Post by iphigenie on Mar 26, 2012 19:05:11 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: [Sister] Iphigénie Charpentier
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Undecided
Birthplace: Val Chevin, Orlais
Residence: Val Royeaux, Orlais
Affiliation: Andrastian Chantry, but sympathizes with the Templar Order
Occupation: Cleric (Chantry scholar)
Religion: Andrastian Chantry
COMBAT
Class: Citizen
Character Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Willpower: 3
Magic: 0
Cunning: 3
Gear: Chantry robes and one modest spare dress; she never wears any sort of armor as she cannot fight
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Iphigénie certainly isn’t the most beautiful woman who ever lived, and she is perfectly fine with that; vanity is sinful in her eyes, and so she puts little stock in appearances, only maintaining her own in order to look presentable and respectable as she represents the Chantry. Her cornflower blue eyes, bordered by short brown eyelashes are so very much like her father’s and sister’s, but the soft lines of her face give her the feminine appearance she inherited from her mother. Her light blonde hair is fairly long but almost always braided into one simple plait that hangs to middle of her back. She is of an average height for a human female and, while she is healthy and fed as a Chantry sister, Iphigénie has almost no muscle tone whatsoever and very small, barely distinctive curves. Her complexion is pale because she has spent most of her time inside of Chantries, poring over archives and writing her own treatises; she usually has dark circles under her eyes due to a lack of sleep. Despite being Orlesian and the opulence of Val Royeaux, Iphigénie very rarely wears any cosmetics or face paint—she can’t remember a recent instance where she has, or chooses not to because she isn’t proud of it.
Personality:
► charitable (for the most part): Iphigénie feels it is her duty to care for all the Maker’s children in any way she can, and so she believes that she must be a generous and charitable person. It makes her so unhappy to see others suffer from poverty and other unfortunate situations, and she does her best to remedy others’ pain with the resources she has. She’s rather hypocritical in this aspect, as there are certain individuals whose suffering she is ignorant to (or simply refuses to acknowledge), but she is not a selfish person. She will look out for others’ interests before her own.
► passionate & dedicated: When Iphigénie sets her heart on something and/or believes in something, she cannot be swayed very easily. Her emotions and her religion drive her in many of these cases, and she cannot simply ignore them. She is a stubborn woman, which is both beneficial and detrimental.
► devout: Iphigénie could’ve probably recited most of the Chant of Light at some point in her childhood. Having spent almost her entire life in the Chantry and being educated in the Andrastian belief, Iphigénie is very devoted to her worship of the Maker and follows the Andrastian Chantry—almost like a lamb to the slaughter. She is a pious young woman, but she is very naïve; she now has her doubts, but often dismisses them in favor of once again blindly following the Chantry’s teachings because they are all she has ever known. Skepticism makes her feel like all her life spent in the Chantry has meant nothing, and she refuses to think that her efforts have been made in vain.
► aloof & chaste: Being raised in a very conservative Chantry didn’t expose Iphigénie to much demonstrated affection despite the familial, platonic love everyone seemed to have for each other. Iphigénie didn’t grown up with parents to smother her with embraces and kisses all the time, only a sister she didn’t get to spend her time with and several Mothers without a true maternal streak to look after the affirmed and the initiates. Iphigénie isn’t a touchy-feely person; she’s shy about connecting with people, and her vows definitely keep her chaste. She does not make friends easily because she is so reserved.
► intelligent & analytical: Iphigénie was born to be a scholar, although she occasionally laments being in the Chantry instead of studying at the University of Orlais before remembering that religious contemplation is much preferable to rubbing elbows with snooty, conceited children of nobility. She has always been an eager student, taking to her education very quickly and advancing through her studies at a rapid pace. Iphigénie has a knack for learning, particularly documenting and analyzing history. She loves intellectual discussion and philosophies, although is rather uncomfortable when fellow intellectuals start to challenge her conservative, Andrastian views.
► fanatical: Iphigénie is so naively devout that she become a religious fanatic. She is so dedicated to the Chantry that it blinds her judgment; this dedication combined with her passion makes her a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the preservation of the Andrastian belief and proselytizing. Her enthusiasm is extreme and unchecked, and she is easily offended when it comes to the Chantry. Her zeal eventually drives her to adopt a Machiavellian mindset.
HISTORY
At the tender ages of six and four, respectively, Iphigénie and Thérèse Charpentier became orphans and were taken into the chantry of Val Chevin. From that point and on, the Andrastian Chantry and its teachings would be the two things the sister would know best.
Felix Charpentier married his sweetheart Camille, and the two settled in Val Chevin to start their own family. In only a few years after their marriage, Camille passed away giving birth to Thérèse and left Felix with two very young daughters to support. Felix managed somehow, but soon began to incur several debts and house stranger after stranger without demanding any rent as an act of charity (though he himself could barely afford to live comfortably, let alone live comfortably with two other mouths to feed). His charity was his downfall as the latest and last poor soul he welcomed into his home turned out to be in league with several apostates and maleficarum. Felix hanged for harboring maleficarum, and his daughters were sent to the Chantry. (As a result, Iphigénie is very bitter the experience; this experience in addition to her sister’s later occupation help fuel her dislike for magic.)
Iphigénie and her sister lived in the Chantry as affirmed lay-sisters, receiving an education and lodging in exchange for the many tasks they did to take care of the Chantry. Iphigénie took to the Chantry more easily than her sister, embracing the Andrastian faith unconditionally as well as the Chantry’s teachings while Thérèse longed to be an adventurer; Iphigénie tempered her sister’s restlessness and impatience, but only for so long. Iphigénie took her vows as a teenager and became an initiate training in academic study; her younger sister would go on to begin Templar training. Iphigénie’s love for knowledge, academia, and history impressed the Revered Mother of Val Chevin, who, after a few years, recommended she travel to the Grand Cathedral to seek elite training in becoming a Cleric.
Val Royeaux was the best thing that happened to Iphigénie, who could pursue her ambitions in the Chantry at the center of the Andrastian faith. She immediately took to her continued studies in the archives and libraries of the Chantry in hopes of gaining access to true treasures of knowledge and Andrastian literature. She worked under elder Clerics in their research and recovery of holy artifacts, and managed to publish her first piece of work, an analysis of the Exalted Age, very recently. The escalating conflict Mage-Templar conflict, among other conflicts, has only brought forth her zealous streak as she is steadily becoming a very vocal member of the Chantry. Not only does she wish to be recognized in the Chantry, but she also wishes to ruthlessly help preserve the faith in face of the occurring schisms, the instability in Thedas, and the Chantry’s apparently waning influence.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Alicia
Contact: PM is best, but I can also be accessed via MSN (should be in my profile <3)
Roleplay Experience: Nearly seven years, mostly on HP RPGs
Language(s): English, some French
How did you find us?: affiliates section of some RPG I found from Deviant Art
Roleplay Sample: (Not my best, but one of the most recent.)
Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, this so was not getting any better. Ignoring her buzzing thoughts and the annoying feeling telling her she was being unfair was fairly difficult on a normal basis, but when combined with the stress of the holiday rush, the other numerous annoyances, and the increasing embarrassment, it was impossible. She snapped, and once again it was coming back to bite her. It was working much more quickly this time, and the effects were worse.
Amber wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor or to turn invisible so she could get the hell out of here. It would be even better if both of them could forget about the past few minutes, so her mind could be at rest, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. For all her hoping and wishful thinking, Amber wasn't an optimist; and so she was torn between running away and biting her nails in distress until she could grab her two rambunctious sisters, leave, and never see that redhead with the unnerving smile ever again. If only this line would actually move - it was as if the whole world was against her! Funny, how this wasn't the first time she felt that way. It certainly wouldn't be the last time.
Part of her wanted to whine and complain, to cut him off every time in order to insist that she had every right or that he should get over it, but Amber couldn't be so petulant, so immature and childish. She worked so hard to come off as mature and disciplined, but 'little' things tore it all down in a split second. 'Little' things like, how did he put it? She was taking out her anger on him, a total stranger who actually wasn't yelling at her or sassing her back even though Amber more or less deserved it.
However, Amber was supposed to be ignoring him and everything else that was irrelevant to her sole object: getting out of Flourish and Blotts as quickly as possible.
"Just forget it," she mumbled as she looked back over her shoulder at him momentarily. "And that was supposed to be me...never mind. Line's moving, you say? I'll get right on it." Amber hauled her bags along with her as she waddled forward, dropping the bags on the floor next to her when she stopped again behind the graying woman in front of her. She leaned to the left to count the number of people the stood between her and the cashier, hoping that none of them had as many books to pay for as she would by the time Emilee and Collie finally finished weeding out the must-haves from the books they didn't really want. There were five of them: five people who would take up the cashier's attention for the next half hour. Five people who were dawdling and therefore prolonging Amber's extremely uncomfortable and awkward situation.
"I really am, you know. Sorry." Maybe if there weren't five people in front of her, she wouldn't have done the dumb thing and said anything at all. Of course, she wouldn't have been stuck there for much longer if there weren't five people there, but it still wasn't the smart thing to do. Amber couldn't help it, though. She blurted it out before she could fret over doing one thing or the other. Her indecision was indeed a flaw, but impulse had to be worse. It never worked out.
Amber wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor or to turn invisible so she could get the hell out of here. It would be even better if both of them could forget about the past few minutes, so her mind could be at rest, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. For all her hoping and wishful thinking, Amber wasn't an optimist; and so she was torn between running away and biting her nails in distress until she could grab her two rambunctious sisters, leave, and never see that redhead with the unnerving smile ever again. If only this line would actually move - it was as if the whole world was against her! Funny, how this wasn't the first time she felt that way. It certainly wouldn't be the last time.
Part of her wanted to whine and complain, to cut him off every time in order to insist that she had every right or that he should get over it, but Amber couldn't be so petulant, so immature and childish. She worked so hard to come off as mature and disciplined, but 'little' things tore it all down in a split second. 'Little' things like, how did he put it? She was taking out her anger on him, a total stranger who actually wasn't yelling at her or sassing her back even though Amber more or less deserved it.
However, Amber was supposed to be ignoring him and everything else that was irrelevant to her sole object: getting out of Flourish and Blotts as quickly as possible.
"Just forget it," she mumbled as she looked back over her shoulder at him momentarily. "And that was supposed to be me...never mind. Line's moving, you say? I'll get right on it." Amber hauled her bags along with her as she waddled forward, dropping the bags on the floor next to her when she stopped again behind the graying woman in front of her. She leaned to the left to count the number of people the stood between her and the cashier, hoping that none of them had as many books to pay for as she would by the time Emilee and Collie finally finished weeding out the must-haves from the books they didn't really want. There were five of them: five people who would take up the cashier's attention for the next half hour. Five people who were dawdling and therefore prolonging Amber's extremely uncomfortable and awkward situation.
"I really am, you know. Sorry." Maybe if there weren't five people in front of her, she wouldn't have done the dumb thing and said anything at all. Of course, she wouldn't have been stuck there for much longer if there weren't five people there, but it still wasn't the smart thing to do. Amber couldn't help it, though. She blurted it out before she could fret over doing one thing or the other. Her indecision was indeed a flaw, but impulse had to be worse. It never worked out.
Password: Gray Warden
