Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jun 12, 2010 16:08:47 GMT 2
SILISIA ANJA SAFFY
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"freedom comes at the cost of many lives "
you say you're curious[/color]
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AGE: thirty one
GENDER: female
BIRTHDAY: 19 January
CLASS: Queen
TITLE/RANK: Queen Silisia the Fair
OCCUPATION: Queen of Samarid
ALIGNMENT: Good
ALLIGANCE: Samarid
RACE: Half elf
CANON:[/SIZE] Yes
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color]I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Blonde
WEIGHT: 60kg
HEIGHT: 5'4"
PLAY-BY: Nicole Kidman
GENERAL:
Silisia has a slight smile always lingering on her face and her real smile is a smile that one only sees four or five times in a life. Her lips are full and a soft pink. Her teeth are straight. Her smile has a welcoming quality to it when she feels like it. Her smile drifts to a lost, dreamy one when she is not actively running her country as she tends to drift into her own world and her own thoughts. Silisia's smile can be a depiction of rebellion. The way she grins wolfishly is far from innocent. Determination and sometimes arrogance comes through, in a way to push other people away. Her demeanor is mostly cool and aloof, and very much distanced from the people around her.
She has a finely constructed face and a pale complexion. She has a certain ghostly quality about her and a definite feminine look about her. She has deft movements and is very reserved with them. She uses her hands to talk but doesn't over exaggerate her movements. Her hands are small and her fingers long. She sometime adorns them with rings of special meaning. She has never taken her wedding ring off as she struggles to let go of the past. Her thin body is usually covered in beautiful dresses or riding gear. She usually hides a dagger somewhere and out riding she has a full length sword. With this she acquires curious looks from passer bys. Her clothing mirrors her need to match herself up to male rulers. Her face is always lightly touch by make up although it is never over the top. It is usually concentrated to around her eyes and a touch of lipstick on her lips. When she is in a bad mood, tired or upset she will not bother with making herself appear pretty and not apply any make up.
Her hair is naturally a blonde that falls in loosed, untamed curls about her face. She will tie it up loosely if it is bothering her but usually it is loose. It falls past her shoulders, around her waist. She tends not to be out there to make herself acceptable for the world but rather for herself. She will, however, get dressed up for banquets and meeting other rulers. She sashays when she walks when she's feeling confident but tends to drift when she's in deep thought about important issues.
Her eyes are very expressive when she wants them to be. People know exactly what she's feeling if she desires for them to know yet she can close them down to show nothing. She is very much in control of her facial expressions when she needs to be.. Her eyes move to more of a green when she's angry and a tranquil blue when she's calm and happy. Her eyes are very similar to a wolf's. Intense bright blue. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: tomatoes, Sanglant, King Lyle, war, economic slumps
STRENGTHS: Ruling, reading, writing, riding, archery, tactics
WEAKNESSES: patience, waiting, she's aloof, sword weilding
QUIRKS/HABITS: Being facetious when she's uncomfortable
FEARS: Losing the War, not finding who she is outside being a queen
GOALS: Peace, a family of her own
PERSONALITY
Silisia is naturally willing and ready to adjust to her life as the ruler of a great nation. Her flexibility in ruling a country governed by the tremulous nature of the weather and other countries waiting at the edge of war has allowed her country to persevere through many trials. She continues to work hard and persist toward the goal even when obstacles and difficulties arise. She is quick to reward the good deeds of her people, but equally quick to punish those who fight against harmony in the kingdom. Yet, she still demonstrates great fairness. However, on a personal level, Sil is stuck in an emotional rut. The death of her husband, her daughter and parents shook the foundations on which she built her personal life. She tends to be a little rash. Because of this, she is naturally flighty, and will at the spur of the moment, leave the kingdom for a short trip.
Queen Silisia is open and warm to all people, particularly those in distress; however, she has shut her daughter out from this display of compassion. She also shows very little compassion to herself and always puts the kingdom’s needs before her own. When it comes to her country, Silisia makes calculated decisions and only follows through with such actions with great consideration for the repercussions. This makes her a very strong leader. Once again, however, she tends to make decisions in regard to her own life with little care or consideration. Terribly afraid of people entering her life, she throws them away without consideration for her own well being. Secretly, she wishes that she could find someone she could be herself around. Silisia has great courage and leads her people into battle herself, much to the protest of her advisors. After all, her daughter has not yet married and so there is no heir to the kingdom. Silisia has great integrity and is often painfully truthful. She takes responsibility for her actions for most parts.
While Silisia may be distant from her younger sister, her true loyalty lies with her. She is also very loyal to her subjects and the kingdom at large. Silisia is naturally pessimistic ever since her husband died. She is very mistrusting of people and is careful to open up to anyone. As of yet, she has not been able to be true and open with anyone since her husband died. She is very lonely and even though she is surrounded by people she never finds the place where she can be true to how she really feels. She is very mistrusting of others’ motives and will always consider their alterior one before accepting tings at face value.
Silisia suffers from terrible nightmares, and usually hardly sleeps. She tends to remain up most night, preparing her following day's agenda, and working out strategies. She usually has nightmares in the form of flashbacks.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: Former King Richard Saffy
SIBLINGS: Elizabeth Saffy
OTHER: na
FAMILIAR/PET:
MOUNT: Oblivion || Young War Stallion[/i]
:: Elemental || War Stallion
:: Jezzy || Riding Mare
PLACE OF BIRTH: Stratenvale
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Stratenvale
WEAPONRY: Her husband's sword, jewelled dagger, and bow and arrows.
HISTORY:
Silisia was born and bred royalty and brought up as such. Manners, etiquette and diplomacy were great parts of her early education. As the only child, her mother and father were afraid they would not receive an heir for the throne they began her education. However, the promise of a boy heir still delighted the thoughts of her father. Yet, because King Richard was first and foremost a king, neglected his family, Elena, her mother, took a lover, Jacob Harts. The Saffy line grew back to a fork in the line of descendants to inherit the throne. There were two brothers in the family. While it was customary for the eldest to inherit the throne, he began to show signs of madness. The older brother was exiled and his brother took the throne. Bitterness gnawed at the Saffy line while the insane brother’s line endured. The family name was changed to Harts to avoid identification. The surname comes from the ‘Middle English’ word meaning stag. They chose this as the stag is a noble animal, fit only for a king. Her lover was none other than that brother’s descendant. When he heard that the Queen was pregnant, he entered into Elena’s life. Silisia was four years old at this time. Four months into Elena’s pregnancy, Jacob hired someone to see to it that the child would not last the pregnancy. Elena fell down stairs in the palace courtyard quite mysteriously some winter’s eve.
Once it became clear that her mother could no longer have children after the fall that they lost their potential heir in, the focused their attention on creating a monarch in Silisia. Her days were filled with education in horse riding, archery, sword fighting, diplomacy, history, and tactics. Catching on rather quickly, her parents were proud. Although they could not have a son, Silisia seemed to be strong enough to take over the kingdom. She learnt to read and write and had to abandon her childish games she had once enjoyed. However, the ever looming lover became more and more present. Silisia knew about him as her mother’s lover, yet her father was clueless. He was utterly smitten with the seemingly charming young fellow. While Jacob kept the king under the illusion that he was merely a court tactician, he began to be rough with Silisia and plotting the death of both her and King Richard. By the time Jacob started abusing Elena, she was so in love with him she forgave him every time he said he would not do it again. When Silisia was ten, her mother fell pregnant again, however this time it was Jacob’s child. Her mom disappeared to give birth to this child, who ended up being a son and cast him away to a poor family at the edge of Samarid. The anger that ruled Jacob was turned onto Silisia while Elena was away. She essentially took over her mother’s role in his life. This continued for eleven years. Silisia at fifteen was a broken, yet brilliant girl. She distrusted men in every aspect. On one side she had a neglecting father and on the other was her mother’s abusive lover. She buried herself in books and often took her horse out into the country, far away from the turmoil at home. At eleven,her family adopted a girl who was left on their doorstep. She was named Elizabeth and Silisia had the sister she always wanted.
When she was sixteen, she was betrothed to her former husband, Prince William. In the beginning, she was very hostile toward him, denying him any access into her personal life. Being a patient, loving man, he gave her space. The two became infatuated with each other and Silisia began to hope for a life in the background of the kingdom acting as a mother and wife. She poured out her soul to the man and they became inseparable. In the December of her twenty sixth birthday, she was given the go ahead to marry her husband. They had a daughter, Juliana, together, to whom Silisia doted on for three years. On the eve of her and her husband being sworn in as King and Queen, William and her daughter was murdered as well as both Silisia’s parents. Luckily, Silisia’s sister was hidden and escaped the horror. It is unclear who did it, but it caused fear within the nation. However, Silisia knew who it was. Jacob, angered at the fact that Silisia would become Queen not his line, had posed death threats to her mother. Unheedingly, Elena had ignored them. Knowing they needed to be united under a strong monarch, Silisia took her place as Queen the next day as scheduled. Anger and bitterness consumed her because of what happened and she slowly began to push people away. She never had the time to deal with her feelings of grief and become a cold hearted person, preoccupied with the country just as her father had done.
Over the next five years, Silisia went about proving herself to be a great leader. She led her armies herself, and was a great tactician. She provided infrastructure to the poorer areas of Samarid and built a village for the refugees when war broke out. Compassion ruled her ruling hand. However, she avoided war as much as she could. She settled into the peace nicely, trying to keep up friendly terms with her neighbours. Her icy country served as a brilliant way to train up tough armies. Her methods of training were harsh, but it has kept the country safe for the last five years. While she has begun the cautious search for a husband for her daughter, she is very apprehensive to betroth her to a man who would decide the position of Samarid in the war.
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who am i talking to
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AGE: Nineteen
EXPERIENCE: two years
CONTACT: Hmm in my mind?
MEMBER TITLE: NA
ANSWER: Psh, I is admin. I made the key word.
EXAMPLE:
he day was slow, ebbing in and out of Tammy’s perceptions. The day was one to be internalised, analysed then to be allowed to drift off into the meadows of forgotten memories. In all other shorter words: It was a day that was like every other day. Tammy had started off her day with the morning call of her alarm clock, to which she had responded by hitting snooze and turning over to doze for just a few more minutes. This cycle repeated itself a few more times before she had managed to coax her lethargy to lift. As she sat up, she had tried to grasp the fleeting tendrils of her dreams. Unsuccessful in remembering of detail that had once been as vivid as reality she left her inner world behind and begun her new day; her fresh start. She had never, however, understood the meaning of a fresh start. Each day was a cumulative sum of her life and the past always reflected on the future, whether it is a mistake, or the following through of an arrangement made previously. Then the day had begun. As it was a weekend, Tammy was able to forgo the pleasure of working and instead had a day free to her own devices.
One thing about Tammy was that she loved work. Time spent with herself was like a poison, killing her within her own thought. Her over analysis and critical insight on the world often lead her to ask the unanswerable questions, to pull herself apart and generally become overly world weary. Her analytical mind always needed something to do and tended to latch onto rather absurd things and obsess. For this reason alone, Tammy hated weekends. She was often tempted to work overtime and was disappointed to find the hospital was shut on weekends, save for the long term ward and emergencies. As cruel as it sounds, Tammy sometimes longed for that emergency. On days such as this, she wished she were a healer at St Mungos. That way, she could easily work overtime. She shrugged the gyre like thoughts from her mind as she looked around her room. It was not exactly the picture of tidiness, but it was not messy either. Books lay here and there, littering the carpeted floor. Dressed already, Tammy regarded herself in the mirror. There she encountered a sharp expression, one of contemplation and impatience. Her eyes, lined with dark brown eyeliner, seemed to be restless.
One last glance, to check whether she looked acceptable sent her on her way. Today she forwent her guise of muggle transport and apparated to Hogsmeade. Vague memories of past time moved through her mind. It was strange to think of her school years. They were not exactly all joyous memories and often had a darker undertone of her less enlightened years. Angry and afraid were two accurate descriptions of Tammy’s youth. She did not like to speak of it much but enjoyed reminiscing within her own mind. Internalisation was not the healthiest of approaches, as Tammy knew very well, but she had never found the right person to talk to about it. She used to have her old transfiguration professor, who had vanished when the Regime arose. A small empty pit grew and began to take over Tammy’s mundane day. It was a typical weekend reflective emotion. Annoyed with herself, Tammy made her way down to the Three Broomsticks, intent to get rid of the negative emotions that pooled in the pit of her isolation. Not since the Regime had come had she dared to make many friends. She hid behind the name Tanya Pauw; a muggle born that had studied magic in Africa. However, she felt like she was cheating the people she met along the way. Not even all the Rebellion knew her face. It was all too risky for Tammy’s paranoid side.
The doorbell announced Tammy’s entrance into the well lit bustling pub. Her usual warm demeanour had faded slightly, allowing the rugged edge of defensiveness to show. Her movements were covered, veiled by her own uncertainty. She remained in a corner for a moment, indecisiveness curbing her movement. Once within the reach of a crowd, her internal thoughts boiled down to an empty silence as Tammy took in the people around her. Almost robotically, she moved toward the bar. Her lips formed around the words asking for a butter beer, and then once she had received it, she made her way to an empty booth. Slowly, she sat down, facing the direction that gave her the best view of the people in the pub. Absently, she ran her fingers up and down the bottle, her eyes a little pensive. The thought occurred to her again: the day was slow. It was certainly one to be internalised and soon to be forgotten. Sighing, she lifted her drink to her lips, hardly registering the taste or the sensation the drink brought. For once, she was not even bothered to look around the pub, analysing the people within it. She ran her fingers through the blue black hair that belonged to her guise. She still had not quite gotten used to it. However, it seemed a necessary precaution. She knew even her twin would not recognise her. However, the last time she had seen Chloe was when Tammy herself had been in third year.
Of course, she did not really care. Her family meant nothing to her other than a reminder of her past. She cringed slightly, cursing the fact that it had to weekend. The shock of the thought surprised her. She had not thought of her family in years. Perhaps she was finally moving on. The thought seemed nice enough. While the ache in her heart continued, her thoughts melted into each other, leaving Tammy without their inconvenience. She took another sip, trying to allow the sensation to wash over her and emerge her within the moment. Silently, she looked up, glancing over the pub in a faint curiosity. Perhaps there was someone, or something that could make this trip worthwhile.
One thing about Tammy was that she loved work. Time spent with herself was like a poison, killing her within her own thought. Her over analysis and critical insight on the world often lead her to ask the unanswerable questions, to pull herself apart and generally become overly world weary. Her analytical mind always needed something to do and tended to latch onto rather absurd things and obsess. For this reason alone, Tammy hated weekends. She was often tempted to work overtime and was disappointed to find the hospital was shut on weekends, save for the long term ward and emergencies. As cruel as it sounds, Tammy sometimes longed for that emergency. On days such as this, she wished she were a healer at St Mungos. That way, she could easily work overtime. She shrugged the gyre like thoughts from her mind as she looked around her room. It was not exactly the picture of tidiness, but it was not messy either. Books lay here and there, littering the carpeted floor. Dressed already, Tammy regarded herself in the mirror. There she encountered a sharp expression, one of contemplation and impatience. Her eyes, lined with dark brown eyeliner, seemed to be restless.
One last glance, to check whether she looked acceptable sent her on her way. Today she forwent her guise of muggle transport and apparated to Hogsmeade. Vague memories of past time moved through her mind. It was strange to think of her school years. They were not exactly all joyous memories and often had a darker undertone of her less enlightened years. Angry and afraid were two accurate descriptions of Tammy’s youth. She did not like to speak of it much but enjoyed reminiscing within her own mind. Internalisation was not the healthiest of approaches, as Tammy knew very well, but she had never found the right person to talk to about it. She used to have her old transfiguration professor, who had vanished when the Regime arose. A small empty pit grew and began to take over Tammy’s mundane day. It was a typical weekend reflective emotion. Annoyed with herself, Tammy made her way down to the Three Broomsticks, intent to get rid of the negative emotions that pooled in the pit of her isolation. Not since the Regime had come had she dared to make many friends. She hid behind the name Tanya Pauw; a muggle born that had studied magic in Africa. However, she felt like she was cheating the people she met along the way. Not even all the Rebellion knew her face. It was all too risky for Tammy’s paranoid side.
The doorbell announced Tammy’s entrance into the well lit bustling pub. Her usual warm demeanour had faded slightly, allowing the rugged edge of defensiveness to show. Her movements were covered, veiled by her own uncertainty. She remained in a corner for a moment, indecisiveness curbing her movement. Once within the reach of a crowd, her internal thoughts boiled down to an empty silence as Tammy took in the people around her. Almost robotically, she moved toward the bar. Her lips formed around the words asking for a butter beer, and then once she had received it, she made her way to an empty booth. Slowly, she sat down, facing the direction that gave her the best view of the people in the pub. Absently, she ran her fingers up and down the bottle, her eyes a little pensive. The thought occurred to her again: the day was slow. It was certainly one to be internalised and soon to be forgotten. Sighing, she lifted her drink to her lips, hardly registering the taste or the sensation the drink brought. For once, she was not even bothered to look around the pub, analysing the people within it. She ran her fingers through the blue black hair that belonged to her guise. She still had not quite gotten used to it. However, it seemed a necessary precaution. She knew even her twin would not recognise her. However, the last time she had seen Chloe was when Tammy herself had been in third year.
Of course, she did not really care. Her family meant nothing to her other than a reminder of her past. She cringed slightly, cursing the fact that it had to weekend. The shock of the thought surprised her. She had not thought of her family in years. Perhaps she was finally moving on. The thought seemed nice enough. While the ache in her heart continued, her thoughts melted into each other, leaving Tammy without their inconvenience. She took another sip, trying to allow the sensation to wash over her and emerge her within the moment. Silently, she looked up, glancing over the pub in a faint curiosity. Perhaps there was someone, or something that could make this trip worthwhile.
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