Post by Squee on Jan 18, 2009 5:09:13 GMT -5
Name: Sali Hyria
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5’7
Weight: 138
Appearance: One can hardly be in the royal family without beauty. It’s unthinkable to have someone who isn’t devilishly handsome or isn’t almost as perfect as a rose. A simple no-go. A Queen, a princess, king or prince, it doesn’t matter. If they aren’t pretty, they aren’t liked. Well, not liked much anyway.
It might be a good thing Sali shares the traditional beauty. There’s the long black hair that’s always changing styles; from the soft curls to the formal wraps around headdresses. The coal dark eyes that are supposed to be open, lively, and happy at anyone who comes in contact with her. It gives the light to the face as she smiles expressively, a greeting. Delicate hands wave to tell a tale. A slender, slight frame supporting those formal or casual gowns. Straight spine, eye contact, nice posture…
Yeah right. Or you can be a slouchy mess sitting in your chambers wondering what the hell you’re going to do about all those men wishing to marry you. Wondering how you’re going to solve a scuffle without pissing people off. What are you going to do about that dinner? When was that next outing beyond the palace?
If only the people new of some of her dilemmas.
Behind the scenes, she presented almost a completely separate personality. A side many people didn’t know about. Sparks that were hardly considered in a royal figure lay somewhere.
Even if those sparks are stubborn rebellion.
Birth place: Onderon, Iziz
Occupation: Royalty
Rank: Queen
Bio: Sali was next on the throne by birthright. It was your standard birthing. Parents crooned over her, nurses paid her mind when she wailed and they weren’t available, she got to wake everyone up at one o’clock at night. It was the infanthood she would never remember.
Being a toddler and swerving into childhood was simplistic. As a toddler, you got to throw wild tantrums and be chased everywhere by the nurses who wanted to change you from your white nightie gown. Around the courtroom during an important meeting, sending the guests into fits of laughter as you grin brightly and swept up by the nurses as you stand, mesmerized by the melodious sound you coaxed out of others. It was also amusing to find your father during one of the many parties your parents hosted. He would usually grant you a “before bed” dance. The nurses were never far behind to cart you off to bed and conjure their magic over you as they read the bedtime story aloud.
From being a toddler came the young age when you actually begin to remember things. Now older, Sali really can’t recall the first playdate. It’s hazy, unclear, but it happened when she was little. It was nice to have her parents have a close relationship with someone else with a kid. If gave Sali chances she wouldn’t have had. Such as sharing. Oh yes, bratty and self –centered little girl she was at first. She was forced to cough up some time with a favorite toy by a standing spectator. The idea was ground into her head until it was a matter of habit.
Yuar was this playmates name. Yuar Nedra. He came from a family that was all but considered nobility. Not that it bothered Sali much. She just had someone else to play hide and seek with instead of her caretakers. When he chased her, it was for the pure amusement of a game called tag. Those dresses she sometimes wore tripped her up sometimes, and her caretakers would fuss over any dirt stain on the dress for about three seconds before Sali took off at a full sprint again.
A couple of years peeled away. The need to begin education arose. If Sali was going to take her parents’ place one day, she needed to understand what she was doing and how it affected her people. She had to know what to do at what times. There was your basic education thrown in there somewhere as well.
Hello study time, good bye excessive play time. Not that Yuar was getting much play time himself. But a young girl can’t be expected to understand that!
Old texts and law reading passed slowly over the years. More time was spent with holographics than it was with her old playmate. In the time that was spent with her old friend, there was a great deal of conversing and maybe a little goofing off. As well as plenty of giggling on Sali’s part. Then again, it was just that stage of a girl.
Somewhere between toward the beginning of age thirteen and fourteen did Sali start to grow a little more serious. She started to look forward into the future a little more. She began to have a clear picture of what would be asked of her. Being a single child, she was the only heir. Her role would have to be every bit as great as those before her.
Yuar had grown up as well, and become a dependable friend dear to her. Perhaps more dear to her than he realized. There was a moment she felt to express such feelings. She could practice in the mirror all she wanted to. Saying it to his face was a different matter. Walking and talking to him, should the thought come to express herself, her mouth became dry and her heart fluttered wildly, emitting the smallest amounts of fear. No, there was no way to say such things.
It was one of the few moments Sali ever became brain locked. She didn’t act, she didn’t think, she didn’t speak much until the few moments of brain locked passed. It was odd for her. Sali never really had trouble expressing in something as simple and as silly as anger. When it came to romance, though, it made her uncertain on what to do.
There was one chance that it didn’t take her long to react to and be certain about. It had been just an evening stroll, a once through the palace gardens. It became something more special when Yuar reached down and stole a kiss from lips that could hardly explain themselves to him. A heart flutter later, she returned it. A little action like that said everything that her words couldn’t.
Words like forbidden and wrong were not the first to cross her mind. They always emerged later, but only if she was alone. She hated it, dreaded it, but she wouldn’t let go. Therefore publicly she was a proper princess and behind the curtain she was something of a rebel. A teenager with a dirty little secret. And who had to know, right? As long as she was careful, she would not be punished, and neither would Yuar. It was one of the important things; don’t get caught. If in the presence of others, they would act as if merely very good friends. At least it gave Sali a chance to act, coming handy for future purposes.
The relationship between Sali and Yuar strengthened and grew as he remained on Onderon. It didn’t end when the boy finally grew old enough to attend the Naval Academy and finally went off to join the Republican Navy. It declared not as much time spent, but he had to come and see her some time, right? Right. It wasn’t so much so. Though he still contacted her, Sali was finding it harder and harder to share a deep relationship. But if it came down to this question: Did she still love him? The answer would’ve had to be yes, always.
Sali was nearly eighteen when she took a huge hit to the face. Her father was assassinated. As she had grown, she came from thinking everyone loved her to understanding there was a force that would always disagree with the royal family. That opposing force had managed to wriggle its way into the palace and snatch her father’s life from under her nose. He had died in his sleep, under the effects of poison. The perpetrator had been a dinner guest. It was just as well her mother and Sali had decided not to put anything extra in their drinks that night. It was a far too lucky call. Misfortune was on the Hyria family when the assassin was not caught.
She was highly emotional the following days after. It was after the funeral when she took hold of herself. Sali didn’t sink as far under as her mother did. She sympathized her mother and did her best for her. There was a lot of stress for the longest of times, and fear, that the killer would come knocking again. It was what the Queen herself feared the most. And what if, perhaps, it got to Sali? Sali tried not worrying about it herself. The first couple of months passed in peace, and the Hyria family began to relax again.
A few of more years fell way. Once more a killer struck, and managed to escape with the Queen’s life and failed in attempt to reach Sali’s chambers. She later found out it wasn’t so much to kill her, but to deliver a rather ominous message. The King and Queen had apparently ticked off some group of people or another, and the clan was giving the next generation a warning.
Sali was Queen at twenty-one. It really wasn’t that bad of a role. It wasn’t always fun sitting in a chair in a courtroom (and listen to her people complain some way or another, most of the time), but it really wasn’t horrible. The decisions were sometimes hard, but Sali came to a conclusion some way or another. One of her first was to compromise with the group of people who had killed her parents. It was a lethal crime. For months, she kept contact with this group. Slowly, she coaxed them from hiding just enough for the officials to pounce on them and trap them with vengeful claws. It went to show that the new Queen knew how to come around a crisis and emerge strong.
And now that her spot as Queen was firmly settled without any immediate danger, she could turn to other more important matters. Especially dealing with the pesky nobles looking to be King. They were just an annoying part about being single.
And to this day she has not declared anyone a suitor for the grace of taking the crown with her.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: N/A
Melee Weapons: N/A
Ranged Weapons: 2 (You never know when you might be the one with the blaster pistol in hand)
Alignment:
+4
RP Sample:
If she looked hard enough, just hard enough, she could see the swirling patterns decorating the ceiling. It didn’t even have to be swirling. Sometimes she made them as stripes. And other days, the plain, reddened walls were made of tiles. It’s what happened when you’ve been part of the same debate for two days now. She had agreed to listen to their propositions. Her advisor said it would be for the better some time in the future. Sali just wasn’t sure if it was the correct decision to make. Would it benefit her as well as Onderon.
There was a soft knock on the chamber’s door. Not tearing her eyes from the ceiling above her, Sali called for her maidservant to enter. It didn’t make much difference. It was the politically correct maidservant. It usually was. Nelani was one of those servants that Sali truly appreciated and liked. She could usually offer something for Sali to go by if the Queen was stuck. Honest opinions were nice on occasions. And Sali didn’t get many of those. Yes, Nelani could be struck out as a friend to her.
Even now, the servant stood there with her hands on her hips and a small menace to her stare. “My Queen, what are you still doing in bed?”
“Absolutely nothing…” she answered, almost blissfully, earning a snort for a response. Sali’s gaze lowered to meet her servant’s eyes. There was a small frown but it flicked upward into an innocent smile. “I have to have rest too, you know.”
“But they’ll be here in within the hour.”
“Can’t we just send them off?”
“You promised them.”
“Bloody…”
“Language, my Queen.”
This time, Sali snorted.
“Come, come, you gotta get up. I’ll help with the rat’s nest you call for hair.”
“It’s merely bed hair. If they marry me, they better get used to seeing it every morning.” Finally, she coaxed the smallest of smiles from Nelani.
“True, but I doubt they want to see that as you talk to them. Up, up, come on now.”
Sali hated this part of being Queen. You were expected to marry. Plain and simple. You had to have a kid, continue on passing the crown to your young children. She had to appear as if giving some interest in marrying some time soon. So it was as she sat with nobles in her gardens, idly chatting and conversing, doing her best to act like she had a meaning behind doing so. It was… enlightening sometimes to know which direction which nobles were coming from. The ideas and possibilities were endless.
Every once in a while, Sali would narrow it down to one or two nobles to talk to. It was rare if she spoke to only one. It was even more rare if the noble was allowed to return the next day. No one had made it to the third day with the Queen. There were so many who called her irrational for not being married and with a child by now. Sali didn’t think it was irrational. She simply reserved her heart for someone else. And he was so far away.
“Nelani, has Yuar tried contacting me recently, do you know?”
“No word, Your Highness. I’m sure he’s a little busy with the Republic, wouldn’t you say? You have been watching the affairs outside of Onderon, right?”
“Of course,” Sali replied matter-of-factly. “I would be useless if I was a bubble brain.”
“Tongue…” Nelani warned.
“I don’t speak like that outside my chambers. Nothing to be worried much about, Nelani.”
“Still, such a habit would be disastrous should it grow.”
And so is reservation.
“Who are my nobles today?”
“Oh my, yes. Toleo Ganar looks like a promising sort. He is most handsome, mylady…” The words continued to pour from Nelani’s mouth as Sali stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes following her maidservant’s fingers as they curled around her hair. She found herself once more praying for Yuar’s safety. As friend or lover, it was beginning to become hazy on which.
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5’7
Weight: 138
Appearance: One can hardly be in the royal family without beauty. It’s unthinkable to have someone who isn’t devilishly handsome or isn’t almost as perfect as a rose. A simple no-go. A Queen, a princess, king or prince, it doesn’t matter. If they aren’t pretty, they aren’t liked. Well, not liked much anyway.
It might be a good thing Sali shares the traditional beauty. There’s the long black hair that’s always changing styles; from the soft curls to the formal wraps around headdresses. The coal dark eyes that are supposed to be open, lively, and happy at anyone who comes in contact with her. It gives the light to the face as she smiles expressively, a greeting. Delicate hands wave to tell a tale. A slender, slight frame supporting those formal or casual gowns. Straight spine, eye contact, nice posture…
Yeah right. Or you can be a slouchy mess sitting in your chambers wondering what the hell you’re going to do about all those men wishing to marry you. Wondering how you’re going to solve a scuffle without pissing people off. What are you going to do about that dinner? When was that next outing beyond the palace?
If only the people new of some of her dilemmas.
Behind the scenes, she presented almost a completely separate personality. A side many people didn’t know about. Sparks that were hardly considered in a royal figure lay somewhere.
Even if those sparks are stubborn rebellion.
Birth place: Onderon, Iziz
Occupation: Royalty
Rank: Queen
Bio: Sali was next on the throne by birthright. It was your standard birthing. Parents crooned over her, nurses paid her mind when she wailed and they weren’t available, she got to wake everyone up at one o’clock at night. It was the infanthood she would never remember.
Being a toddler and swerving into childhood was simplistic. As a toddler, you got to throw wild tantrums and be chased everywhere by the nurses who wanted to change you from your white nightie gown. Around the courtroom during an important meeting, sending the guests into fits of laughter as you grin brightly and swept up by the nurses as you stand, mesmerized by the melodious sound you coaxed out of others. It was also amusing to find your father during one of the many parties your parents hosted. He would usually grant you a “before bed” dance. The nurses were never far behind to cart you off to bed and conjure their magic over you as they read the bedtime story aloud.
From being a toddler came the young age when you actually begin to remember things. Now older, Sali really can’t recall the first playdate. It’s hazy, unclear, but it happened when she was little. It was nice to have her parents have a close relationship with someone else with a kid. If gave Sali chances she wouldn’t have had. Such as sharing. Oh yes, bratty and self –centered little girl she was at first. She was forced to cough up some time with a favorite toy by a standing spectator. The idea was ground into her head until it was a matter of habit.
Yuar was this playmates name. Yuar Nedra. He came from a family that was all but considered nobility. Not that it bothered Sali much. She just had someone else to play hide and seek with instead of her caretakers. When he chased her, it was for the pure amusement of a game called tag. Those dresses she sometimes wore tripped her up sometimes, and her caretakers would fuss over any dirt stain on the dress for about three seconds before Sali took off at a full sprint again.
A couple of years peeled away. The need to begin education arose. If Sali was going to take her parents’ place one day, she needed to understand what she was doing and how it affected her people. She had to know what to do at what times. There was your basic education thrown in there somewhere as well.
Hello study time, good bye excessive play time. Not that Yuar was getting much play time himself. But a young girl can’t be expected to understand that!
Old texts and law reading passed slowly over the years. More time was spent with holographics than it was with her old playmate. In the time that was spent with her old friend, there was a great deal of conversing and maybe a little goofing off. As well as plenty of giggling on Sali’s part. Then again, it was just that stage of a girl.
Somewhere between toward the beginning of age thirteen and fourteen did Sali start to grow a little more serious. She started to look forward into the future a little more. She began to have a clear picture of what would be asked of her. Being a single child, she was the only heir. Her role would have to be every bit as great as those before her.
Yuar had grown up as well, and become a dependable friend dear to her. Perhaps more dear to her than he realized. There was a moment she felt to express such feelings. She could practice in the mirror all she wanted to. Saying it to his face was a different matter. Walking and talking to him, should the thought come to express herself, her mouth became dry and her heart fluttered wildly, emitting the smallest amounts of fear. No, there was no way to say such things.
It was one of the few moments Sali ever became brain locked. She didn’t act, she didn’t think, she didn’t speak much until the few moments of brain locked passed. It was odd for her. Sali never really had trouble expressing in something as simple and as silly as anger. When it came to romance, though, it made her uncertain on what to do.
There was one chance that it didn’t take her long to react to and be certain about. It had been just an evening stroll, a once through the palace gardens. It became something more special when Yuar reached down and stole a kiss from lips that could hardly explain themselves to him. A heart flutter later, she returned it. A little action like that said everything that her words couldn’t.
Words like forbidden and wrong were not the first to cross her mind. They always emerged later, but only if she was alone. She hated it, dreaded it, but she wouldn’t let go. Therefore publicly she was a proper princess and behind the curtain she was something of a rebel. A teenager with a dirty little secret. And who had to know, right? As long as she was careful, she would not be punished, and neither would Yuar. It was one of the important things; don’t get caught. If in the presence of others, they would act as if merely very good friends. At least it gave Sali a chance to act, coming handy for future purposes.
The relationship between Sali and Yuar strengthened and grew as he remained on Onderon. It didn’t end when the boy finally grew old enough to attend the Naval Academy and finally went off to join the Republican Navy. It declared not as much time spent, but he had to come and see her some time, right? Right. It wasn’t so much so. Though he still contacted her, Sali was finding it harder and harder to share a deep relationship. But if it came down to this question: Did she still love him? The answer would’ve had to be yes, always.
Sali was nearly eighteen when she took a huge hit to the face. Her father was assassinated. As she had grown, she came from thinking everyone loved her to understanding there was a force that would always disagree with the royal family. That opposing force had managed to wriggle its way into the palace and snatch her father’s life from under her nose. He had died in his sleep, under the effects of poison. The perpetrator had been a dinner guest. It was just as well her mother and Sali had decided not to put anything extra in their drinks that night. It was a far too lucky call. Misfortune was on the Hyria family when the assassin was not caught.
She was highly emotional the following days after. It was after the funeral when she took hold of herself. Sali didn’t sink as far under as her mother did. She sympathized her mother and did her best for her. There was a lot of stress for the longest of times, and fear, that the killer would come knocking again. It was what the Queen herself feared the most. And what if, perhaps, it got to Sali? Sali tried not worrying about it herself. The first couple of months passed in peace, and the Hyria family began to relax again.
A few of more years fell way. Once more a killer struck, and managed to escape with the Queen’s life and failed in attempt to reach Sali’s chambers. She later found out it wasn’t so much to kill her, but to deliver a rather ominous message. The King and Queen had apparently ticked off some group of people or another, and the clan was giving the next generation a warning.
Sali was Queen at twenty-one. It really wasn’t that bad of a role. It wasn’t always fun sitting in a chair in a courtroom (and listen to her people complain some way or another, most of the time), but it really wasn’t horrible. The decisions were sometimes hard, but Sali came to a conclusion some way or another. One of her first was to compromise with the group of people who had killed her parents. It was a lethal crime. For months, she kept contact with this group. Slowly, she coaxed them from hiding just enough for the officials to pounce on them and trap them with vengeful claws. It went to show that the new Queen knew how to come around a crisis and emerge strong.
And now that her spot as Queen was firmly settled without any immediate danger, she could turn to other more important matters. Especially dealing with the pesky nobles looking to be King. They were just an annoying part about being single.
And to this day she has not declared anyone a suitor for the grace of taking the crown with her.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 2
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: N/A
Melee Weapons: N/A
Ranged Weapons: 2 (You never know when you might be the one with the blaster pistol in hand)
Alignment:
+4
RP Sample:
If she looked hard enough, just hard enough, she could see the swirling patterns decorating the ceiling. It didn’t even have to be swirling. Sometimes she made them as stripes. And other days, the plain, reddened walls were made of tiles. It’s what happened when you’ve been part of the same debate for two days now. She had agreed to listen to their propositions. Her advisor said it would be for the better some time in the future. Sali just wasn’t sure if it was the correct decision to make. Would it benefit her as well as Onderon.
There was a soft knock on the chamber’s door. Not tearing her eyes from the ceiling above her, Sali called for her maidservant to enter. It didn’t make much difference. It was the politically correct maidservant. It usually was. Nelani was one of those servants that Sali truly appreciated and liked. She could usually offer something for Sali to go by if the Queen was stuck. Honest opinions were nice on occasions. And Sali didn’t get many of those. Yes, Nelani could be struck out as a friend to her.
Even now, the servant stood there with her hands on her hips and a small menace to her stare. “My Queen, what are you still doing in bed?”
“Absolutely nothing…” she answered, almost blissfully, earning a snort for a response. Sali’s gaze lowered to meet her servant’s eyes. There was a small frown but it flicked upward into an innocent smile. “I have to have rest too, you know.”
“But they’ll be here in within the hour.”
“Can’t we just send them off?”
“You promised them.”
“Bloody…”
“Language, my Queen.”
This time, Sali snorted.
“Come, come, you gotta get up. I’ll help with the rat’s nest you call for hair.”
“It’s merely bed hair. If they marry me, they better get used to seeing it every morning.” Finally, she coaxed the smallest of smiles from Nelani.
“True, but I doubt they want to see that as you talk to them. Up, up, come on now.”
Sali hated this part of being Queen. You were expected to marry. Plain and simple. You had to have a kid, continue on passing the crown to your young children. She had to appear as if giving some interest in marrying some time soon. So it was as she sat with nobles in her gardens, idly chatting and conversing, doing her best to act like she had a meaning behind doing so. It was… enlightening sometimes to know which direction which nobles were coming from. The ideas and possibilities were endless.
Every once in a while, Sali would narrow it down to one or two nobles to talk to. It was rare if she spoke to only one. It was even more rare if the noble was allowed to return the next day. No one had made it to the third day with the Queen. There were so many who called her irrational for not being married and with a child by now. Sali didn’t think it was irrational. She simply reserved her heart for someone else. And he was so far away.
“Nelani, has Yuar tried contacting me recently, do you know?”
“No word, Your Highness. I’m sure he’s a little busy with the Republic, wouldn’t you say? You have been watching the affairs outside of Onderon, right?”
“Of course,” Sali replied matter-of-factly. “I would be useless if I was a bubble brain.”
“Tongue…” Nelani warned.
“I don’t speak like that outside my chambers. Nothing to be worried much about, Nelani.”
“Still, such a habit would be disastrous should it grow.”
And so is reservation.
“Who are my nobles today?”
“Oh my, yes. Toleo Ganar looks like a promising sort. He is most handsome, mylady…” The words continued to pour from Nelani’s mouth as Sali stared at her reflection in the mirror, eyes following her maidservant’s fingers as they curled around her hair. She found herself once more praying for Yuar’s safety. As friend or lover, it was beginning to become hazy on which.
