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Post by amerante on Oct 29, 2010 1:47:52 GMT -5
Amarante wasn't all that busy that morning. She had been doing a round of the castle. Unlike merlin, the prince Arthur hadn't given her all that many chores at all. Maybe it was the whole gender basis that separated the two from their work. Amarante, had already cleaned up the boy's room. Though Merlin did the laundry, which seemed to never be folded just the right way for the girls tastes, she did the rest. How do you think the boy's room stayed all nice and shiny whenever anyone important came within it. Though, normally she never cleaned it when either of the boy's where within the place. Probably because of the whole gender issue yet again.
The girl had finished that rather swiftly. It hadn't been long since she had been at the castle under the prince's orders, but then again, it hadn't been that long ago when she had first met them either. Amarante strolled out of the castle walls carrying a small bucket. She walked briskly to the water fountain and filled the bucket up as quickly as possible. As she was walking back however, she heard a few people talking among themselves. The conversation must of been rather hilarious because they were quite loud. Walking on the other side of the street she could still hear them.
"Some people simply don't have manners anymore, i presume." her voice said without her own consent. Well, it wasn't a lie at least. Sh just hadn't meant for it to come out of her mind. Horrible how those things tended to happen now and again. Amarante noticed that she had taken a different route while she was thinking. She actually felt quite foolish at the moment. Thankfully there was another way back inside with the route she had taken. It would lead past Gaius' chambers as well.
The thought brightened up the girl a bit. Maybe merlin was there. The girl stopped halfway in her train of thought. Why was she getting so excited about seeing merlin? Amerante couldn't possibly like him or anything. There was no way. Just no way. They were friends nothing more, he was close to the Gwen girl anyway. Amerante quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She honestly didn't want to think of such things. The girl hadn't gotten entirely back to the castle before she heard giggling once again.
The sound made the girl look up. She saw another group of people walk by closer this time. As they passed she caught a few words. One that stood out, Merlin. The simple word made her mind whirl . What could he of possibly gotten himself into this time. It made her pace speed up. She raced forward until she saw him. He was polishing Arthur's armor no doubt. No wonder people were laughing at him. She smiled and shook her head. She walked up to him though she doubted he would notice.
His head was down anyway. "Looks like you don't even need Arthur to make yourself look like a fool. Why in the world would you polish Arthur's armor out here?" she asked calmly. She looked at him and noticed he seemed irritated at something. The girl was a little confused. Then she thought of something quick. "Besides Merlin, why would you be doing your chores when you need to go clean yourself up?" she said. She waited a few seconds for him to protest against him needing to clean up or whatever he was going to say.
She waited till he finished before she took the bucket filled with water and dumped it on him. She made sure not to get Arthur's armor though, not wanting merlin to have to redo his chore whenever he got back to doing them. Cause, whatever god was up there, knew he was going to be busy for a while, according to Amarante's plans. "GEEZ MERLIN! You are soaking wet! Why in god's name are you doing your chores when you are wet? Guess you will just have to do them later." she said smiling
Amerante was definitely in a good mood right now. She was already having so much fun and the real fun hadn't even started yet.
Place: Camelot Castle Courtyard
Tagged: Merlin Caradoc
Notes: LOL!~~ This was so much fun when I wrote it
Words: 720
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Post by amerante on Oct 28, 2010 23:31:29 GMT -5
** S E T T L E , D O W N , C I N D E R E L L A!>> k e e p , i t , t o g e t h e r << -- your handsome fella will ride up sooner or later -- [/size][/color] Amarante had just reached camelot. She had been traveling for some time now. Up till now she hadn't had any trouble with her family coming after her yet. Or rather her own mother than her father. Her father was probably locked in his room or somewhere within his castle, hiding from the world that needed him. Though he had never known Amerante's true feelings, she knew that he had cared for him deeply. Amerante let her head drop slightly as her golden hair seemed to fall into her face because of the thought that had just transpired through her head. She missed her father greatly, but she would never see him again.
Amerante took a deep breath and looked back up. She knew she couldn't let those thoughts stay in her head. If she did that, she wouldn't ever be able to move on. The girl knew this but it was still hard even thinking of it that way to let her father go. She was a royal, it was a part of her blood. The way she was living now, however, was far away from that. She looked like a poor little street girl now, her hair tangled and worn down pants and a shirt. She didn't really mind it all that much, though it was definitely something new to her.
Amarante walked calmly through the city. She looked around seeing the different townspeople and others going on with their daily schedule. She wondered if the man she had spoke to had ever been here before. She thought that maybe he had. For he had been completely right about all the people here. There were tons. Perhaps maybe she could make a better living here. One where she wasn't completely starving to death. She looked around before she found a small central area.
Maybe this would be the best place? She wasn't all that sure. To be honest, the girl was a little frightened about what she was going to do. She had never performed for a crowd the size of camelot before. Never, EVER. Ok.. maybe she had once but that was back in her old days as a royal. It had been a long time since then. Amerante took in a deep breath unsure if she was doing the right thing by coming here. She couldn't just do nothing though. If she did nothing, the man's advice for her would be down the drain. Much like the long travel it took to get here.
Amerante didn't feel any less scared though. She took in one last deep breath before she started to sing. She didn't know what song to start instead it just came out. A song she had been sung back when she was a royal. Her lullaby.
"Inviso sky
Tell mihi quis operor vos see
Just propinquus vestri eyes
And exsequor is ut ratio polus es sparkling
With starlight tonight
That's quis EGO see
Through vestri eyes
I animadverto heavens
Each vicis ut vos smile
I audite vestri heartbeat
Just vado in pro miles
And repente EGO teneo vita est dignitas while
That's quis EGO see
Through vestri eyes"
Amerante was doing fine. She actually started to calm down while she let the words flow off her tongue. Just like before when she was home the sound of her voice made others stop what they were doing and look at her. She didn't notice them since she had closed her eyes at the beginning of the song.
WORDS :: 587
TAGGED :: Arthur, Merlin
STATUS :: COMPLETED
OUTFIT :: click!
NOTES :: haha.. guess which language and song and you win a prize
MUSE :: Perfect (What hurts the most-Casada)
LYRICS :: settle down cinderella - templeton thompson
CREDIT :: this template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0 |
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Post by amerante on Oct 28, 2010 1:31:40 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Lady Amarante Patrizo
.:Nick Name:. Ama
.:Age:. 19
.:Status:. Royalty
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Amarante at first glance looks like the kind of girl who is rather meek and not much of anything. She has a rather small body size that doesn't show much that she is a fighter, which she isn't. She isn't overburdened in her chest and looks more like an elf than anything. She however, is not underweight though many presume this outcome because of the slender form that makes her unique to herself. Amarante is just one of the weird cases that her small form is just normal for the rest of her body. She has no muscles to show off and she is always well kept because of her heritage.
Amarante has bright blonde locks that come well past her shoulders when left down. Her hair is normally straight though it becomes curly as it reaches the bottom. Though she has never died her hear before, other than her family's mark, she has natural blonde highlights throughout he hair that seem to liven up her face and make her seem to radiate as if the sun shines just to make her hair shine brighter than normal. She does, however, have one blue strip of hair on the right side of her face that symbols her royal family mark.
As for the girl's dress, because she comes from a royal bloodline she normally wears black dresses or something that seems to compliment her greatly. She normally will also wear bright blue and purple dresses. Though, those are only worn in Camelot, in her own home country, such attire would not be allowed. So instead she tries to not where black as much since it isn't a custom to wear it.
.:Height:.5'12
.:Portrayed by:. Avril Lavigne
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Amarante at first meeting is the type of person who is straightforward with people. She doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, which will sometimes tend to get her in trouble. It is also the reason that she has been trusted a bit more than others would be. She will not lie to anyone unless it involves life or death, or someone asks her not to. Amarante however, tends to not know when enough is enough and because of that she is sometimes misunderstood.
Amarante is also a bit of a hidden gem. She will normally put a wall around herself, where not many will get to see the real Amarante. She will give others facades that will not be the real her. The reason she does so is because of what her parents put her through as a little girl. She is so accustomed to their teachings that she will normally be the polite little lady that they made her into instead of her normal self.
Amarante is also the type of person to take things in quickly. She will normally be around something for a small amount of time and learn from it greatly. It is because of this that she learned most of the things she has in such a short time. Don't get her confused though, she isn't a god and can't learn everything at the snap of her fingers, but she is a quick learner which can pay off if people give her the chance.
Amarante above all else is very free spirited. Even her name is an origin of this. Meaning, "unchanging". She doesn't bend to the will of others unless she wants to. Though Amarante is gentle she knows how to protect herself and her feelings. Many of her parents adviser's believed that some god gave her her ability to sing because of this one nature about her.
.:Strengths:.
>>Kindness<<
Though not many see it as a strength, Amarante thrives off of kindness. She hates to see anyone suffering and will help anyone that needs her.
>>Can see into others<<
This is more of a personality trait of her's than anything. Amarante, has the gift to be able to have people open up to her. By doing so she can help them with their deepest fears, or desires.
>>Easily moved<<
Amarante is easily moved by others, though this may seem a little weird at first, once amerante is attached to something she won't give up on it. This is how she will stay friends with people for the longest time.
>>Good with problems<<
Almost like a councilor, Amarante is good with others problems. Her quick mind and other attributes help her with problems other people normally couldn't figure out.
.:Weaknesses:.
<<To trusting>>
Because of her personality Amerante is too trusting of others. She normally will let someone have her entire being and in the end it will be torn out of her.
<<Fears>>
Amarante is the type of person to lock all her fears away. It is because of this that every once or twice they will come up and they will deeply hurt her.
<<Being Empty>>
Amarante's main weakness is her own fear of being alone. She has never liked being alone and has always been the type to put herself around others.
<<Royalty>>
Because Amarante grew up around Royalty they are really her greatest weakness. Though she has been trained to act like one, speak like one and even dress like one, she is not really royalty at heart. It is too confining for the girl's nature.
.:Magic Abilities:.
Amarante has no magic abilities whatsoever. Like Camelot her own homeland forbid magic, and Ama above all others was never allowed near such a thing. She doesn't fear it though like others do..
.:Special Skills:.
Amarante only has one special skill. That is her voice. Much like the mythical creature, the siren, Amarante's voice almost has a magical quality to it. Though it doesn't enslave all who hear it, she can easily attract the eyes of thousands with just a few notes.
.:Accents:.
Amarante has an old english type of accent. But because of her homeland, there is a bit of Irish there too.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Somewhere near Ireland
.:Family:.
Lady Nasada|Mother
>>Nasada was the type of queen who the people adored. She did everything for them and was adored by many. But also like many other queens before her, she had a small amount of deceit behind her that was shielded from the public eyes. Much of it was using Amarante's gift for her own benefit.
Lord Xiomar|Father
>>Unlike his wife, Xiomar truly cared for his people and wanted nothing more than their best interest. So in order to do so, he trained and made his only little girl into the best lady he could. Little did the man know that by doing this he was braking down his little girl.
.:Occupation:. Singer
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:.
Amerante's life as a noble, was probably just like any other. From birth much was expected from the girl. Even things that the girl herself could not stop. Amarante was trained to be a lady by her father. She was taught all the edicts of being a lady and of how she should act around others of noble blood.
Treat everyone with respect was the top lesson. It was not over with just her training lessons however. Her mother, would sneak her away every night. Take her out of their homeland. Once outside she would have Amerante sing and use her precious talents for her own expense. These "outings" she was told to never speak of.
Amarante grew up within the walls of her kingdom like this for 18 years. It was on her eighteenth birthday that she would hear something that would upset her greatly. She heard her mother talking. She was speaking to one of her most trusted servants. "Listen well... tonight we will make our move. I will have you place a sleeping powder into Amerante's food and drink. Then in the dead of night, I will have you fake my daughter's own kidnapping. That way, her father will never know what I truly plan. Amarante's voice is just to much to let go. She is wasted here." her mother spoke.
Amerante was shocked. Her mother was going to betray her own father because.. of her?! Amarante didn't know what to do. She took a step back and accidentally hit something behind her. It made a noise and her mother was on to her instantly. Her mothers servant came in. She didn't have time to say anything before something was shoved into her face with a cloth. Amarante felt her body wobble before everything went black.
When Amarante woke up the sky was directly above her. The stars seemed to shine brighter than normal. But there was something else, the feeling of motion. She was on the sea. She looked behind her to see the waves rolling. She stood up from the small bed she had been laying on. She looked around. It looked as if she was in a large box. No exits, one hole that showed the ocean and the top completely open.
Amarante didn't hear anyone, and was left in solitude for the entire voyage. By the end of it, she didn't know where she was or how many days had passed. It seemed like her world was spinning out of control. She was a long way from home and she knew she could never go back. When the motion seemed to stop one of her four walls seemed to open. Two men she had never seen before walked within her lonesome walls.
They gripped her tightly but gently by the arms and lead her from the solitude she had known for what felt like a eternity. Amarante, at first noticed only one thing. A very big port like place. The thought hit Amarante before she had time to take in her surroundings. She would lose these guys here. Just like she had planned it was crowded. As the men led her all she had to do was give a little push. It sent the guard on the right side of her into a few people passing. It caused him to release his grip.
The other guard loosened his own grip at the sight of his comrade being overrun. Amarante took the chance. She broke away from the man. She ran and was soon lost within the crowd. She knew one thing. She could no longer be royalty, lest they track her down again. So she went into the nearest shop and traded her own beautiful gown for one of a commoner. She didnt like the feeling but it somehow felt more relaxing.
For the next year, Amarante fought to survive on her own. Using he voice as her way of money she made enough to get by. It was fate that she would end up singing in a marketplace that would give her a second chance. After her performance a older gentleman came to her. He told her that she would probably have a better chance at what she did in Camelot. So it was then that the girl decided to travel there.
Soon enough, the flags of the beautiful city where within the girl's view. She smiled softly to herself. Perhaps here she would find a new adventure, one that would change her life once again.
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