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Player: Eliza
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Character Name: Silvia Deliambre
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthdate: Dec. 17 1407
City / Region: Catanara, Calandria
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Deliambre
Played by: Felicity Jones
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Appearance:
Silvia is a slim, pretty woman of just above average height. She has round, hazel eyes set very proportionately in her face, leaving more than enough room for a fine, straight nose, a wide mouth, and a round forehead. Her most prominent feature is her dimpled, mischievous smile, which never fails to leave an impression. Straight, narrow eyebrows hang rather low on her brow, resting close to her eyes. Her ears are round and slightly concave, which earned her the nickname "Butterfly," which her family sometimes still calls her. Silvia's hair is long and brown with a tint of red in it and never known to give a fuss. Indeed, playing about and styling her hair is a pleasurable pursuit, as it gives and shapes wonderfully with enough brushing and teasing. Silvia likes her hair and is somewhat vain about it, even if its only appeal is its willingness to be shaped by a practiced hand. Her nose is long and straight and very well proportioned, especially when weighed with the length of her face. She does not have a very full bust, but Silvia does not mind, as clothes easily make up her insufficiencies in that department. Her waist is narrow but her hips are generous, which does hide just how prominent the muscles in her legs are. From long hours of horseback riding, Silvia has a sturdy abdomen and strong legs. These traits may not seem very feminine, but again, clothes hide them, so she would never dream of giving up riding to soften her figure. The one feature she dislikes about herself is the consistent length of her three middle toes, which give her rather rectangular feet. Her shoes must always be designed not to assume the normal arc of human toes and she finds it difficult to get a good fit, so Silvia is somewhat touchy about the subject of shoes as a result.
When it comes to fashion, Silvia prefers the best of both worlds when it comes to style and practicality. She works around what she can to look fabulous while going about her usual, rigorous hobbies, such as horseback riding and practicing fencing. Her favorite colors are in the cool range, and she loves gowns of blue, purple, and silver with gold accents. Though she is not particularly vain about dress, she loves to wear beautiful things merely because they are beautiful and not necessarily to impress anyone. Shoes are her arch rival and she prefers wearing her riding boots to anything daintier and more stylish. Silvia does not particularly like jewelry, especially bracelets, as she dislikes the feeling of metal and baubles against her skin. When it comes to powdering herself and painting her eyes, Silvia quite prefers to go about fresh-faced, believing her natural features to be equal to any makeup. However, she submits to being dolled up if the occasion calls for it, though she believes herself to look comical when she is powdered and puffed up for a grand event.
Personality: [Chaotic Neutral]
Silvia is known for her sense of humor. She is always laughing and joking about and can be relied upon to liven up a gathering. Her wit is sharp and she is a first class manipulator when she wants to be. However, Silvia is not particularly ambitious. She enjoys playing the political game but requires very little to be happy. In this sense, Silvia is a very optimistic and cheerful person by nature. Riding, writing, fencing, and reading are her favorite pursuits, and as long as she is given leeway in these hobbies she is content to submit herself to any manner of familial obligation that is necessary. Her interests can be seen as unfeminine by some, but Silvia has a very shallow appreciation of gender roles and prefers to speak her mind rather than spend time thinking of what constitutes as "ladylike" behavior. Growing up with a twin brother made her quite sure that she could do anything he could, and she finds the patriarchal bent of society quite tiresome and laughable. But Silvia is content to throw her witty banter at the issue rather than seriously combat for change.
Though she is easy to write off as a chatterer, Silvia is a very intelligent young woman. She has a tendency towards mischief and pranking, but it arises mostly out of an interest in people. She studies their minds, their words, their actions, and in this sense Silvia is as observant and mindful as her brother. It is her express belief that everyone, no matter how simple they seem, has something to hide. Trust is not a very prominent trait in her relationships, but it would do her a discredit to say she is taciturn in her relations as a result. Indeed, Silvia is more given to honesty than might be expected from such a master of craft. It is her express belief that a pointed truth is a far more powerful ally than an evasive lie. She speaks her mind as often as she feels is appropriate, and would almost always be willing to say in public whatever she says in private. Silvia is not given to gossiping, since she believes that speaking behind someone's back something that one would not say to their face is a recipe for entangling oneself. If Silvia thinks something that best not be said in the presence of the subject, she holds her tongue. Better to not say anything, she believes, than to insult or flatter dishonestly. No matter how manipulative Silvia may become, she would rarely resort to lies to get her favored outcome. This is perhaps her greatest weakness in playing the Game, but she prefers to think of it as a strength--if, of course, she can manage to use it to her advantage.
Like her brother, Silvia is not often roused by offense. This is not to say she is never offended; Silvia simply prefers to bide her time and dig with her wit rather than her temper at those who cross her or her family. She marks the opinions and faults of others, regardless of their standing with her. One never knows when a friend may become an ally and vice versa. In this sense, Silvia's loyalties are ever-fluctuating. Her friends must mark their comments to her as carefully as her enemies, for nothing said to Silvia is said in confidence. She uses what she knows about people to get her way and to manipulate things to her advantage. The ultimate result is rarely selfish, however, if one considers the advancement of position or property the only selfish end of such machinations. Silvia enjoys the Game for the thrill of it rather than the reward. All of the private wars she wages are motivated simply by her whims and her regard for the people involved. The only political force that has her full allegiance is her family. If she is to ever use her wit to the benefit of anyone in particular, it would be for the Deliambres.
Out of all her qualities, independence is one of the most stark. Silvia does not require friendship or company to be at ease. Her wit works as well with one companion as it does with a group, and though she is not crushingly introverted she is not extroverted to a fault, either. Rather, Silvia lies somewhere in the middle, enjoying and finding energy among those she likes and putting a very good face on for those she does not like. But while she enjoys time amongst the other players of the grand Game, Silvia also relishes the ease and comfort of her own society. Spending a whole day with nothing but a book or pen in her hand suits her as well as sitting and chatting among her friends and family.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Writing
Reading
Horseback riding
Fencing
Dancing
Negotiating
Manipulating
Background:
Silvia spent much of her childhood getting into trouble with her brother, Silvio. Many of her interests came from spending time with him and from being pulled into his pranks. She enjoyed allowing him to get much the blame and grew to manipulate all of his escapades to her advantage. This, paired with the increasing seriousness of her brother's pranks, inevitably forced the two siblings to grow apart. Silvia was deeply saddened by the loss of her brother's camaraderie at first, but she soon found that isolation was no sorry thing. Keeping her own counsel allowed her to learn and grow out of the eyes of her tutors and nannies. She kept a smile on her face and a laugh on her lips and no one was the wiser.
As she grew into adolescence, Silvia grew particularly close to no one and spent a great deal of time pursuing her interests. She read a great deal and began to write. She rode her favorite pony until she outgrew him and was given a beautiful mare as a birthday present. She practiced swordplay and gained skill as a competitive fencer. Her independence was not particularly noted by her family, however, since her amiable nature and sharp wit made her seem quite on par with her more social peers. Indeed, despite the individuality that her hobbies developed in her, she did not become reclusive enough to be unaware of the ways of others. Silvia was interested in humans--how they thought, felt, went about their daily lives. She spent much of her younger years studying those around her, even the servants that usually walked about unseen by their masters. Silvia wrote a great deal about her observations and began exchanging her meaningless pranks with the more manipulative games that involved people--and most of all, secrets. Silvia worked very hard to give herself the air of a confidant but used the information that she gathered to pull strings and bring about her desired outcomes. People were like playthings, she thought. Guide them down a certain path, and they would follow.
When Silvia came of age, she took on more responsibilities and attended her lessons faithfully. She liked dancing and writing poetry. But most of her pursuits remained unchanged; she continued to take her daily rides and to practice her fencing, even when she was encouraged to follow more feminine pursuits. Silvia was not interested in marriage. She was glad when her parents made no move to engage her off to some imbecile. If she was to marry, she would have to find someone like herself, someone who played the Game but was not controlled by it like a gambler addicted to his trade. Silvia therefore devoted herself to the entertainment of her family and the promotion of her father's interests. As long as she remained useful, she thought, her father would not think of marrying her off. She is still quite content to be independent and does her best to remain so until a worthy suitor comes along.
Writing Sample:
The library was empty, save for her. Sunlight flooded across the page of her book from the window she leaned against, warming the blue folds of her silken gown. Lovely curls fell from behind her ear and were quickly ushered back into place by fine, coordinated fingers. The atmosphere of silence and dancing dust motes was momentarily replaced by the fine fields of battle filled with soldiers whose swords clashed audibly in her mind...
"Mistress Silvia?"
The woman looked up from her book. A servant girl--Jenny, was it?--stood in the door to the library, hands folded just so before her and cap tied carefully so that it kept her blonde curls out of her face. The girl's cheeks were flushed, though. Had she run to fetch her? Or perhaps she'd had a romantic rendezvous of some kind before she'd been summoned back to her duties. Servant girls sometimes did that sort of thing, Silvia understood. Of course, it could all be idle gossip. The reports of her family and friends were hardly to be taken as evidence against the character of such servants.
"Yes?" Silvia asked in a pleasant voice.
"The dinner bell is going to be rung soon."
Silvia looked down at her dress and smoothed the fabric with one hand. It would be a pity to change, but she supposed it would be expected.
Looking up, the woman smiled and said, "Very well. I shall report to my chambers in a moment."
The servant girl curtsied and turned on her heel. Silvia watched her go with keen, hazel eyes and then closed her book, making sure to leave a slip of parchment to mark her place. Well. Time for an ordeal.
Dinner was not an irksome affair, but it presented a unique opportunity to examine the behavior of her family and guests in one room. Such opportunities were not so common that they could not be taken advantage of. Would her brother, Silvio, be late again? He had nearly caused a ruckus the other day by showing up after the first course with stockings speckled and deflowered by mud. Silvia did not care so much, but she recognized the impropriety of the entire event all the same. Would her brother ever truly mind the proprieties of his rank? She had her doubts.
Silvia stepped into her chamber and shut the door gently behind her. A servant--not Jenny, she noted--was waiting to help her out of her blue gown and into a splendid silver deguisee with gold trimming and fine fur facing along the throat. Silvia smoothed out the long sleeves and felt the soft texture of the gold filagree brush pleasantly against her fingertips.
Now dressed in her heavy gown, Silvia carefully sat and allowed the servant to draw her hair out of a carefully arranged bun. The smooth strokes of a hairbrush soothed the frustrated roots that ached to be let down for more than a few minutes between styling. Silvia kept her hands patiently in her lap while the servant manipulated her hair into some fashionable shape or other. It really did not matter--her hair would doubtless look perfect in whatever style was applied to it.
Thoughts drifted in and out of Silvia's head as she waited for the dinner bell to ring. The bustle of courtiers seemed on edge lately, and with reason, she supposed. But unrest was not a fine thing in the world of the Game. At the best of times, politics between houses were strained and tentative. When unrest came about, one must proceed with caution. These were the machinations that did not appeal to Silvia. The Game was not worth a life, and many had died playing their hand unfavorably in the course of such tense times as these. Silvia did not think she would like to die anytime soon. There was enough to interest her and she had all the company she felt needful of. For now, she would withdraw from the foreplay of politics that would no doubt be the subject of dinner conversation. Unless her family also felt the strain of the court's tension these days. Well, what did it matter, anyways? This was no public dinner fit to make oneself into a contemptible laughingstock at. Still. There were few people one could trust in the Game. Even family could turn on you if you did not play carefully.
The dinner bell rung, summoning Silvia away from her thoughts. The distraction, she decided, was ultimately for the best.
Josh Jenna
Best Contact Method(s): PM
Have you read the General Rules?: Yep
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Ye~s?
Character Name: Silvia Deliambre
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthdate: Dec. 17 1407
City / Region: Catanara, Calandria
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Deliambre
Played by: Felicity Jones
s
Appearance:
Silvia is a slim, pretty woman of just above average height. She has round, hazel eyes set very proportionately in her face, leaving more than enough room for a fine, straight nose, a wide mouth, and a round forehead. Her most prominent feature is her dimpled, mischievous smile, which never fails to leave an impression. Straight, narrow eyebrows hang rather low on her brow, resting close to her eyes. Her ears are round and slightly concave, which earned her the nickname "Butterfly," which her family sometimes still calls her. Silvia's hair is long and brown with a tint of red in it and never known to give a fuss. Indeed, playing about and styling her hair is a pleasurable pursuit, as it gives and shapes wonderfully with enough brushing and teasing. Silvia likes her hair and is somewhat vain about it, even if its only appeal is its willingness to be shaped by a practiced hand. Her nose is long and straight and very well proportioned, especially when weighed with the length of her face. She does not have a very full bust, but Silvia does not mind, as clothes easily make up her insufficiencies in that department. Her waist is narrow but her hips are generous, which does hide just how prominent the muscles in her legs are. From long hours of horseback riding, Silvia has a sturdy abdomen and strong legs. These traits may not seem very feminine, but again, clothes hide them, so she would never dream of giving up riding to soften her figure. The one feature she dislikes about herself is the consistent length of her three middle toes, which give her rather rectangular feet. Her shoes must always be designed not to assume the normal arc of human toes and she finds it difficult to get a good fit, so Silvia is somewhat touchy about the subject of shoes as a result.
When it comes to fashion, Silvia prefers the best of both worlds when it comes to style and practicality. She works around what she can to look fabulous while going about her usual, rigorous hobbies, such as horseback riding and practicing fencing. Her favorite colors are in the cool range, and she loves gowns of blue, purple, and silver with gold accents. Though she is not particularly vain about dress, she loves to wear beautiful things merely because they are beautiful and not necessarily to impress anyone. Shoes are her arch rival and she prefers wearing her riding boots to anything daintier and more stylish. Silvia does not particularly like jewelry, especially bracelets, as she dislikes the feeling of metal and baubles against her skin. When it comes to powdering herself and painting her eyes, Silvia quite prefers to go about fresh-faced, believing her natural features to be equal to any makeup. However, she submits to being dolled up if the occasion calls for it, though she believes herself to look comical when she is powdered and puffed up for a grand event.
Personality: [Chaotic Neutral]
Silvia is known for her sense of humor. She is always laughing and joking about and can be relied upon to liven up a gathering. Her wit is sharp and she is a first class manipulator when she wants to be. However, Silvia is not particularly ambitious. She enjoys playing the political game but requires very little to be happy. In this sense, Silvia is a very optimistic and cheerful person by nature. Riding, writing, fencing, and reading are her favorite pursuits, and as long as she is given leeway in these hobbies she is content to submit herself to any manner of familial obligation that is necessary. Her interests can be seen as unfeminine by some, but Silvia has a very shallow appreciation of gender roles and prefers to speak her mind rather than spend time thinking of what constitutes as "ladylike" behavior. Growing up with a twin brother made her quite sure that she could do anything he could, and she finds the patriarchal bent of society quite tiresome and laughable. But Silvia is content to throw her witty banter at the issue rather than seriously combat for change.
Though she is easy to write off as a chatterer, Silvia is a very intelligent young woman. She has a tendency towards mischief and pranking, but it arises mostly out of an interest in people. She studies their minds, their words, their actions, and in this sense Silvia is as observant and mindful as her brother. It is her express belief that everyone, no matter how simple they seem, has something to hide. Trust is not a very prominent trait in her relationships, but it would do her a discredit to say she is taciturn in her relations as a result. Indeed, Silvia is more given to honesty than might be expected from such a master of craft. It is her express belief that a pointed truth is a far more powerful ally than an evasive lie. She speaks her mind as often as she feels is appropriate, and would almost always be willing to say in public whatever she says in private. Silvia is not given to gossiping, since she believes that speaking behind someone's back something that one would not say to their face is a recipe for entangling oneself. If Silvia thinks something that best not be said in the presence of the subject, she holds her tongue. Better to not say anything, she believes, than to insult or flatter dishonestly. No matter how manipulative Silvia may become, she would rarely resort to lies to get her favored outcome. This is perhaps her greatest weakness in playing the Game, but she prefers to think of it as a strength--if, of course, she can manage to use it to her advantage.
Like her brother, Silvia is not often roused by offense. This is not to say she is never offended; Silvia simply prefers to bide her time and dig with her wit rather than her temper at those who cross her or her family. She marks the opinions and faults of others, regardless of their standing with her. One never knows when a friend may become an ally and vice versa. In this sense, Silvia's loyalties are ever-fluctuating. Her friends must mark their comments to her as carefully as her enemies, for nothing said to Silvia is said in confidence. She uses what she knows about people to get her way and to manipulate things to her advantage. The ultimate result is rarely selfish, however, if one considers the advancement of position or property the only selfish end of such machinations. Silvia enjoys the Game for the thrill of it rather than the reward. All of the private wars she wages are motivated simply by her whims and her regard for the people involved. The only political force that has her full allegiance is her family. If she is to ever use her wit to the benefit of anyone in particular, it would be for the Deliambres.
Out of all her qualities, independence is one of the most stark. Silvia does not require friendship or company to be at ease. Her wit works as well with one companion as it does with a group, and though she is not crushingly introverted she is not extroverted to a fault, either. Rather, Silvia lies somewhere in the middle, enjoying and finding energy among those she likes and putting a very good face on for those she does not like. But while she enjoys time amongst the other players of the grand Game, Silvia also relishes the ease and comfort of her own society. Spending a whole day with nothing but a book or pen in her hand suits her as well as sitting and chatting among her friends and family.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Writing
Reading
Horseback riding
Fencing
Dancing
Negotiating
Manipulating
Background:
Silvia spent much of her childhood getting into trouble with her brother, Silvio. Many of her interests came from spending time with him and from being pulled into his pranks. She enjoyed allowing him to get much the blame and grew to manipulate all of his escapades to her advantage. This, paired with the increasing seriousness of her brother's pranks, inevitably forced the two siblings to grow apart. Silvia was deeply saddened by the loss of her brother's camaraderie at first, but she soon found that isolation was no sorry thing. Keeping her own counsel allowed her to learn and grow out of the eyes of her tutors and nannies. She kept a smile on her face and a laugh on her lips and no one was the wiser.
As she grew into adolescence, Silvia grew particularly close to no one and spent a great deal of time pursuing her interests. She read a great deal and began to write. She rode her favorite pony until she outgrew him and was given a beautiful mare as a birthday present. She practiced swordplay and gained skill as a competitive fencer. Her independence was not particularly noted by her family, however, since her amiable nature and sharp wit made her seem quite on par with her more social peers. Indeed, despite the individuality that her hobbies developed in her, she did not become reclusive enough to be unaware of the ways of others. Silvia was interested in humans--how they thought, felt, went about their daily lives. She spent much of her younger years studying those around her, even the servants that usually walked about unseen by their masters. Silvia wrote a great deal about her observations and began exchanging her meaningless pranks with the more manipulative games that involved people--and most of all, secrets. Silvia worked very hard to give herself the air of a confidant but used the information that she gathered to pull strings and bring about her desired outcomes. People were like playthings, she thought. Guide them down a certain path, and they would follow.
When Silvia came of age, she took on more responsibilities and attended her lessons faithfully. She liked dancing and writing poetry. But most of her pursuits remained unchanged; she continued to take her daily rides and to practice her fencing, even when she was encouraged to follow more feminine pursuits. Silvia was not interested in marriage. She was glad when her parents made no move to engage her off to some imbecile. If she was to marry, she would have to find someone like herself, someone who played the Game but was not controlled by it like a gambler addicted to his trade. Silvia therefore devoted herself to the entertainment of her family and the promotion of her father's interests. As long as she remained useful, she thought, her father would not think of marrying her off. She is still quite content to be independent and does her best to remain so until a worthy suitor comes along.
Writing Sample:
The library was empty, save for her. Sunlight flooded across the page of her book from the window she leaned against, warming the blue folds of her silken gown. Lovely curls fell from behind her ear and were quickly ushered back into place by fine, coordinated fingers. The atmosphere of silence and dancing dust motes was momentarily replaced by the fine fields of battle filled with soldiers whose swords clashed audibly in her mind...
"Mistress Silvia?"
The woman looked up from her book. A servant girl--Jenny, was it?--stood in the door to the library, hands folded just so before her and cap tied carefully so that it kept her blonde curls out of her face. The girl's cheeks were flushed, though. Had she run to fetch her? Or perhaps she'd had a romantic rendezvous of some kind before she'd been summoned back to her duties. Servant girls sometimes did that sort of thing, Silvia understood. Of course, it could all be idle gossip. The reports of her family and friends were hardly to be taken as evidence against the character of such servants.
"Yes?" Silvia asked in a pleasant voice.
"The dinner bell is going to be rung soon."
Silvia looked down at her dress and smoothed the fabric with one hand. It would be a pity to change, but she supposed it would be expected.
Looking up, the woman smiled and said, "Very well. I shall report to my chambers in a moment."
The servant girl curtsied and turned on her heel. Silvia watched her go with keen, hazel eyes and then closed her book, making sure to leave a slip of parchment to mark her place. Well. Time for an ordeal.
Dinner was not an irksome affair, but it presented a unique opportunity to examine the behavior of her family and guests in one room. Such opportunities were not so common that they could not be taken advantage of. Would her brother, Silvio, be late again? He had nearly caused a ruckus the other day by showing up after the first course with stockings speckled and deflowered by mud. Silvia did not care so much, but she recognized the impropriety of the entire event all the same. Would her brother ever truly mind the proprieties of his rank? She had her doubts.
Silvia stepped into her chamber and shut the door gently behind her. A servant--not Jenny, she noted--was waiting to help her out of her blue gown and into a splendid silver deguisee with gold trimming and fine fur facing along the throat. Silvia smoothed out the long sleeves and felt the soft texture of the gold filagree brush pleasantly against her fingertips.
Now dressed in her heavy gown, Silvia carefully sat and allowed the servant to draw her hair out of a carefully arranged bun. The smooth strokes of a hairbrush soothed the frustrated roots that ached to be let down for more than a few minutes between styling. Silvia kept her hands patiently in her lap while the servant manipulated her hair into some fashionable shape or other. It really did not matter--her hair would doubtless look perfect in whatever style was applied to it.
Thoughts drifted in and out of Silvia's head as she waited for the dinner bell to ring. The bustle of courtiers seemed on edge lately, and with reason, she supposed. But unrest was not a fine thing in the world of the Game. At the best of times, politics between houses were strained and tentative. When unrest came about, one must proceed with caution. These were the machinations that did not appeal to Silvia. The Game was not worth a life, and many had died playing their hand unfavorably in the course of such tense times as these. Silvia did not think she would like to die anytime soon. There was enough to interest her and she had all the company she felt needful of. For now, she would withdraw from the foreplay of politics that would no doubt be the subject of dinner conversation. Unless her family also felt the strain of the court's tension these days. Well, what did it matter, anyways? This was no public dinner fit to make oneself into a contemptible laughingstock at. Still. There were few people one could trust in the Game. Even family could turn on you if you did not play carefully.
The dinner bell rung, summoning Silvia away from her thoughts. The distraction, she decided, was ultimately for the best.
Josh Jenna