Post by Stehfanie of Nehan on Jun 10, 2010 20:11:36 GMT -8
Stehfanie of Nehan
Nicknames: Princess, Your Highness, Stehf (by her older brother), Stehfie (by her father)
Age: 16
Date of Birth: July 26
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Black Sorceress / Bard
Abilities: The Sight
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: Princess
Appearance:
Personality: Powerful, Brilliant, Focused, Sexual
History:
1. Stehfanie is the offspring of King Quirinoh of Nehan and his concubine Aviaja of Lawbiesso, making her an infertile half breed.
2. Automatically looked down on for being ‘half’, Stehfanie was forced to prove her worth over and over again, thus developing a strong personality.
3. Her father dotes on her, Queen Anmaree is coldly polite, her half-brother Prince Thrasius is fond of her, and she rarely sees her own mother except in passing.
4. At this point in time, Stehfanie is confident regarding her place in the world. What she does not realize is that her so-called “friends” are plotting her assassination.
Roleplay Sample:
Stehfanie heard the crash behind her as she passed by the fancy vase. She didn't flinch, because she'd expected it and because a princess never flinches at something so petty. The vase was probably broken, water from the flowers spilling all over the expensive rug on the floor.
Oops.
She could always blame it on the servant who happened to be responsible for cleaning this particular hallway today. Anmaree would probably figure it out, and wouldn't it be like a knife through the woman's heart? Because she wouldn't be able to blame Stehfanie for it. Oh no, father wouldn't stand for such a thing.
But they would both know the truth. Stehfanie had pushed the vase over because Queen Anmaree had asked her to help the servants pick some new decorations for this particular hallway. It had been a very reasonable request, nothing involving hard labor, but the way the Queen had worded it had struck a nerve. Not that Stehfanie could quite remember how she'd worded it at this point, but she could remember feeling particularly upset about it, and wanted to get back at her. If that bitch wanted a new look for this hallway, she could pick it out herself.
Nicknames: Princess, Your Highness, Stehf (by her older brother), Stehfie (by her father)
Age: 16
Date of Birth: July 26
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Breed: Black Sorceress / Bard
Abilities: The Sight
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: Princess
Appearance:
Personality: Powerful, Brilliant, Focused, Sexual
History:
1. Stehfanie is the offspring of King Quirinoh of Nehan and his concubine Aviaja of Lawbiesso, making her an infertile half breed.
2. Automatically looked down on for being ‘half’, Stehfanie was forced to prove her worth over and over again, thus developing a strong personality.
3. Her father dotes on her, Queen Anmaree is coldly polite, her half-brother Prince Thrasius is fond of her, and she rarely sees her own mother except in passing.
4. At this point in time, Stehfanie is confident regarding her place in the world. What she does not realize is that her so-called “friends” are plotting her assassination.
Roleplay Sample:
Stehfanie heard the crash behind her as she passed by the fancy vase. She didn't flinch, because she'd expected it and because a princess never flinches at something so petty. The vase was probably broken, water from the flowers spilling all over the expensive rug on the floor.
Oops.
She could always blame it on the servant who happened to be responsible for cleaning this particular hallway today. Anmaree would probably figure it out, and wouldn't it be like a knife through the woman's heart? Because she wouldn't be able to blame Stehfanie for it. Oh no, father wouldn't stand for such a thing.
But they would both know the truth. Stehfanie had pushed the vase over because Queen Anmaree had asked her to help the servants pick some new decorations for this particular hallway. It had been a very reasonable request, nothing involving hard labor, but the way the Queen had worded it had struck a nerve. Not that Stehfanie could quite remember how she'd worded it at this point, but she could remember feeling particularly upset about it, and wanted to get back at her. If that bitch wanted a new look for this hallway, she could pick it out herself.
