Post by Analeiss & Lemora on Jan 6, 2007 17:28:34 GMT -5
Name: Lemora Rae Phelis
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Alliegance: Imperial
Birthplace: Gilead
Hometown: Gilead
Du Edoc'sil?: Nope
Hair//Eye//Skin color: Blonde hair which is down past her shoulders but not quite to the middle of her back. She keeps it out of her face in a ban during the day but in the evening she lets it down//Deep, dark green with a glint of lighter green close to the pupil//Light colored skin, very fair.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 pounds
Description: She wears expensive clothing, usually green to show off her eyes. She has matching gloves that go up almost to her elbows. She likes risque clothing during the evenings when she goes to parties, etc. She is rather skinny, with small feet and slender legs but no bones stick out anywheres, except collar bones. Her jaw is not square, but not pointed; it is round. Her cheeks are filled out but not chubby. Her nose is straight and small. Her lips are small, also. Her eyes are rather large with long lashes and elegantly curved eyebrows.
Weapon of Choice: A light fencing sword used mainly for sport, nothing really deadly.
Magial Experience: Hasn't any idea about magic.
Languages: Human and a few basic Urgal greetings.
Occupation: Wife, the hardest job of all.
Literacy: She is very litterate, having bee tutored from the age of eight.
Past History:
Lemora was raised a middle-clss girl. Her father was the man who organised the army and drafted men, so he was not well-liked. His name was Edward Smithe. Her mother made tapestries and things like that, but she worked at home. Her name was Samantha Smithe (maiden name Warner). Lemora had two younger brothers. The first's name was Edward, like his father, and the second was Michael.
Lemora and her brothers were very lucky to have literate parents, and so all three were put through schooling until they could read, write, calculate simple math and knew a bit of history. When Lemora turned 14 she was wed with a very wealthy man who was also in the army. He was one of the Generals, and controlled almost all of Gilead. His name was Henery. She was lucky, but did not find herself thinking that. She would have given anything to escape and run away, find an adventure.
She slept in her own seperate room, glad that her husband had no time for anything... wrong... She spent her time reading, writing and practicing her stitching during the long boring days wearing tight, stuffy clothes. Sometimes she would practice sport fencing, being tutored my one of the General's friends, but not often. But at night she got to wear fancy party dresses and go to Balls. She enjoyed balls and dances, but she enjoyed them even more when she went alone to them, to represent her husband when he was out on a duty of some sort.
All eyes would turn to her as she entered the large, brightly lit room. She always looked stunning, but one night she was especially breathtaking. She wore a rather risque green dress with matching green gloves that went up almost to her elbows. Her blonde hair was held half-way up in a clip, but flowed gracefully down past her shoulders. She had come alone, her husband was in a meeting.
She danced with a few men, but only one caught her eye. He was a strapping young man with a clean dressy-outfit. Suddenly her husband tapped on the man's shoulder, and he started to dance with Lemora. He smelled like alcohol, and he was not a very good drinker.
"We have been celebrating," he explained to her as they swirled around the dancefloor.
Lemora nodded, "that explains much, Sir." She always called him 'Sir'. Later on that evening it was apparent that he was not feeling his best, being in his drunken state, and Lemora left to walk him home and take care of her husband. When they got home Henery (The General) fell upon her. She tried to ignore it and gently push him away but he would not listen. Eventually things got violent, but it was not what Lemora wanted. In self-defence she grabbed a candlestick, meaning to ram it into his eye, but missed and his his forehead.
Enraged he threatened to kill her, but she got to the knife first and jammed it into his chest. He hit the floor with a grunt, blood bubbling from his mouth in spurts, and soon he layed in a puddle of his own blood. Hands shaky, Lemora ran and packed her bags. It was time for her to leave. She felt sick, but had to control herself if she was not going to get caught. In a haste she managed to pull her dead husband onto the bed and cover him up with blankets, then she cleaned up the blood spotlessly, leaving the house well in order. Then she wrote up a note in pretty handwriting.
The note read:
I am sorry for the inconvenience but I am afraid my husband, General Henery Phelis, has taken ill and will not be back for a little while. Please do not disturb him. I am sure he will be better in a few days if he gets his rest.
Thank you,
Mrs. Henery Phelis.
She loaded up her horse and mounted side-saddle, the only way she knew to ride, and dropped off the short letter at the base before leaving to 'visit family'. She was ready for an adventure now, and everything had led up to it. The timing was perfect.
Introduction:
It was a chilly morning. Lemora was not used to sleeping on the ground with naught but a pillow and a heavy blanket, so she had not slept well at all. She rubbed her aching back and stood up slowly. It cracked a few times, so she stretched it out. Yawning, she prodded the fire back to life and added some more wood to the weak flame. Soon it was strong enough to cook a meal. From her pack there was three days worth of wraped meat left. She took out a morning share and stuck it n a green stick, then began cooking it ove the fire.
She sighed, so far her adventure was not going that well. She only had a few days left before her food supply ran out, and if she did not make it to some city in time she would have to go hungry. She had never gone hungry, and the prospect frightened her quite a bit.
After eating she loaded her things back onto her brown mare she named Jenine, and headed south some more. Maybe she had made a mistake, but she could not turn back. People were probably looking for her by now, so she had to keep going and find somewhere to hide. "Nowhere to run," she whispered to herself, and then urged the mare into a canter.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Alliegance: Imperial
Birthplace: Gilead
Hometown: Gilead
Du Edoc'sil?: Nope
Hair//Eye//Skin color: Blonde hair which is down past her shoulders but not quite to the middle of her back. She keeps it out of her face in a ban during the day but in the evening she lets it down//Deep, dark green with a glint of lighter green close to the pupil//Light colored skin, very fair.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 pounds
Description: She wears expensive clothing, usually green to show off her eyes. She has matching gloves that go up almost to her elbows. She likes risque clothing during the evenings when she goes to parties, etc. She is rather skinny, with small feet and slender legs but no bones stick out anywheres, except collar bones. Her jaw is not square, but not pointed; it is round. Her cheeks are filled out but not chubby. Her nose is straight and small. Her lips are small, also. Her eyes are rather large with long lashes and elegantly curved eyebrows.
Weapon of Choice: A light fencing sword used mainly for sport, nothing really deadly.
Magial Experience: Hasn't any idea about magic.
Languages: Human and a few basic Urgal greetings.
Occupation: Wife, the hardest job of all.
Literacy: She is very litterate, having bee tutored from the age of eight.
Past History:
Lemora was raised a middle-clss girl. Her father was the man who organised the army and drafted men, so he was not well-liked. His name was Edward Smithe. Her mother made tapestries and things like that, but she worked at home. Her name was Samantha Smithe (maiden name Warner). Lemora had two younger brothers. The first's name was Edward, like his father, and the second was Michael.
Lemora and her brothers were very lucky to have literate parents, and so all three were put through schooling until they could read, write, calculate simple math and knew a bit of history. When Lemora turned 14 she was wed with a very wealthy man who was also in the army. He was one of the Generals, and controlled almost all of Gilead. His name was Henery. She was lucky, but did not find herself thinking that. She would have given anything to escape and run away, find an adventure.
She slept in her own seperate room, glad that her husband had no time for anything... wrong... She spent her time reading, writing and practicing her stitching during the long boring days wearing tight, stuffy clothes. Sometimes she would practice sport fencing, being tutored my one of the General's friends, but not often. But at night she got to wear fancy party dresses and go to Balls. She enjoyed balls and dances, but she enjoyed them even more when she went alone to them, to represent her husband when he was out on a duty of some sort.
All eyes would turn to her as she entered the large, brightly lit room. She always looked stunning, but one night she was especially breathtaking. She wore a rather risque green dress with matching green gloves that went up almost to her elbows. Her blonde hair was held half-way up in a clip, but flowed gracefully down past her shoulders. She had come alone, her husband was in a meeting.
She danced with a few men, but only one caught her eye. He was a strapping young man with a clean dressy-outfit. Suddenly her husband tapped on the man's shoulder, and he started to dance with Lemora. He smelled like alcohol, and he was not a very good drinker.
"We have been celebrating," he explained to her as they swirled around the dancefloor.
Lemora nodded, "that explains much, Sir." She always called him 'Sir'. Later on that evening it was apparent that he was not feeling his best, being in his drunken state, and Lemora left to walk him home and take care of her husband. When they got home Henery (The General) fell upon her. She tried to ignore it and gently push him away but he would not listen. Eventually things got violent, but it was not what Lemora wanted. In self-defence she grabbed a candlestick, meaning to ram it into his eye, but missed and his his forehead.
Enraged he threatened to kill her, but she got to the knife first and jammed it into his chest. He hit the floor with a grunt, blood bubbling from his mouth in spurts, and soon he layed in a puddle of his own blood. Hands shaky, Lemora ran and packed her bags. It was time for her to leave. She felt sick, but had to control herself if she was not going to get caught. In a haste she managed to pull her dead husband onto the bed and cover him up with blankets, then she cleaned up the blood spotlessly, leaving the house well in order. Then she wrote up a note in pretty handwriting.
The note read:
I am sorry for the inconvenience but I am afraid my husband, General Henery Phelis, has taken ill and will not be back for a little while. Please do not disturb him. I am sure he will be better in a few days if he gets his rest.
Thank you,
Mrs. Henery Phelis.
She loaded up her horse and mounted side-saddle, the only way she knew to ride, and dropped off the short letter at the base before leaving to 'visit family'. She was ready for an adventure now, and everything had led up to it. The timing was perfect.
Introduction:
It was a chilly morning. Lemora was not used to sleeping on the ground with naught but a pillow and a heavy blanket, so she had not slept well at all. She rubbed her aching back and stood up slowly. It cracked a few times, so she stretched it out. Yawning, she prodded the fire back to life and added some more wood to the weak flame. Soon it was strong enough to cook a meal. From her pack there was three days worth of wraped meat left. She took out a morning share and stuck it n a green stick, then began cooking it ove the fire.
She sighed, so far her adventure was not going that well. She only had a few days left before her food supply ran out, and if she did not make it to some city in time she would have to go hungry. She had never gone hungry, and the prospect frightened her quite a bit.
After eating she loaded her things back onto her brown mare she named Jenine, and headed south some more. Maybe she had made a mistake, but she could not turn back. People were probably looking for her by now, so she had to keep going and find somewhere to hide. "Nowhere to run," she whispered to herself, and then urged the mare into a canter.
