Post by gweneth on May 19, 2011 22:00:21 GMT -5
♥ It Started out as a Feeling ♥
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xNo matter how many deaths that I die, I will never forget
No matter how many lives I live, I will never regret
♥ Pick a Star on the dark Horizon ♥[/color]
Name: Gweneth Gladerider (of Glade Reach)
Age: 19
Race: Meridian
Weapons: She carries a short sword, daggers tucked inside a pocket on her boots, and often has a bow strapped to a quiver.
♥ Now we're back to the Beginning ♥[/color]
History: Born as the youngest child after her two brothers and sister, Gweneth was preened from a young age to become a lady of court, as she was the youngest princess. However, Gweneth was far more headstrong than her parents realized and found her more suited to studying politics and combat. It was strange and almost humorous to see her paired with her sister. Poised and ladylike, perfectly content to be married off to a foreign Duke, Gweneth never truly understood her sister’s motives or why she was so consumed to learn how to handle a house hold.
From a young age, Gwen was also jealous of the rest of her family. They were all gifted in some different forms of magic, whether they could conjure fire or water, and she never showed a single talent for learning or possessing it. Perhaps that was the driving force in her desire to learn as many forms of combat and fighting styles as she could. Even though at first they were hesitant, eventually realizing the tempestuous political situation of the kingdom would require all of their children to learn how to properly protect themselves, they relented, allowing Gwen to first learn archery and then swordsmanship.
It perhaps struck her on a far deeper level than they’d realized, as Gweneth began pouring every waking moment into either studying historical battles, training, or studying new footwork. After she was eight, she was required to attend tutoring with her siblings and a few other noble children. After making friends with some of the other children with her, she witnessed them starting a fight against a few children who were stealing food from a vendor in the marketplace. Her temper flared, and she lashed out at the fellow noble children, getting into a full on brawl in the middle of the small street. The shop keep broke up the fight quickly, and realizing that the poor children couldn’t go without paying for the food either, she handed him the only thing she had on her person that was of value at the time, the brooch to her cloak.
While her father found the debacle humorous, her mother had quite a different reaction. To punish her, Gwen was required to work in the kitchens her parents had set up to feed the lower class around the kingdom. As a an assistant to one of the cooks. Gwen had expressed several times that she hated cooking, and had absolutely no talent for it.
However, the fights didn’t end, and in fact, they escalated. Gwen ended up with broken bones a few times, having to be healed by the court healer. Looking back, Gweneth might admit that she simply felt angry, neglected, lonely, or afraid as the political situation kept her parents from spending much time at all with their children, and her siblings simply had other interests, they really had nothing in common with her. But at the time, she only knew that she felt hurt. So the fighting continued, but as she got older, she realized just how important the situation was and took her training that much more seriously. She began bringing baskets of food to the other children in the kingdom, to their homes, and to their parents’ shops, to prevent them from trying to steal in the first place.
Shortly before she turned fifteen, an assassination attempt was made on her family. This would be the first of three before the war began. Gwen’s quick thinking and knowledge of the servants’ passages in the castle saved them the first time, as she was just getting in late one night after practicing her archery when she saw the shadowed figures entering one of the side entrances. As quickly as she could, she gathered her sister and hid her behind a large dumb waiter that was used for laundry, alerting her brothers to begin searching the grounds. Her bow still in hand, she hurried to her parents’ quarters, finding the guards in a scuffle with one of the assassins. Aiming her bow, she watched him fall limp to the floor. Ordering the guards to search the castle, she burst into her parents’ room, luckily they were still safe.
The assassins had been sent by the ruler of a country that bordered Meridius to the westGalla. Politically his aim was to prevent Meridius from becoming a democratic kingdom, but personally Lilalia had been wooed away from him by Carvis when they were still quite young. The royal family still pushed for its people to have the power to vote who they wanted as its rulers, and the idea was that the royal family would only hold one seat in a parliament of elected officials. While the people were heavily in favor of this, the documentation and laws that would allow this to pass were cut short when the neighboring kingdom declared war on Meridius.
At first, Gweneth was not allowed to enlist in the army, the lieutenants citing that she was still too young at sixteen, but later she found out that her parents had instructed them to deny any of their children admittance into the army. As soon as she found that out, she went against her parents’ wishes, posing as one of her friends who was expected to enlist but didn’t have the heart for war.
It was during her first tour of combat that she met the man who would become her fiancé. He admitted that he moved from Galla, but he insisted it was to rid himself of the tyranny of the dictator they had on the throne. And so he had joined the Meridius army to support himself.
Gweneth rose through the ranks quickly, her talents in combat and leadership ability allowing her to command the troops around her easily. She was leading the charge against enemy troops when she was faced with her death. They were taking siege on the castle, and while the enemy was outnumbered, there were traitors in the Meridius army, including Gweneth’s fiancé. After the battle began, he turned on her, his sword nearly piercing her heart. His last words to her were “I did really love you.” before she unsheathed her knife, plunging it into his back. She lay for a few moments, staring at the sky, before her she finally fell into unconsciousness.
When she awoke, at first she assumed a healer had managed to come across her quickly, but instead she was in an unfamiliar place, on sandy shores and laying before a glittering ocean.
Family: Carvis of Glade Reach - Father – 68
Lilalia of Glade Reach - Mother – 59
Marek of Glade Reach - Brother - 31
Theolas of Glade Reach - Brother – 27
Undine of Glade Reach - Sister, 22
Magic: N/A
Original or Canon: Original
♥ No need to say Goodbye ♥[/color]
Sample RP:
After the trek from Veldine, further down the coast line, to Corus, Cariwyn had been aching to simply be outside again and experience life around Corus instead of the walls that made up her new home inside the city. While her step-mother had asked her to run a few errands, normally this meant she simply wanted Cariwyn to be outside of her company for a while, so that she didn’t have to be around her. But Cariwyn tried to take it in a positive manner, settling on the thought that she could pick up a few books, see the town, do some reading, catch up on things that mattered to her as well. At first she was accompanied by one of her older twin brothers, but he was quickly distracted by more… pressing matters. That generally meant he’d met some women he wanted to entertain.
She’d barely been in Corus long at all, a few days at most at this point, and hadn’t really had time to learn the city. Still, sticking to the main roads, she found her way down to one of the markets closest to her home. A tiny book store caught her interest finally, after searching around for a while and purchasing the cloth her step-mother had sent her out for. Perhaps it was the smell of the old books, or maybe even the fact that it was simply a bookstore in itself, but she instantly felt more at home than she had in quite some time. “Oh… this is lovely.” She whispered quietly as she stepped inside the small store, glancing around, taking it all in.
Thumbing her fingers over a stack of books, she pulled out a few from the dusty shelves, each on different parts of Corus’ history. A shopkeeper meandered over to Cariwyn, asking in a soft spoken voice if she was new to the city. “I usually know all my customers.” The elderly man said, “But yours is a face I’ve never seen before.” Cariwyn had to smile brightly, nodding. “I hope you’ll be seeing a lot of me though, I absolutely mean to come here often!” She announced, her tone excited, but soft. Looking over the next shelf, she found another handful of books she wanted to read. “I’m afraid these won’t keep me occupied for very long, I’ll probably finish them in the next two weeks.” She chuckled a bit, smiling softly at the shopkeeper. “But I’ll take them all, if that’s all right.”
Pulling her small satchel from the basket she carried, Cariwyn handed a few gold pieces to the book keeper, and she was off, determined to find a peaceful spot to sit down and read. She continued down the main road, only stopping by a fruit seller’s cart to buy a few apples. With the half dozen books and apples in her small basket, Cariwyn began padding away from the market, to the common grounds she’d seen on the way into the city. It was a wide open area, littered with trees, and a few patches of wildflowers. Finding her way under a large oak tree, Cariwyn slid to the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree. Pulling out a book, the young noblewoman pulled one of the books out of her basket, flipping it open in her lap. Spreading the orange tinted gown beneath her legs, she curled her legs underneath herself.
It wasn’t long before she was entirely engrossed in the story, in fact, she was so thoroughly taken by the book she hadn’t even noticed the horse walking toward her carrying the young black smith. When she finally felt its presence, she was shocked at first, but quickly softened to the animal. “Oh gods…” She giggled a bit, holding up the apple she’d been nibbling on for the horse. “You startled me…”
She’d barely been in Corus long at all, a few days at most at this point, and hadn’t really had time to learn the city. Still, sticking to the main roads, she found her way down to one of the markets closest to her home. A tiny book store caught her interest finally, after searching around for a while and purchasing the cloth her step-mother had sent her out for. Perhaps it was the smell of the old books, or maybe even the fact that it was simply a bookstore in itself, but she instantly felt more at home than she had in quite some time. “Oh… this is lovely.” She whispered quietly as she stepped inside the small store, glancing around, taking it all in.
Thumbing her fingers over a stack of books, she pulled out a few from the dusty shelves, each on different parts of Corus’ history. A shopkeeper meandered over to Cariwyn, asking in a soft spoken voice if she was new to the city. “I usually know all my customers.” The elderly man said, “But yours is a face I’ve never seen before.” Cariwyn had to smile brightly, nodding. “I hope you’ll be seeing a lot of me though, I absolutely mean to come here often!” She announced, her tone excited, but soft. Looking over the next shelf, she found another handful of books she wanted to read. “I’m afraid these won’t keep me occupied for very long, I’ll probably finish them in the next two weeks.” She chuckled a bit, smiling softly at the shopkeeper. “But I’ll take them all, if that’s all right.”
Pulling her small satchel from the basket she carried, Cariwyn handed a few gold pieces to the book keeper, and she was off, determined to find a peaceful spot to sit down and read. She continued down the main road, only stopping by a fruit seller’s cart to buy a few apples. With the half dozen books and apples in her small basket, Cariwyn began padding away from the market, to the common grounds she’d seen on the way into the city. It was a wide open area, littered with trees, and a few patches of wildflowers. Finding her way under a large oak tree, Cariwyn slid to the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree. Pulling out a book, the young noblewoman pulled one of the books out of her basket, flipping it open in her lap. Spreading the orange tinted gown beneath her legs, she curled her legs underneath herself.
It wasn’t long before she was entirely engrossed in the story, in fact, she was so thoroughly taken by the book she hadn’t even noticed the horse walking toward her carrying the young black smith. When she finally felt its presence, she was shocked at first, but quickly softened to the animal. “Oh gods…” She giggled a bit, holding up the apple she’d been nibbling on for the horse. “You startled me…”
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