Post by Ysolt on Oct 23, 2013 11:58:19 GMT
Name: Isolde Daguerreo
["E-sold"] ["Dag-ur-o"]
Age: 19
Tribe Origin: Privt
Position: lady of the court, second in line to assume the throne
Language: Ira
Relationships: In progress
Allies/Enemies: N/A
Personality: As a person, Isolde is very much considered desirable but her longing for normalcy is what compels her to constantly disobey those in her charge. She has a cunning free spirit that often lands her in trouble but is remarkably shy to those who redeem high authority. This is a constant uphill battle for Amara to make amends to and ultimately decides that in order for her to obtain a King and the kingdom to flourish; she must first sabotage her own sister’s chances of ever taking the throne and look to any means of keeping her permanently distracted.
Isolde was instructed by her parents since birth that she must always remain sweet - and though she is, her sense of wanting to be equal to man is what causes conflict for her and ultimately raises suspicions with the Clergy. It is a hard life for a woman in Nijieh Mesa and her determination is full-proof that she wishes to change that. Though she prefers concealing her identity and assisting the men on the daily hunt to practice her archery, Isolde's double life in the courts truly implicate that she is a young blossoming female and attracts multitude of various attention among her people though none have ever proven enough to please her with their company.
Personal Story: A princess originally was to be taken as Lord Oliver Cromwell’s wife (of the second kingdom) until the sudden split of their once adjoined kingdoms came into effect.
The Privts were rumored in the days of old to be manipulative tricksters, masters of developing instruments of music and wizards of magic—while the second kingdom remained prominently Brittany [pron. ‘brit-tah-ne”], who selected to refrain from interbreeding their own ‘superior’ race to the descendents of Alexander. But when the towering bridge connecting the two islands did crumble, it didn't take long for the former kingdom to falter; their drinking supply being tainted from lack of knowledge by the kingdom of Nijieh Mesa to separate the salt to refine their water. To this day—it remains a barren wasteland, untouched by anyone… the ground littered with the bones of a once prosperous kingdom and is often spoken of as a vast graveyard. It is forbidden for anyone to enter due to the disease-ridden bodies that still carry deadly pathogens from an outbreak of flu that undertook the remaining survivors that did not die of thirst.
At one point Isolde was instructed to continue her own bloodline by procreating with her father, since no male heir was ever produced, but was fortunate in preceding his death before being declared ‘ripe’ enough by the Clergy overseeing Her Majesty’s temporary authority. Ironically enough; the Queen also passed before Isolde turned twelve, leaving her eldest sister Amara as the province’s sole ruler. As of recently the Clergy advised the Queen-to-be that her sister is to be married by the next interested party—under the agreement that although she is of noble blood that it would be in the best interest she look to settling down.
Along with Amara, Isolde can naturally learn magic without equipping real Swarovski Crystal—a precious Alexandrite stone encrypted with old magic that her sister wears as a necklace constantly. There is only one crystal left in the history of their covenant and although the abilities lay dormant in the people of Nijieh Mesa — none are aware to the true power concealed behind it. Compared to Amara, who spends her time learning the dark arts of poisons and attack spells Isolde focuses on the white magic of healing and status magic. Isolde can learn the Blizzard-line of spells, contrasting Amara’s Fire-line spells.
Miscellaneous
Activity: Active.
Triggered: +2 to Precision
I remain silent as we walk, oblivious to our surroundings because all I want to do is run back to where I watched Amara die at the hands of her fiancée from my nightmares; the one who should have killed me instead. I trip over a root and land on my hands and knees, curling my fingers into the mossy dirt beneath them and groan in despair. “I’m trying,” I hear myself say somewhere between distorted variations of what is actually up and down.
“I know.” My hand servant who often refers to me by my true name, Ysolt, kneels down in front of me, a concerned expression accentuating her young features. Bragne was, after all, only sixteen. To my surprise, she doesn’t move. She just stays with me.
“We're a safe distance from the village,” she finally says.
“Where are we going?”
She hands me handkerchief, undoubtedly one I've used before. “East.”
East? I hear myself think in realization that the only thing that direction was what the Clergy forbade anyone from entering. Brittany?
I scrub the blood off the palm of my hand with the cloth and stare at her cautiously. “If we go there, we can never return home.” A sinking feeling settled in my stomach at the thought of betraying my own sister—remembering just how radiant she looked hours ago in her final fitting for her wedding dress. “I cannot run now… not when so much is at stake.”
Bragne seemed to understand my disposition and reluctantly nodded in silence before offering both of her hands to pull me to my feet, and after patting myself down from head to toe I realized she still retained her composure. Was this truly the lifestyle a servant of royals lived? Were women in Alexandria truly deprived of being permitted to show emotion?
“You never smile,” I said almost too quickly, not allowing myself to actually think about the loaded statement. “I mean, why is it I've never seen you smile?” I needed a bath. I could feel the dusting of the earth caking between my bare thighs.
The maiden debut one—my own appearing shortly thereafter. “If I may speak without prejudice, my lady?” I nodded in regards of giving silent permission. “This man… your sister has been arranged to marry… I think would make a good king for Nijieh Mesa. He’s strong and is of nobility. He also makes the future queen happy. I've never seen her like this—all giddy and in awe. She truly was a colossal whelp before.”
Bragne was right to forewarn me about being prejudiced and I giggled nonetheless at her bravery for speaking what had been on my mind for weeks. The surprise on her face was priceless until a more serious impression took hold, both hands claiming mine firmly to keep me steady.
“As for you, your highness? Chasing nightmares and visions will only make the Clergy suspicious. They do not believe in witchcraft… only the power of what Alexander blessed his descendants with. The teachings say nothing about premonition.” The knot in my throat tightened, even more so now. “If they knew you were realistically plotting to go to the forbidden island…”
Wait a minute…
“You just said that is where we were going, Bragne.” I blinked at her in confusion. Didn't she?
Deep blue eyes widened at my discretion and one of her hands quickly placed themselves upon my forehead before cupping my jaw, a look of worry overcoming her. “Oh, my lady… let’s get you back for a bath before you speak anymore unheard of things.”
I nod my head mainly because I have no choice but I don't hesitate on glancing over my shoulder toward the island that I've known for years would undoubtedly introduce so many new projects to my people, and possibly save their lives, if I could only convince the Clergy.
