Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 12, 2009 21:23:22 GMT -5
Sound the Bugle now
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{sometimes dreamland is better then reality}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name:
Lady Natalia Earlshire, but she prefers to be called Thalia.
Age:
17
Race:
Archenlander, even if she doesn't know
Loyal to:
Aslan
Family:
Stepfather - Bardon Earlshire
Stepmother - Karena Earlshire
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History:
Thalia was born Yvette Tochugesha, an Archenlander, to a pair of love birds forced to marry as soon as they learnt that they had, unintentionally, conceived her. Unlike other births which are usually a source of joy, Thalia was not favoured by her parents, as they see her as the source of their downfall in the society, and thus, never harboured any love for their unwanted daughter.
From the time Thalia knew understood the value of money, and had logical understanding, her biological father threw her in the streets to beg for her own sourch of income, not bothering to provide her with proper nourishments, and only rags for clothing. She never had a life of love. She never even knew love, and by the time she was 7, she was wishing she had never been born. Her biological parents barely looked at her when she came back, and if she didn't provide enough money for their meals, she would get whipped with a snakeskin whip her father kept hung on the wall just for her. The girl hated her life with a passion. Frankly, the only joy she got out of life then was when she was forced out of the house and in the woods after a particularly intense whipping session by her father. There, she found a myriad of small creatures approaching her as the young girl of 7 sobbed on a rock she sat on. From then on, Thalia fled to the comfort of the woods and her furry animal friends whenever goes through a particularly intense punishment.
But it was all to change on her tenth birthday. She had gotten zilch from that day of begging, and her biological father was enraged. He did not care where his whip landed, as long as it made contact. On that day, the girl was not only heartbroken because her tenth birthday was filled with pain and suffering, she was also enraged by the lack of attention her parent's lavished on her. Having had enough of her life, that night itself, she picked up the little belongings she had, including a small granite rock one of her furry friends had given her, she stole away without the knowledge of her sleeping parents.
But luck was not on Thalia's side. She got lost as soon as she stepped out of Archenland, and throughout the night, the girl stumbled blindly around, with only one aim in her mind - to never return to Archenland, and the hellish 'home' she had. By the 2nd night of her random picking around, the young 10 year old girl was left almost powerless, having not had nourishment at all for the past 6 hours, having exhausted the meagre amount of supplies she brought. The throbbing angry welts across her arms from her father's whipping, and the barren cold lands that sent biting cold winds brushing across her delicate, chaffed skin, did not help the matter much. She was on the verge of fainting when her dark, deep sea green eyes caught sight of the borders of Narnia. But before she could go more then 10 steps, the girl stumbled, and rolled all the way down to the cliff side. The last thing she remembered was a sharp pain on the back of her head as she struck a sharp granite rock, and then her world fell black.
When she opened her eyes, Thalia was shocked, needless to say, when she saw a grand ceiling above her, the soft downy beddings cushioning her, not to mention two pairs of anxious eyes focused on her, and a pair of gnarled hands taking her pulse from her wrist. She sat up slowly, blinking her dark green eyes as she shook out her dark chestnut hair. The first question that came from the man that was obviously one of the nobles, was a question asking the girl on her identity. She opened her mouth to answer... and found that she couldn't no.
No, she did not go mute. She couldn't remember. What was her name? Where did she come from? She could not recall a single thing from her life as Yvette the street urchin. Truthfully, the only thing she recalled was that she had just surpassed her tenth birthday, and other then that, she drew a blank. No matter how much she tries to come up with a reply, all she could say was, "I don't know."
She soon learnt that the two who had taken her in was the Lord and Lady Earlshire from Narnia, and that she had ended up in Narnia. At first, Thalia was absoluetly mortified when she found out she was in the house of a noble, but when Sir Bardon voiced out his intention to adopt the girl as his own daughter, she was overjoyed. Sir Bardon and Lady Karena had no offspring of their own, no matter how hard they tried, and Lady Karena had taken a shine to the sweet, impish looking girl her husband had saved from the entrance of Narnia lands. The Lord and Lady Earlshire dubbed their new daughter Natalia Earlshire, but it wasn't long before the young, preppy and hyper girl asked them to use Thalia, instead of such a formal name as Natalia.
Thalia was immensely happy of her life at the Earlshire house, even if she despised the lady lessons her foster parents set upon her, she abides by their wishes and attends them, merely to make them happy. But as soon as Sir Bardon realized her penchant for sword fighting, not to mention her love for animals, he immediately instructed one of his knights to train Thalia in the arts of the sword, as well as taking upon himself to teach her horse riding at the same time. Despite her poor aim, and her completely useless hand-to-hand combat, Thalia proved herself worthy of a sword, and her father found her a natural talent with animals, be it beast or talking, of all kinds. The girl soon blossomed into a slender lady, retaining her high spirits and easy-going nature, but eventually blossoming into a lady that was worthy of her title as Lady Thalia Earlshire, for she would never shame her foster parents in public.
Likes:
Can it be anymore obvious? Thalia loves beasts and talking animals. She finds each and every one of them adorable, and if she was allowed, would spend a whole day in their company without a doubt. Other then that, Thalia enjoys making her stepfather smile and laugh. Even if that means playing her most hated instrument, the flute, or even memorizing a whole page of mathematical formula's, which she hates, then so be it. If it pleases her stepfather, she would do so. Although odd, Thalia also relishes water. Water? Yes, water. She enjoys a swim in a nearby river or lake, and occasionally during a downpour, without her stepfather's knowledge, Thalia would just sneak out of the mansion in to the rain, and just have fun dancing around, relishing in the feel of the raindrops falling off her skin, before, probably, getting admonished by Bardon.
Dislikes:
Without a doubt, Thalia dislikes lessons with a passion. She can not see the point of sitting a boring room listening to a boring old coot droning on and on when she can be riding Dawn across the pasture on such wonderful days! Aside from that, Thalia also has an odd fear of sharp whizzing sounds, some sort like the ones a whip makes when being swung around. She winces whenever she hears anything that resembles it, and shies away when she sees a whip being used on anyone or any beast and animal alike. Thalia also keeps a constant hatred against vegetables. No the lady hates her vegetables and practically needs to have the greens force fed down her throat. Already 17 and she still needs to be told to clean up her greens.
Fears:
` whips
` her father abandoning her
` geting outcasted by society
` caught in a fight without her sword
Weapons:
` broadsword
` her innate bond with animals helps.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
The snow irritated her. Big time. It was a constant reminder of what was not, and what had happened. Reminded her that the Ice Queen reigned in a place that wasn't hers at all, and that her most beloved friends were trapped in the dungeon, with her helpless to save them.
And what had happened with Lucy didn't help at all. Thalia's grip on her reins tightened, and with annoyance and anger, the girl spurred her gold stallion in to a full gallop, wondering that if she galloped enough, would she ever return to those days? The spring and summer where she was still the playful, the cheeky Thalia Earlshire? Who loved her godparents and escaped from classes just to frolick in the fields?
Of course, thats impossible, yet hope and wishes were probably the only thing that kept Thalia going these days. The girl had been anguished when Lucy had been taken away, but she knew better then to crack. She couldn't. She wouldn't. If anything, that was the last thing she was going to do. But at least for now, she needed to just get away from everything. One ride was all Thalia wanted. To get everything sorted out in her head and find something, some way to get everything back in place now.
The hooves thundered across the powdery snow, the stallion's powerful flanks heaving as he carried his mistress across the grounds, Thalia's own hazel brown curls flying as the wind hit her face. Her cheeks had turned pink with the cold, but she barely noticed the biting temperature on her bare skin, and just rode, and rode.
Finally tired out, her stallion slowed, and then stopped with a heavy sigh, and paced. Only then did Thalia look up from her trance, and eyes fell upon the looming castle so familiar to her. Cair Paravel.
Her chest tightened, and Thalia bit her lip, determined not to show a single sign of weakness. Yet the sight of the glorious castle still standing proud despite being cloaked in a shroud of white gave her hope, let her stay strong, for she knew, she was sure one day, everything would be fine again. It had to be. Thalia would settle for nothing less.
Knowing Dawn was worn out, the girl got off, and then kissed her stallion on its neck, slipping off its bridle before letting her beloved steed wander. Dawn was the last left of her earlier life, and she treasured him like a mother would its child, and she knew the stallion would never wander from her.
Bridle left hanging from a branch, the girl approached the snow-covered castle, her steps slow and sure-footed in the white carpet adorning the ground as she walked. And then voices reached her ear. Wary, Thalia reached for the broadsword hanging by her waist, something she carried constantly ever since the war. But slowly, as the person with those voices came in to view, the girl's grip on her hilt slacked, and then her jaw dropped. A wolf, a black one to be exact, had just ran away. But the one that caught her attention was the one with hair so like Peter's, a lady she knew well.
"Queen Susan." the girls voice was breathless, and a little unsure. Could she be dreaming? Or did she lived in a fantasy world? Lucy and her had searched for the Pevensies eldest girl for years, 2 years to be exact, but had never unearthed anything. How ironic was it, that the moment Lucy was gone, Thalia would stumble over Susan? Yet, the girl herself still couldn't believe it. Mistrust bellied her own hope, and just to be sure, the girl took one step closer, just enough so she would be in ear-shot of the Gentle Queen, and questioned, her tone soft.
"Queen Susan?"
Custom Title:
` the feisty one
How did you find us:
Ad on Time Will Tell.
RP Experience:
2-3 years
Password:
Bugle
[/size]x{sometimes dreamland is better then reality}
When the Seasons Change,Remember How I used to Be
Name:
Lady Natalia Earlshire, but she prefers to be called Thalia.
Age:
17
Race:
Archenlander, even if she doesn't know
Loyal to:
Aslan
Family:
Stepfather - Bardon Earlshire
Stepmother - Karena Earlshire
There's a voice that calls,Remember who you are
History:
Thalia was born Yvette Tochugesha, an Archenlander, to a pair of love birds forced to marry as soon as they learnt that they had, unintentionally, conceived her. Unlike other births which are usually a source of joy, Thalia was not favoured by her parents, as they see her as the source of their downfall in the society, and thus, never harboured any love for their unwanted daughter.
From the time Thalia knew understood the value of money, and had logical understanding, her biological father threw her in the streets to beg for her own sourch of income, not bothering to provide her with proper nourishments, and only rags for clothing. She never had a life of love. She never even knew love, and by the time she was 7, she was wishing she had never been born. Her biological parents barely looked at her when she came back, and if she didn't provide enough money for their meals, she would get whipped with a snakeskin whip her father kept hung on the wall just for her. The girl hated her life with a passion. Frankly, the only joy she got out of life then was when she was forced out of the house and in the woods after a particularly intense whipping session by her father. There, she found a myriad of small creatures approaching her as the young girl of 7 sobbed on a rock she sat on. From then on, Thalia fled to the comfort of the woods and her furry animal friends whenever goes through a particularly intense punishment.
But it was all to change on her tenth birthday. She had gotten zilch from that day of begging, and her biological father was enraged. He did not care where his whip landed, as long as it made contact. On that day, the girl was not only heartbroken because her tenth birthday was filled with pain and suffering, she was also enraged by the lack of attention her parent's lavished on her. Having had enough of her life, that night itself, she picked up the little belongings she had, including a small granite rock one of her furry friends had given her, she stole away without the knowledge of her sleeping parents.
But luck was not on Thalia's side. She got lost as soon as she stepped out of Archenland, and throughout the night, the girl stumbled blindly around, with only one aim in her mind - to never return to Archenland, and the hellish 'home' she had. By the 2nd night of her random picking around, the young 10 year old girl was left almost powerless, having not had nourishment at all for the past 6 hours, having exhausted the meagre amount of supplies she brought. The throbbing angry welts across her arms from her father's whipping, and the barren cold lands that sent biting cold winds brushing across her delicate, chaffed skin, did not help the matter much. She was on the verge of fainting when her dark, deep sea green eyes caught sight of the borders of Narnia. But before she could go more then 10 steps, the girl stumbled, and rolled all the way down to the cliff side. The last thing she remembered was a sharp pain on the back of her head as she struck a sharp granite rock, and then her world fell black.
When she opened her eyes, Thalia was shocked, needless to say, when she saw a grand ceiling above her, the soft downy beddings cushioning her, not to mention two pairs of anxious eyes focused on her, and a pair of gnarled hands taking her pulse from her wrist. She sat up slowly, blinking her dark green eyes as she shook out her dark chestnut hair. The first question that came from the man that was obviously one of the nobles, was a question asking the girl on her identity. She opened her mouth to answer... and found that she couldn't no.
No, she did not go mute. She couldn't remember. What was her name? Where did she come from? She could not recall a single thing from her life as Yvette the street urchin. Truthfully, the only thing she recalled was that she had just surpassed her tenth birthday, and other then that, she drew a blank. No matter how much she tries to come up with a reply, all she could say was, "I don't know."
She soon learnt that the two who had taken her in was the Lord and Lady Earlshire from Narnia, and that she had ended up in Narnia. At first, Thalia was absoluetly mortified when she found out she was in the house of a noble, but when Sir Bardon voiced out his intention to adopt the girl as his own daughter, she was overjoyed. Sir Bardon and Lady Karena had no offspring of their own, no matter how hard they tried, and Lady Karena had taken a shine to the sweet, impish looking girl her husband had saved from the entrance of Narnia lands. The Lord and Lady Earlshire dubbed their new daughter Natalia Earlshire, but it wasn't long before the young, preppy and hyper girl asked them to use Thalia, instead of such a formal name as Natalia.
Thalia was immensely happy of her life at the Earlshire house, even if she despised the lady lessons her foster parents set upon her, she abides by their wishes and attends them, merely to make them happy. But as soon as Sir Bardon realized her penchant for sword fighting, not to mention her love for animals, he immediately instructed one of his knights to train Thalia in the arts of the sword, as well as taking upon himself to teach her horse riding at the same time. Despite her poor aim, and her completely useless hand-to-hand combat, Thalia proved herself worthy of a sword, and her father found her a natural talent with animals, be it beast or talking, of all kinds. The girl soon blossomed into a slender lady, retaining her high spirits and easy-going nature, but eventually blossoming into a lady that was worthy of her title as Lady Thalia Earlshire, for she would never shame her foster parents in public.
Likes:
Can it be anymore obvious? Thalia loves beasts and talking animals. She finds each and every one of them adorable, and if she was allowed, would spend a whole day in their company without a doubt. Other then that, Thalia enjoys making her stepfather smile and laugh. Even if that means playing her most hated instrument, the flute, or even memorizing a whole page of mathematical formula's, which she hates, then so be it. If it pleases her stepfather, she would do so. Although odd, Thalia also relishes water. Water? Yes, water. She enjoys a swim in a nearby river or lake, and occasionally during a downpour, without her stepfather's knowledge, Thalia would just sneak out of the mansion in to the rain, and just have fun dancing around, relishing in the feel of the raindrops falling off her skin, before, probably, getting admonished by Bardon.
Dislikes:
Without a doubt, Thalia dislikes lessons with a passion. She can not see the point of sitting a boring room listening to a boring old coot droning on and on when she can be riding Dawn across the pasture on such wonderful days! Aside from that, Thalia also has an odd fear of sharp whizzing sounds, some sort like the ones a whip makes when being swung around. She winces whenever she hears anything that resembles it, and shies away when she sees a whip being used on anyone or any beast and animal alike. Thalia also keeps a constant hatred against vegetables. No the lady hates her vegetables and practically needs to have the greens force fed down her throat. Already 17 and she still needs to be told to clean up her greens.
Fears:
` whips
` her father abandoning her
` geting outcasted by society
` caught in a fight without her sword
Weapons:
` broadsword
` her innate bond with animals helps.
To be free once more Ya that's worth fighting for
Sample RP:
The snow irritated her. Big time. It was a constant reminder of what was not, and what had happened. Reminded her that the Ice Queen reigned in a place that wasn't hers at all, and that her most beloved friends were trapped in the dungeon, with her helpless to save them.
And what had happened with Lucy didn't help at all. Thalia's grip on her reins tightened, and with annoyance and anger, the girl spurred her gold stallion in to a full gallop, wondering that if she galloped enough, would she ever return to those days? The spring and summer where she was still the playful, the cheeky Thalia Earlshire? Who loved her godparents and escaped from classes just to frolick in the fields?
Of course, thats impossible, yet hope and wishes were probably the only thing that kept Thalia going these days. The girl had been anguished when Lucy had been taken away, but she knew better then to crack. She couldn't. She wouldn't. If anything, that was the last thing she was going to do. But at least for now, she needed to just get away from everything. One ride was all Thalia wanted. To get everything sorted out in her head and find something, some way to get everything back in place now.
The hooves thundered across the powdery snow, the stallion's powerful flanks heaving as he carried his mistress across the grounds, Thalia's own hazel brown curls flying as the wind hit her face. Her cheeks had turned pink with the cold, but she barely noticed the biting temperature on her bare skin, and just rode, and rode.
Finally tired out, her stallion slowed, and then stopped with a heavy sigh, and paced. Only then did Thalia look up from her trance, and eyes fell upon the looming castle so familiar to her. Cair Paravel.
Her chest tightened, and Thalia bit her lip, determined not to show a single sign of weakness. Yet the sight of the glorious castle still standing proud despite being cloaked in a shroud of white gave her hope, let her stay strong, for she knew, she was sure one day, everything would be fine again. It had to be. Thalia would settle for nothing less.
Knowing Dawn was worn out, the girl got off, and then kissed her stallion on its neck, slipping off its bridle before letting her beloved steed wander. Dawn was the last left of her earlier life, and she treasured him like a mother would its child, and she knew the stallion would never wander from her.
Bridle left hanging from a branch, the girl approached the snow-covered castle, her steps slow and sure-footed in the white carpet adorning the ground as she walked. And then voices reached her ear. Wary, Thalia reached for the broadsword hanging by her waist, something she carried constantly ever since the war. But slowly, as the person with those voices came in to view, the girl's grip on her hilt slacked, and then her jaw dropped. A wolf, a black one to be exact, had just ran away. But the one that caught her attention was the one with hair so like Peter's, a lady she knew well.
"Queen Susan." the girls voice was breathless, and a little unsure. Could she be dreaming? Or did she lived in a fantasy world? Lucy and her had searched for the Pevensies eldest girl for years, 2 years to be exact, but had never unearthed anything. How ironic was it, that the moment Lucy was gone, Thalia would stumble over Susan? Yet, the girl herself still couldn't believe it. Mistrust bellied her own hope, and just to be sure, the girl took one step closer, just enough so she would be in ear-shot of the Gentle Queen, and questioned, her tone soft.
"Queen Susan?"
Custom Title:
` the feisty one
How did you find us:
Ad on Time Will Tell.
RP Experience:
2-3 years
Password:
Bugle
