Laria Ravinia Duchess of Galma

[milla]

Laria Edola Ravinia.



Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now

OOC
alias: Milla
experience: Going on a good nine years.
how did you find us: Randomly while looking for a Narnia rpg.
other characters: Not yet
rules password: say cheese!



THE BASICS
name: Laria Edola Ravinia
nicknames: None, she hates them.
age: 16
birthdate: January 23
rank: Duchess
occupation: Being a Duchess



THE PHYSICAL
body type: Laria is a thin slim and petite girl. She's not very tall and is often made fun of by her older sisters for it.

hair: Her hair is prehaps the most noticable feature of her. A rare bright shade of red, wavy and curly. Laria's hair reaches mid back and is kept down most of the time. When she does managed to get it up in a fashion often strands slid out, mush to her
annoyment.

eyes: Laria's eyes are a apel blue, average size, the blue in her eyes is very noticable and a hint of a faint pale green is also visable, but one must look very closly to see.

height: 5'3

weight: 116

facial features: Her face is a perfect round shape, but not so round as to make her appear fat, she would hate that.

clothing: Since she is the youngest duchess, Laria always gets what she wants. And what she wants most of thetime are dresses, fine, lovely dresses of the finest and most colorful material. One will hardly ever see her in the same dress twice.

racial features: N/A

anything else: A small single scar along her side just above her right hip, from falling off a horse when she was young and first being taught.

playby: Rachel Hurd-Wood



THE MENTAL
likes:
Cats
Jewelary
Dresses
Spring
The water
Her family
Galma
Narnia
Blueberries
Relaxing

dislikes:
Summer
Dogs, big ones mostley
Winter, too cold
Old dresses
Being called a baby
Being wrong
Know it all people
Being called spoiled
Rats
Mean boys

strengths:
Observes well
Strong willed
Listens well
Agile when the time calls for it
Speaks her mind

weaknesses:
Loud mouth
Speaks her mind too often
Headstrong
Stubborn
Short temper

goals:
To be married and have children one day.
To learn sword fighting and archary.

fears:
The dark
Thunder storms

general personality: Laria is a very opinionated young woman. She’ll speak her mind when not even asked the question, which to some is considered rude, and she’ll just say anything that is on her mind. Laria most of the time though is a spoiled, bossy and squeaky young girl. But she’ll try her hardest at most things till she gets them right, or till she thinks she did. She’s also very stubborn, getting it from her father, and will always believe she is right, and try and find a poor excuse to prove so.

Putting all of the bad traits aside once one gets to know the young duchess one will find that she's not that hard to be around. She enjoys having fun like any girl her age and is often up for playing any games, with girls or boys as long as she does not get dirty in the process. But her temper is what casues the msot trouble as well as her bossy tone and "ordering" of people.



THE HISTORICAL
parents: Father: Doran Duke of Galma|Mother: Rania Duchess of Galma

siblings: Sisters: Lana, Lania, Lysona, Lamora, Likana and Loranda.

history: Laria Ravinia was born to a loving mother and father. She was the youngest out of seven girls. In her young age Laria was never really paid attention too, her six older sisters always had her mother and father around them, preparing them for their later years as young woman. Her mother tended to that while Laria’s father attended to find them all suitable and honest suitors. Her second sister was married off first, fallowed by the first sister.

As Laria grew her father and mother wanted her to have skills which would be needed once she'd marry. From her father he brought the best horsemen to train his daughter from Archenland. Even the best trainer didn' t predict that the young duchess was to fall and tear her dress and recive a small gash. Crying in pain Laria did try once more when healed and succeded. After the horse lessons her father never had the time to teach her how to swordfight or how to do archary. Her mother serached for the best chefs to show her daughter how to prepare a simple meal, to a feast. Laria caught on quickly and was soon often found helping the chefs and cooks throughout her father's castle. But when she stained a blue silk dress she refused to work in the kitchen anymore.

When Laria's third sister reached the age of 18 her mother sent her away to live with her great aunt on Brenn. Laria missed all of her sisters but she had three left, which was better then none. Once Laria's parents noticed they only had three daughters left to find suitors for they hurried an dpaid as much attetion as possible to them. This cause Laria to become very spoiled and often waited upon. When she turned 16 her father the Duke of Galma was to go on a voyage, a trip to the lands of Narnia and Archenland to speak trades with the king. His last stop would be Narnia is hopes that his youngest daughter would find a suitor, or atleast some friends. Her father was to also talk trade with Caspian the X. While he and his daughter took up stay at Cair Paravel.



THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: Original
why do you want to play this character: Because I've played her before of Narnia sites, including my own in the past and just love her.
roleplay sample: *Taken from a POTC rpg, I used to be on*

Amelia opened the back door to the inn at Port Royal, dragging behind her a large barrel full of dirty water from the kitchen. She groaned as she turned it onto it’s side and unclogged the cork, greenish yellow water poured out of the hole and it made Amelia think what they made in the inn’s kitchen. She was 34 years old now and her future looked dim and gray, she would never leave this place, Port Royal was she home but also her prison. Amelia had seen various women far better off then she, nobles, which she had once bee, and it pained her to see those types of woman, she’d still be a countess if it weren’t for Andrew. Her blue eyes stung with tears that hung in them. She bit in inside of her cheek and finished pouring out the barrel; she had three more to do before she would be allowed back in.

It was about sunset when she had finished with the barrels Amelia wasn’t the strongest of woman. She stood and a pain shot through her back, she gasp and placed a hand at her spine quickly, stepping back till she hit the wall, she was aching all over. Running a hand across her forehead placing extra strands of her blond hair out of her face. It took Amelia a few minutes to regain her strength to stand up straight. When she finally did she walked back into the inn, into the dim lit and smoke filled building she had called home for quite some time. Amelia’s eyes darted to the counter where Mr. Mcgardy the innkeeper gave the middle-aged woman a smile. Amelia returned his with a weary one and dragged her tired bones up the flight of stairs to her room, it was on the end of the narrow hallway. Entering her room she just collapsed onto her bed, turning onto her side as the sun settled over the horizon of the sea, would her life ever change.

[Susan Pevensie]

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