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Post by Aurelia Dermont on May 23, 2012 11:44:41 GMT -5
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b a s i c s .
name. aurelia thais dermont.
age. twenty-four.
height. five foot six.
weight. one hundred and ten pounds.
occupation. lady-in-waiting, and secretly training to be a healer.
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p e r s o n a l i t y .
likes.
⚜ dancing and all forms of celebrations.
⚜ being barefoot.
⚜ defying the odds.
⚜ learning.
⚜ horse-back riding.
⚜ her sisters, above all else.
dislikes.
⚜ when her mother nags.
⚜ when her older sister nags.
⚜ narrow minded people.
⚜ stupidity.
⚜ large bodies of water.
⚜ embroidery, ugh.
strengths.
⚜ big hearted.
⚜ disconcertingly intelligent.
⚜ passionate.
⚜ genuinely good-intentioned.
⚜ strong.
⚜ her singing voice and talent for healing.
weaknesses.
⚜ proud.
⚜ haughty.
⚜ sensitive.
⚜ uncompromising.
⚜ overly opinionated.
⚜ following her heart over her head.
⚜ in ability to coordinate her limbs in water.
⚜ attention-craving.
⚜ expectant.
fears.
⚜ drowning.
⚜ failing to live up to expectations.
⚜ living up to expectations.
goals.
⚜ to tell her father what she's really been up to and survive to live another day.
⚜ to not strangle the princess in her sleep.
⚜ to give in to love. eventually. maybe.
A complex birth and pregnancy if ever there was one, it was nothing short of a miracle that Aurelia Dermont managed to draw a single breath let alone live through one summer and then the next. At twenty-four whilst not an entirely horrific creature, she is undoubtedly the product of circumstance: over-indulged, attention-craving, uncompromising and with a mind and passion unparalleled by even the male counter-part. Though lacking in the art of manipulation and subtly that one requires to navigate court life seamlessly and without upset, her pretty smiles and melodic singing voice recently earned her a place in the royal household tending to the prized eldest princess -- though whether or not this is a gift or curse remains to be determined for she is a long cry from the ideal lady-in-waiting.
For fear of losing their second born, Aurelia's parents granted her her every heart's desire without hesitation and as such she was permitted to learn at her choosing, to speak freely without consequence, to expect that things would simply forever be in her favour. To speak plainly, she was not simply spoiled; she was ruined. The obedience that was commanded of her sisters was not pressed upon her with the same vigour. She learnt through experience that rules often failed to be applied to her and like anyone whose head swelled with a type of beautiful unhindered curiosity and creativity that only a child could possess, she tested the waters frequently and with little consequence. Aurelia grew accustomed to finding herself at the centre of all things. She was treasured, over-indulged. Speaking out of turn grew to be habit and coupled with her unsettling intelligence - honed by the countless months she had spent cooped up indoors instead of being granted the same liberties as other children, to wander freely out of doors, to play, to live - it proved a dangerous thing.
And so a monster was born.
h i s t o r y .
family.
baron edward dermont, father.
baroness elsbeth dermont, mother.
---- dermont, older sister.
---- dermont, younger sister.
---- younger sister.
Second born and a daughter nonetheless Edward and Elsbeth Dermont had no apparent need for Aurelia and evidently life agreed. She was a delicate creature, fair of features and decidedly small for her age; born much too soon as though rushing into life with an unmistakeable eagerness she was still yet to shake twenty-four years on. For all intensive purposes every breath taken after her first - riding out on the back of a shrill, startled cry symbolic of new life - were considered stolen, borrowed time. She was much too small, much too fragile and born in the dead of winter her parents feared the worst. And yet... and yet even though death teased them at every turn, plaguing their child with fevers and chills, an entire array of afflictions that she should have paid for handsomely with her life, Aurelia proved to be even more stubborn than death itself. Some things never change.
However, although she miraculously evaded what appeared to be the inevitable multiple times over there was no evading the will of an overprotective father, the Baron of Edenbridge. By the time she was entering her eleventh year Aurelia had spent more days inside than out and had lost count of the ample times she had been taken ill and banished to her bed chambers for fear of it proving fatal. She was a prisoner inside her own home, inside her own fragile body that contained a spirit that was anything but, and in exchange for her freedom she was granted her every heart's desire.
The true damage of such an upbringing became apparent when Aurelia became of an age that her father began to seek her a favourable match. Still despite her somewhat unorthodox persona the mystery that surrounded the delicate creature Edward had taken such care to shelter away from the harshness of the world intrigued many. She was a young woman now and with hair the colour of gold and genuine smile she generously wore, she appeared to be - at least on the surface - something worthy of possessing. Unfortunately, intrigue and pretty smiles were no match for Aurelia's unsparing tongue and after but a few moments with her it became evidently clear that there would be no possessing of a girl with such an unruly, head-strong temperament. For all her knowledge and theoretical understanding of how she ought to behave in the company of those beyond her own family tree, a lifetime worth of having the rules bent in her favour saw her verbally rip apart a man's ego with a type of brutal honesty a lady should never lay claim to. Though not acting out of malice intent her willingness to share her opinions - of which there were unfortunately many and just as unfortunately, the majority of which well-founded - was not considered amongst the arson of desirable qualities for a bride. Edward was at loss.
Acting with his daughter's best interests at heart, he sent her to serve in the princess's household as a ladies maid, hoping that it would teach his wild offspring some self-constraint in the very least and earn her a husband in the most. Unbeknownst to him however, Aurelia has been secretly working alongside the royal physician and has developed quite a talent for warding of that which plagued her so often in her youth.
It is the year of her twenty-fourth birthday and life is a precarious thing.
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It did not matter how many winter's one had seen, the cold spared no one. Accustomed to such things the people of the Etrias had learned if the wind and chill were stubborn, they had to be more so. Survival was imperative; to be obtained at all costs. And so they were resourceful, enduring, clever. They rugged up when venturing out of doors, stayed in when they feared a turn in the weather, knew how to construct some semblance of a shelter or to least have the good sense to seek refuge when evidence of a blizzard approached. In Aurelia's case -- sporting an immune system weakened by her premature delivery and countless attacks of sickness throughout her youth -- meant she had to be all the more careful or risk not only her life, but the endless berating of an over-protective father who had come too close to losing her on too many an occasion to chance doing so again. Which was why when her wanderings brought her to some secluded place, notably rugged up as was appropriate, and she noticed a man stripped to his simplest of clothing and in the river nonetheless she was inclined to think the worst.
Her mind had been a clutter when she had risen earlier that morning, a lethal combination of too much wine and too little sleep rendering her heavy-lidded and lost to a daze. The events of the previous day -- namely another feast held in honour of the royal family -- had left her with a great deal to think about and she had taken to the fresh air with the design to do precisely that, gathering wild flowers on her aimless venture. Conveniently enough it was precisely at that exact moment when her mind chose to wander to topics she best not contemplate that Aurelia had noticed what she first thought to be a corpse. Nothing served quite like a distraction as the horror that you may have happened upon a dead body.
Although her common sense urged otherwise, she drew closer still to discern that the man was moving and not the limp flotation of someone out cold and caught in the water's clutches, but the deliberate, graceful movements, repetitive in nature that were indicative of swimming.
That she hadn't anticipated.
"Fool," she uttered under her breath, indignation riding out on the back of a single exhale. Wild flowers scattering forth from her empty palm forgotten, Lia picked her way across the riverbank. She ought not to have bothered. She ought to have left him to his own devices. If he wanted to freeze himself till the bone and suffer the consequences thereafter than it was his death, not hers. And yet her compassion and curiosity had always been considered her downfall. Caring for others was in her blood. What if he were truly mad? Or the cold itself had made him so? Perhaps he was delirious. Perhaps he was hurt. In the end she simply couldn't help herself, and so she inched further still, taking care not to slip and join him, until coming to a stop by the river's edge. He was almost near her now, but with his head beneath the water she struggled to capture his attention through word alone. A fact that was hastily corrected by aiming a rock just shy of his head. Thankfully she had decent aim or else she might have caused more damage than good. "Are you quite mad?" She said, wasting little time in chastising the man several years her senior once he'd had the good sense to resurface and endure her tongue-lashing. "Or is there some death wish you pray to achieve for I am sure there are far swifter ways to die than by the cold."
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Post by Fane Valeri Aleksandar on May 23, 2012 11:56:15 GMT -5
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