Post by Illyana on Jan 9, 2010 1:42:17 GMT -5
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Name: Illyana Charming
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 ilbs
Eyes and Hair: Long brown hair and blue-grey eyes.
General Looks: She's very pale, like her mother, only a few shades darker. Her hair is the same coal-black color, although instead of curly it's straight as a stick. She has blue-greyish eyes, and a cheery smile - when she actually smiles. She likes to wear greens and blues, the better to show off her thin, petite figure. Illyana is on the tall side at 5'8", and likes to use it to her advantage.
Parents: Snow White and Pince Charming. (Her father is alive, while her mother is dead.)
Siblings: None.
Other Family: Some distant family on her fathers' side, but she never sees them.
Home: Her fathers' castle.
History: She's had a relatively normal life so far, considering who she had for parents. She has also been pampered, so Illyana usually comes across as spoiled alot of the time. She hates it when people get ut of line, and try to ride above their stations in life - if everyone could do whatever they wanted, then nobody would have to work or rule, now would they? So Illyana is spoilt and bratty, and can be a bitch is you get on her bad side; she's getting to be petty and learning to perfect her razor-thin smile.
Other: She's very good at sewing/stitching. Illyana is also an avid magazine reader, and has impeccable etiqutte.
Side: Good. Mean, but good.
Roleplaying Sample: Daughter of the famous Snow White and one of the many Prince Charmings'. She had dwarves - all seven of the bearded lot! - for surrogate uncles, the only relatives on her mothers' side. No siblings to speak of, and no lovers or courtiers she was interested in. Not for their looks, anyway - more than a few had a large inheritance due from their parents, whenever they kicked the bucket.
She was also pampered, in the fashion of most princesses'. Silky, fine clothes; hand sewn by the local work force, of course. Her cat, Brits, was about as spoiled as the pale, petite princess was, sitting in the lap of luxury. The peasants might not like Illyana alot, but who cared what that rabble thought? She was royalty - and it wasn't like she would have to live with them, either, as she had her own wing of the castle to while away her days in.
Brushing back a strand of her bark brown hair, the short bit of royalty spurred her horse on gently. No galloping wildly through the forest for this straight-haired, white-skinned young woman. Her clothes might get torn, or dirty, or - heaven forbid - she might fall off of her horse!
