Post by Searaliné de Miloché on Apr 29, 2008 11:08:59 GMT -5
Name: Searaliné de Miloché
Age: 17
Race: d'Angeline
Gender: Female
Description: Tall and willowy, Searaliné is everything a d'Angeline young woman should be. Her dark, burnt brown hair hangs to her mid-lower back, framing a small, petite featured face. Dark brown eyes mesh well with her naturally-tanned skin, though when she's exposed to a lot, or too little sunlight, it gains an olive hue that she detests. Searaliné moves with a grace that seems borne to nobles alone, her hand light and her touch lighter. Her smile shines, but behind that pretty face lurks a cunning, devious, and somewhat selfish mind.
History: Born the third of four children to the Duc de Miloche, Searaliné always knew she wouldn't hold power of any real merit. Her two elder brothers constantly sheltered her, making her feel suffocated more often than not. It was likely that, coupled with the fact that she was the third born, that helped shape her mind to what it is today. Her mouth curls with a gentle smile that is practiced to perfection, and even heartfelt at times - she is driven, not cruel.
During her childhood, Searaline would sit and watch her brothers spar, or partake in studies. She was well versed herself, though when it came time for her to learn the finer arts Ladies partake in, her brothers spent thier time running over the estate and learning it, the people. Their father was a hard man as well and demanded it of them, wanting them to learn as much as they could before his title passed on. Searaline was always patted upon her head and given whatever she wanted except the freedom her brothers shared.
When she was fifteen, Searaline began to develop an eye for the head Horsemaster her father employed, a man well into his forties, married and with three children of his own. He was courteous but resisted the charms she put upon him for months. The day he finally gave in, they were caught in his bed by none other than his wife. Naked and with the sheen of passion on her young body, Searaline watched as the woman drew herself up and exited without another word, and the Horsemaster himself crumbled with grief.
That experience taught her many, many things, but mostly at how powerful a thing that sex could be. It could drive people to do what they might not otherwise, could break down hardened individuals, or, in the most unlikeliest of cases, could stiffen and make them stronger. It's something she's never forgotten, and in the few years since then she had continued perfecting her wiles as a woman, ready to use them to get what she wanted.
Searaliné comes to the City now to find her way, alone for the first time, though with warnings that her brothers might follow behind. For now she seeks to experience as much as she can, and to prove not only her capabilities to her family, but her worth as well.