Post by ariadne on Jan 13, 2009 12:12:43 GMT -8
[/ul]Ariadne Leontyne of Beruna Minor.
when you wake, you shall have
all the pretty little horses
OOC
alias: Sarah
experience: about four years now.
how did you find us: Your advertisement on Hogwarts: the Enchanted Curse.
other characters: none here, but many on H:TEC
rules password: fun is to be had at Cair Paravel!
THE BASICS
name: Ariadne (pron. Ar-ee-ODD-nah) Phillipa Leontyne
nicknames: Aria, Lady Leontyne
age: 17
birthdate: May 13, 1928 (earth years)
rank: Her uncle is the chief of the centaurs.
occupation: Librarian at Cair Paravel
THE PHYSICAL
body type: Ariadne is a centaur. Her horse half is chestnut brown and slender, with rather large hooves. Her tail is long and smooth, black in color. She likes to keep her hair short, as she's not too fond of the upkeep necessary with longer hair. Her tail is the exception. Her human half is pale and also very thin, with long but powerful arms.
hair: Ariadne's hair is long, wavy, and midnight black. It falls straight down her torso so that the very ends of it touch her horseback. She wears it loose more often that not, keeping it out of her face with a flowered garland. If she needs to do dirty work, she ties it in a braid wrapped about her head. She loves her human hair and cares for it very well.
eyes: Aria's eyes are rather slanted, and they look a little squinty. But they are green with golden specks and when you get a good look at them they are very beautiful. They are short of shallow-set. They are framed by very thick black lashes and sculpted black eyebrows.
height: technically, she measures in hands, but she's 8 ft., 7 in. tall.
weight: about 600 lbs. (100 for her human half and 500 for her horse half).
facial features: Ariadne's face is narrow with wide cheekbones. She has a wide smile and very white, straight teeth, although they are a little large. On the left side of her forehead she has a small star-shaped birthmark. Her ears are long and pointed, and therefore able to pick up sounds more. However, while other subraces of centaurs have the flattened noses, Ariadne does not, and her face look more humanoid than equine.
clothing: Obviously, she can't wear much on her lower half, since it goes against a centaur's honor to wear a saddle. She usually wears a white blouse or colored tunic for modesty's sake. When spending time with her centaur family however, she will stick with just a wrap or something so that she has a little more motion freedom. After all, clothing can get easily stuck in the brush.
racial features: Ariadne is of a more slender subrace of centaur that is also taller than some other centaurs. Her hair is chestnut brown without any notable markings. She has two stomachs, a human stomach and a horse stomach, so she consumes a large amount of both human and equine food.
anything else: She has the tattoo of her clan inked on the back of her left shoulder. Her father is the brother of the centaur chief, making her also part of the ruling clan. Therefore her mark matches that of the centaur's leading clan, the Pelion clan.
playby: Anne Hathaway
THE MENTAL
likes:
dislikes:
strengths:
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weaknesses:
goals:
fears:
- She really hates snakes, particularly those that are larger than they should be.
- She fears being a disappointment and a disgrace to the centaur race.
general personality: Ariadne is a very regal sort of individual, and she gives this impression everywhere she goes. She never slouches and always keeps her appearance spotless. Although she's not much of a conversationalist, she is very loving to her family and those she respects. If someone proves to her that they are not worthy of her respect and trust, she does not go out of her way to be polite to them. Humans don't tend to like this, but most centaurs have this attitude and it's not that unusual among her people.
Aria is a very dedicated individual as well. She takes care of everything to the finest detail, making her the perfect librarian. She loves books and literature more than anything. Her scribework is exceptional and she is literate, though not necessarily fluent, in many Narnian languages. A certain degree of Aria is rather vain and concerned with physical appearance. Of course, this aesthetic nature pours out into everything Aria is in charge of. She is very intelligent and loyal to both the Narnain throne and her own centaur race.
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THE HISTORICAL
parents: Father - Ixion Leontyne, second son of Cheiron and brother to Chief Cronos Leontyne of the Pelion clan. Mother - Deianeira, of the Aenea clan.
siblings: Older Brother - Asclepius. Older Brother - Dion. Older Sister - Magnesia. Younger Sister - Philyra.
history: Ariadne Phillipa Leontyne was born to her parents, Ixion and Deianeira, in the forests surrounding Beruna, which her people refer to as Beruna Minor. She was born into the Pelion clan, the chief clan of the centaurs. Her father's older brother, Cronos, was the cheif. Ariadne truly had no claim to any power within the clan, being the fourth of her father's children. But she was still given the title for Lady Ariadne Leontyne. The name Leontyne goes back over a thousand years when her family first began. They were some of the centaurs who fought alongside Aslan against the White Witch. The Four Kings and Queens then gave their family the name Leontyne, which means "lionlike."
Ariadne was raised in Beruna Minor, being well-educated in literature and sciences, as it is one of the centaur's prides of their race is their well-learnedness. At the age of twelve she was sent to Cair Paravel to some relatives who lived in the area to incrase her education. Except for returning to Beruna Minor to visit her family for clan celebrations, she has lived near Cair Paravel for five years now. She has proved herself trustworthy and when she applied for the position of librarian, she was given it without much question.
She has become one of the most trusted advisors to Queen Lucy and occasionally Queen Susan, and her long-term goal is to become as ambassador from her people to the royal throne. However, she wishes to expand her ever-growing knowledge of Narnian history and centaur history before she approaches anybody about this goal. She spends her days tending the library, and in the afternoons she goes out running or to practice archery, returning to the library in the evenings to close up. She does not live in the castle, but continues to live alongside her aunt and uncle in the forests nearby.
THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: original.
why do you want to play this character: I've never played a non-human character before, I thought it'd be a new adventure.
roleplay sample: NOTE: depending on how developed the character is, this is my average post length - 3 to 4 paragraphs. The following is about Cecily, a blind Ravenclaw student who is just about fourteen years old:
It was winter again, Cecily's sense told her as she exited the castle. She obviously knew the dates, but those were one thing; actual weather to match was another. The cold weather had finally arrived, making it officially winter. Cecily had spare time on her, so she wanted to take a walk despite the briskness of the day. She was used to the cold, being from Saskatchewan. Snow was simply a fact of life, therefore she didn't hide away in the castle all day wishing away the winter. She liked to enjoy it. Of course, she could only do so when there was actually snow to enjoy - sometimes there were winters where it was only cold, without snow. Those were the seasons Cecily could not bear.
Cecily inhaled deeply, tasting the cold air on her tongue as she did. She thought it fascinating that cold air was tastable. It added an extra area of pleasure to the winter time. Cecily was bundled up fairly tightly in a jacket and woolen hat. A matching scarf was tied around her neck and mittens adorned her fingers. The hat and mittens had little strings with fluffy balls attached, and they were her favorite set. they kept her comfortable, but they were not stiflingly warm. A few snowflakes from the eaves above her fell down and landed on her cheeks and eyelashes. She savored the sensation before they melted, leaving tear-like trails of water down her face. The smile on her face made it obvious that they were not tears, though.
Once out far enough from the castle, Cecily noticed the lack of change in her shadows. It must be a cloudy tell, she presumed. That was the only damper on her mood today. Cloudy days made it difficult for her to see certain shapes because she did not have enough shadows to go by. Only light created shadows, and without light, the dimensions of potential obstacles were blurred. Thankfully, she was familiar enough with the grounds by now that she knew where most of the trees and large rocks were. She had memorized every knoll and divit, so she wouldn't trip. It was true that the snow changed the topography a bit, but not enough that Cecily was going to kill herself. Her fingers were getting a little toasty, so she removed her gloves.
It wasn't long before Cecily realized she had forgotten one thing. Winter also meant ice. She had completely taken it for granted, and before she knew it she was falling through the shadows onto the cold, wet ground. A muffled shriek left her lips as she slipped. She felt the ice against her cheek, sapping warmth like a leech. She pushed herself onto her hands, trying not to slip again. She worked herself into a sitting position, upset because she was completely disoriented now. She didn't know what direction she was facing, how close the lake was, or what objects were nearby to help her up. Just then she heard a voice above her.
"It's slippery here. Are you all right?"
It was slippery here. Wow, that was genius. She'd already figured that out. To add to her frustration, she didn't recognize his voice. It was likely that she hadn't heard it before, but she just blamed it on her fall and her current state of disorientation. "Right. I'm all right, thanks," she said, straightening the cap on her head. She slipped on her mittens again for traction when she picked her self up. She felt water beginning to seep through her clothing. That wasn't about to make her any warmer. To distract herself, she tried to locate the source of the person's voice. It was a couple of feet away and to her left, slightly above her - well, duh. She was sitting on the ice. But either way, she identified the voice as male, though she wasn't sure if that helped any. She shook her head with her eyes closed before trying to get herself up off the ice.
Cecily inhaled deeply, tasting the cold air on her tongue as she did. She thought it fascinating that cold air was tastable. It added an extra area of pleasure to the winter time. Cecily was bundled up fairly tightly in a jacket and woolen hat. A matching scarf was tied around her neck and mittens adorned her fingers. The hat and mittens had little strings with fluffy balls attached, and they were her favorite set. they kept her comfortable, but they were not stiflingly warm. A few snowflakes from the eaves above her fell down and landed on her cheeks and eyelashes. She savored the sensation before they melted, leaving tear-like trails of water down her face. The smile on her face made it obvious that they were not tears, though.
Once out far enough from the castle, Cecily noticed the lack of change in her shadows. It must be a cloudy tell, she presumed. That was the only damper on her mood today. Cloudy days made it difficult for her to see certain shapes because she did not have enough shadows to go by. Only light created shadows, and without light, the dimensions of potential obstacles were blurred. Thankfully, she was familiar enough with the grounds by now that she knew where most of the trees and large rocks were. She had memorized every knoll and divit, so she wouldn't trip. It was true that the snow changed the topography a bit, but not enough that Cecily was going to kill herself. Her fingers were getting a little toasty, so she removed her gloves.
It wasn't long before Cecily realized she had forgotten one thing. Winter also meant ice. She had completely taken it for granted, and before she knew it she was falling through the shadows onto the cold, wet ground. A muffled shriek left her lips as she slipped. She felt the ice against her cheek, sapping warmth like a leech. She pushed herself onto her hands, trying not to slip again. She worked herself into a sitting position, upset because she was completely disoriented now. She didn't know what direction she was facing, how close the lake was, or what objects were nearby to help her up. Just then she heard a voice above her.
"It's slippery here. Are you all right?"
It was slippery here. Wow, that was genius. She'd already figured that out. To add to her frustration, she didn't recognize his voice. It was likely that she hadn't heard it before, but she just blamed it on her fall and her current state of disorientation. "Right. I'm all right, thanks," she said, straightening the cap on her head. She slipped on her mittens again for traction when she picked her self up. She felt water beginning to seep through her clothing. That wasn't about to make her any warmer. To distract herself, she tried to locate the source of the person's voice. It was a couple of feet away and to her left, slightly above her - well, duh. She was sitting on the ice. But either way, she identified the voice as male, though she wasn't sure if that helped any. She shook her head with her eyes closed before trying to get herself up off the ice.
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