Post by Lady Devon Aldarion on Feb 24, 2012 4:55:05 GMT -5
Name: Lady Devon Aldarion, nee Marshall of Norwood
Nickname(s): Devon, Dev
Played by: Archer
Age: 19
Date of Birth: August 11
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Practice: Artisan x Warrior
Loyalty: The Crown, her family
Status/Occupation: Wife of Lucius Aldarion
Associated NPC(s): Reese, her older brother and the middle child of the Marshall family. Reese moved to the City to begin his training as a Knight at the same time that Devon moved there to get married, and the two are very close.
Abilities:
Crafter Affinity
Character Creation Rumplestiltskin: Devon can craft masterpieces out of seemingly useless materials.
50 Posts Fabric Transmutation: Devon is able to transmute up to 50m of any fabric into an equivalent amount of any other fabric. If the object being transmuted is a garment or other crafted object it holds its original shape.
Pets and Items:
Cider Eight year old male English Springer Spaniel, liver and white in colour. Devon's loyal companion was given to her for her eleventh birthday and she took him to the Ice Castle with her when she moved.
Cashmere Twelve year old light-riding mare, silver grullo in colour with three white socks. Cash was Devon's riding horse at Norwood and was also moved to the Castle when Devon relocated for her marriage.
We wasted so many truths
that we depend
on getting by
another lie
on every other thing that dies
that we depend
on getting by
another lie
on every other thing that dies
Appearance
Devon takes strongly after her mother, a Lady of the House Baine renowned for their beauty and artistic skill. She is the same height at five foot five and has a similar slender frame and elegant bone structure. Her hair and eyes, however, come from her father's line the Marshalls. This house is known for producing fine warriors in their sons and artisans in their daughters, and Devon takes her near-black hair from her father Orwell. Her eyes are identical to her late Grandfather on the Marshall side, a deep navy blue. She also inherited the ivory skin tone of her father's family.
The Marshalls are a noble family and, as befitting a woman of high birth, Devon dresses opulently. She has no lack of beautiful dresses and jewellery, the former of which she often creates herself.
Devon takes strongly after her mother, a Lady of the House Baine renowned for their beauty and artistic skill. She is the same height at five foot five and has a similar slender frame and elegant bone structure. Her hair and eyes, however, come from her father's line the Marshalls. This house is known for producing fine warriors in their sons and artisans in their daughters, and Devon takes her near-black hair from her father Orwell. Her eyes are identical to her late Grandfather on the Marshall side, a deep navy blue. She also inherited the ivory skin tone of her father's family.
The Marshalls are a noble family and, as befitting a woman of high birth, Devon dresses opulently. She has no lack of beautiful dresses and jewellery, the former of which she often creates herself.
and as his voice beckons out
i hear the end
the end of trauma slowly setting in
my body seems to stop and freeze
stop
i hear the end
the end of trauma slowly setting in
my body seems to stop and freeze
stop
Personality
High-Spirited
Smart, playful and mischievous, Devon is known as something of a trouble maker amongst the household staff. Though not at all mean she can be cheeky and, despite the demands of her birth, manages to make her own fun. She is fond of riding and hawking and loves being outdoors.
Passionate
Ever since childhood Devon has fought for what she believes in. She forbids any ill-treatment of animals within her father's lands, insists the staff are paid and treated fairly, and detests brutishness or cruelty in any man. She can be outspoken, a trait that occasionally gets her in trouble, and she has a strong sense of fairness.
Ladylike
Well, more or less. She's energetic and boisterous so sometimes forgets herself, but for the most part Devon acts as her birth requires. She has had an extensive education, knows her politics, and can hold her own in the company of anyone from nobility to Knights. She has been taught humility (although can sometimes slip into snobbishness purely as a reflection of her upbringing) and practices her faith regularly in the worship of Illusen, though she isn't a priestess.
Caring
Devon has a strong sense of family. She is closer to her father than anyone else, but also has close bonds with her two older brothers and her mother. She is fond of young children and animals. She'll also stick up for those she cares about without question, and makes a very loyal friend.
Idealistic/Naive
Devon has had a very sheltered, protected upbringing. She knows that there is death and danger in Litharia but she has seen very little of it herself and, as such, she can have a simplistic view of the world at times. Her idealism is an attractive quality though and she honestly believes in things like love, honesty, kindness, friendship and charity.
High-Spirited
Smart, playful and mischievous, Devon is known as something of a trouble maker amongst the household staff. Though not at all mean she can be cheeky and, despite the demands of her birth, manages to make her own fun. She is fond of riding and hawking and loves being outdoors.
Passionate
Ever since childhood Devon has fought for what she believes in. She forbids any ill-treatment of animals within her father's lands, insists the staff are paid and treated fairly, and detests brutishness or cruelty in any man. She can be outspoken, a trait that occasionally gets her in trouble, and she has a strong sense of fairness.
Ladylike
Well, more or less. She's energetic and boisterous so sometimes forgets herself, but for the most part Devon acts as her birth requires. She has had an extensive education, knows her politics, and can hold her own in the company of anyone from nobility to Knights. She has been taught humility (although can sometimes slip into snobbishness purely as a reflection of her upbringing) and practices her faith regularly in the worship of Illusen, though she isn't a priestess.
Caring
Devon has a strong sense of family. She is closer to her father than anyone else, but also has close bonds with her two older brothers and her mother. She is fond of young children and animals. She'll also stick up for those she cares about without question, and makes a very loyal friend.
Idealistic/Naive
Devon has had a very sheltered, protected upbringing. She knows that there is death and danger in Litharia but she has seen very little of it herself and, as such, she can have a simplistic view of the world at times. Her idealism is an attractive quality though and she honestly believes in things like love, honesty, kindness, friendship and charity.
well i just dance the way i feel
stop breathing
imagine none of this is real
stop breathing
imagine none of this is real
History
Devon's father, Lord Orwell Marshall of Norwood, is a second cousin to Queen Anmaree and the House Marshall has had ties with the Royal family for as long as Humans have been in Litharia. As such they are considered one of the older noble Houses and are among the upper echelons of Human Society. The Marshalls are a proud, wealthy family that have always married warriors to artisans and traditionally produce Warrior sons and Artisan daughters, though occasionally the reverse occurs.
Devon is the youngest child of three; her older brothers are named Reese and Samuel and are both Warriors. Samuel, as the eldest, is heir to the family estate and to her father's delight the line ran true, for Devon takes after her Mother in her affinity for the arts and crafting. The family owns a generous mansion and gardens in the upper class area of the City, close to the Castle, and also own over a hundred acres of Land outside the walls with its own hold, called Norwood. They split their time among the two living areas, although one of her brothers always remains in Norwood even if the rest of the family is in the City.
Devon had a childhood and upbringing that was fairly normal for a person of her birth. She has had access to a good general education and also has an Artisan mentor, as well as her mother, to teach her to make the most of her affinity. She rides well and enjoys being outdoors more than one might expect for a Lady, but her father is reasonably indulgent on that front. He originally hoped to marry her to the Human Prince but, as he hasn't shown interest, Orwell is now looking for a highborn Warrior to take her hand instead. Until that day comes Devon is likely to remain in the City or at Norwood, with occasional trips to the Boil and the nicer areas of Spirit. Devon is conscious of her fortunate birth and is more than content with her life as it is.
Devon's father, Lord Orwell Marshall of Norwood, is a second cousin to Queen Anmaree and the House Marshall has had ties with the Royal family for as long as Humans have been in Litharia. As such they are considered one of the older noble Houses and are among the upper echelons of Human Society. The Marshalls are a proud, wealthy family that have always married warriors to artisans and traditionally produce Warrior sons and Artisan daughters, though occasionally the reverse occurs.
Devon is the youngest child of three; her older brothers are named Reese and Samuel and are both Warriors. Samuel, as the eldest, is heir to the family estate and to her father's delight the line ran true, for Devon takes after her Mother in her affinity for the arts and crafting. The family owns a generous mansion and gardens in the upper class area of the City, close to the Castle, and also own over a hundred acres of Land outside the walls with its own hold, called Norwood. They split their time among the two living areas, although one of her brothers always remains in Norwood even if the rest of the family is in the City.
Devon had a childhood and upbringing that was fairly normal for a person of her birth. She has had access to a good general education and also has an Artisan mentor, as well as her mother, to teach her to make the most of her affinity. She rides well and enjoys being outdoors more than one might expect for a Lady, but her father is reasonably indulgent on that front. He originally hoped to marry her to the Human Prince but, as he hasn't shown interest, Orwell is now looking for a highborn Warrior to take her hand instead. Until that day comes Devon is likely to remain in the City or at Norwood, with occasional trips to the Boil and the nicer areas of Spirit. Devon is conscious of her fortunate birth and is more than content with her life as it is.
a simple crowd makes a movement on my space
i'm lashing out
i'm crashing down
on all the people in my way
i'm lashing out
i'm crashing down
on all the people in my way
Roleplay Sample
A bead of sweat rolled down her brow as she struggled to hold the bow straight, an arrow notched and drawn. The pale teak wood was flexible and the shape was graceful - it was a bow designed for a woman, a Fae perhaps, but nonetheless her arms shook as she struggled to keep it drawn and steady.
"You need to hold it still!" Reese was laughing at her as he adjusted her position, moving her arms so she at least approximated pointing at the straw-stuffed target.
"You be quiet," she pouted, abruptly giving in and releasing the arrow. It soared well over the straw dummy and somewhere into the woods beyond and she scowled, shaking her arms to relieve the cramp earned by holding the arrow drawn for too long.
"That was...closer?" She glanced at her older brother, who was still smirking, but he nodded.
"Closer, little sister. Have you had enough for today?"
Devon Marshall shook her head vehemently. The sun was bright in a clear sky and the winter air was crisp and cool. She wanted to learn how to shoot a bow despite her father's assertions she would never need to, and she was determined to succeed. Reese had been happy enough to teach her when he got a spare hour and even Samuel, busy now shadowing their father almost everywhere he went to learn what it meant to be a Lord, had dropped by to give her tips. And she was getting better - even Reese said so.
"In that case you'd better go find that arrow. These are my best ones, you know." Devon rolled her eyes but handed him the elegant hunting bow and rushed off into the woods. She'd master this if it killed her - not that it was likely to. Her father was right, she'd never need to know how to shoot a bow, but the learning of it was half the fun anyway.
A bead of sweat rolled down her brow as she struggled to hold the bow straight, an arrow notched and drawn. The pale teak wood was flexible and the shape was graceful - it was a bow designed for a woman, a Fae perhaps, but nonetheless her arms shook as she struggled to keep it drawn and steady.
"You need to hold it still!" Reese was laughing at her as he adjusted her position, moving her arms so she at least approximated pointing at the straw-stuffed target.
"You be quiet," she pouted, abruptly giving in and releasing the arrow. It soared well over the straw dummy and somewhere into the woods beyond and she scowled, shaking her arms to relieve the cramp earned by holding the arrow drawn for too long.
"That was...closer?" She glanced at her older brother, who was still smirking, but he nodded.
"Closer, little sister. Have you had enough for today?"
Devon Marshall shook her head vehemently. The sun was bright in a clear sky and the winter air was crisp and cool. She wanted to learn how to shoot a bow despite her father's assertions she would never need to, and she was determined to succeed. Reese had been happy enough to teach her when he got a spare hour and even Samuel, busy now shadowing their father almost everywhere he went to learn what it meant to be a Lord, had dropped by to give her tips. And she was getting better - even Reese said so.
"In that case you'd better go find that arrow. These are my best ones, you know." Devon rolled her eyes but handed him the elegant hunting bow and rushed off into the woods. She'd master this if it killed her - not that it was likely to. Her father was right, she'd never need to know how to shoot a bow, but the learning of it was half the fun anyway.