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Post by earlyrose on Jun 7, 2008 15:45:57 GMT -5
Elmora raised her eyebrows coldly. "You find this... amusing? That I will have to sell my freedom to some old widower, and get sent away from court to our estate and have no power to change anything, except maybe my clothes," Elmora growled angrily. She stalked slightly ahead, "And to add insult to injury, Father forgot about it and I told Zekeal it was two days ago to make him feel guilty for not giving me anything yet again this year. I don't always understand him, even though he is my brother. I said I was sad of Parma's demise and he... said, 'This is for the advancements of the Geldenwichs. We shall claim what is rightfully ours'. Both of us know he has less claim than that prissy Sudor child... he's saying that to cover up for his selfish motives. He is going to be power-hungry and insensitive like Father. I always thought he'd be just and brave, stand up for what's right--but for him the Geldenwichs are right, and he will lay down his life for us. Can he just not see? That is doesn't matter... it is not worth dying or killing for." Elmora paused and looked back at Dacian, twisting the birthday flower in her fingers.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 7, 2008 16:30:35 GMT -5
((Just to note, the Duke of Imardin is the Geldenwich Duke, father of Zekeal and Elmora, and the Duke of Rednar is the Sudor Duke, husband of Bethany and father of the heir.))
Character's Name: Bethany Sudor Age:32 Gender:Female Family they support: Sudor Relation to the heir: Mother Physical Description: Stunningly pretty, dark haired and dove-eyed, with smooth, pale skin. Tall and commands a powerful presence. She is slim and wears the lastest gowns; even if they are a little low cut. Personality:With those above her around her, Bethany is the model of obedience, clever and often sucks up to them. Around those that are below her she is dismissive, childish and commanding. She has a strained relationship with her husband and this often leads to bouts of snappyness and jelous of younger girls. She is softly spoken and wishes that she had cared for her child, the heir, more, instead of leaving it to nurses and aunts. Status at court: At the top of the middle History: Once the fourth daughter of a Baron in North Eldinoch, Bethany was expected to become a nun or an old spinster--there was no way anybody would want to marry the fourth girl. Her eldest sister, Margaret, caught the eye of the young King and the were soon engaged to the delight of the Baron. While growing up, Bethany lived in court as her sister's lady in waiting, accompanied by her other two sisters. However, Bethany displayed a talent at courtiership--she caught the eye of none other than the Duke of Rednar's heir, Edmund Sudor. Edmund had fallen deep in love with Bethany, and the Baron granted his fourth daughter's marriage with delight and congratulations to his clever, beautiful daughters whose marriages had brought him so much power. In her first year of marriage, Bethany bore a baby girl, ______. Her sister Margaret also had a baby girl. A year later, disaster struck. Magaret's child died. In the following four years, she suffered two miscarriges and a still born boy. Bethany was heartbroken. Terrified of suffering like that herself, she told her husband she wanted no more children. Edmund was extremely angry-with Magaret's failure to produce an heir, the next in line would be their child. And it had to be a boy, or the name of Sudor would be lost. Bethany stuck to her argument their girl would be capable of sustaining the throne with her future husband, knowing the real reason behind her failiure--fear. ----- "Get it right, that hurt!" she snapped irrantionally to the poor maid that was doing her hair. The maid gritted her teeth and continued, oblivious to the petty complaints of Bethany that wound on and on. Finally she finished and Bethany stood. She patted her hair and admired her gown and seemed cheered. The maid smiled cautiously. Bethany turned and left her rooms to go to the dance. She sighed in the empty corridor and thought of Parma. He was a fool to meddle with powerful men like the Geldenwich Duke. Something about him awed Bethany; so used to power was he that it oozed from him. Edmund was tense and shy when around her sister or the King, or even the Duke of Imardin, wheras he, the Duke of Imardin, was never shy or tense, he was laid back, respectful, clever and quick tongued--the best politician was slimy and fast talking. Entering the ballroom itself, Bethany saw Her Majesty and the Duke of Imardin and his son talking depressingly of politics. She wandered, in what a way she hoped was stunning and casual at the same time. When she reached them, she relised what they had been disscussing. She smiled at the all. Margaret gave her a tense, tight lipped smile, the Duke a graceful one, although his eyes remained stone cold, and his son a almost apologetic. "My dear sister!" exclaimed Magaret in greeting. The other two dipped their heads in atknowledgement of her position. She beamed at them. "My dear Duke, how nice it is to see you out and about! I am suprised my dear husband has not dealt with you yet," Bethany smiled, before turning away with a flick of her gown and leaving the Duke and his son staring after her in, what she hoped, was a half awed, half angered way. The Queen examined him again. "Geldenwich, your position in court is precarious. Do not overdo it, there are limits to your power," she told him coldly, a threatning note to her voice, and turned away. Zekeal gave his father a look of warning, but the Duke ignored it, and left the room to return to his private quarters. Zekeal looked about, but Elmora and their cousin seemed to have vanished.
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Post by Dane on Jun 7, 2008 17:08:49 GMT -5
"Relax yourself, sometimes love finds a way. You might find yourself marrying someone you want to, especially with your father more concerned about your brother than who you marry. Our world is not a pretty one, despite what many believe. People in this world are more than willing to kill to attain a position, despites it no real value. You may not enjoy it, but your brother and your father believe the most important thing in this world is to become king. It's how we are brought up in this world, this disgusting way." Dacian had bent down during his words and was looking at a bush with not particularly many flowers.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 8, 2008 11:53:13 GMT -5
"On the contary, my father is very concerned about my marriage. With Zekeal going for the crown, he'll either win and become King, or fail and be executed. Either way, whoever I marry will become Duke of Imardin. And this way is important. If we stepped back then the Sudors would execute Zekeal for being a too close a relative to the crown. It's for our safety." Elmora sighed heavily. Zekeal, upon finding Elmora was in the gardens, hurried up to them, out of breath from running to find them. "El! The Queen is displeased, but I think we're out of the main trouble. Father said it was never meant to happen, but Parma had been spying on them. Not many of the King's advisors like him, so we think they'll let it pass." he amounted in a hushed tone, before continuing normally, "Why are you wasting time out here? I would have thought you'd be dancing." "I was hot in the ballroom." Elmora waved her hand vaguely. "You're not ill, are you? It was quite cool in there when-" "I'm fine," she firmly continued. Zekeal shrugged and pointed her back in the direction of the palace. She made a face over her shoulder at Dacian, alone behind them. Zekeal turned back. "Aren't you coming, cousin?" He frowned, before striding off ahead. Elmora gave Dacian another apologetic face. "Ignore him. He's so arrogant."
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Post by Dane on Jun 8, 2008 17:00:17 GMT -5
"Yes, I shall be right there." He contiued to kneel for a while before slowly standing up and following the two siblings. He kepts his distance though, not following to closely behind them, yet still following.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 16, 2008 0:43:52 GMT -5
The two of them walked back up towards the ball room, Elmora lagging behind. Zekeal glanced behind him, irritated at Elmora's reluctance. Only when she slowed more and Zekeal stopped and walked back to her did it occur to him she might not be unwell, but upset. "Are you alright?" he inquired, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out her feelings. She looked away and sighed. "I'm fine," she insisted, her hands fidgeting nervously. "I'm not believing that," Zekeal replied firmly, "I'm not completely insensitive, I relise something's not right. Why don't you want to tell me? We are brother and sister; you should trust me, El," She groaned, "Why bother? You wouldn't understand, and would be quick to forget it in the drama at court." He opened his mouth indignantly, but she cut him short, "All you care about is the throne, yourself, and the Dukedom. Do not pretend otherwise," "Is this about Parma?" he called after her retreating back, to no avail. He turned to see Dacian watching. He gave a noncommital shrug and followed Elmora. Her brows were thunderous when they entered the ballroom; Zekeal gave a sigh and took one of various cousins by the hand and led her into a dance. Elmora turned away, with another melodramatic sigh.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 19, 2008 14:41:07 GMT -5
Bethany stepped in and out of the dance, but did not accept anyone's hand. If she did so her husband would surely hear of it, and rage at her later, in the private of their rooms. A year ago, Bethany had requested seperate rooms from her husband. She couldn't live comfortably knowing he could disturb her any moment of her time. However, she was still required to visit him for evening meals. Often these meetings were silent, cold affairs, Edmund dismissive and brooding, Bethany nervous and angered at his treatment of her. When she first had dreamed of marriage, her perfect husband was her confidant, and was understanding and appreciative of her feelings and fears. She had known the alternative to marriage to Edmund was life in a convent or to live as a spinster, and knew she should rejoice at her acheivement and luck in life. She had fallen in love with Edmund, but it was a fleety, mutual attraction, rather than a bond that would endure anything. He had even told her that he didn't mind their child was a girl, when she was born. Not so. As soon as he relised that Bethany and his offspring may rule the country, the relationship was one of convenence only. But not for Bethany. For her, the relatiship ended there. Without love to guide her through, she knew she would never be courageous enough to bear a child, especially after Magaret's misfortune. Bethany shivered and left her pondering of the past and what-ifs, and turned back her attention to the dance. The young Geldenwich girl, Elmora, was standing across the floor. She also stood alone and afraid. Bethany breathed deeply. If only there was someone to guide her, them, out of this malely dominated world that led to such failiure.
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Post by Dane on Jun 19, 2008 15:32:12 GMT -5
Dacian entered the dance, his stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten yet, he had rushed out of his home so early this morning due to his tasks and he suddenly realized he was very hungry. He ignored it as he looked on and saw all the people dancing.
No one would obviously want to dance with him, all the girls thought of him as a peasant with the way he dressed and acted. He did not care though, he had his own life and was going to live how he felt no matter what anyone had to say about.
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 26, 2008 13:49:32 GMT -5
Elmora, alone and feeling shunned and grave, noticed Dacian similary standing alone not far away. She smiled. Dacian, with his optimism and eccentricities always cheered her. He was always considerate of her. Unlike Father, Zekeal or Aunt Veronica. All of them were self-centered. She clenched her fists just thinking about their deeds of insensitivity. But not Dacian. Elmora walked over. She felt confident, happy and all of a sudden without a care in the world, and no worries of what folk might think if she went through with her idea. "Care to dance, Dacian?" she beamed at him. He looked up. With a shiver, Elmora relised what it looked like. It would look like she was using him to spite her brother and father, to irritate them with her choice of company. She was important in the political game, shouldn't be playing with unimportant cousins, but looking for potential suitors and backing the Gelenwich cause. Backing the Geldenwich cause, was, simply put, spying on any Sudor supporters. Elmora detested it, but with her sharp ears and diminutive looks, she was an ideal candidate to place gently within gossiping groups and convinently overhear rumours that could mean an awful lot.
But she was distracting herself from the current situation. She shifted embarrassedly, acutely aware of the looks the two of them were receiving, regretting her rash decisiveness.
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Post by Dane on Jun 26, 2008 14:23:28 GMT -5
"I would most certainly enjoy that." He bowed to her and took her and began to dance with her, he was not the best dancer and a bit clumsy. He however knew what he was doing, when he was younger he had been force to take dance lessons due to his clumsiness. While he danced along with her, he could feel her brother's and father's eyes burning into him as they watched. It was rather uncomfortable, but he did not care that much, they could thing whatever they wanted.
As they danced around he looked at all the people in the room as they snootily talked to one another about stuff they considered important. Dacian just could not imagine why they were like this and they had to always act a way he knew even they felt uncomfortable with, just so they fit in and were considered part of the higher hierachy, not to seem in anyway lower or less better.
(I'm suprized no one else has joined, you don't know any friends or peeps from Neopets who would join us? If no one comes soon, I may bring in a second character from the other side.)
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 26, 2008 15:50:41 GMT -5
((Well, trouble is I lost all my friends when my account was frozen and can't recall them exactly so don't have any friends from there. And none of my real friends roleplay... they don't even know what is, even. Feel free to make another character, we're in need. Does no-one else from ZT & VR do this sort of rp? I had some really good plot twists but we need more people..))
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Post by Dane on Jun 26, 2008 16:08:39 GMT -5
(No, especially with no magic or mythical stuff...Try recall some of their names, I've still got my neopets account)
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 27, 2008 0:58:09 GMT -5
((It's the numbers at the end of their names that let me down. I've already tried remembering but can't. I'll make a new account sometime and get recruiting.))
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Post by earlyrose on Jun 27, 2008 15:07:13 GMT -5
Bethany grimaced as the other girl went and asked that Geldenwich oddity; dressed like a peasant, to dance. A disgrace to the court. But however much she told herself the girl was disillusioned, she knew that she wished she had a companion too, whatever they looked and acted like, whoever they were. Then a servant bobbed up beside her. "My Lady? Her majesty requests your presense in her chambers," Bethany nodded distractedly, still eyeing the couple across the room irritably. Then she turned and curtseyed, "Tell her grace I shall hasten to her summons," she smiled, and he hurried off. With one last glance over her shoulder, she slipped out of the ballroom and made her way to Margaret's quarters. Upon her entry, Margaret stood and kissed her on the cheek. "My dear, come inside," she indicated her private rooms. The outer part of her quarters were filled with ladies in waiting and the older and younger girls, that did not wish to attend the dance, and who knows what they might overhear. Once the door was closed, Margaret turned to Bethany in despair. "Dear sister, what are we going to do? His Grace hasn't improved one bit, and I really have no idea.. the doctors won't let anyone but me to see him, and outside I put on an optimistic face, saying he seems better, but inside, oh, I am distraught! What will happen when he is dead? The throne surely shall pass to the abominable Geldenwichs... My dear, I fear your daughter shall not hold out her claim. Edmund is not influential or rich enough to win, and she is only a girl. No one wishs to marry her, because death is at her side; if her claim fails whoever married her surely faces the scaffold because they are a potential threat. What-" "Calm down, sister." Bethany cut through her rant coldly. During her speech, her sister's hair had unpinned and her face paled. She looked, to say it bluntly, starking mad. Bethany, standing watching, grew more and more alarmed by the second, but hid it. If she lost control then she'd never regain it. "Raving won't solve it. Edmund is stronger than you think; many men are considering my daughter's hand in marriage, her claim still stands firm. Justice shall prevail, and people do not want to give Geldenwich power, for no one shall be able to keep him in check." Margaret sighed, and went to the mirror to repair her hair. "You are right, as usual, Bethany. What would I do without you? But everything is alright with you, you and Edmund are still hopeful of having a son?" "Of course, sister," Bethany soothed. She swallowed the panic rising in her throat. It would not help telling her sister the truth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my control, just to talk, but-" Margaret began, "I understand. It never happened," Bethany pursed her lips and sighed. Then she turned and left the room. Margaret would have another outburst in a few days, and once again Bethany would calm her with lies, and Margaret would never notice Bethany herself was troubled; oh no. Bethany was as cold as stone, she would always cope. She hadn't even blinked when Margaret had the stillborn or the miscarriages. Nothing could affect her. On the outside.
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Post by Dane on Jun 27, 2008 15:41:07 GMT -5
As Dacian danced with Elmora, he noticed a boy far outside jumping up and down trying to get his attention. "Please excuse Elmora, I must attend to something." He bowed politely, he quickly but quietly dash through the nobles trying to not let any see him as he went outside to where the boy was.
The boy was obviously not a noble. "What are you doing here?!" Dacian asked angrily. "Dacian, you have to come. The most peculiar thing has happened, down by the market. Someone claimed he saw a dead body, but when people came there was nothing there. Everyone is baffled, I think it is some sort of cover by those stinking nobles." "You know coming here is dangerous, if they catch you, you will be in big trouble. But thanks for telling me this. "Aren't you coming? This could be really big!" "You know that stuff doesn't interst me, especially if it is do with all that beaurocratic nonsense and hoohaa."
(Hope you don't mind this, just let me know. This is not the character I'm bring in, just an NPC)
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