Post by Morgana nó Dahlia (D) on Jan 30, 2006 20:11:54 GMT -5
Morgana De L’Avice no Dahlia, Adept of Dahlia House
Age: 23, nearing 24
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark brown curls cascade down to her mid back, hints of gold dancing in their depths. Light ocean blue eyes shine against the contrast of her hair and catch the moonlight in an angelic way. Sleek, Morgana stands strong 5’9”, layers of trained muscle hidden under sheets of decedent clothing. Her jaw line is sturdy yet soft and her eyebrows curve into a stubborn arch. Her lips are a full rose color, plumping at the center into a natural pout. Nearing the end of her service to Naamah, Morgana’s marque is nearing completion. A large blossoming dahlia flower fills the cavity betwixt her shoulder, bearing the bright colors of its kind. The center petals glow a soft yellow outlined with a faint pink. Slowly, the farther outside the flower you look, the petals become more and more pink and less yellow, the colors washing together perfectly. A pale green steam winds its way down her spine, dancing between her vertebrae, branching into several small flower buds down the sides of her back. Petals fall from the largest flower and soft, barely visible lines dance behind them symbolizing the light of the sun. There is one bare scene left on her right side where he last amount of the marque will be traced and completed following her final assignations.
History: Born into the house of a wealthy merchant and an adept of Camellia house, Morgana has naught but a younger sister, Gabrielle. As a young child she was sent to Dahlia house to complete her service to Naamah, her younger sister remaining at home, never herself to enter the service. Morgana’s father, Janvier, was often away when she was young, thus since her acceptance into Dahlia, few memories have been fostered of him. She only knew him through a portrait that hung over the mantle of the fireplace in their old home. When his second daughter arrived, scant months before Morgana had left home, her father returned. It was then that her mother, Collete, and he decided she should be sent to the night court. Morgana never felt like part of the family, her mother was the one who raised her and the others seemed to outcast her, and like her father, push her away, much to the confusion of the young girl.
Once and Dahlia she was one of the few girls trained to tumble, for flexibility, and hand to hand combat, for hidden strength and protection. She was trained to use a fan, beautiful, delicate and lady-like, which was filled with retractable blades in case a violent situation arose. She was immediately successful in the house, and when she come of age, she became on of the most called upon adept of Dahlia.
Several years after entering her service to Naamah, Morgana received a letter bearing her family crest, telling of her mother’s death. An illness had swept through Namarre, where she was from, taking several lives, including that of her mother’s.
The death of her mother broke the last contact she had with her family, and although still baring their name, she has had no contact with them for the past few years.
Age: 23, nearing 24
Race: D’Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark brown curls cascade down to her mid back, hints of gold dancing in their depths. Light ocean blue eyes shine against the contrast of her hair and catch the moonlight in an angelic way. Sleek, Morgana stands strong 5’9”, layers of trained muscle hidden under sheets of decedent clothing. Her jaw line is sturdy yet soft and her eyebrows curve into a stubborn arch. Her lips are a full rose color, plumping at the center into a natural pout. Nearing the end of her service to Naamah, Morgana’s marque is nearing completion. A large blossoming dahlia flower fills the cavity betwixt her shoulder, bearing the bright colors of its kind. The center petals glow a soft yellow outlined with a faint pink. Slowly, the farther outside the flower you look, the petals become more and more pink and less yellow, the colors washing together perfectly. A pale green steam winds its way down her spine, dancing between her vertebrae, branching into several small flower buds down the sides of her back. Petals fall from the largest flower and soft, barely visible lines dance behind them symbolizing the light of the sun. There is one bare scene left on her right side where he last amount of the marque will be traced and completed following her final assignations.
History: Born into the house of a wealthy merchant and an adept of Camellia house, Morgana has naught but a younger sister, Gabrielle. As a young child she was sent to Dahlia house to complete her service to Naamah, her younger sister remaining at home, never herself to enter the service. Morgana’s father, Janvier, was often away when she was young, thus since her acceptance into Dahlia, few memories have been fostered of him. She only knew him through a portrait that hung over the mantle of the fireplace in their old home. When his second daughter arrived, scant months before Morgana had left home, her father returned. It was then that her mother, Collete, and he decided she should be sent to the night court. Morgana never felt like part of the family, her mother was the one who raised her and the others seemed to outcast her, and like her father, push her away, much to the confusion of the young girl.
Once and Dahlia she was one of the few girls trained to tumble, for flexibility, and hand to hand combat, for hidden strength and protection. She was trained to use a fan, beautiful, delicate and lady-like, which was filled with retractable blades in case a violent situation arose. She was immediately successful in the house, and when she come of age, she became on of the most called upon adept of Dahlia.
Several years after entering her service to Naamah, Morgana received a letter bearing her family crest, telling of her mother’s death. An illness had swept through Namarre, where she was from, taking several lives, including that of her mother’s.
The death of her mother broke the last contact she had with her family, and although still baring their name, she has had no contact with them for the past few years.