Post by Dysis-Evanthe Actaeon on Jul 19, 2010 15:57:06 GMT -5
Character played by: Unknown
Name: Dysis-Evanthe Actaeon
Age:17
Race: Carthaginian
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Home Province/Country: Carthage
Appearance:
Small and slender, Dysis stands at a slightly shorter than average height of five foot three inches. Dark bistre eyes peer out of a face framed with ebony locks, and if her nose is slightly larger than d'Angeline standards, the expression of innocence generally makes up for it. Her arms, legs and hips are all slender and small, finely boned, and Dysis takes great care to keep herself physically attractive, wanting to hold herself above others for her step-fathers favor. She loves him, and in knowing others do as well, her appearance is as impeccable as she can manage it to be. Her skin is pale throughout the winter months, and in the summer turns a lush tan, with strong olive undertones coming out to play along with lighter sun streaks throughout her hair.
Personality:
Had Dysis grown up in any other society, she might have been lively, chipper, causing trouble and making her parents fret and worry… but as it was, Dysis was like a well tamed tigress. In public, she was demure and quiet, though she carried herself with self assuredness, a knowledge of who she was and what she was doing, where she stood in every aspect in life even if she didn't honestly know. Her quit wit and playful tongue had been culled long ago, coming out to play now only on rare occasion when others were around; generally it was well reserved for behind closed doors.
History:
Born to a small, penniless woman, Dysis was still a toddler when Cassius Actaeon took her and her mother in, wedding the latter and adopting the former as his own. Being adopted into the ruling household of Actaeon, a city within Carthage, Dysis grew up with both an easier and harder life than most. She'd always feared and loved her step-father both, watching him with wide eyes from a distance as a child, but as she grew into teenage years, he began to take more notice of her.. though, she supposed, it was only right. The time would come where he would give her away, or trade her, or use her to barter for some favor, something she had long ago accepted, if not exactly enjoy. No woman did, but it was their duty at that.
Dysis wasn't diluted, not exactly, though she had convinced herself she'd managed to become Cassius' favorite child; adopted or not. He loved her, wanted to keep her to himself; he'd not yet given her away to another yet, so it must be, and that was all the proof she needed. She loved her adopted father, adored him, wanted to give him anything she could to continue to curry his favor and garner his attentions… including things that she wasn't supposed to give to anyone but her future husband. Dysis had been fifteen the first time she'd lain with Cassius, and he'd taken her virginity with gentle words and nibbles upon her neck. The memory still left her flushed and shuddering with desire; she'd lain with him since, always in secret, always hidden away where none might discover. Even her own mother knew not, nor any of her half or step siblings; she'd dedicated herself to Cassius through and through, would do anything he asked of her. He would never disabuse her, she was convinced, and if occasionally he cuffed her with the back of his hand, she was sure she deserved it in some manner, and he only did it to protect her on some level, to show her the proper course in life.