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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 22:49:34 GMT -5
 
Elora stood there for a moment in shock. It might have been more then a moment, she wasn't sure, but she knew she was so shocked that she could not move. Not her feet, or arms, or even her face which HAD to show the shock she felt. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hanging open could not have made her appear very smart either. Still, she was in shock. Oh dear, was very much not the words in her mind right now, and had her dear father knew she even KNEW these words he would rise from his grave!
Had the Prince REALLY just entered her house as if he owned it, and awoken her from sleeping claiming it was so very important over a ripped shirt that any citizen, much less the castle's resident servants could have stitched in a short time frame? Is this was it was like to be rich or a prince? To think everyone was at your beck and call? Oh very sad. Elora pittied him, and she didn't like to pity anyone! She also knew she should speak up before he thought her witless but she could not think of what to say. She had only just recalled to shut her mouth so it was not hanging open like a fishwife's! She wanted to yell how dare he, or pretend not to know who he was, or something but she could not think of anything to say, much less stop staring at the spoiled playboy prince long enough to order him out.
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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 22:25:50 GMT -5
The sounds of someone 'speaking' and moving from below awakened Elora. She was about to call out her window for the night watch before she heard his words. Oh dear! What must have happened?! She hurried out of bed and wrapped an old coat around her to save her modesty, before hurrying down the narrow steps. "oh dear! Is someone hurt? Shall I run get the doctor?!"
She paused were she was, seeing who was there and tried to think of something to say. It had been YEARS since she had come face to face with Arthur. They had at one time been play mates, long before one knew better then to play with boys, or boys with girls. Then a few years after that her life took another turn in the death of her father. Now the Prince was in her house . . . in the middle of the night . . . Elora dropped a quick bow, "Do you need me to run to get help, Sire?"
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Post by Enmyria on May 14, 2010 22:19:41 GMT -5
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Elora smiled softly at the young woman who was working at a farmers both. The woman was about to get married, and Elora had been haired to make a pretty but inexpensive dress for her. The woman held the dress, and smiled and and raved about how she loved it. Elora felt as if she had been apart of this in more then a simple dress. On the wedding day she would she the women in the dress with a smile so bright that it would make Elora feel partly responsible for it. That was a good feeling. Helping others and taking joy in there joy. Elora silently was jealous. She longed for a tall, dark, and mysterious man of her own. Someone very unlike the horrid prince.
It was in that same moment, that she heard the events behind her, and before she could turn to apologize to whoever tripped over her basket, they had kicked it. Distorting her hard work, in making the new clothing appear clean and beautiful. Elora looked over at the man, with her eyes glazing over as if she might cry. How horrid!
She changed her mind right then and there! Bring on the prince, rather then Mr. Tall, Dark and MEAN! He even seemed PLEASE! Elora felt a hand on her arm looked over at the woman, needing the comfort to help her not cry---To woman handed her a tomato, and glared at the man.
Elora looked down at the veggatable, and knew she could never do it. Throw it at someone? Ruin their day like they did her's. No. It was to cold, and mean. She was better then him. She looked up about to call out to him and tell him he how rude he was being when she noticed . . . his horse was on the veil to the wedding dress! It had taken her MANY many MANY hours to make the full length lace veil, and she had only done so because the bird was leaving the city and Elora wanted to do one last nice thing for her and this . . . . .this . . . . beast of a horrid man RUINED it! Elora did not know what her aim was like, because she had never in her life throw anything at anyone, but she knew she was aiming at the back of his head!
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Post by Enmyria on May 13, 2010 22:42:49 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Elora
.:Nick Name:.
.:Age:. 18
.:Status:. Holds the rank of a Lady however works as a seamstress
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Elora is small of frame and stature, as she stands only at about most men’s shoulder. She has alabaster skin, and dark hair.
.:Height:. 5’4”
.:Portrayed by:. Lucy Griffiths
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Elora is a quite type, who often can be over looked. She is not truly afraid to speak her mind but prefers to mind her manners. She knows her place around her betters, but when she is among equals, she is a bit more relaxed. She likes to tease and enjoys a good joke. She likes to pretend she is an adventurous person, when in truth she rarely gets to do the things she hears others talking about.
.:Strengths:. (1) She is easy to get along with, so has few enemy’s. (2) She is a very skilled seamstress, allowing her to have some extra money. (3) She has a strong heart, she rarely doubts in her believes.
.:Weaknesses:. (1) She is shy. (2) Her dreams are bigger then her new station in life. (3) She tends to day dream, at the wrong times.
.:Magic Abilities:. None! How scandalous! (but wishes she did)
.:Special Skills:. Very skilled seamstress.
.:Accents:. Upper class English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot
.:Family:. Father was a knight, he passed on, Mother was a seamstress, but her fingers grew to old so Elora took over.
.:Occupation:. Seamstress
.:Current Location of Residence:. Has a house in the towns part of Camelot owned by her mother.
.:History:. Elora was raised a knights’s daughter and went on pretend adventures all the time. During some battle of some sort that Elora dose not recall, her father was killed. Elora’s mother had not been a noble, so Elora is between two worlds. She has the rank of a lady but is not seen as such as her mother took a profession, and that was seen as shocking.
Elora’s life was not ruined, even if it was missing something. She never lost her spark of happiness, and it was her personality that helped her mother move on from the sadness. It also helped draw in customers. She was a very beautiful child and they were drawn into the atmosphere of the small rooms they used as a shop. Over the years her mother built up a reputation.
When her mother grew older, and her hands grew stiff, Elora took over the work load. From there it was like breathing. Elora would make some very special and different, dressed and clothing. The small shop’s reputation grew and grew and people starting coming from all over to order her creations. Elora enjoys the money and the work, but longs for grand’s adventures, or the life her father would have known. So instead she pretends.
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