, gifted not only in philosophy, the arts, and sorcery, but in the way she deals with others as well. The queen is not easily fooled, and has a talent for manipulation. She knows how to play to other's emotions and fears, and is no stranger to using this to get her way.
And Anmaree usually does get her way. The strong-willed queen is every bit as avaricious as her husband can be. When she puts her mind to something, it is foolish to try and stand in her way, for the queen can be vengeful too. She is an extremely jealous woman, resentful of anyone- especially other women- that she feels takes the spotlight away from herself.
Anmaree also comes off as a very cold, and distant person. Her power and position tends to intimidate others, and she has few close bonds outside of her family. She is a proud and devoted mother, but has less than conventional ways of showing it. She is constantly pressuring her son to do better. To become a better scholar, a better soldier. This seems to be her way of showing him affection, and preparing him for his future as king.
History
Anmaree's path was laid out for her before she was born. Quirinoh's father had promised his favorite cousin that his first born daughter would be queen, and so Anmaree was betrothed to the young prince at her birth, when he himself was just four years old. She was raised with this destiny always in mind, and from infancy, Anmaree was groomed to be Litharia's queen.
She was a clever child, excelling at all of her studies. She was raised to be a proper and obedient woman, respectful of the Gods and of her future husband. She was doted on, but never allowed to become spoiled, for this is an undesirable trait in a princess and future queen. In many ways, Anmaree had a lonely childhood, and this loneliness only increased as she grew up.
Her parents were very strict about who their daughter could socialize with, even among the nobility. Many of the people Anmaree was allowed to be around feared her, and the consequences of upsetting her, and so for most of her young life, she was avoided, bonding only with her siblings.
When she was 16 years old, Anmaree was married to Quirinoh. For the early part of their marriage, they were on friendly terms, but she was a smart girl, and quickly realized that her husband seemed to display nothing more than an almost brotherly affection for her.
After Thrasius was born, the queen had hopes that this would change. By giving Quirinoh a male heir, Anmaree had fulfilled her duty to her husband, and her country. For the first two years of her son's life, the queen was a dedicated, happy mother. But even so, she was not allowed to do much in the way of raising him.
She was 20 when her Quirinoh took Stehfanie's mother as a concubine, and her stepdaughter was born. The birth of the princess made Anmaree a jealous woman, competing- and failing- to gain her husband's love. She became bitter, questioning why she couldn't hold his attention, when she could capture the minds of other men. And as the young princess grew up, the queen's jealousy only intensified.
It was not only among her family, but among the people where Anmaree found herself constantly over shadowed. Where the public had once been captivated by the young queen, they now viewed her as cold, and unfeeling. They turned affectionately to other members of the nobility, such as Lady Marianne- the wife of the captain of her husband's guard- who they viewed as sympathetic to their causes.
Feeling unwanted by her people, and by her family- by now, even Thrasius seemed to prefer his sister's company to hers- the Queen became extremely withdrawn. She is a smart woman, and is starting to realize that Quirinoh felt no more passionately about Stehfanie's mother than he did about her. For the sake of her family, and her husband's reputation, she has kept this knowledge to herself, but her respect for her husband has started to wane, and the queen harbors resentment towards Quirinoh. She would like nothing more than to see Thrasius take his place as king, and be the one to destroy the Fae and conquer Litharia. But for now, she supports her husband, and his cause. Publicly, at least.
Roleplay Sample
It took them hours to do the Queen's hair. Her hand maiden's sorted the soft pale curls with nimble fingers, rolling and pinning them, twisting and shaping until each strand of snowy blonde hair was in its proper place. And when they were finished, they left behind a work of art. Others primed, painted, polished and primped, and by the time the final corset strings on Anmaree's gown were tightened, she had been transformed from a human being into a living, breathing masterpiece. Something breath-taking. Something to be admired.
Her image, they told her, her face, gave people hope. Just the sight of her was an inspiration to her people. The sight of her only. If she had ever done anything more for her people, if she had ever given her husband a word of political advice, if by her own hand, or judgement, the country had ever found itself better off- no one would ever know it. Her duty was to be a mother to her people. To be an example for other women. To be completely obedient to her husband, to the gods, and to her country. To be seen and not heard.
If given the opportunity, Queen Anmaree of Nehan could have been just as effective a ruler as her husband. She had offered Quirinoh her counsel on many occasions, and he most often accepted it. If their roles had been reversed, and she was the leader, and he just a figurehead, she could have accomplished just as much. Destroyed the enemies, united their people against the fae. But that was not what the people wanted from her. They did not want to hear her. They only wanted to see her.
And for how long? With words, and actions, one could remain loved and adored by their people for ages. The tales of kings who had long ago gone to join the Gods still inspired. But Anmaree's usefulness would expire long before her life was over. Every morning, as she sat and let her servants do their work, Anmaree knew that she was slowly being robbed of her influence. Within years her beauty would begin to fade. And so would her relevance.
She had power, and respect. But Anmaree knew that she was beginning to lose it. And not just among the common people.
It had been years since Quirinoh had even pretended to regard her as anything more than a friend. And even that friendship, though it had been strong in their youth, had faded. He did what was necessary to maintain appearances- to keep up his act- but she knew he felt nothing for her. It disgusted her. She had spent years, all of her youth trying to earn his affection. Wondering why he didn't love her.
She knew he loved his children, could he not even spare a drop of that love for her? After all she had done for him? She had spent hours wondering what she had done to deserve such scorn. Only to discover that it wasn't her fault at all. Her only fault was being born a woman. She had already resented him for it- and this discovery just made her resent him even more. She couldn't stand in the same room as her husband, without having to fight a bitterness that she could almost feel flowing through her. Like it ran in her veins.
The Queen's eyes flashed, as she stared at herself in the mirror, her lips curling into a soft frown, as her servants nestled her crown on top of her head, securing it to her hair. Then, they covered her eyes with an ornate mask- one covered in scales made of gold and emeralds. Today, was the masquerade where her son would try to find his future bride. She was proud of him. He would be twice the man his father was. Twice the ruler.
But she could hardly look at meeting her future daughter-in-law with joy. The masquerade marked the beginning of the end of her rule. For it was there that she would meet her replacement.