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Post by mircea on Jan 11, 2011 15:55:33 GMT -5
 Mircea was well aware of her temper, which was why he sometimes provoked her, and sometimes would calm her. It just depended on the circumstances of everything. Right how, he planned to do a bit of both. When he heard her demanding the flint to work, he paused and turned his head to look at her. She was getting worked up. This was her calm before the storm. He just looked at her, seeing if she would be able to get it, but she seemed to be having a bit of difficulty. It was why he went no further into the woods, until he was certain she had achieved what she was trying to do. Well, so much for the calm. She threw down the things with defeat, asking him to show her one more time. Mircea did not need to be told twice.
He now completely turned and walked back towards her, a soft smile forming on his lips, only lasting long enough to speak his next phrase. "You do realize that yelling at inanimate objects will not make them work." He was of course, teasing her, acknowledging her demands in telling it to work. "Even if you are royalty," he added before crouching down once again beside her, and picking up the flint and tinder once again. It was when she claimed she was a failure that he had to interject on her own behalf. He knew that she carried many stresses with her, many burdens, and he did not want her to think so lowly of herself, for in his eyes, she was admirable, she was perfection. His next few words were spoken with deep sincerity, as he looked at her, a seriousness only present so that he could convince and remind her of what he was about to say.
"You are not a failure. You are princess of Ailantha. Rightful heir to the throne. Someone of grace and admiration." He wanted to, needed to remind her of that, if ever she forgot . . . especially due to their current situation. "And a strong determined woman who does not give up just because she did not succeed the first time." With those words, ones he hoped reminded her of who she was, he held out the two tools for her to take once more. If she needed further reassurance, he would give it to her. If she needed guidance again, he would provide it. He came because he wanted to be there for her, with her every need . . . he was at her disposable and something as small as lighting a fire would be no exception.
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Post by mircea on Dec 21, 2010 21:00:27 GMT -5
She was right. Neither knew what the future held for them. He may have to teach her a few things, though she was a rather strong woman on her own. While he had no plans to be separated from her, he knew she would survive on her own. Of course, there was no need to test that theory. But quite honestly, he believe in her capability. If she was determined to do something, then she would most certainly do it. So he knew better than to challenge her. He watched as she came closer, asking for him to teach her how to start a fire.
"You just scrape it against this, at a sort of angle," he told her, trying not to overly complicate the process of starting a fire. She did have a good point. She had to learn how to start one. So he would not argue with her rightful logic. Taking advantage of the fact that the wind had not yet picked up and so the fire was not fully started. He stood up from his crouched position and began to stop on it with his foot, putting out the small flame with great ease. Once it had diminished, he crouched back down, passing her the flint and tinder.
"Now you try," he said with a slight smile. Why put off the teaching process when she could learn now. It could save them time later since time was of the essence right now. She was after all, a fast learner. He then walked over a few steps, taking one of the blankets and draping it over her shoulders; just in case she did not get the fire started right away, he did not want her to be cold. "I will return very soon, and I will not stray far." He would risk not catching a whole lot, if it meant she was still in his sights as he could not fulfill his vow to protect her if he strayed too far from her. Even then though, he did not want to leave her.
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Post by mircea on Dec 21, 2010 16:50:17 GMT -5
When she was firmly balanced on the ground, he lowered his hands from his waist. "Then it is very lucky for you, dear Yassia, that I am adaptable and can conform based on my surroundings." He was not entirely lying. They both had to conform to their surroundings. They had no other choice. But still, it was much easier to do it together. He could not imagine her having to do this on her own. Still, this situation was far better than back home where there was tension among the ranks and those trying to dictate her actions. She never was one to submit and running away surely proved that to them. Had his family not known him better, he would have felt guilty leaving them. But once news spread that she had fled, he knew that they would automatically assume he had gone with her.
"And your needs, which in this case, his food." He walked over to the small clearing and began to pick up surrounding sticks while she tied up the horses. It only took a few minutes to find a suitable amount and he gathered them in the middle so that he could create a fire. Once that was done, he went over to his horse and untied one of the packs. He had tried to give his horse much of the weight of their belongings, not that they took much to begin with, but he did not want her to feel weighed down by it during her travels.
He carried it back to the small area and set it down. Only so that he could use as much strength as possible to pull over a very large and thick fallen branch. That would be where she could sit. To make it a bit more comfortable, he took out one of the blankets and draped it over the branch, leaving the other blanket out for her warmth. And there was just one more quick step: the fire. He pulled out the flint and tinder and it only took a few strokes to spark a flame which successfully lit the collection of sticks. He stayed crouched on the ground, but now focused his gaze on her.
"Well that sounds fairly reasonable of you. Since you are in a compromising mood, you can now go catch whichever animal you would like, and I will cook it for you." He was kidding in his suggestion for her to go hunt. He would never ask her to do that, for many reasons. He had enough problems leaving her here alone while he went to hunt. His paranoid mind thought of all possible scenarios that could exist in his absence.
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Post by mircea on Dec 20, 2010 23:08:32 GMT -5
He knew she was only teasing. His sense of humor was never this evident with...well, with anyone else really. Only her. He continued to give a subtle smile, though the amusement was in his voice. When she too slowed her horse, the decision was confirmed. He did not have to use, as she so descrpitvely put it, his 'hawk eyes' too much for they were beginning to near a clearing. "I would not dare reconsider returning for anything." He said it in more of a joking way, as if he feared her angry wrath... but there was complete truth in his words. He really would not return for anything. His everything was right here riding alongside with him.
"Now I am either a Conte, or a Chef. I can not be both," he commented, raising his chin a bit. Oddly enough, he was indeed a rather gifted cook. A skill that he never had to display at any other time in his life. Apparently, he had this hidden talent which was certainly a good thing. It seemed that they balanced each other out rather well. For what he lacked, she made up for and vice versa .The thought alone brought a smile to his face. They began to near the small clearing with enough open space to start a fire. He stopped his horse, dismounting it and moving over to her, holding his arms out so that he could lift her off the horse when she was ready. He knew she could do it herself, and sometimes she enjoyed proving it. But there were other times when he enjoyed helping her and being a gentleman.
As he held his arms out, his eyes quickly scanned the area, making sure there were no immediate threats. Everything seemed alright, so far, but that did not comfort him. He would still be fully on guard for the entire time they were here. He looked back at her, his eyes resting on hers. "Of course I jest. I will prepare whatever My Lady's heart desires." He corrected, a bit more innocently then before. He could not provide her with a grand meal, but they both knew this journey would have its hardships.
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Post by mircea on Dec 20, 2010 22:26:15 GMT -5
 Mircea was not convinced, but he was not one to argue either. He knew better than to engage in an argument with Yassia, though it seemed the two seldom had cause to disagree. Then again, this was only the start of their journey. Surely, a time would come where they would have strong varying opinions. He did not think spending this much time with one another would damage their well established relationship, he was just braced for the fact that there would be strong disagreements between them. Though this one thing would not be the worst. And Mircea was not going to ask her again. Instead, he would make a decision. Maybe even take a bit of the focus away from her for a moment.
"Well I am rather exhausted," he admitted, though it was somewhat a lie. He could go on longer, and while he was not the best liar, especially around her who knew him all too well, its not like he was not the slightest bit tired. He could do with some rest but she was priority, and something in her tone gave him the hunch that she would not argue with the suggestion of getting some rest either. And so, he slowed his horse even more, so that now it was just walking. "And so, I would like to make a request that we stop for some rest." If she felt the slightest bit bad about stopping, then she needn't take that concern.
"If that of course is alright with you My Lady," he added with a hint if a smile. He said it in almost the slightest teasing, as titles were something they did not often use when talking to one another. But something inside of him wanted her to be reminded that even though they were out in the middle of the woods, even though she was away from her home, even though she was dressed as someone more common than who she truly was.... she was still a Princess. Still a future Queen. And he would never fail the opportunity to remind her of just how important she was to Alaintha.... and to him.
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Post by mircea on Dec 20, 2010 21:52:25 GMT -5
Mircea was not in fact lost in thought. He was paying attention to every single small detail as they made each step towards their destination. There was a great deal at stake: Yassia's life. She was no longer surrounded by an army, who had pledged their allegiance to the royal family for so many years. She no longer had the security of her castle. There was just him, and Mircea would take this job incredibly seriously. There was too much to lose if he failed.... in fact failure was not an option. He would safely escort her to Albion where he hoped a bright more promising future would await her. Something better than the forced marriage of another man.
It was sickening really, how her uncle had used the king's death to his utmost advantage. Granted, Mircea may be a bit bias considering who the woman was... but still. He had no expectations for a romantic future between them; he just wanted her to be safe. To do what her free will dictated. To be rid of any oppression. It was why he was so sure of his decision to go with her, and would not for a second regret it.
He found himself slowing his horse a bit upon hearing her question and looked at her intently. "Are you getting tired?" He asked in a sternly concerned voice, knowing he was answering a question with a question, but as he previously decided, he would take his job as her sole protector extremely seriously. There was an urgency to get away, but it was not worth compromising her health over. Neither of them were used to traveling such far distances... and it would be a long journey indeed.
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Post by mircea on Dec 20, 2010 20:19:06 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Mircea de Fremente
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. 27
.:Status:. Nobility Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Mircea stands tall, having a bit of a muscular build but nothing that would single him out from any other knight who has spent the entirety of their life training. A more distinctive feature of his are his eyes, as they are an icy blue, green color, and rather penetrating when you look at them. Apart from this feature, he does not particularly stand out in a crowd. He has brown hair which is either cropped short, or has a slight more length to it, depending on convenience. He has light skin which is often kept clean shaven. And his style of dress is that of a nobleman; until that is he ventured out from his home in the company of Yassia. His rank became less apparent, and he dressed as a commoner would and does.
.:Height:. 6"1'
.:Portrayed by:. Jonathan Rhys Meyers
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Mircea is a very brash individual. He is upfront and yet a bit shy and quiet at the same time. He is very blunt and direct in the way he says things. Some may think him rude by his words, or rude by his silence. With that said, he is not an overly talkative man. He says what he needs to, and will sometimes occasionally engage in a friendly conversation. He is however very withdrawn and for that reason, his mind often wanders right in the middle of conversing with someone, making him seem cold and impolite. He is patient, finding that impatience will only lead to reckless behavior. He therefore, does not act impulsively and prefers to think of the consequences of his actions before actually doing them. Of course, this is far easier said than done and out of the comfort of his home, his new surroundings have forced upon him a new set of personality traits.
With Yassia, he is very different. In public he is always on alert, always on guard, as he has a very strong protectiveness over her. In the privacy of her company, he is far more relaxed and at ease. She is perhaps the only person that he feels fully comfortable around and this is easily noticed in the seemingly drastic altercation of his behavior. He will even make a joke every now and then with her, where as otherwise, he is a bit more serious. He is only truly vulnerable around her and she is probably the only person who has seen is true and full self.
Following his separation from her [ and his bizarre case of amnesia ] he finds himself a bit different. He is more easily flustered and frustrated as he can not remember certain things, which greatly disturbs him. His patience wears more thin for he does not comprehend the sudden absence of memories, such as why he feels compelled to keep moving forward rather than return home.
.:Strengths:.
- Strong combatant as he is a knight
- Thinks before he acts; eliminates rash behavior
- Strong survival skills and instincts
- Patient and generous, though misunderstood by most
.:Weaknesses:.
- Distant in the way he acts and talks
- Blunt in the way he speaks to people
- Stares too much without really looking
- Can be rather paranoid when it comes to Yassia's safety[/color[
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. Nothing exceptionally unique. He is/was a knight so is well versed in combat with a sword, and other weapons, being one of the stronger knights from Ailantha. He is very good at improvising with what is available to him. He also has strong survival skills and good instincts and reflexes.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Ailantha
.:Family:.
- Amaranta: Mother
- Yassia: Step-Sister
- Four sisters and two brothers
.:Occupation:. None; he thinks perhaps a mercenary, though he is currently just roaming around the land.
.:Current Location of Residence:. None
.:History:. Mircea had a less than complicated childhood. He was born into a rich noble family, which provided him with the riches and extravagant lifestyle of any noble. Mircea however, matured far more quickly than most others. He did not indulge in childhood games and fun, but rather, was more interested in obtaining a thorough education and focused entirely on his academics and training as a knight. Due to this devoted concentration and time commitment [with minimal distractions] he excelled both in terms of academic education and in his training as a knight of Ailantha.
His family had been close to the royal family of this land and so he developed a close friendship to the princess, Yassia. However, as they grew a bit older, Mircea soon came to realize that his feelings for her surpassed friendship and he found himself falling helplessly in love with her. He had never been one to announce his feelings though, so kept them to himself, not even telling Yassia, his closest friend, of them. They continued to develop, and he continues to keep them inside of him. While he is completely honest with her in everything else, this is one thing that he is not sure he can ever tell her.
His revelation of feelings became even less likely when his mother married the king, making him and Yassia step siblings. A short time of peace followed, but with disappointments as Amaranta suffered many miscarriages and was unsuccessful in the production of an heir when the king died. That left only one person in the line of succession: Yassia. Who would rule with her however was undetermined at the king's younger brother, Guifré, made no secret of his desire to want the throne. Even now, Mircea never told Yassia of his feelings for her. The thought of ruling the kingdom alongside her did not even cross his mind. He had vowed to himself to never disclose his feelings, and he remained true to this promise to himself.
Which was why when she wished to flee, it did not take long for him to agree to go with her. He was a strong warrior, and wished to protect her to the best of his ability. And so, he left his home and family to travel with her to Albion which would bring with it a hope for the future. However, their journey did not remain as peaceful as either of them would have liked. A terrible storm hit them when they were crossing the sea and they were separated. Furthermore, Mircea suffered a bit of a head injury causing him to have a case of amnesia. While not all his memory is lost, a significant portion of it is.
For instance, he does remember his name and where he's from. What he does not remember is how he got to where he is, and why he feels a strange need to keep moving forward. He feels he has a purpose, but can not recall what that is. He remembers only one name, and that is Yassia. Who it is, what significance it holds, is unknown to him, but he moves forward to try and recover these lost memories. Sometimes glimpses of it will appear to him completely randomly, but for the most part, he travels the land; confused and alone.
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