Post by Isolde Cricton on Jun 30, 2011 11:11:04 GMT 8
IsoldeCrichton
[glow=blue,2,300]***THE ROLE PLAYER***[/glow]
Name: Jessica
Age: 23
How you Found us: Google
Role Playing Experience: at least 10 years took a Hiatus the last year or so. I've created Cannon characters and Originals. Although I have played Isolde before this is my first Merlin/Arthurian themed RPG so I am excited. I've been apart of a smallville RPG before so I love these types of shows with the mix of cannons with some changes more or less.
Have you Seen the Show: Yes, Watch it frequently
[glow=blue,2,300]***BASIC CHARACTER INFO***[/glow]
Name: Isolde Crichton/Issy
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Group: Royalty
Face Claim: Sophia Myles
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER PERSONALITY***[/glow]
Likes:
Books/Poems/Stories
Freedom
Love
Herbs/Medicines/Cures
Kindness/Helping others
Blue is her favourite colour
Dislikes:
Duty
Death/war/fighting
Power
Trickery
her father (She loves him, but he takes his role of King before father and she just doesn't like that side of him)
Good/Bad Habits:
Good habit 1:
She is quite good at taking care of others and has found that need for her help quite satisfying. Whether it being in her gift of healing or just common helping of a task
Bad Habit 1:
This may not be a so called Bad habit. She has spend many hours alone and just living in her head maybe too much that she gotten separated a little from reality. She is a Dreamer which has both good qualities and bad.
Good Habit 2:
She can be found reading a fair bit. It has in away shaped how speaks and who she has become.
Bad Habit 2:
She can press her opinion a little too much.
Good Habit 3:
She has a very strong loyalty to people closest to her.
Bad Habit 3:
Though she is kind to anyone she meets, it can take her sometime to open up or let someone get close to her. Guess shyness is best to describe it. But she can hide it.
Personality: Isolde is that typical princess wanting a so called common life. It isn't that she does not love her home or her people. For many years she has been feeling as though her body was in Ireland but her heart was seeking something else. For Isolde she called it freedom somewhere to escape to from all the duty and death that surrounded her. Why was she to have such feelings of freedom or love if she wasn't suppose to have them. She sought most of dreams and thoughts from her books. She loved Poetry that mix and play of words that just a couple group of words could mean so much. Yes on some part she lived by these. Though Isolde wasn't completely cloud headed as one would be assuming by now. Despite not favouring the duty she had she attended to it with grace. On some level she loved her father dearly, but he was more of a king than he ever was a father. Isolde believed this life is what killed her mother, she saw the light slowly wash away from her mother the last few years, but somehow still carried her puzzling kindness and grace as if she was fine. Isolde knew she didn't want that loveless life her mother led, she wouldn't let herself die that way.
She does not enjoy war but she cannot pity the solders that fight. Its just something she knows isn't completely able to be rid off, it will always be in this world one way or the other a reminder the good needs a reason to live. She never learned the skills of fighting and she this is one of her weaker points. Of course she has that instinct in the moment to defend for herself at a point, but no skills and easily to surrender.
[glow=blue,2,300]***CHARACTER HISTORY***[/glow]
Family:
Mother: Isolde Queen of Ireland (Deceased)
Father: Anguish King of Ireland
Her name was also Isolde and Queen of Ireland before her death when Isolde was just 6 years old. She was arranged to marry the King of Ireland at a young age of 18. She first came pregnant with a son but miscarried at just 4 months. Then a few months after she became Pregnant with Isolde a daughter she would become to call her miracle child. Her marriage with the king was not the easiest and there grew to be love between them, but the King grew to love the power than the love of his family. Isolde also has an uncle Sir Marhaus Who is her mother's brother Who is a very faithful and great skilled knight of the king of Ireland. Isolde never warmed to him. He was quite different to her mother.
History:
Isolde was born when Spring was just about to turn into Fall. It was early in the morning and specially beautiful day. She came into this world like a shining gem to her mother. She was loved from the moment of her creation and proudly took the name that was already her mothers. A name that meant Beautiful and Isolde was everything that word meant. Both inside and outside. From her early childhood she knew there was something that seperated her mother and father, that was the power and the lack of true love on the king's part. She also saw the duty and death that surrounded the kingdom, she always despised it. It were never moments of Family time that Isolde could remember. She had a bond with her mother what she could, but the king had Isolde learning everything a princess of Ireland was meant to know.
Fighting was out of the question women didn't fight especially princesses. Something Isolde took interested from her early years was the gift of healing like her mother before her she was a natural with the herbs and the different medicines. She remembers fondly of her mother's teaching. When the death of her mother came Isolde came more alone in her mind. She never stopped learning the ways of healing and would continue to feel her mother along side her. To this day she can still feel her mother with her leading her every step of the way.
She was just 6 years old when her mother left her, In this time she also took to the daily long walk to her grave and reading some favoured poetry books of her mothers. These books were full of love of a world distant from where Isolde was. She would read any book she could get her hands on and always carries one with her where ever she goes.
As for her father he loved Isolde greatly she was an image of her mother and looking upon her was like looking at his wife everyday. He wanted the best for her, but he thought the best for was to learn to obey and know her role of Princess rather than the role of daughter. Tough love was just a taste of it. It was when her father was drunk that she feared him, he was a quite angry drunk particularly worse after the death of her mother. With Isolde getting the blow of it on a few occasions. Isolde always forgave him, but with these moments and the massive pressure to be princess never to have a life of her own just made Isolde want to escape even more. Dream of something where Love would be the strongest part of it. She feared the days that her father would betroth her to someone she doesn't know and there would never be love. She never could find the courage to escape and She did what was expected of her.
(I'll add more once I know how she gets to Camelot is decided)
[glow=blue,2,300]***ROLE PLAY SAMPLE***[/glow]
The same rock, the same view of the ocean and the lump of land across it. One would say this was boring and that was something Isolde liked. She wouldn't use that word, but simple. Wasn't that beautiful? To see colours of browns and greens crash with the dark blue water that rushed along the golden sand. But her eyes laid upon that lump of land that were the old Roman lands. Britain. she would spend many moments contemplating what could be there and dream of the day she would take the courage. To run down this hill and there would be a little row boat which was utterly inviting. Isolde pushing the boat into the rushing waves and jump in just in time as the kingdom was just beginning to wake, so she could make her escape. Her heart would be racing, her body would be shaking, she wouldn't be too sad about what she was leaving behind, but what laid before her would be driveing her. The land would come closer, would become more real. She would hear strange sounds and smell the magic of the forest. The rush of the wind by her face would change. As the waves along the sides of the boat would become shallow again as she reached the shore; and Isolde would already notice the differences to this shore, its sand shone in a different way. As her eyes moved up she would see the beginning of the forest it was just a silhouette as there was very fine mist that was covering it. Just showing enough to will Isolde further. She would place one foot on the sand, Isolde felt it even more soft and define than she ever imagined. Then as her second foot came down. A tap on her shoulder and she was brought out of her dream. Looking up from her shoulder she saw the face of her very beloved Servant whom had become like her second mother. Offering a tender smile towards Isolde saying it was time to leave as the Dusk was soon upon them. Isolde then realised she had been sitting at her mothers grave this whole time, it must have a been at least 5 hours.
~I guess I lost the sense of time, just one thing I need to do before we retire for the night.~
Isolde spoke as she shook her head and stood to her feet. Brushing the dust from her blue knitted dress and gave a smile to her beloved Sibéal she then turned graciously towards her mothers grave then placed the flowers she picked upon the grave that sat upon the little boring grey hill of rock with patches of green where grass was begging to come through. Just to show there was once life that breathed hear. Boring but it was still Beautiful. If to no one else it was beautiful in Isolde's eyes.
~ Fair well and Goodnight, beloved Mother. ~
Then kissed her hand and placed in on top of the smooth stone which was engraved with Isolde, Queen of Ireland. In Isolde's mind she saw her mother's face smiling, she still had look of her youthfulness and looked much like her daughter, but she looked that little more wiser. She had a different light about her, that just was a little more softer than Isolde had. With a soft escape of her breath she turned away from the grave. Away from the memory of her mother's face and saw the face of her servant. Which was touched with a little more age than it was when Isolde was a child, but still just as beautiful. Isolde owed so much to this woman, for giving her love when she needed it the most.
~I'm ready now, Sibéal!~
