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Name: Lady Igraine
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Fandom: Arthurian Legend
Appearance
PB: Imogen Poots
Description: Igraine is a slender, petite young woman with flaxen hair, that often seems to take on a mind of its own. Her skin is fair and her eyes are pale, but don't be deceived by her feminine appearance.
She has an elegant grace about her that speak of long years of training to be the perfect lady and she holds herself perfectly upright and proud when the situation calls for it.
Skills
Powers: N/A
Abilities:Igraine has the ability to make her husband bend to her will.
Other Skills: She has every skill a lady of her standing ought to possess, which is to say, not many at all, beyond dancing and not making a fool of herself. However, she is very good at debating, reading, writing, horsemanship and though she does not loudly announce it, she is very decent with a dagger.
Personality
General personality: Igraine has a strong, magnetic presence, which is what often seems to get her into trouble. She loves deeply, everything and everyone she feels deserves it. Her loyalty to family is greater even than her fealty toward her sovereign and that often colors every decision she makes.
She is a wife first and then a mother. Her daughters mean the world to her, but she would die for her husband, and do so gladly. She is fierce and not entirely even-tempered, but she's just as quick to laugh and enjoy herself as she is to fight with words and anger.
Igraine very rarely cries.
History
Igraine was born to the family DuBois in 443 AD, the youngest of three children and the only daughter. Having two older brothers worked well for Igraine who learned how to run and climb trees before she could recognize her own name written down. Her childhood was fast and free of troubles. She learned from her mother how to properly behave by the age of eight, but the moment her brothers arrived home from a hunt, she was quick to display anything but what she had learned. From those boys, she also learned how to read and strategise, two skills a lady should not be as qualified in as she became.
When Igraine turned sixteen she was betrothed to Gorlois, a man she knew nothing of, but the stories her father and brothers would tell her. Her mother told her stories that petrified her of what to expect from a knight such as he, and she went into the marriage more afraid than she had ever been. She spoke caustically and without once being demure to mask her lingering dread. She was terrified of him until the night of their wedding when he proved kinder than the tales told of him. It wasn't hard to fall in love with him.
Hardly a year passed before she gave birth to their first daughter, Morgause, followed not long in turn by Elaine and then Morgana. Igraine took to motherhood with a ferocious passion, guarding her children from the world about them, not even showing them off at court.
It was not long after Elaine was born that Uther Pendragon first made his interest known. Having sent Gorlois off, when Igraine and he were visiting Camelot, he tried to woo her, entice her and above all have her. She never told Gorlois of this, knowing how much he cared for his King, but the memory of Uther's hand on her skin burned across her memories, making it hard to forgive him every time he took her husband away.
What they have on arrival Her dagger, a letter from her brother, and not her children.
Sample
The touch of his hand on her skin was like a strike of lightning. She flinched, body jerking away from his touch, outrage flooding through her. Uther's flirtations had been an annoyance and easily dismissed, but the hand on her cheek, as if she was his to own left her ashamed and disgusted. The feeling crept along her skin and nestled down low in her heart.
"You presume much, my lord," Igraine murmured. His eyes darkened, a flash of anger she had yet to see, and she drew back from him, ready to turn and run without asking his leave. Had Gorlois been here, he never would have dared reach for her in that manner, but then, that would have been why Gorlois had been sent off. Uther wished to have her alone. She had no one left to protect her but herself.
Player Info
Name: Heather
Age: 24
Do you have any other characters here? No
Name: Lady Igraine
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Fandom: Arthurian Legend
Appearance
PB: Imogen Poots
Description: Igraine is a slender, petite young woman with flaxen hair, that often seems to take on a mind of its own. Her skin is fair and her eyes are pale, but don't be deceived by her feminine appearance.
She has an elegant grace about her that speak of long years of training to be the perfect lady and she holds herself perfectly upright and proud when the situation calls for it.
Skills
Powers: N/A
Abilities:
Other Skills: She has every skill a lady of her standing ought to possess, which is to say, not many at all, beyond dancing and not making a fool of herself. However, she is very good at debating, reading, writing, horsemanship and though she does not loudly announce it, she is very decent with a dagger.
Personality
General personality: Igraine has a strong, magnetic presence, which is what often seems to get her into trouble. She loves deeply, everything and everyone she feels deserves it. Her loyalty to family is greater even than her fealty toward her sovereign and that often colors every decision she makes.
She is a wife first and then a mother. Her daughters mean the world to her, but she would die for her husband, and do so gladly. She is fierce and not entirely even-tempered, but she's just as quick to laugh and enjoy herself as she is to fight with words and anger.
Igraine very rarely cries.
History
Igraine was born to the family DuBois in 443 AD, the youngest of three children and the only daughter. Having two older brothers worked well for Igraine who learned how to run and climb trees before she could recognize her own name written down. Her childhood was fast and free of troubles. She learned from her mother how to properly behave by the age of eight, but the moment her brothers arrived home from a hunt, she was quick to display anything but what she had learned. From those boys, she also learned how to read and strategise, two skills a lady should not be as qualified in as she became.
When Igraine turned sixteen she was betrothed to Gorlois, a man she knew nothing of, but the stories her father and brothers would tell her. Her mother told her stories that petrified her of what to expect from a knight such as he, and she went into the marriage more afraid than she had ever been. She spoke caustically and without once being demure to mask her lingering dread. She was terrified of him until the night of their wedding when he proved kinder than the tales told of him. It wasn't hard to fall in love with him.
Hardly a year passed before she gave birth to their first daughter, Morgause, followed not long in turn by Elaine and then Morgana. Igraine took to motherhood with a ferocious passion, guarding her children from the world about them, not even showing them off at court.
It was not long after Elaine was born that Uther Pendragon first made his interest known. Having sent Gorlois off, when Igraine and he were visiting Camelot, he tried to woo her, entice her and above all have her. She never told Gorlois of this, knowing how much he cared for his King, but the memory of Uther's hand on her skin burned across her memories, making it hard to forgive him every time he took her husband away.
What they have on arrival Her dagger, a letter from her brother, and not her children.
Sample
The touch of his hand on her skin was like a strike of lightning. She flinched, body jerking away from his touch, outrage flooding through her. Uther's flirtations had been an annoyance and easily dismissed, but the hand on her cheek, as if she was his to own left her ashamed and disgusted. The feeling crept along her skin and nestled down low in her heart.
"You presume much, my lord," Igraine murmured. His eyes darkened, a flash of anger she had yet to see, and she drew back from him, ready to turn and run without asking his leave. Had Gorlois been here, he never would have dared reach for her in that manner, but then, that would have been why Gorlois had been sent off. Uther wished to have her alone. She had no one left to protect her but herself.
Player Info
Name: Heather
Age: 24
Do you have any other characters here? No
