Post by Shenilya of Meron on Jul 23, 2008 6:25:43 GMT -5
Hidden behind the mask
Name: Mel
Age: 14
Email: catlover.forever104@gmail.com
Rp Experience: 3 years
The Mask
Name:
Shenilya Aral of Meron
Friends call her Lya (pronounced Leeya)
Age:
13 years old
Place of birth:
Fief Meron
Gender:
Female
Home:
Palace, Page's Wing
Position:
Page
Cannon or original:
Cannon
Face claim:
Emma Watson
Appearance:
She is about 5' 4" and appears to still be growing. Her long legs ache daily from sharp growing pains and her arms are long as well. She is very slender and she can run very fast, mostly outpacing the boys on the cross country runs mainly because girls usually have more leg muscles.
She weighs about 123, alot of it is the muscle that she has developed from page training, for she is mostly on the slender side, though she used to be a bit pudgy in the stomach area from eating sweet treats at her home. She is a strong as a boy, for the most part, and takes great pride in that.
Her face is a sort of ovalish shape and is supported by her long, slender neck. She has a straight nose about medium in size, though some say that it is slightly tip-tilted. Her eyes are large like one would expect a lady's eyes to be, and fringed with long lashes. They are a hazel in color and are set beneath fine eyebrows.
When she smiles her red mouth tilts upwards to show two dimples, making her appear more friendly. Her chin is stubborn, showing her nature. Her skin is a tan color and on her face, adorning her nose and cheeks, range freckles. She has some scars on her arms, though they are slowly fading away, much to her relief.
Her hair is a dark brown in the winter because of the lack of direct sunlight. In the summer, spring, and autumn it is a light brown/dark blonde color with natural blonde/red highlights. It is normally shoulder length, though at times she forgets to cut it and it grows longer.
She prefers breeches and shirts to anything else, even when she can wear dresses, and she absolutly loves boots. Her favorite colors to wear are cream, brown, light brown, and black. When she is forced into a dress, she prefers them in dark colors, to distinguish herself from the intolerable giggling ladies.
Personality:
At times she is kind and comforting, though she only shows that side to the ones closest to her. Most of the time she shows her thorns and is unkind and rude to strangers, though she knows when to be polite.
She prefers to only let a few people know her very well, as she does not want to get hurt, ever. She can be selfish and backstabbing, ecspecially when someone is rude to her before she is to them. She makes enimies easily, and friends not so easily.
She is very good at schemes, and loves to come up with pranks to play on people, not all of them that nice. She is very good at getting out of trouble as she is sly and clever and loves to play word games with people. She is very curious and loves to find new things, though sometimes she gets frustrated when they don't come easily to her.
Her passion is reading, and she sometimes stays up very late finishing one of her books. She gets angry very easily and can hold a grudge for a very long time. She never forgets when somebody is mean to her or her friends, and they are usually the target of her pranks.
She is very determined and stubborn and almost never admits that she is wrong, even when she knows it. She will never give up, one of the reasons that she is training to become a knight. She enjoys protecting people and is just, even though some people would not say it that way.
History:
She was born to Geoffrey and Jane of Meron and was the only daughter, something that she privatly wished wasn't so, so that sometimes she wouldn't always be the source of attention. For the first 3 years of her life, she was a wonderful baby/toddler and played well by herself.
When she turned four, she became very lonley and sulky and would throw temper tantrums often, baffling her parents. She was like that for 5 years, until the day when she met her parent's friend daughter, (She hasn't been created yet, but this is where her friends name would go.).
They got along well, to her parents relief, and were soon as close as most sibling. When they turned 10, they decided to pursue the dream of becoming female knights together, and they had helped each other through the the rough beginning.
Shenilya was a good pupil with a thirst for knowledge that seemed to never be quenched. She excelled in her academic studies, and did a satisfactory job in her fighting studies. She was the best in archery class, and she loves the sound of the string as it is released and the thwack of the arrow as it hits its target.
Rp sample:
Lya walked up the steps towards her room in the page's wing, puzzling over an old book she had found in the library in an old, forgotten shelf. It was about old healing remidies from the beginning, when Tortall was still new. It was fascinating. She stepped on one of the stairs, and started to fall.
She opened her mouth to scream, then closed it. She didn’t want to bite off her own tongue! She squeezed her eyes shut in fright and curled up into a little ball, protecting her head and neck with her arms. Her flight ended with a jolt as she hit her head on the stone landing. She tried to stand up, her head reeling and throbbing with pain. She sat back down, obviously standing up was too much for her at the moment. She breathed slowly, fighting back the panic at being hurt.
She opened her mouth and carefully inhaled. Then she exhaled through her nose, nostrils flaring. No pain. Only the scent of the dusty old stones. She slowly let her small hands creep up to her head. She started examining her head with her sensitive fingertips. She winced as her hands touched a large bump, and she sighed in exasperation. She slowly stood up. Apart from a slight dizziness and the throbbing from the bump, nothing was hurt.
She cautiously started up the steps again, this time watching where she was placing her feet, one hand on her head and the other on the wall for balance. As she reached the step where she had slipped, she saw the cause. Part of the stone rim had crumbled, leaving a unsupported foothold. Lya gave the area a wide berth and continued back up the stairs until she reached her room.
She dug into her old breeches, searching for the key. She found it, and stuck it into the lock before twisting it open. She walked into her room and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh before reaching under her bed and retrieving the book that had caused her to fall. She gently cracked open the old novel and hungrily started to read.
Secret word:
Lioness
