Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Dec 2, 2008 16:38:35 GMT -5
Name: Sarielle Shahrizai
Age: 25
Race: D'Angeline (Kusheline)
Height: 5' 4"
Home Province: Kusheth
Appearance[/u]
Like every other Shahrizai, Sarielle is blue eyed and inky blue-black haired. Her eyes are not the trademark sapphire blue, however. They shine a piercing light, bright blue, the colour of ice reflecting the sky, and they are rimmed with long, lush lashes. The colour of her eyes sets off her alabaster skin and midnight hair; they mesmerize without her even trying, being just as striking in mirth as they are in dire seriousness. Sarielle has pouty lips, her bottom lip fuller than her cupid's-bow upper lip, and she usually has them turned up at the corners in some sort of playful or mocking smile, as is her nature. Her jet black hair tumbles, usually in waves, to just above the swell of her buttocks. Her body is not slight, but she is not heavy set either. She is short torsoed and long-legged although her height only reaches 5' 4". Her hips and chest add ample shape to her sturdy but defined body. What Sarielle lacks in height, she makes up in the sheer magnitude of her physical presence. Everything about her appearance commands attention, both good and bad.
History
Sarielle is the eldest daughter of Baron Dallaire Shahrizai and his wife Shalice Shahrizai. The two wed -- Shalice, a distant relative and young Shahrizai woman trying to move up in rank, and Dallaire, the brother of Francois Shahrizai, who was looking for a woman who would breed him strong, young men -- early in their courtship. Dallaire was a middle aged man, while Shalice was young and fresh, although hardly unlearned in the arts of the heart, as is common for the Shahrizai. For some reason, when he had met Shalice, the seductive, dark-haired beauty, at a fall faire, he thought Shalice was the one. Because of this, within nine months of their hasty marriage, Shalice was pregnant with their first child. Dallaire was certain that the child she carried was a boy. He even had a name picked before the birth. Shalice did not care what the child would be, worrying only about her station in the household. When, nine months after her conception, Sarielle, the product of their anxious attempts, emerged, Dallaire was despaired, while Shalice actually took to the child, her mothering nature rising out from somewhere within her selfish heart. The Baron disliked the child from the moment he set his eyes on her, having no part in her naming. Shalice named her Sarielle.
As she grew into childhood, her mother made sure she had every luxury that she deserved, while her father frowned at her from the shadows. In her young childhood, Sarielle’s mother noticed that she had an affinity for dance, and so she contracted the best dance teachers their money could afford. Sarielle tried desperately to use this, amongst other acquired talents, to earn the love and affection she longed for from her father, but her attempts were unrequited. He could not be swayed by her beauty, her charm, or her talent. She would never be able to be the one thing that he wanted -- a son.
When Sarielle was seven, her mother announced that she was pregnant again. The light was reignited in the Baron's eyes as his hopes for a son were rekindled. He often made visits to the City, going to the temples of Elua and Kushiel to pray for the one thing that was truly lacking in his life -- a son. He promised the Gods that, were they to deliver him a son, he would make sure that that son would get his land and estate, hierarchy be damned. However, nine months saw the birth of Sarielle's baby sister, Naia, and a few short months later, the death of Shalice. All grieved the loss, but none more than Sarielle. She knew that this not only meant the end to her happiness, it meant the end to her father’s attempts at an heir.
Dallaire never remarried, and he grew more and more embittered as the years went by. He saw how Sarielle and Carellin clung to each other, and, hating them both, but Sarielle the most, when Sarielle came of age he sent her away to the City to stay at their estate there, pawning her off to the help and the surrounding Shahrizai, separating Sarielle from the only other thing in the world she had. When she had asked him why, he finally caved and told her that he had never wanted her, that she was a mistake. She couldn’t understand how a man she loved so dearly and tried so hard to please could despise her so deeply. The pain cut through her. But, with the increased amount of exposure to her Shahrizai kin, she came to realise the nature of those with her family name. She slowly learned how to cordon off her feelings of sadness and regret for her father, replacing those with the knowledge of how to manipulate others, when needed, using her beauty and brains. She became comfortable in her skin with who she was, exuding a confidence far larger than her physical stature. She was a quick study in all aspects of learning, and not just those of pure academia. She always strove to be the best at everything she put her mind and body to. She found that the time away from her father allowed her to grow as an individual. She continued with her dancing, using it as a way to express her inner self, as a way to hold onto it, even though it was locked away.
Now 25, her father on his deathbed, she remains in the City of Elua. Dallaire never had any other children, being forced to name Sarielle as his heir. When the time comes, she will claim her birth right, and be reunited with her sister.