Post by iseult on Mar 27, 2012 20:52:00 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Iseult Finola Ivrson
.:Nick Name:. Nola
.:Age:. 21
.:Race:. Cenredite
.:Status:. Nobility BUT .... shes pretending to be an average citizen| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.Dark haired, fair skinned and blue eyed. Iseult has a slender frame which is not without its curves and thankfully they are all in the right places. Her hair is long and is generally worn loose but her predominant feature is her eyes; sometimes its as though they are two portals to see inside her soul and at other times the effect is reversed and its as if she can see into yours.
Feminine and graceful, her movements are fluid. Blessed with a clear and fair complexion greens, blues and lilacs suit this beauty best and are often her favorite choice in color when it comes to her dresses.
Since slipping into Camelot and trying to blend discreetly into the crowd this young woman barely wears any jewelry except for an oval mood ring and occasionally a silver locket if there's a special occasion.
.:Height:. 5ft 6
.:Portrayed by:. Liv Tyler| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.Iseult is a generally happy and pleasant woman she is enjoying her new found independence through the civilian life she's attempting to lead in Camelot. The raven haired beauty radiates joy and is full of life, although life isn't always a lark and if you're a friend of loved one of hers then you can count on Iseult to be there either suffering with you or ready and waiting to offer you an open ear and a shoulder to cry on.
Although on the surface Iseult might seem like a carefree independent woman underneath it all she's secretly lonely, a romantic at heart Iseult privately daydreams about the day when she will find herself a worthy man to love, shelter and protect her. However, despite any lonely feelings she may harbor Iseult is too proud to return home but even if she wasn't then she still wouldn't want to, as much as she loves her family the prospect of an arranged marriage and so many rules of decorum to live by repel her.
Living in Camelot is a big risk considering her magic abilities but it is the last place anyone would think to look for her. Magic has a tantalizing appeal to her for whilst she knows the dangers that accompany it, Iseult cannot help but desire to know more about the abilities coursing within her. Her two biggest fears are firstly being discovered and burned as a sorceress and secondly being found by her family to be carted off home and forced into an arranged marriage.
.:Strengths:.
Educated
Capable rider
Archery
Needlework
Magic abilities
Good natured (normally)
.:Weaknesses:.
Physical frailty
No sword skills
Stubborn
Naive
Magic abilities if discovered
.:Magic Abilities:. Knows minor spells such as:
Brief Telekinetic IE: Make an small object fly into someone's head | Push someone back
Enchantment of Objects
.:Special Skills:. Subterfuge
.:Accents:. I wouldn't say posh but she is well spoken.| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Within her families estate in Cendred's Kingdom
.:Family:.
Father: Lord Brian Ivrson
Mother: Lady Katrina Aoife Ivrson
Siblings: Older brother one of Cendred's knights, Sir Dwayne Ivrson
.:Occupation:. None ... yet
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:.
Iseult was the youngest child of Lord and Lady Ivrson, growing up she had the best of everything; she was educated, she was taught the arts such as singing, dancing and music and through her father's indulgence Iseult even learned archery and horsemanship. However, as the years went by and Iseult began to bloom into a promising young woman the freedoms she had previously enjoyed were restricted, archery was unfitting for a lady or so her mother told her, education in women is an unattractive trait her brother frequently told her.
Little by little what had once been her home slowly seemed to transform into a cage, the family she had loved so well in her eyes became like captors. Iseult had a spirit that was always meant to be free and in defiance she would frequently slip out her gilded cage under the cover of darkness and would spend the night with common families, gypsies or in the woods returning to a fretful mother and frustrated father at dawn.
But then 'it' happened and her nightly escapades were no more. It had been a cold night when fate struck, on this night Iseult had chosen the forest as her haunt for that night and it was in the forest that she'd met the man. It had been the warmth of the firelight that had drawn her to him at first, then the coaxing depths of his voice.
They'd talked or rather he'd talked and she'd listened for a long while before she was first exposed to magic. At first Iseult had been afraid but in the end her curiosity out won her fear, after seeing that Iseult would not flee from him the man revealed to her, her own innate ability. Iseult never did know how he knew she had gifts or how he seemingly unleashed hers, when a wave of dizzying sleep washed over her she had not fought it and in the morning the man was gone and all that was left to show for it the embers of the camp fire. She never did get his name.
By the time the young lady reached home it was long after dawn and this time her family were fuming, voices were raised and threats were made and Iseult was locked into her room while her parents paced around their own quarters arguing on what to do. In the end they settled upon a decision that was final, what their daughter needed to calm her wild ways was a firm husband who would keep her in line; besides she was of age now and marriages always brought alliances with them.
Iseult was summoned and upon hearing their verdict broke into frightful tears but no begging, crying or pleading would sway them. In the weeks that followed she became wraith like in her forlorn state as the arrangements were made Iseult did not flourish like most young brides should instead she seemed to fade and retreated ever further into herself.
All hope seemed to be lost until the opportunity came. It was on the journey from her home to her husbands to be that fate struck again, her parents worry eased by their daughters subdued behavior had become slack in their efforts of guarding her and now a moment presented itself in which Iseult could slip away.
Iseult packed light only a few garments, some food and a few coins did she take; leaving behind her all other worldly possessions - and a note, a simple note that simply said 'To my family - I'm sorry' Now having slipped into Camelot under a new name (Nola) and in the guise of a citizen, Iseult has started to create a new life for herself, a life that will be purely of her making.
