Post by Eros Shahrizai de Amodour on Oct 25, 2009 15:16:59 GMT -5
Name: Eros Shahrizai de Amodour
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6
Race: D'Angeline (Kushieline)
Home province: Kusheth
Appearance: One would be blind were they not able to see that Eros was a Shahrizai, her hair is perfectly cast in the colour of midnight blue, and winds in soft curls. Her eyes sparkle like saphires at night, her skin pale like white marble. Eros' frame is curvacious like an hour glass, but slender, portraiting the body of a girl coming into woman hood. She is of average stature though she often wishes she were taller. The most common feature of Eros that most notice most is her smile, she seems never without one, and it seems infectious.
Personality: Eros is a very friendly person, to any one she meets she automatically considers them a friend until they show her otherwise. She can be bubbly when excited but when called for studious and serious. Despite this, she has a wicked temper, and has shown it a few times, having fought with some of her cousins when they pushed her too far; though for the most part, it takes quite a bit of prodding for her to reach a point where she snaps. But when she does, she is not afraid to use what ever she can to hurt some one, nails, teeth, anything. Eros is extremely smart, perhaps at a genius level, though she cares little for divulging this unless it comes to her studies where she often uses it to get out of lessons. When she is with her brother, she is often the one that speaks for him, which gives the pair the image of her almost over baring presence, and his inward shyness. A habit of Eros' that is either seen as annoying or endearing is the fact that she is quite perceptive, especially when some one is lying. Often when she is in the presence of one that lies, it is her enjoyment to point it out, to call them out on their lie. She cares little if they are angered by this, but she has little patience for people who lie and she is unconcerned if they don't appreciate her doing so.
History: Compared to her Shahrizai kin, Eros has perhaps had a strange life. Her mother Marisol was always a strange child and fanciful, always in trouble or telling stories to the younger children around her. It was Marisol's desire to live a life beyond what every one considered 'normal'. At a young age Marisol cared little for the games and up bringing that most of her kind recieved, though she was well educated, even by D'Angeline standards, in both the regular schools of thought, as well as her family's own special brand of education. When she was fifteen, she met Comte Maurice-Jean Shahrizai de Amodour. a man 20 years her older and the last of his family, one with title, but no money left. Despite her young age, she knew that he was a perfect match, and at 16 she convinced her parents to sign off on the marriage. She moved in with her new husband, and began her strange quest for fantasy. Maurice-Jean was wholly enamoured with her, finding her innocence bright and fun, making him feel young and carefree, which was nice, considereing he had lost a wife and child in her early twenties. The pair, though perhaps not perfect, fit well together and made each other happy. By the time Marisol had reached her age of majority, she had lit her candle, and the pair began at producing heirs. For years they worked at trying to concieve, Marisol became addement about it, trying herbs, teas, foods, positions, everything they could, but to no avail. Marisol learned about people who would cast spells upon a person in order to induce pregnancy, and convincing Maurice-Jean to try, they set sail for Alba in search of these people. There they found exactly what they had been hoping for, a brew, a witch, and a magic bag, they used them all and began to try again. At thirty, Marisol returned home with child, happily looking forward to her first child. Tragicaly though, by the time Marisol was in her fourth month, Maurice-Jean passed while in his sleep. Despite being sad and alone, Marisol never outwardly showed her emotions, the staff whispered about her and her husband's death, but she didn't care. As she grew with child, she focused on reading, finding that it took her from thoughts of loneliness. Mostly mythology and romance, she cared little for the running of the house hold, allowing the senchel to do most of the work. By the time she was ready to birth, she was enormous and confined to her bed, only giving her more reason to spend her time, drifting away to the worlds in her novels. Late in the fall, in the middle of the night, she gave birth to a set of twins. Marisol was over joyed to hear that she had birthed two children, even more so when she was told she had two boys. It was only later the next day when they came to realize that she had had a girl and a boy. But either way it hadn't matter, she had her children.
Being the strange and quirky person she was, she decided to gift her daughter with a masculine name, so to speak. Marisol changed greatly after the birth of her children, but only in the sense that she was more fancy free and with a wilder imagination. Eros was named after the god of love, her mother seeing fit to give her a name that mirrored masculine strength, but love at the same time. Unbeknownst to her at the time, Marisol named her daughter well.
Always close to her brother, Eros was the opitamy of bright sunshine; constantly smiling, and laughing, playing with the other children her age, or with the animals on the estate. She seemed to always have a knack to soothe some one should they be upset, or be able to make some one laugh when they were unhappy. It was a huge boon when it came to her brother whom was often quick to anger and it seemed only Eros could help that. She and her sibling received a proper education, but by the time they were ten Marisol was the very definition of mad. Her once quirky, free spirited nature turned in on itself and she was often found naked in the middle of the night, wandering with out knowledge of who she was. Some times lucid, some times not; in a moment of clarity she realized that her children would suffer should they continue to live with her. At eleven they left their home and were sent to live with there mother's father, to be raised properly by their kin.
Because of her upbringing, Eros was much like her mother, very fancy free, and free spirited, but after a constant chiding from her other family members, she learned how to keep that side of herself from them, while maintaining who she was. Her outlet became writing, stories of any type, ones she only shared with her brother Erie. As she grew, it became quite obvious to the older members of her family, that she had a beauty that shone, and attracted the attention of boys her age. For the most part she was oblivious to this, until one afternoon when she was twelve, one of her half Shahrizai cousins tried to force her into giving up her virginity. It was her brother that stopped him, but after that her older guardians decided that she should start learning the ways of love, lust, sex, and the Shahrizai way. In a strange way, that day changed her life for a long time to come, it changed the nature of her relationship with her brother, whom soon after became her lover, but in the way that she saw herself. She learned to wield her sexuality like a knife, making sure that she knew when to withdraw and when to pursue. Never manipulative like some of her female kin, Eros always understood the delicate nature of dominition and submission and treated it gently as she would a spring lamb. She never fully pursued it either, letting those that were interested come to her, but it was more often then not her brother that she would lay with, mostly because of they comfort they felt in the company of each other.
By the time she was sixteen, she was known for being as strange as her mother, but as calm and soothing as a balm, garnering her a mulitude of nicknames from her family members. For many years the pair had bounced between different houses, spending time at their patriarch's home and earning respect with her interesting nature, Eros more then most because of her often dreamy appearance. Despite being often the pet by the older one of her family because of her easy nature, it unfortunately meant others her age would lash out at her, snickering at her “perfection” and starting rumours about her and how similar she was to her mother, making her often withdrawn from the cousins of her age and friendless. But in a sense that only gave her more time with her writing. Just recently, their mother Marisol, died in a freak accident, reportedly she jumped head first off the roof of their estate while in a fevered dream, leaving Eros and her brother completely without parents. In an attempt to try to normalize their lives, their grandfather has asked the Duchesse Anacrasia Shahrizai to take on the pair to foster in the City. Its a hope that Eros will find a match to marry and secure her future, one that is hopefully sane and fruitful.