Here we've got a mix of realistic and fantasy girls. An element of magic can be added here or there, some have it built right in. Let's build a world of who-knows-what kind of action, adventure and tension filled drama.
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Amberlee Winterfall "The Princess."
((Open Character. Royalty. Open to storyline suggestions and idea's to help flesh her out.))
Kiara Shadowdancer "The Half-Breed."
Name: Kiara Shadowdancer
Alias: None
Playable Age: Youth to adult
Occupation: Varies from Slavery to Stablemistress
We go back now, to the days of old. The days that we now believe to be nothing more then 'Fairy tales'. Kiara was born upon a summers day, shortly after the mid year festival. Her mother, of no noble birth, ran an Inn under a fellow names Javerin. This would seem as though an every day birth until the midwife noticed a particular soft tip to the new born childs ears. Immediately she was handed to her mother and the midwife went about cleaning, not another word spoken. And so it was, she became.
Through the years growing up in that busy town many came and went. The people were all shapes, sizes, and even races from elves who paraded through in their finery and mounted atop palfrey as if they not a care in the world. Some were shorter, stockier made like the Dwarven kind who'd often frequent the Inn. Our young little Kiara did her best at her young age to help her mother, and at the age of seven picked up a part time job working for the stable master, Corvin.
Usually the stable master would find a young male to help him do his work, but this young little half breed female had such a way with these animals. They seemed taken back by the little sliver of a girl, and even the most nasty tempered beast would settle in time under her touch. And so it was she found her nitch.
The children she was taught with in the afternoons, after chores were done, were not so nice to her as her equine counter parts. Names were called and many times she'd run home to her mothers skirts, red cheeked and tear stained eyes. And so this went on. At the age of thirteen she finally spoke to her mother one night, before she lay to rest in bed. Asking her of her father.
"Darren has a father, as does Talia and Jenessa.. Mamette, where is my father?" And the tears welled in her mothers eyes. Her mother sat upon the beds edge and told her, of how she met this wonderful, striking man in the woods, years ago. And she spoke of how, without shame she laid with him in the mossy bed within the forest. She spoke of how she came home, and not long after found herself with child.
Kiara accepted the honest truth that had come so painfully from her mothers lips. She'd always known herself to be different and now she knew why. A year after this night a nasty argument broke out in the Inn in the early morning hours. The sounds of men scuffling about in a brawl was nothing new, but her mothers voice trying to break it up had never held that sense of panic before.
Quickly she got to her feet just in time to see her mother take the dagger slice that had been meant for another man. With that in her mind she rushed to her mothers side, but it was too late. She was now gone. Javerin was nice enough to help Kiara with setting up burial rights, and making a nice grave to place her mother in. After this however things went sour.
((Played as a slave, played as a stablemistress. Age and time have a bearing on when/where/what with her. ))
Sarina "The Gypsy."
Name: Sarina
Alias: Sari
Playable Age: 16-23
Occupation: Wanderer/Dancer
You couldn't miss that caravan of wagons coming into a town, or creeping through a vast field to get to their next destination. Composed of seven wagons, and a few various men on horseback, the gypsy train made for a wonderful sight. Many felt as though gypsy's were nothing special, something to be looked down upon even. Men thought the ladies to be 'open' and wives hated them for their grace and charm that stole the mens eyes, and pocket change.
Sarina? She had no relation to these people. She just lived with them from a young age. They'd come across the young girl in their travels and accepted her as one of their own. She still knew nothing of her parents. She did however, know that these people were her 'family' even though not related by blood. Now at 19 years of age, Sarina moved along with them still, catching jobs as a dancer when ever they pulled into a town with an inn.
Many of the fine looking gentlemen and ruffians alike caught her eyes, but none had stolen her heart as of yet. Bangles from her wrists, bells upon her skirt, all of it would be traded in for the right man. A man who could hold her tight, and make her feel safe. Despite her restless nature, that man she would know upon sight.. Upon a brush of the hand. Alas she has not found that amazing man. Maybe she never will.
Upon the stage, lit by the warm glow of the fireplace and oil lamps, she would step from behind the thin curtain. She stood at an average 5'5, curved body perhaps around 135 pounds. She was dainty enough to dance, but had the hips to bare children. Lengthy Auburn locks usually were left to flit and wisp around her shoulders. Those dark mahogany brown eyes usually scanned the crowd but tonight, they remained locked upon the far wall.
She had been paid very well for this job, but after this main performance she had a private showing to do for a Lord and his Lady. That made her nervous. Oddly, it didn't effect the rhythm of her hips, the sway to her body, and the fluid motion of her dance. Gyrating hips, swiveling moves, and a light, almost on air step had almost all the audiences attention. Once finished there was the usual applause and jeers from some of the males who'd had a little too much ale.
She stepped from the stage , only to be led upstairs. Hopefully a gig would be all his Lordship requested.
((Romani, Traveler, Sarina fits in to almost any situation somehow. She's also the prime candidate for a kidnapping by royalty that wants to keep her for themselves. She can also be adapted to a modern fantasy or modern realistic setting. ))
