Post by Tempeste de Trevalion(D) on Apr 8, 2006 0:01:11 GMT -5
Name: Tempeste de Trevalion, Comtesse de Fourcay
Age: 23
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing 5'6", Tempeste's dark sepia-brown hair hangs to her mid-back in waves, her emerald green eyes blazing with intelligence and pride. Her bearing is one of great regality, back always straight and looking people in the eye, almost a strick manner to her walk. Her face is beautiful, though her soft lips and large, doe-like eyes command the most attention.
History: Granddaughter of Gaspard de Trevalion and his wife Listle, Tempeste was raised with the best of everything; tutors, playmates, books and anything that money could buy. Her father, the Comte de Fourcay, was hoping to turn his heir into a diplomat and trained her so. She speaks a number of languages both ancient and modern, including Akkadian, Illyrian, Caerdicci, Alban, Aragonian, and Cruithne.
Tempeste's childhood was of one that was bound to tradition and manner, and in so doing she was raised with a proper fashion...The future Comtesse.
Though her life was as grey as they come, her youth was only made that much more exhuberant by her younger brother Denis. A person she had the displeasure of being kin to, something that guiles her to this day.
He thankfully spent most of his time being fostered away, so they're relationship was never strong and she often saw herself like an only child.
At eighteen she left for Tiberium and had been living ever since only recently returning. Word reached her that her mother and father had both died of illness while she was in Tiberium, so Tempeste came home, schooling complete, to run the family lands as she had been taught.
Her issues continued with Denis when she returned home, as her parents were now died and Denis unharmed. Deep down she blames her brother for their perils.
Tempeste speaks little, though when she speaks she speaks true, never lies, and is always firm in her words. Lately she has been called to the City in the wake of the attacks, leaving her steward to care for the lands and setting up a city home. Also, being unwed, finding a husband is the second item on the agenda, and she pursues it with ruthless efficiency. Though she has only had a few lovers Tempeste has no issue with not having sexual experience.
Age: 23
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing 5'6", Tempeste's dark sepia-brown hair hangs to her mid-back in waves, her emerald green eyes blazing with intelligence and pride. Her bearing is one of great regality, back always straight and looking people in the eye, almost a strick manner to her walk. Her face is beautiful, though her soft lips and large, doe-like eyes command the most attention.
History: Granddaughter of Gaspard de Trevalion and his wife Listle, Tempeste was raised with the best of everything; tutors, playmates, books and anything that money could buy. Her father, the Comte de Fourcay, was hoping to turn his heir into a diplomat and trained her so. She speaks a number of languages both ancient and modern, including Akkadian, Illyrian, Caerdicci, Alban, Aragonian, and Cruithne.
Tempeste's childhood was of one that was bound to tradition and manner, and in so doing she was raised with a proper fashion...The future Comtesse.
Though her life was as grey as they come, her youth was only made that much more exhuberant by her younger brother Denis. A person she had the displeasure of being kin to, something that guiles her to this day.
He thankfully spent most of his time being fostered away, so they're relationship was never strong and she often saw herself like an only child.
At eighteen she left for Tiberium and had been living ever since only recently returning. Word reached her that her mother and father had both died of illness while she was in Tiberium, so Tempeste came home, schooling complete, to run the family lands as she had been taught.
Her issues continued with Denis when she returned home, as her parents were now died and Denis unharmed. Deep down she blames her brother for their perils.
Tempeste speaks little, though when she speaks she speaks true, never lies, and is always firm in her words. Lately she has been called to the City in the wake of the attacks, leaving her steward to care for the lands and setting up a city home. Also, being unwed, finding a husband is the second item on the agenda, and she pursues it with ruthless efficiency. Though she has only had a few lovers Tempeste has no issue with not having sexual experience.