Post by Jenna on Aug 16, 2015 16:32:37 GMT -5
Player:
Jennabean
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream
Have you read the General Rules?:
Nope.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Nope.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Nope. Unless you count talking to myself.
Character Name:
Elizabeth Sinclair
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
August 18, 1410
City / Region:
Ashworth
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Sinclair
Played by:
Melanie Thierry
Appearance:
A slim, fragile appearing girl, she has the Sinclair coloring in dark golden hair, dark blue eyes and fair complexion. She dresses simply in dark jewel tones in skirts that extend far past her feet to conceal them. Long, slender fingers speak of an artist's grace, adorned only with a single ring of aquamarine on her right hand. She typically wears her hair up in a beaded cap or hood, leaving her nape exposed. She is often solemn, but when she smiles, her face lights up, and when she laughs - rare though it might be - it shimmers with bell-like clarity.
Personality:
Once a bright, cheerful and somewhat daring girl, much in Elizabeth Sinclair has changed. She is somber more often than not, quietly introspective and observant. Though she is not shy and has never been, she is undeniably self-conscious due to the accident that altered her life forever. Careful never to draw attention to herself, she conceals a finely honed wit and an agile mind behind a gentle demeanor. Better to be mistaken as shy, she thinks, than to explain why she has changed so much.
Elizabeth has recovered physically from her accident; emotionally, not so much. She is still prone to lapses into depression and withdrawal where she fears that she will never have a truly normal life, that she will be a burden on her brothers and sisters for the rest of her days. However, she knows that life is very sweet and there is still so much that she can do, see and enjoy if she has the courage.
Devoted to her family, Elizabeth is their confidante, their secret-keeper, their comforter and their anchor. As she must rely on them for mobility, she tries to repay them in a thousand little ways within her capability. She happily writes, sews, reads, tends, and does what she may for them. If it will bring her family members a smile, then she will do it.
She has a creative side, one that comes out in the form of delicate lace that she weaves, knits or tats herself. It is her contribution to the family coffers so that they are not left with a dependent burden and grants Elizabeth some small financial independence as she knows some day, she will need to afford a small cottage and a pair of servants. Once Adam marries and her other siblings are settled, it will be time.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
calligraphy
lacemaking
sewing/embroidery
financial investments
Character History:
Life began as normal as possible for little Elizabeth Sinclair. Born the youngest of the seven, she had plenty of older brothers and sisters to look after, torment, toddle after, idolize and generally enjoy. From the start, Lizzie - as she is often called by those siblings - formed a special love for her brother Gideon, preferring to ride on his shoulder or watch him with fascinated eyes. She was happy to play quietly while he trained or studied, but soon demanded lessons of her own, becoming an avid reader herself. And then there was her cousin Tyber, who loved to tease her and dare her on to try new, exciting things.
Through her adolescence, she was a normal and healthy girl with the accustomed mischiefs and rebellions, temper fits and joys. Time was spent on lessons, on courtly graces, and in learning what was necessary for a Sinclair daughter with the exception of discovering the arts of lacemaking. Starting with the knotting, Elizabeth found she loved the intricacy of crafting the patterns that trimmed everything from linens to clothing. She swiftly graduated to the weaving and then the delicate skill of tatting, spending time engaged in the art when she was not studying, riding or helping the family.
Several times a week, Elizabeth met her cousin Tyber to go riding, or to join the local Hunt during the autumn. During her sixteenth autumn, the Hunt met but her cousin was unable to join her due to illness, so she rode out without him. In the course of the Hunt, she was riding with some of the more advanced hunters, several of whom took a tall gate at a jump. Deciding she was able to do so as well, Elizabeth set herself in her saddle, but her hunter shied at the last moment, balking at the gate. In doing so, she was flung from the saddle and over the gate, landing with a sickening crack.
Despite the best efforts of physicians, she was ill for months, and it was feared that she would die. When she finally emerged from the half-aware state, Elizabeth discovered that she had lost the use of her legs. She could no longer walk. Plunging into a deep depression, she refused to speak, eat or see anyone for weeks. Only Gideon was able to reach her, finally breaking her out of her downwards spiral. Under her grim brother's watch, the two began to rebuild her shattered life, finding ways that allowed her to regain a sense of normalcy. Elizabeth took up her lacemaking, this time in earnest as a means of financial independence. She refused to be a burden on anyone, including her family, and knew that she would likely never marry. What man wanted a crippled wife?
Though not the bright and cheery girl she once was, Elizabeth is content with life. She has occasional lapses into depression - who wouldn't? - but reminds herself frequently that she has her life, her mind, her family, and her work. Those are reasons for living. Recently, her brother and cousin commissioned a special saddle that allows her to ride once more, returning that pleasure to her. It is difficult, learning how to do so again and face the fears, and she is unable to ride alone, but the feel of the wind in her hair and the brief sensation of normalcy is worth it to her.
Elizabeth is not certain what the future holds, but she feels that something important is just around the corner...
Writing Sample:
Sabriyah, poignantly aware of her crime, was prepared to accept the penance he levied upon her, up to and including death. She was a daughter of the Sands and knew the laws as well as any tribesman or woman, and did not rely upon the Caliph's leniency, nor did she consider herself irreplaceable. Qasim had numerous sons and daughters who might serve him equally well, given the opportunity. That he had been so lenient with her was not overlooked or taken for granted; she would ensure a much more rigid leash was enacted so there was no repetition of that scene. Sabriyah owed her father that loyalty and obedience.
Watching his face with concern burning bright in dark eyes, she was openly surprised to hear him speak. Sabriyah was accustomed to her father's candor, but not such a confession. To say she was troubled by it was an understatement but she nodded quietly. "We do. You have my word, Father, that if I wish to speak so honestly, I will seek to speak privately with you in the future. I... often speak so to Bashir, when I feel he has need to hear it, but it is done privately again. Thank you for your forgiveness."
Jennabean
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream
Have you read the General Rules?:
Nope.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Nope.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Nope. Unless you count talking to myself.
Character Name:
Elizabeth Sinclair
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
August 18, 1410
City / Region:
Ashworth
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Sinclair
Played by:
Melanie Thierry
Appearance:
A slim, fragile appearing girl, she has the Sinclair coloring in dark golden hair, dark blue eyes and fair complexion. She dresses simply in dark jewel tones in skirts that extend far past her feet to conceal them. Long, slender fingers speak of an artist's grace, adorned only with a single ring of aquamarine on her right hand. She typically wears her hair up in a beaded cap or hood, leaving her nape exposed. She is often solemn, but when she smiles, her face lights up, and when she laughs - rare though it might be - it shimmers with bell-like clarity.
Personality:
Once a bright, cheerful and somewhat daring girl, much in Elizabeth Sinclair has changed. She is somber more often than not, quietly introspective and observant. Though she is not shy and has never been, she is undeniably self-conscious due to the accident that altered her life forever. Careful never to draw attention to herself, she conceals a finely honed wit and an agile mind behind a gentle demeanor. Better to be mistaken as shy, she thinks, than to explain why she has changed so much.
Elizabeth has recovered physically from her accident; emotionally, not so much. She is still prone to lapses into depression and withdrawal where she fears that she will never have a truly normal life, that she will be a burden on her brothers and sisters for the rest of her days. However, she knows that life is very sweet and there is still so much that she can do, see and enjoy if she has the courage.
Devoted to her family, Elizabeth is their confidante, their secret-keeper, their comforter and their anchor. As she must rely on them for mobility, she tries to repay them in a thousand little ways within her capability. She happily writes, sews, reads, tends, and does what she may for them. If it will bring her family members a smile, then she will do it.
She has a creative side, one that comes out in the form of delicate lace that she weaves, knits or tats herself. It is her contribution to the family coffers so that they are not left with a dependent burden and grants Elizabeth some small financial independence as she knows some day, she will need to afford a small cottage and a pair of servants. Once Adam marries and her other siblings are settled, it will be time.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
calligraphy
lacemaking
sewing/embroidery
financial investments
Character History:
Life began as normal as possible for little Elizabeth Sinclair. Born the youngest of the seven, she had plenty of older brothers and sisters to look after, torment, toddle after, idolize and generally enjoy. From the start, Lizzie - as she is often called by those siblings - formed a special love for her brother Gideon, preferring to ride on his shoulder or watch him with fascinated eyes. She was happy to play quietly while he trained or studied, but soon demanded lessons of her own, becoming an avid reader herself. And then there was her cousin Tyber, who loved to tease her and dare her on to try new, exciting things.
Through her adolescence, she was a normal and healthy girl with the accustomed mischiefs and rebellions, temper fits and joys. Time was spent on lessons, on courtly graces, and in learning what was necessary for a Sinclair daughter with the exception of discovering the arts of lacemaking. Starting with the knotting, Elizabeth found she loved the intricacy of crafting the patterns that trimmed everything from linens to clothing. She swiftly graduated to the weaving and then the delicate skill of tatting, spending time engaged in the art when she was not studying, riding or helping the family.
Several times a week, Elizabeth met her cousin Tyber to go riding, or to join the local Hunt during the autumn. During her sixteenth autumn, the Hunt met but her cousin was unable to join her due to illness, so she rode out without him. In the course of the Hunt, she was riding with some of the more advanced hunters, several of whom took a tall gate at a jump. Deciding she was able to do so as well, Elizabeth set herself in her saddle, but her hunter shied at the last moment, balking at the gate. In doing so, she was flung from the saddle and over the gate, landing with a sickening crack.
Despite the best efforts of physicians, she was ill for months, and it was feared that she would die. When she finally emerged from the half-aware state, Elizabeth discovered that she had lost the use of her legs. She could no longer walk. Plunging into a deep depression, she refused to speak, eat or see anyone for weeks. Only Gideon was able to reach her, finally breaking her out of her downwards spiral. Under her grim brother's watch, the two began to rebuild her shattered life, finding ways that allowed her to regain a sense of normalcy. Elizabeth took up her lacemaking, this time in earnest as a means of financial independence. She refused to be a burden on anyone, including her family, and knew that she would likely never marry. What man wanted a crippled wife?
Though not the bright and cheery girl she once was, Elizabeth is content with life. She has occasional lapses into depression - who wouldn't? - but reminds herself frequently that she has her life, her mind, her family, and her work. Those are reasons for living. Recently, her brother and cousin commissioned a special saddle that allows her to ride once more, returning that pleasure to her. It is difficult, learning how to do so again and face the fears, and she is unable to ride alone, but the feel of the wind in her hair and the brief sensation of normalcy is worth it to her.
Elizabeth is not certain what the future holds, but she feels that something important is just around the corner...
Writing Sample:
Sabriyah, poignantly aware of her crime, was prepared to accept the penance he levied upon her, up to and including death. She was a daughter of the Sands and knew the laws as well as any tribesman or woman, and did not rely upon the Caliph's leniency, nor did she consider herself irreplaceable. Qasim had numerous sons and daughters who might serve him equally well, given the opportunity. That he had been so lenient with her was not overlooked or taken for granted; she would ensure a much more rigid leash was enacted so there was no repetition of that scene. Sabriyah owed her father that loyalty and obedience.
Watching his face with concern burning bright in dark eyes, she was openly surprised to hear him speak. Sabriyah was accustomed to her father's candor, but not such a confession. To say she was troubled by it was an understatement but she nodded quietly. "We do. You have my word, Father, that if I wish to speak so honestly, I will seek to speak privately with you in the future. I... often speak so to Bashir, when I feel he has need to hear it, but it is done privately again. Thank you for your forgiveness."
