Post by Veronique Liatris (H) on Apr 22, 2009 0:00:22 GMT -5
Name: Veronique Liatris, Sovereign Duchesse of Camlach
Age: 36
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Veronique is slim, though her hips have rounded a bit with childbearing. Her fair skin burns easily in sunlight, but she refuses to stay inside more than she has to. With light blue eyes and light blond hair, she looks quite a bit like a porcelain doll. She is a ghostly echo of her mother, though she has a stubborn pride that lifts her chin much more than her humble mother’s. She doesn’t bother hiding her feelings, either, so she’s usually smiling and laughing.
History:
Veronique was born the eldest daughter of Lord Sebastien Regenier and his wife, Gabrielle, whose estate neighbored that of the Sovereign Duc’s. As the eldest daughter, she was raised to run a household, to uphold their minor title’s honor and to marry well. It was an easy enough task until she’d met Marc. His smile was easy when he let his guard down and she loved that he let it down often enough around her. They were friends first, and as the years passed she was grateful for that. His asking for her hand was a simple progression to their relationship and her wedding day had been everything a wedding day is supposed to be. She was in love with the most handsome man in Camlach, the match had her father’s blessing, and her mother cried into her handkerchief. Even the birds sang beautifully and the sun shined brightly. That she was carrying a child soon after her wedding day was no big surprise and bringing the first of their two beautiful children into the world was another of those blessed days that could not go wrong. When the second child was born, she was even more happy.
When her marriage started to change, she really didn’t notice. She was wrapped up in being a mother and a wife, her life seemed as perfect as it could be. When the kids were old enough to be a little more independent, she realized that there seemed to be a big space between she and Marc. It saddened her, but she couldn’t get it back where it was. Being friends as long as they had been, she was able to pick up on what was bothering him after a while. Their relationship improved and she was glad they were still friends. If she was nervous about retaining his love and affection with this new wrinkle in their relationship, she tried not to think about it.
When Marc came clean about what he’d learned about his parentage, she was shocked. Any other woman would’ve looked first to the title they could’ve had. Veronique wished she could hug Marc’s soul for the boy he was when he’d learned the truth. That he’d kept it from her as long as he had was a bit of a shock. When he’d announced he was going to the City to claim his inheritance, she encouraged him. It seemed as if it was something he needed to do, to accept who he was.
She’d found that visiting her Cousin provided a release from the stress she found at home. She was sure Marc knew she’d been bedding someone else, and she was also pretty sure he thought it was her Cousin. That it was one of the men hired to guard the family was a coincidence. He reminded her of Marc when he was younger.
Now that Marc had returned, title in hand, she was taking up her role as Duchesse with aplomb.
Age: 36
Race: D'Angeline
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Veronique is slim, though her hips have rounded a bit with childbearing. Her fair skin burns easily in sunlight, but she refuses to stay inside more than she has to. With light blue eyes and light blond hair, she looks quite a bit like a porcelain doll. She is a ghostly echo of her mother, though she has a stubborn pride that lifts her chin much more than her humble mother’s. She doesn’t bother hiding her feelings, either, so she’s usually smiling and laughing.
History:
Veronique was born the eldest daughter of Lord Sebastien Regenier and his wife, Gabrielle, whose estate neighbored that of the Sovereign Duc’s. As the eldest daughter, she was raised to run a household, to uphold their minor title’s honor and to marry well. It was an easy enough task until she’d met Marc. His smile was easy when he let his guard down and she loved that he let it down often enough around her. They were friends first, and as the years passed she was grateful for that. His asking for her hand was a simple progression to their relationship and her wedding day had been everything a wedding day is supposed to be. She was in love with the most handsome man in Camlach, the match had her father’s blessing, and her mother cried into her handkerchief. Even the birds sang beautifully and the sun shined brightly. That she was carrying a child soon after her wedding day was no big surprise and bringing the first of their two beautiful children into the world was another of those blessed days that could not go wrong. When the second child was born, she was even more happy.
When her marriage started to change, she really didn’t notice. She was wrapped up in being a mother and a wife, her life seemed as perfect as it could be. When the kids were old enough to be a little more independent, she realized that there seemed to be a big space between she and Marc. It saddened her, but she couldn’t get it back where it was. Being friends as long as they had been, she was able to pick up on what was bothering him after a while. Their relationship improved and she was glad they were still friends. If she was nervous about retaining his love and affection with this new wrinkle in their relationship, she tried not to think about it.
When Marc came clean about what he’d learned about his parentage, she was shocked. Any other woman would’ve looked first to the title they could’ve had. Veronique wished she could hug Marc’s soul for the boy he was when he’d learned the truth. That he’d kept it from her as long as he had was a bit of a shock. When he’d announced he was going to the City to claim his inheritance, she encouraged him. It seemed as if it was something he needed to do, to accept who he was.
She’d found that visiting her Cousin provided a release from the stress she found at home. She was sure Marc knew she’d been bedding someone else, and she was also pretty sure he thought it was her Cousin. That it was one of the men hired to guard the family was a coincidence. He reminded her of Marc when he was younger.
Now that Marc had returned, title in hand, she was taking up her role as Duchesse with aplomb.