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Your Name ∙ Mary
Contact Information ∙ dark_space_wolf@hotmail.com
Time Zone ∙ GMT + 10 or something like that


Character’s Name ∙ Christina of Darroch, nickname is Chris
Age ∙ 15
Gender ∙ Female
Residing ∙ Patten (near Flash)
Character Class ∙ Nobility
Occupation ∙ Lady


Sexual Orientation ∙ Heterosexual

Overall Personality ∙
Summary, because this is so darn long and I waffle too much >.> :
-Diplomatic (when it's not her who's in a fight)
-Sharp tongue
-Believes in being appropriate and having the appearance of perfection
-Adores cats and dresses

Even at only fifteen, Chris is a responsible and maturing young lady. Sharp of mind, diplomatic and kind, she is admired by her peers. Not a day passes without Chris being called upon to break up a fight between siblings, or bring peace to feisty young pages. This gift of diplomacy she learned from her father, a skilled diplomat, who she admires and loves deeply.

(this could also be in background, but it explains a bit)
She prides herself with the accomplishments of her parents, however much she tries not to admit it. This pride, however, did not always exist. Before leaving for the convent at the tender age of ten, the young lady had been uncomfortable with her mother. Cailin was an unusual woman, having been one of the first female knights in the Crown's employ, most especially in the position of training master. This passionate and ambitious manoeuvre many years before wasn't an unwise decision in Chris's view, as she had been fortunate enough to grow up knowing little hardship, but Chris, having always preferred the typical feminine approach to life (which meant attending court, dancing and wearing sometimes uncomfortable gowns), found it difficult to understand her mother, not to mention actually have a conversation.

After four years in the Convent, learning from intelligent scholars, ladies, and her peers, she discovered that the little face-to-face contact she'd had with her mother was perhaps a good thing. Chris began to realise that her mother was who she was and is, and nothing Chris could possibly do could change that. Attempts to turn her mother into a 'lady' would be futile, and that was okay. No doubt the infrequent, but informative, letters that Chris and her mother exchanged helped the young lady come to grips with her mother's unusual taste. These letters also relieved any pressure Chris had felt from her parents, and this allowed her to explore her own place in life. She no longer feels resentment towards her parents for not always understanding her-- they're different, after all.

One would think that, like her parents, Chris would express anger infrequently and quietly. However, Chris's patience isn't the longest, and can be broken, most especially with insults and careless remarks. Although not especially sensitive, when her ideals are threatened, she is quick to act with sharp retorts or her own. She doesn't threaten openly; rather, she uses her skills in diplomacy to suggest that it would be better for everyone to get along. This has, in the past, gained the young lady several rivals and a tad of trouble with her parents, but recent experiences of encountering mature and admirable ladies in the palace has led her to realise that it isn't her own problem if others misbehaved or disagreed.

Chris is well aware of her obvious flaws-- a sharp tongue. One less obvious weakness that perhaps she will realise over time is that she strives for perfection in the eyes of others. That is, the appearance of perfection, of being appropriate and moral, not necessarily being so. This was no doubt the influence of her mother-- perfection does not exist.

Chris would not, for example, interrupt an elder when they are engaged in an important discussion. Not only would this be rude, but it could be totally inappropriate. But, if the matter was of life and death, she would happily be rude and alert said people. If a young boy had climbed a tree and not been able to get down, and Chris was the only person able to help the boy, she would do so. But, if there was a male around who could help, she'd leave it up to him. Chris believes that in every situation, there is an appropriate, or inappropriate, response (or more than one). She tries exceptionally hard to do so, which sometimes deprives her of honest conversation with friends.

This ideal has gained Chris approval from her peers and other ladies, as to them, she appears to act like a sensible and mature lady twice her age, even if her ideas are not as complex and her tongue can race faster than her mind.

Chris adores her family, and not just her parents. She believes firmly in having a good relationship with grandparents, and insists on catching up with hers as often as she can. She's happy to do as her parents ask, so long as the request is reasonable and not conflicting with Chris's views. If they do, however, she is quick to draw up a compromise with her father. When unsuccessful, she tries her best to coushin any potential damage, with varying success. Chris has been told in the past that she concerns herself too much with her outward appearance, but the young lady believes that in order to gain respect, she has to act the way she does.

Being a noble, Chris believes it to be important to keep a distance from commoners. But, she doesn't think this distance should be so far that being kind to commoners, merchants and slaves is not part of a noble's duty. She'd very happily buy a starving doxie a sandwich, as long as no-one saw her, of course.

She also keeps an eye on religion. Although she doesn't spend every day praying to the Gods or visiting temples, she does pay her respects as she was taught, and, like her mother, doesn't really rely on them to do anything for her.

Chris absolutely adores cats. Cats are her thing. She has no Gift that can help her communicate, but most seem to get along with her well enough. She intends on buying a cat the moment her mother allows her- a kitten, of absolutely any colour.


Height ∙ 5'4"
Weight ∙ 120 lbs
Overall Appearance ∙ Chris is of average height, weight, and pretty much everything else- including her slightly pimpled light skin. Her eyes are a bright blue, framed by long lashes. Her cheekbones and chin protrude slightly, making for a slightly angular face when she smiles. Her silky, darkish-brown hair reaches past the middle of hair back, and is, fortunately, straight. Her eyebrows are thin, as well as her light pink lips. One would not consider her to be the most beautiful lady around, but she considers herself fair enough, with a decent smile.

Frame-wise, Chris is a tad smaller than she'd like, with a smaller chest and narrow hips. Her fingers are long and delicate, with no scars or callous to speak of, and are usually covered with typical white gloves. One would think that, having long fingers, Chris would have long feet, but they seem to have defied nature and stopped growing along with the rest of her body several years before. Having slightly smaller feet than normal isn't a huge problem for Chris, however, who is happy to be able to slip into all of her friends shoes with ease.

Even having spent much of her early childhood climbing trees and running about, Chris has absolutely no noticeable muscles to speak of. Like her mother, she appears to be weak and delicate, and, although she doesn't fancy herself to be a weightlifter, she can carry small children around on her hips without tiring.

Usually, Chris wears a light cotton gown, ranging from deep browns to whites. She loves to see small frills on her latest dresses, or pretty patterns. She also enjoys oohing and aahing over her friends dresses, and sometimes adopts them to her own. The ladies in the convent taught her to sew well enough, so she applies those skills to her own every-day dresses. Except when it's rather hot, she likes to wear the latest boots in fashion, or, if it is hot, rather fashionable sandals.


Family History ∙ (See Cailin of Darroch)
Family ∙ Lord Dennic of Edren – grandfather – 63 – living
Lady Eribet of Edren and Verdorn – grandmother – 60 – living
_______ of Darroch – father – living
Cailin of Darroch – mother – living

Birthplace ∙ The Darroch residence, Patten
Background ∙ Chris was born the first and only child of Cailin and ____ of Darroch. She was loved right from the beginning, from her parents and grandparents. As with Cailin, Chris wasn't spoiled to death- instead, she was given chores every day (at a suitable age) and required to study. From an early age, Chris had a wonderful grasp of etiquette, history and riding, no thanks to the skills and experience of her mother.

Of course, Chris was allowed to play. She spent some of every day playing knights and ladies with children of a similar age, commoner and noble alike. She loved every moment, and rarely misbehaved. Even then, Chris was thought of as social and polite, an opinion which carried through even at her time in the Convent. She loved the palace, with all its corridors and hiding places, and she missed it dearly when she left.

After finishing her studies at home, Chris left for the Convent. She'd left at ten, a year earlier than most, but Cailin and her husband felt that they could do nothing else for their daughter- it was time she learned from those she could appreciate. And she did. At first, the young Chris found the Convent a scary place, full of sharp ladies and students who seemed years older than they actually were. Later, Chris learned that they were only a few years older than her- they'd learned how to act 'the lady', that was all.

Sewing, riding, archery, basic maths, history, court etiquette, fashion and dress making, reading, writing and poetry were subjects taught at the Convent, and Chris was required to complete them all to the ladies' satisfaction. She had no problems with some of the subjects, but sewing she had terrible trouble with. It never felt natural, much to Chris's dismay, and so she spent many, many long days and nights trying to perfect even the most basic stitches. Why she had trouble, no-one knew. Chris was fortunate to have made several friends who helped her, saving her from shame when it was time for inspections. This small circle of four friends became well known in the Convent, for their excellent manner and sense of fashion.

The years slowly passed, and Chris saw herself and her friends grow from girls into ladies. Attitudes changed in the Convent, from wanting to have fun to wanting to do their duty. Some were desperate to find themselves a rich husband the moment they returned to Court, but Chris was reluctant to follow this trend. It may have been the thing to do, but it just wasn't right. One had to take the time to get to know the many bachelors in the Palace, then wait for her parents to arrange something. Whether or not they ever would, Chris didn't know.

Finally, she arrived back at the Palace, having almost turned fifteen. A small party was thrown at the Darroch residence, with only family members invited. Chris agreed that it was her sixteenth that should be the special one- besides, she wanted time to spend with her mother and father. She intends on getting to know them again, and perhaps learn more tricks from her father.

Only newly returned from the Convent, Christina has not met many nobles in the Palace, nor has she been presented to the Court. Leaving formalities until after the Queen's birthday would mean no-one could forget her overnight. Her official presentation is to be held at the end of August, when she will be exactly fifteen and three months. She hopes to make many friends in that time, and eventually find herself a good husband.


Chris was in a carriage pulled by a team of four beautiful work horses. The cobbles near the entrance to Corus were smooth and level, no doubt after years (if not centuries) of wear. She could hear the shouts of the driver, warning all of the pedestrians to move away. Gazing out behind the canvas, she could see someone was moving a tad slow. The driver pulled on the reins, slowing the horses. Unable to watch, Chris ducked back behind the canvas. It usually happened, that someone was slow to move out of the way, but not like this.

A yelp erupted from her mouth as the carriage bumped over something, but it wasn't followed by a shout. Breathing a sigh of relief, Chris peeked out of the canvas again. They hadn't run over the poor woman. Good. Mother wouldn't be happy, she thought. Neither would pa.

Finally, the carriage turned into a small lane, and into another. Home at last, she thought happily. It would be good to be home, under the shadow of the palace. Gracefully as her aching legs allowed, she stepped out of the carriage. Glancing across to where the front door of her old home was, she realised how much she'd missed the nuances of city life, from the unusual Dogs, to the wonderful rulers, to the businesses which relied heavily on nobles to put up with high prices.

Her mother and father were standing at the door. What do I do now, thought Chris. Being overly formal would insult her mother, but so would running and jumping on her like a child. So, walking quickly, she curtsied. "Welcome back, Chris," her parents had said. Giving up, Chris gave them both a huge hug. "It's good to be back," she replied with a smile.


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--Mary