Queen Ceried'a Itonis Sa'aschern

[Ceried'a Itonris Sa'achern]

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N A M E Queen Ceried’a Itonis Sa’aschern
N I C K N A M E SCeri by those closest
A G E 35
B I R T H D A T E December 13
G E N D E R Female
S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual, before her husbands death she did have other lovers and enjoyed many pleasures, but now she is mostly celibate for fear of being caught.
O C C U P A T I O N Queen of Carthonia
M A G I C ? Inherited from her mother Ceri’s ability has been trained and used since she was a child. She can create illusions quickly, with little or no references to make them, or having to use much energy to sustain the image or their tangibleness for a decent length of time. Her illusions can even work when she is not close to them, able to preform tasks and even speak without her having to be near them to control them.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Illusions - Level 3, Class A

H E I G H T 5’9’’
W E I G H T 135lbs
B U I L D Voluptuous curves, soft and gentle in appearance but does possess strong lean muscles beneath soft flesh.
E Y E S Light brown almond shaped eyes with flecks of amber in their depths, sometimes she will use her powers to change them for the fun of a masquerade or just boredome
H A I R Dark brown with hints of ebony within the long thick waves. As of now she tends to let her hair remain down, neatly brushed and styled to look regal, but with a hint of wildness to it.
I D E N T I F I E R S A beautiful tattoo over her left shoulder of a black and white lotus blooming, vines creeping around her shoulders.
A P P E A R A N C E Since her husband’s death her appearance has changed little by little to suit herself. Before her hair was kept up in tight neat buns, her body confined in tight, binding garments not chosen by her own hand, face always painted with heavy makeups and perfumes. Over time she’s has taken on a less confining style preferring the feel of light silks and linens against her flesh, her dress of deep rich colors such as violet, crimson, and teals almost roman-esque in style. When out riding across the countryside, or simply walking the palace she had opted to wear more leather pants and sturdy boots. Enjoying the sports of the royal men and joining in when the spirit takes her.

She holds herself proudly, a smile always on her richly painted lips as if daring others to come play games with her. Her skin is a fair olive tone. Even when not dressed like a royal she holds herself like one, her posture and stances strong, straight, and tall.

L I K E S Ceri enjoys many of the finer things in life, good wine, good food, good company, but out of a lot of that she takes pleasure in the simple things as well. Her love of horseback riding and nature often take her out of her castle, she enjoys playing games and holding grand dances for her friends. Though she doesn’t get to do it as often as she likes she does enjoy singing for people. She enjoys a good challenge from a worthy opponent in fencing or racing. Most of all she cares deeply for all her children and protects them to a fault.

D I S L I K E S Having to deal with all sorts of unsavory characters Ceried’a has learned to tolerate a great deal, but she does not like nobles or royals who attempt to bully or levy power to get what they want from her. Though he is gone, she holds a good deal of resentment towards her husband still. She does not like proper etiquette in politics and prefers to speak plainly, but she follows those rules anyways despite her displeasure of them.

F E A R S
Being found out about her husband is a constant fear for what repercussions they could have. Losing her power or free will, or losing her children as also fears that plague her.

S T R E N G T H S
Is a skilled equestrian and fencer, trained in the old tongue. Most of her tutoring and grooming has stuck with her. Her drive for power with her intelligence being a dangerous weapon which she has used to stay where she is at all this time.

W E A K N E S S E S
For her years spent beside her husband in politics she has gained a tough skin, but her children are one of her weak points, her protectiveness over those she have brought into her family one she is willing to risk her own life over. Ceried’a physically is not very strong, and attempts to make up for that in her intelligence.

Q U I R K S
Is a bit of an insomniac, and often roams the halls and palace grounds at night to calm her mind.

G O A L S
To see her family powerful and secure in their positions as well as rule the lands on her own for as long as she can.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Many see Ceried’a as the ideal queen and perfect wife, but she does hide a lot beneath the surface. She is a strong woman who knows what she wants and how to go about getting it. To have power and security is a goal for her, and one that has kept her where she is for years now, she loves her freedom and will do anything to keep it. She is clever, and at times will use underhand tactics to get what she wants from others in politics, especially with tensions rising up around her.

She is a loving mother, one of the few things that came from her marriage that she cared about. Her children giving her strength, convincing her to continue on with her illusions and trickery in order to keep their places in line for the throne. Though she has been married, she has never truly been in love.

F A M I L Y
Th'ormend Sa’aschern---Husband---Deceased
1st Son---21
2nd Son---20
Daughter---18
Adopted Daughter---17
Soon to be Daughter-in-Law---19
Countess Lor’anna Itonis M’Credi---Mother---74
Count Rhoaman M’Credi---Father---Deceased

P L A C E . O F . B I R T H
Daethil, Carthonia

H I S T O R Y
Ceried’a was born the first and only child of the Count and Countess M’Credi, the sudden pregnancy a surprise do many of the household as the Count and Countess had been married for so long without bearing any children to the point where many whispered that there would be no heir. Many more suggested that since their marriage the couple had never touched each other, their union one of political power for weak houses to rise up. Of course being born a girl did disappoint her father who wished to carry on his name, but her mother could not be more pleased by this. Despite servant’s rumors of an alleged affair leading to her birth her mother took her beautiful dark haired babe as a blessing from the gods as her relation with the then current Queen of Carthonia was quite a close frindship, and that the Queen’s eldest son would need a trusted mate of high standing in the future.

From birth Ceried’a was groomed to be a future queen, her mother’s every decission of what she learned based solely on making her a prime candidate. She learned the old tongue, etiquette, given the best tailors and physicians all in order to make her the best. As her powers began to show her mother was quick to train her herself in every way possible. And as she grew up from a beautiful baby to a young woman she also grew bold and intelligent. With a quick with and quick tongue she caught the eyes of many gentlemen callers, but it was her mother who turned many away. Monthly trips to the capitol were made to show her off to the Queen and eldest prince, and though she knew he liked her physically she knew his feelings went no further than that, her own feelings far from attraction as well.

Only months before her wedding did the then fourteen year old find her attention caught by a young gentleman staying with her family, the man older than her, but kind. He was handsome, smart, a scholar travelling in search of knowledge...though she knew she did not love him she found herself attracted to him at least in looks and her lust for escape fueled by the thought of travelling the world. Just one month before her wedding she ran away with him that night, braving the rain through the lands around her home. After a days worth of travel they finally came to a place to rest, they spoke, and he told her stories, and as night fall they grew closer, stories giving way to embraces and kisses. Before the gentleman could take what she was so willing to give though the men of her father’s house came in search of them, finding her splayed out on the ground, her shirt torn (though done in passion) and the gentleman above her, her hands pinned. Before any words could be spoken she watched her father’s men kill the gentleman, thinking him someone will ill will towards the lady. That night she was dragged home, assumed the almost victim of losing her honor. As her father fumed, her mother knew all too well what her daughter had planned, and was quick to push the wedding even sooner.

Married to the Prince came as a sudden change in her life. The rise of power, the sudden accessibility to whatever she desired. It was not a bad life, though her mother and mother-in-law pressured her to bear children quickly to secure her place in the palace. The first month after her marriage she had yet to consummate their union, claiming illness, or being quick to fall asleep, or wandering the castle until her husband had. It was not until there were rumors of the king taking on a mistress that began to distress the young bride. It was then she realized that if she did not bear a heir first her power would only go so far. All it took was one night him drunk on wine, he was fast to catch her, and though she could have escaped easily enough she let him take hold of her and pull her into their bedroom and tear at her dress. He was rough, and unskilled, the passion quick, but it was all she needed as soon after she discovered herself pregnant and her son born.

It was her children that she found her love for this life and security. Coming into her power she was quick to use her own magic to frighten off any mistresses who could compete with her. It was not out of love, but of duty to herself and her children, and it was why she let her husband order her into what he liked and didn’t. She put up with it for years, disliking the man for his control and brutish ways.

His death came as a shock nonetheless, a blessing, but a shock. The night he died she was about to rush out screaming for help, but something stopped her from shouting for healers, and instead she went back to their chambers and watched his last breath go. With the help of her illusions she was able to get him out of the castle, his body rotting somewhere in some river far away from here, stripped of all royal identification and left to look like some poor old man robbed blind and dead. She was quick to cover for his absence for a short time, creating slowly her best illusion, the most tangible and most capable of working while she was not around. She was not ready to give up her power to her eldest son, not thinking him ready for the throne, and she was not about to be sold off to the highest bidder again for marriage. With this new king she had made she began to live the free life once more, able to take in her niece, to stay with her children, and make the city a better place.

C O D E . W O R D -adminedit-
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