Post by Mariah de Lydes on Dec 20, 2012 3:27:23 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Mariah Idina Sonnen de Lydes
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Lydes, Orlais
Residence: Errant
Affiliation: Orlesian Empire (Loyal to Celene)
Occupation: Chevalier
Religion: Chantry
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0
Cunning: 1
Gear:
Armor: Mariah wears medium-weight armor composed of fine leather, steel mail, and silverite plate (pictured above). She wears a chain-mail cowl as opposed to a helm. Mariah's cape is weighted with mail and is made of a rough silk. She wears her heavier plate armor in combat, and her travelling scale armor suit when on the road.
Weaponry: Trained in many forms of warefare, Mariah can be seen utilizing the proper weapon for the situation in most cases.
She owns two charging lances made of ash and tipped with iron.
Her bow is made of supple yew, and she generally carries 15 ashen arrows with hawk-feather fletching.
Her sword and shield are cousins, named Defiance and Piety respectively. Crafted of silverite-steel alloy and uniquely ornamented with the golden Fleur de Lydes, Defiance is a medium-weight longsword, while Piety is a heavy targe.
She carries a steel dagger at all times.
Percival: Mariah's horse is a bully of a black destrier. Trained from birth to be a hybrid war-draft horse, Percival is a stallion. Standing at 15 hands tall. Shod with heavy shoes meant for the road, Percival also wears the plate/chain-mail armor characteristic of Orlesian chargers when in battle. He is ill-tempered and prone to biting and kicking most people.
Cart: Preferring to travel at a moderate and deliberate pace, Mariah employs a horse-drawn cart to carry most of her equipment, including clothes, rations, and spare armament.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Mariah is a young Orlesian woman possessed of dirty-blonde hair, aquamarine eyes, and fair skin. Her face is full, with pink lips and high cheekbones. She is rather tall, standing at 5 feet and 8 inches, and though she has powerful and athletic limbs, her torso has a very feminine shape.
Though she is seldom seen without her armor, Mariah has been described as a fine dresser, and a moderately desirable woman. She is never seen wearing the make-up that most of her contemporaries wear. Her hair is generally worn in a an appropriate fashion for the occasion, but she prefers to tie it back.
Personality: A Chevalier in the highest standing, Mariah endeavors to be virtuous, moral, and just. Often the under-dog, Mariah's work ethic is exemplary, though she often has to resort to tactics other than brute force. Analytical and determined are two words that perfectly describe Mariah.
HISTORY
Born of Comte and Comtess Sonnen of Lydes, Mariah is the 3rd child of the line. Comtess Sonnen died while birthing Mariah's twin sister, who was stillborn, sending the Comte into depressive spiral for the formative years of Mariah's life.
As Comte Sonnen was the military general of Lydes, Mariah grew up in a military household with relatively little supervision. The young girl proved to be too much for her hand-maidens to handle, becoming involved in many a scandal and debacle by the time she turned 10, many including rough-housing with her older brother.
At the age of 13, upon being caught abed with a young duchess from Val Royeaux, Mariah was given a shorter leash by her father. In his ire he determined that Mariah should work under the Knight-Master at Arms for a week to show her how grateful she should be for an easy life. The Comte was unpleasantly surprised by the result of his sentence.
The Knight-Master reported that Mariah was the best page he had ever had. The Comte was shocked, and essentially washed his hands of the matter, giving his only daughter relatively free-range over the estate. She chose to remain in the armories and stables, eventually advancing to the same duties that would be expected of a squire.
Soon, with the permission of her father, Mariah became a squire in earnest. Under Knight-Master Thoreau, Mariah began training in combat and strategy. In combination with her prior womanly education in art, history, and simple humanities, she was easily considered one of the most highly educated squires ever, and was knighted at the tender age of 17, taking both an oath of fealty and an oath of chastity.
After showing impressive amounts of prowess in various tournaments, Mariah was chosen to be trained as a Chevalier, an elite knight. Upon completion of her training at 22, Mariah rejoined her father, participating in her council of Knights as the highest ranking knight at the table.
It was decided that the loyalty of Lydes to the Empire dictated a solemn duty: to find Empress Celene at all costs. Claiming privilege as a Chevalier, Mariah shouldered the task of searching Ferelden for the lost Empress. She remains there to this day, searching for her rightful Lady.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Maria del mar (or Mdm)
Contact: Personal message or email.
Roleplay Experience: I have been role-playing for 8 years now, ranging from Naruto, to marvel, to Inheritance.
Language(s): My mother-tongue is Spanish, and I speak a variety of other languages.
How did you find us?: Overlord google.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
Merril lay curled about the base of the massive egg, as naked as her naming day. As soon as the egg had begun to hatch, Merril had moved it out of the public eye, and into a tent that Nasuada had kindly provided for her. Tears welled in the Elf's eyes as she shifted her lithe body closer to the egg.
The dragon with the river-bank scales was having trouble hatching.
Reaching out with her mind, Merril could not connect with the dragon, no matter how she tried. Every time she got close, the dragon pulled away. Merril could almost touch the dragon's desire for a companion that had been hidden away for so long. Stroking the egg, Merril knew that the dragon...her dragon...was dying. Her voice heavy with emotion, but whithered by her mental exersions, Merril placed her hand over the small crack in the egg that had appeared when she had first touched it, and sang in her mother-tongue.
"You have lingered in the dark for so long, collecting the shadows of this world; painting it with the darkest colors of your mind...you have not known me, but you have dreamed of me, just as I have dreamed of you. Bond with me here.
Bond with me. Learn to fly with me, and you will possess every color of this world, and no longer learn from the phantoms of history in books, or false tales."
A soft hum came from the large egg as the dragon with the river-bank scales responded to Merril's song. Hearing the dragon, Merril looked up, moving to her knees to sing into the crack directly.
"Have you dreamed of me much? Have you hungered so long for the touch of my hand? Bond with me here, this night and you will possess that and more of me. For every breath that my lungs take in, and every beating of my heart; every thought belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
It is not power, or knowledge, or society that I desire. Not food or wine, or the pleasure of this world, not even the best. Only the closeness do I crave...to hear again the hum of your valved voice."
A warmth came to the crack in the gigantic egg then, and a gust of air as the dragon pressed its muzzle to Merril's hand, breaking through the jeweled shell. The universe flared to life in Merril's mind, and the hot sting of bliss shot through her, rendering her breathless. The Elf slumped against the egg, catching herself on the neck of the dragon as its head protruded.
The tears began to stream down her face as she locked eyes with her soul-mate for the first time. Merril poured her energy into the dragon as it flexed its muscles, emerging fully from the egg, and dragging her into a heaped embrace on the floor of the tent. Their minds were one, and his voice sounded just as she had dreamed it would.
"I have waited long indeed for you, my love."
The dragon hummed, and his voice filled Merril's mind. She gave in to it, allowing him to explore every inch of her being, as she did to him. They delved deep into each other's minds. From a dream, long ago, from a half-remembered childhood day, the dragon chose his name, reciting Merril's thoughts at being presented to dragon eggs as a child.
"Whoever you are...wherever you are...I will love you until the end of the void itself."
Merril's voice caught in her throat, and she was speechless.
"You have dreamed of me as Jormungandr, the foundation of your world. It is a good name. A strong name. I would be glad to have it."
Standing and meeting the dragon for the first time as equals and bond-mates on common ground, Merril once again touched her left hand to his snout, whispering his name.
"Jormungandr...".
The dragon with the river-bank scales was having trouble hatching.
Reaching out with her mind, Merril could not connect with the dragon, no matter how she tried. Every time she got close, the dragon pulled away. Merril could almost touch the dragon's desire for a companion that had been hidden away for so long. Stroking the egg, Merril knew that the dragon...her dragon...was dying. Her voice heavy with emotion, but whithered by her mental exersions, Merril placed her hand over the small crack in the egg that had appeared when she had first touched it, and sang in her mother-tongue.
"You have lingered in the dark for so long, collecting the shadows of this world; painting it with the darkest colors of your mind...you have not known me, but you have dreamed of me, just as I have dreamed of you. Bond with me here.
Bond with me. Learn to fly with me, and you will possess every color of this world, and no longer learn from the phantoms of history in books, or false tales."
A soft hum came from the large egg as the dragon with the river-bank scales responded to Merril's song. Hearing the dragon, Merril looked up, moving to her knees to sing into the crack directly.
"Have you dreamed of me much? Have you hungered so long for the touch of my hand? Bond with me here, this night and you will possess that and more of me. For every breath that my lungs take in, and every beating of my heart; every thought belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
It is not power, or knowledge, or society that I desire. Not food or wine, or the pleasure of this world, not even the best. Only the closeness do I crave...to hear again the hum of your valved voice."
A warmth came to the crack in the gigantic egg then, and a gust of air as the dragon pressed its muzzle to Merril's hand, breaking through the jeweled shell. The universe flared to life in Merril's mind, and the hot sting of bliss shot through her, rendering her breathless. The Elf slumped against the egg, catching herself on the neck of the dragon as its head protruded.
The tears began to stream down her face as she locked eyes with her soul-mate for the first time. Merril poured her energy into the dragon as it flexed its muscles, emerging fully from the egg, and dragging her into a heaped embrace on the floor of the tent. Their minds were one, and his voice sounded just as she had dreamed it would.
"I have waited long indeed for you, my love."
The dragon hummed, and his voice filled Merril's mind. She gave in to it, allowing him to explore every inch of her being, as she did to him. They delved deep into each other's minds. From a dream, long ago, from a half-remembered childhood day, the dragon chose his name, reciting Merril's thoughts at being presented to dragon eggs as a child.
"Whoever you are...wherever you are...I will love you until the end of the void itself."
Merril's voice caught in her throat, and she was speechless.
"You have dreamed of me as Jormungandr, the foundation of your world. It is a good name. A strong name. I would be glad to have it."
Standing and meeting the dragon for the first time as equals and bond-mates on common ground, Merril once again touched her left hand to his snout, whispering his name.
"Jormungandr...".
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