Post by Verona de Pavento on Jul 1, 2008 20:28:43 GMT -5
Name: Verona de Pavento
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Caerdicci
Appearance: Verona is a beautiful girl, but is by no means striking or renowned, her features unmistakably Caerdicci. Her eyes are a tender brown that mimic her hair, which falls in straight locks to her lower back. She is of average height, just peeking 5'7, and her body holds the hips and roundness of a newly budded woman. Verona is more voluptuous then most of her kin, but by far the men seem to find it more pleasing then some of her gaunt cousins.
History: As a child Verona was a tomboy. Her only sibling, her brother just 3 years her elder, was the source of most her rebellion. Her parents wished her to read and knit and learn how to court a man, but Verona wanted nothing more them to climb trees and play in the dirt.
For years, Verona was content to paddle after her older brother, playing with his friends scrapping and fighting with the others. And though Verona received her worth of education, riding, languages, literature and the arts, she never felt as satisfied then when she was out in the forest of her family's estate.
Her parents were in dismay on a regular basis, her constant acts of boyish behaviour garnered a fair share of looks and whispers. On three separate occasions her parents had been in the process of arranging betrothals to local young men, and on each occasion she managed to do something to make the family reconsider.
Mind you she never outraged the family outright, but she managed to do something to make the boy's parent's shrink away.
This was how it was for many years...many years until her fourteenth birthday. Before this Verona had been flat chested, slender and more often then not mistaken for a boy in a dress. But as her fourteenth grew nearer, her body slowly began to mature.
By fifteen, her breasts had swelled to small peaches, round and pert. And her hips had widened creating a noticeable hour glass shape in her figure.
Now, at the age of sixteen, Verona has continued to mature, her breasts grown to soft firm melons, her waist curvaceous and creating quite the stir among men her age.
Even with her budding form Verona had always been a rapscallion, frustrated with her new form's ability to navigate tree limbs and fit into tight places. It wasn't till one day when rough housing with Marius-a long time friend of her brothers- then he pinned her down and the soft swell of her breast was witnessed by the boy. At fifteen his desire drove him and he kissed her there. The moment it happened Verona changed from a rambunctious and precocious child, to a confused and haunted young woman.
She has felt the joyous nature of an intimate touch and yearns to understand more. Though as propriety suggests, she would never dishonor her family such. So, she contemplates and sits most days reading and writing in her journal, the innocence of youth gone.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Caerdicci
Appearance: Verona is a beautiful girl, but is by no means striking or renowned, her features unmistakably Caerdicci. Her eyes are a tender brown that mimic her hair, which falls in straight locks to her lower back. She is of average height, just peeking 5'7, and her body holds the hips and roundness of a newly budded woman. Verona is more voluptuous then most of her kin, but by far the men seem to find it more pleasing then some of her gaunt cousins.
History: As a child Verona was a tomboy. Her only sibling, her brother just 3 years her elder, was the source of most her rebellion. Her parents wished her to read and knit and learn how to court a man, but Verona wanted nothing more them to climb trees and play in the dirt.
For years, Verona was content to paddle after her older brother, playing with his friends scrapping and fighting with the others. And though Verona received her worth of education, riding, languages, literature and the arts, she never felt as satisfied then when she was out in the forest of her family's estate.
Her parents were in dismay on a regular basis, her constant acts of boyish behaviour garnered a fair share of looks and whispers. On three separate occasions her parents had been in the process of arranging betrothals to local young men, and on each occasion she managed to do something to make the family reconsider.
Mind you she never outraged the family outright, but she managed to do something to make the boy's parent's shrink away.
This was how it was for many years...many years until her fourteenth birthday. Before this Verona had been flat chested, slender and more often then not mistaken for a boy in a dress. But as her fourteenth grew nearer, her body slowly began to mature.
By fifteen, her breasts had swelled to small peaches, round and pert. And her hips had widened creating a noticeable hour glass shape in her figure.
Now, at the age of sixteen, Verona has continued to mature, her breasts grown to soft firm melons, her waist curvaceous and creating quite the stir among men her age.
Even with her budding form Verona had always been a rapscallion, frustrated with her new form's ability to navigate tree limbs and fit into tight places. It wasn't till one day when rough housing with Marius-a long time friend of her brothers- then he pinned her down and the soft swell of her breast was witnessed by the boy. At fifteen his desire drove him and he kissed her there. The moment it happened Verona changed from a rambunctious and precocious child, to a confused and haunted young woman.
She has felt the joyous nature of an intimate touch and yearns to understand more. Though as propriety suggests, she would never dishonor her family such. So, she contemplates and sits most days reading and writing in her journal, the innocence of youth gone.