Post by Alianora Mhyre Calvey on Jan 7, 2012 1:50:53 GMT -6
Character Name:
Alianora Mhyre Calvey
Nicknames/Aliases:
Alia, Calvey
Gender:
Female
DOB:
March 17th
Age:
19
Family:
Joseph [father]
Hertha [mother] [44]
Merrick [brother] [26]
Eamonn [brother] [23]
Gawain [brother] [21]
Nicholas [brother] [15]
Background:
Born in Medieval times, Alia is low of birth but was taught to ride by her older brothers, eventually learning archery and jousting, as well. Her oldest brother, Merrick, is a monk, wearing brown coloured robes and working as a scribe for the monestary he lives at, writing simple poems in his spare time. The next oldest, Eamonn, is a noble knight and bit of a blacksmith with chivalrous morals and beliefs, always defending the weak and upholding justice. The third son, Gawain, doesn't necessarily enjoy hard work and would much rather be gallavanting through the woods to help the rebel band rob the rich. All the same, he lives at home and helps their mum stay afloat. Next comes Alia herself, although at times the woman tells her that she might as well have been a boy, because of the way she acts. But what can you expect; she was raised by her brothers. She runs about in crudely sewn trousers of brown under the skirts of women, and can shoot a bow as truly as any of her brothers. She rides better than all her brothers, and it is a talen she clings to, for she cannot match them in strength. Although she is hardworking and rambunctious, she still keeps her hair long, usually tying it back somehow to stay out of her way when running around in cahoots with her brothers, raising hell for the more corrupted nobles. Her younger brother Nicholas was always her playmate and companion, but lately he's discovered girls and has acquired ambitions to be a squire.
Romantic Status:
Single
Personal Item:
Her horse.
Talents:
She's the best rider of her family and is a good shot with a bow. She's rubbish with a sword, lacking the strength and sturdiness to wield it. She practices jousting in secret, and has entered in the tournament to prove herself to the world, but doesn't realize how little experience she has compared to the others. She hopes that practicing on her own and with Eamonn will be enough to place well, since winning seems a little to high to grasp at.
Appearance:
She stands a decent height of five foot six, though don't let her slender, almost willowy frame cause you to think her weak. She's acquired wiry, hidden muscle from a life of hard work, and although tries to give as good as she gets in a fight, it's obvious that she's much less strong than a man. Long legs run often and are used to wrapping around the barrel of a horse's body, her small feet leaving extra room in crudely made, hand me down footwear. Her hair has natural waves to it, and is golden blonde in colour, but is often pulled back in a braid or bun, so as not to get in her way while she rides, jousts, and works. Very light freckles dust her nose and cheeks, her soft pink lips ever ready to smirk at something she deems slightly amusing.
Her eyes are of the clearest light blue, and have mesmerized many a shallow fool, but are quick to show her fury, for she has an infamously short temper. They show a wide range of emotions without her ever having to open her mouth, and only the merest of glances have sent people scuttling off, metaphorical tail between their legs. Also, soot from the air in the smithy often gathers around her eyes, darkening the her eyelids and just below her eyes, causing the vibrancy of her eye colour to show all the more. Feminine hands are strong from labour but agile for domesticated tasks like sewing, and will not hesitate to throw objects at your head.
She wears the ordinary, roughly woven dresses common to the peasant folk, usually in faded hues of green, blue, and brown. She usually sneaks a pair of boy's trousers underneath, especially in winter, tucking them into overly large boots. In summer she usually has her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, hands dirty with her current task, and when in the smithy will often exchange dress for shirts and chaps to handle the horses.
Alia in 5 words:
Explosive, outspoken, clever, unpredictable, bull headed.
Personality:
Having grown up with several brothers, she learned quickly to keep up, lest she be left behind. She would try her hardest to equal them at whatever they did, as if trying to prove that she was just as good as them, although a female. She can't stand being in the dimly lit house doing womenfolk chores while the boys are outside in the fresh air, and is terrible in the kitchen. She excels at archery and horseback riding, and has worked hard to feel confident with a jousting lance, though it will be put to the test in the upcoming tournament. She will be riding a white horse Eamonn got for her, a swift footed draught-cross she named Tuono. When younger, she was always helping to come up with schemes with her brothers, and although her fiery temper has often landed her with a sore backside, her quick mouth has often as not saved her. She is wary with strangers, but once they gain her trust she is open and outspoken as usual.
Likes:
Riding
Daffodils
Archery
Arguing
Making fun of nobility
The smell of rain
Getting dirty
Her horse
Dislikes:
The thought of being married off
Being told what to do
Being left behind due to being a girl
Housework
'Female duties'
The bitterness of winter
Nobles
Taxes
Fears:
Being cooped up the rest of her life, or married off to some idiot.
Well Known For:
Courage, determination, hot bloodedness, turning violent.
Interesting Facts:
Is the village wild child, and deemed unsuitable wife material by most.
Quotes:
"Do I look 'silly' to you? Let's see how silly I look when you have a bloody nose!"
"If you want something done, you tell me to do it?!"
"I'm going to beat you harder'n a rug! Just watch!"
Alianora Mhyre Calvey
Nicknames/Aliases:
Alia, Calvey
Gender:
Female
DOB:
March 17th
Age:
19
Family:
Hertha [mother] [44]
Merrick [brother] [26]
Eamonn [brother] [23]
Gawain [brother] [21]
Nicholas [brother] [15]
Background:
Born in Medieval times, Alia is low of birth but was taught to ride by her older brothers, eventually learning archery and jousting, as well. Her oldest brother, Merrick, is a monk, wearing brown coloured robes and working as a scribe for the monestary he lives at, writing simple poems in his spare time. The next oldest, Eamonn, is a noble knight and bit of a blacksmith with chivalrous morals and beliefs, always defending the weak and upholding justice. The third son, Gawain, doesn't necessarily enjoy hard work and would much rather be gallavanting through the woods to help the rebel band rob the rich. All the same, he lives at home and helps their mum stay afloat. Next comes Alia herself, although at times the woman tells her that she might as well have been a boy, because of the way she acts. But what can you expect; she was raised by her brothers. She runs about in crudely sewn trousers of brown under the skirts of women, and can shoot a bow as truly as any of her brothers. She rides better than all her brothers, and it is a talen she clings to, for she cannot match them in strength. Although she is hardworking and rambunctious, she still keeps her hair long, usually tying it back somehow to stay out of her way when running around in cahoots with her brothers, raising hell for the more corrupted nobles. Her younger brother Nicholas was always her playmate and companion, but lately he's discovered girls and has acquired ambitions to be a squire.
Romantic Status:
Single
Personal Item:
Her horse.
Talents:
She's the best rider of her family and is a good shot with a bow. She's rubbish with a sword, lacking the strength and sturdiness to wield it. She practices jousting in secret, and has entered in the tournament to prove herself to the world, but doesn't realize how little experience she has compared to the others. She hopes that practicing on her own and with Eamonn will be enough to place well, since winning seems a little to high to grasp at.
Appearance:
She stands a decent height of five foot six, though don't let her slender, almost willowy frame cause you to think her weak. She's acquired wiry, hidden muscle from a life of hard work, and although tries to give as good as she gets in a fight, it's obvious that she's much less strong than a man. Long legs run often and are used to wrapping around the barrel of a horse's body, her small feet leaving extra room in crudely made, hand me down footwear. Her hair has natural waves to it, and is golden blonde in colour, but is often pulled back in a braid or bun, so as not to get in her way while she rides, jousts, and works. Very light freckles dust her nose and cheeks, her soft pink lips ever ready to smirk at something she deems slightly amusing.
Her eyes are of the clearest light blue, and have mesmerized many a shallow fool, but are quick to show her fury, for she has an infamously short temper. They show a wide range of emotions without her ever having to open her mouth, and only the merest of glances have sent people scuttling off, metaphorical tail between their legs. Also, soot from the air in the smithy often gathers around her eyes, darkening the her eyelids and just below her eyes, causing the vibrancy of her eye colour to show all the more. Feminine hands are strong from labour but agile for domesticated tasks like sewing, and will not hesitate to throw objects at your head.
She wears the ordinary, roughly woven dresses common to the peasant folk, usually in faded hues of green, blue, and brown. She usually sneaks a pair of boy's trousers underneath, especially in winter, tucking them into overly large boots. In summer she usually has her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, hands dirty with her current task, and when in the smithy will often exchange dress for shirts and chaps to handle the horses.
Alia in 5 words:
Explosive, outspoken, clever, unpredictable, bull headed.
Personality:
Having grown up with several brothers, she learned quickly to keep up, lest she be left behind. She would try her hardest to equal them at whatever they did, as if trying to prove that she was just as good as them, although a female. She can't stand being in the dimly lit house doing womenfolk chores while the boys are outside in the fresh air, and is terrible in the kitchen. She excels at archery and horseback riding, and has worked hard to feel confident with a jousting lance, though it will be put to the test in the upcoming tournament. She will be riding a white horse Eamonn got for her, a swift footed draught-cross she named Tuono. When younger, she was always helping to come up with schemes with her brothers, and although her fiery temper has often landed her with a sore backside, her quick mouth has often as not saved her. She is wary with strangers, but once they gain her trust she is open and outspoken as usual.
Likes:
Riding
Daffodils
Archery
Arguing
Making fun of nobility
The smell of rain
Getting dirty
Her horse
Dislikes:
The thought of being married off
Being told what to do
Being left behind due to being a girl
Housework
'Female duties'
The bitterness of winter
Nobles
Taxes
Fears:
Being cooped up the rest of her life, or married off to some idiot.
Well Known For:
Courage, determination, hot bloodedness, turning violent.
Interesting Facts:
Is the village wild child, and deemed unsuitable wife material by most.
Quotes:
"Do I look 'silly' to you? Let's see how silly I look when you have a bloody nose!"
"If you want something done, you tell me to do it?!"
"I'm going to beat you harder'n a rug! Just watch!"