Rilanda Carlson

[Rilanda Carlson]

RILANDA CARA CARLSON.



Breathe and I'll carry you away into the velvet sky,
And we'll stir the stars around and watch them fall away.

OOC
alias: beloved
experience: over ten years
how did you find us: you would like to know, wouldn't you?
other characters: nein.
rules password: ******



THE BASICS
name: rilanda carlson
nicknames: rilly
age: 22
birthdate: early fall
race&species: human, narnian
rank: middle-class lady
occupation: seamstress



THE PHYSICAL
body type: she is very delicate looking, tall for a girl, and reasonably pale.
hair: her hair falls in soft waves. the color is the colour of milk chocolate.
eyes: dark brown, with long eyelashes. she is very do-eyed and expresses a lot through her eyes as she can't express herself orally.
height: 5'11"
weight: 125 ibs
facial features: she has a very, gentle lady-like face and so people are always surprised when she does something crazy, like throw sewing pins at someone's head.
clothing: rilly oddly enjoys simple, loose clothing. she likes to wear blacks and whites and has a bit of thing for gold jewelry.
anything else: blisters and scars on her hands from sewing.
playby: isabella oelz



THE MENTAL
likes: wide open spaces, sewing needles, being clean, cleaning, cooking, the authorities, drunks, dancing, messing with people, tea, animals, children.
dislikes: ignorant people, snobby people, spinach, spiders, getting bossed around, getting up, cramped spaces, badly sewn pants, war, smokers.
strengths:
sewing
good aim
non-verbal communication
swimming
domestic skills
weaknesses:
verbal communication
difficulty recognizing social boundaries
lightweight (drinking)
weakness for sailors
gets cold easily
fears: spiders. she freezes up.
general personality: rilly is as outspoken as a mute person can be. she has a very strong personality that shines through her physical handicap. she has very little trouble expressing her desires or displeasure and her every movement seems to be filled with words she can not otherwise express. those who know her may see more than those that don't, but either way it is highly evident that she can and will have her way. rilly is extremely stubborn and determined, on top of charming.

she has a strong sense of adventure, but also unfortunately a very bad sense of danger and so is not often allowed too far from home by herself in case she accidentally slips off a cliff or fall on some sucker's spear.

rilly's temper is surprisingly in control, but she does get impatient and irritated when people do things she judges as foolish or unnecessary. rarely will you see actual anger from this young seamstress.



THE HISTORICAL
parents: cara (mother) marlow (father)
siblings: only child
history: rilly has lived in the same village for her whole life. she is one of those people who everyone knows and who is known by everyone. she was raised as seamstress by her mother and when she was old enough, opened her own little shop where she lives and works. she occasionally does sewing for the kings and queens since word of her talent is often the chatter of lower and middle class women.

she now lives quietly and happily with her steady business and slowly building savings. she longs for adventure, but has yet to find the proper opportunity.



THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: original
why do you want to play this character: she's bad ass and is pretty much darius' soul mate.
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roleplay sample: The hiss that escaped Masaru's lips actually kind of surprised him. He'd been expecting things to be painful now, since he knew well the kinds of sounds wounded men made throughout their healing process, but it was somehow still surprising that it had hurt and he was almost a little bit embarrassed and could feel himself blushing a little, just a little. It wasn't like Charlie knew he was a medic. It wasn't like Charlie knew he knew what it felt like when someone got hurt. It wasn't like Charlie knew he had heard men crying and moaning on their death beds.

"Hai, hai. Douzo," Masaru insisted again, nodding to Charlie, no matter how much he was dreading the inevitable sting of soap on his raw wounds. His leg was such a mess. He could see from here that it was a mess and it was all throbby and actually felt pretty disgusting. He'd never really been seriously injured so he'd never understood the disgusted look on the faces of his patients, but he did now. That was just... no. At least he knew he'd live through it provided he didn't die from some infection he picked up from dragging himself through rotting guts.

Despite the quiet, whispering whispers in the back of his mind, Masaru couldn't help but smile. Hell, he'd made it this far. What did it matter? He'd made it farther than many of his fellow soldiers and he still had all of his limbs attached, at least for the moment. He should be proud of himself even if all he did was drag himself through the dirt and not get shot in the head.

"Broom-san no te wa ooki desu" he remarked absently, mostly to himself, voice soft and calm, not even seeming to notice how strange that may seem if Charlie understood him at all. 'You have big hands,' he had said, and it was true. Charlie's hands looked big and callused. They were probably very warm, too. Good for warming up his wife's hands on a cold night. Masaru wondered if Charlie even had a wife, not that it was any of his business if he had a wife or not. It would be a waste of big, warm hands if he didn't, though.

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