Post by Paris L'Envers on May 23, 2010 20:54:54 GMT -5
Character Played By: Camellia Belle
Name: Parisa Shamabarsin-L’Envers (a.k.a. Paris L’Envers)
Age: 16
Race (Lineage Origin): ¾ D’Angeline (Namarrese), ¼ Akkadian
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6
Home Province/Country: Khebel-im-Akkad
Appearance: Paris looks a lot like her mother, a subtle mix of D’Angeline and Akkadian heritage. Because her mother is also of L’Envers blood, Paris’ eyes are the same as her fathers and grand mother Valére’s. Her skin is naturally dark, but not overly so, and not in a way that would make her an oddity among D’Angelines. Her hair is a strange colour that could be best described as auburn, but has a tendency to run a dark chestnut in the winter months; indeed its usually only in the summer that it reflects this auburn colour. Her body has the appropriate curve of a woman
Personality: Paris is unbelievable smart, she’s quick and cunning, she’d likely give a Shahrizai a run for their money as she can pin point a person’s weakness within moments of meeting them. She’s cruel and perverse, much like her father. But she has a very pleasing public manner; she’s humourous and polite, courtly and demure, the epitome of class. One would never realize how cracked her soul is until they really get to know her, but that never happens as she’s never let anyone see that side of her except her father.
History: Paris’ mother was the daughter of Valére L’Envers and the Khalif Sinaddan Shamabarsin, effectively making Paris’ father, also her great uncle (as Henri is the half brother of Valére). Because of being the grand daughter of the Khalif, Paris had everything she ever wanted, and everything Henri wanted for her. She’s fluent in D’Angeline and Akkadian mostly, with only a bare trace of an Akkadian accent. She’s well tutored, and trained in dance as well as some formal training in Naamah’s arts. She speaks Hellenic, Cruithne, Aragonian, Caerdicci, and Menekhetan. She is an accomplished rider, and is well versed in many forms of literature as well as science, mathematics, and falconry. For the most part, her life has been mostly untouched by the unrest between the two nations of her lineage, though she’s come across some animosity directed toward her D’Angeline heritage, growing up in a home connected to the palace with all the protection fit for her standing, she’s remained immune to outside influences.
As a child Parisa was quite normal, she was much like her cousins and did not stick out in any fashion, but Henri reckons that has more to do with the fact that at this time she was under the tutelage of her mother Nasreen. Nasreen had been a natural submissive, something that Henri always enjoyed in his wife and niece. She took every ounce of his cruel nature with grace and indulged in ever perverted desire that Henri forced upon her.
Even though Henri appreciated this characteristic in a woman, he wanted his daughter to have a bit more spine. As it happened, when Paris was eight Nasreen died when she bleed out after she miscarried with her second child. It was in this time that Henri began to “educate” his daughter in the way he saw fit; this included turning her into his perfect spy and he began to teach her much more then her cousins ever learned. He brought her into his world in many different ways, he spoke of cruel things and how her Akkadian ancestry had to be purged from her, that being D’Angeline was what made her special and how money and power were the only way to true happiness. Paris grew up on stories of Terre d’Ange and the fallacies her father preached; perhaps it was in her blood for it did not take much for her to grow as twisted as he. Indeed she became so twisted that not long after her tenth birthday she began to lust after Henri. It was nothing more then a thought in her head those days, her earliest memory of having desires for her father came just after her mother died. It wasn’t more then a month after her death that Henri began to take women from the Khalif’s harem into his home, and often in his drunken state he would forget to bolt his door. Paris would wake during the night to the sounds of cries and screams coming from her father’s bed room. She would stand at the door way, just out of sight and watch her father defile women after women in the most objectionable ways. For many years she would allow herself to watch her father at work, as night after night he would bring women home, some times the same woman, some times two or three, but she would always see the same sights.
At an age where she was just beginning to learn of her own body, and hormones began to produce lustful thoughts, the witnessing of such events surely warped her mind for the worse. It wasn’t long after she turned thirteen when her twisted nature began to show more and more, she would flirt with the men at court in such a way that know one would ever be able to tell that she was learning and working through the machinations of seduction. Being the intelligent child she was, the art of seduction became near science to her as she learned who different men desired different things. This was also an age where she began to blossom in her body, her flat chest giving way to tender pert breasts, ripe like fruit, and her hips beginning to take on the perfect curve of womanhood. Just before her fourteenth birthday, Paris set her sights on her father; as the years had passed, her attraction to him grew, and though many would know that this probably had more to do with the desire to have a true protective father figure in her life, the years of perversions made her see it in such a different way. The night in question when things began to change was a hot night in the middle of summer; once again Henri had brought home a woman from the harem, one of his favourites, and began his usual routine. Paris waited and crept from her bed with only a light dressing robe on, left open and only covering her breasts, then went and stood by her father’s door. Except this time, instead of keeping out of sight, she stood and watched in full view; the pair locked eyes and a disturbing incestuous bond was formed. For most of the year after it was mostly a game of boundaries; Henri had never had intentions on his daughter but the truth was that he never saw her as “his little girl” and Parisa never saw him as anything more then a teacher and corrupter. Despite the blood kin between them, there was no denying the lust and a strange form of perverted lust and both perused each other to quench this thirst. Just before her fifteenth birthday Paris made the bold move and asked her father to be the first to take her virginity, and so on that very birthday they consummated their bizarre relationship and have been doing so ever since.
It was in the last year that Henri and Paris began to set their sights on other desires and became a team of depravity. They began to learn about things back home, about Ambrose’s death, how Sabrina had taken over and was being crowned as Queen. They also heard about Henri’s kin Elliot and how he had married an adept whore. In this time they devised a plan; the pair would return to the place of Henri’s birth and put stop to all the nonsense, he’d stop the marriage between his distant cousin and the Ruskovian Barbarian, and he’d force Sabrina to wed her brother to Parisa. To test Parisa’s abilities, they set their sights on a rival of her fathers to see how well she could manipulate and destroy. In the matter of the afternoon she had seduced the man and bed him, only to turn around and claim to the Khalif that the merchant had raped her; their plan worked and the unsuspecting rival was beheaded within the week.
Armed with her nature and cunning, she travels with her father to the great City of Angels in a quest to rise in the ranks and bestow power and wealth onto herself and her father in the most demented way possible.