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Georgeanna Aramantha

Post by Georgeanna » Wed Nov 29, 2017 4:32 am

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Far, far, far away, a little princess dreamt of being a queen with a happy life, joyful subjects, and proud parents.
Life didn't agree.


:bluebullet: Basic Character Sheet.....Page 1
:bluebullet: Little Princess.....Page 2
:bluebullet: PG Epic: Fun and Games.....Page 3
:bluebullet: The Prophecy.....Page 4
:bluebullet: Coronation Day.....Page 5
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Basic Character Sheet

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Dec 28, 2017 4:51 pm

Name: Georgeanna Aramantha
Age: 23
Class: Human-Siren Hybrid

Appearance:
Hair so fair in color that it could only be described as shiny, iridescent silver frames a nicely proportioned face with large hazel eyes and high cheekbones. She stands at about 5’6” with an athletic build. Her attire is usually a simple white dress that floats around her in an ethereal manner and a silver banded ring on her right ring finger. With the siren blood in her veins, she does have the ability to unfold wings that are of a dusty grey. However, due to injury, she often keeps these tucked close to her spine (they almost lie imperceptibly there most of the time).

Lineage:
Her father, Samuel, was a sailor renowned for his speed and cunning. One day, crossing the large and treacherous ocean that bordered the lands of his youth, he came upon a singing voice that nearly drove him into the sea. Yet, the gods looked favorably upon him due to his sharp instincts and allowed him to find the singer. Georgeanna’s mother, Ivy, is one of the descendants of the original three Greek sirens—half bird, half woman—yet her appearance was clearly that of a beautiful woman. Though Samuel did not dash his ship against the rocks, his boat was inevitably beached on the Isles of Palm. Through many perils and witty mishaps, Samuel and Ivy fell in love and lived on the Isles for their time. They have both since disappeared while on an expedition in the Multiverse.

Personality:
Friendly, bubbly, and kind, Georgeanna is a charismatic woman with many good qualities. She is charitable and accepting, and always tries her best to be regarded warmly. Often times, she makes friends with everyone in the room. However, she has a stubborn streak in her character and is prone to becoming angry when her goals are not accomplished or she does not attain what she desires. She holds a nasty grudge, though she keeps it “secret” and exacts her revenge passive aggressively.

Or at least that was how she was before everything happened so quickly and so all at once. Weathered by her search for her parents, Georgeanna has become cynical and shy, often not trusting anyone until absolutely necessary. These are not qualities she is proud of, but rather ones she has had to adapt to survive.

Abilities:

Enchanting Song- Her voice is absolutely enrapturing, affecting anyone who hears it. However, her voice is not as powerful as those sirens of old—she definitely could not lure someone to their death. Yet, her voice has a calming and enchanting effect that will certainly distract anyone who hears it. Humming, while still beautiful, does not have the same effect.

Flight- She has dusty grey wings that can support her weight in flight. This is due to a fundamental, physical difference in which she has hollow bones akin to a bird (this also allows her some physical advantage in balance and jumping abilities, but none so significant as to be considered a separate ability). However, for reasons that will be expanded upon, she was injured causing stabbing pain in her left wing when she chooses to use her wings. This obvious deterrent causes her wings to typically be tucked neatly away. She is still looking for a healer talented enough to heal her.

Persuasion- As the gods looked so favorably upon Samuel, and then Ivy as well, they gifted their daughter with the ability of supernatural persuasion. When utilized, she can influence a person’s thought processes and bend their will to fit hers by commanding them. This power is not without its consequences though. Depending on the will of the opposing person and the size of influence she wants to exert, Georgeanna has to use varying levels of mental energy. If this energy is depleted, she will pass out and the effects of her persuasion will be lost.

Background:
Georgeanna was born on the Isles of Palm to Samuel and Ivy Aramantha. For the first few years of her life, all was well. Through his wit and the will of the gods, Samuel was able to rise to kingship over the Isles with his wife Ivy to help counsel and guide him. Ivy was cunning, gracious, and much beloved by the Islanders, as was her newborn baby girl. (It turns out she never meant to endanger Samuel when they first met. She could not see a ship was near and she had no reason to suspect anyone was coming—the Isles were difficult to find if you did not know where they were.)

The pair often took expeditions with Georgeanna around the multiverse, introducing her to new peoples and customs. Soon, she became very knowledgeable and as she grew she gained wisdom, acceptance, and benevolence. But she was not all good. Prone to tantrums when she did not get her way, she used her gods given gift of persuasion to attain the things she wanted, when she wanted. Fortunately, this only worked on the servants and, because Sam and Ivy forewarned them, Georgeanna often failed in her attempts resulting in her passing out.

As she grew, she still retained this stubborn and fiery disposition but was largely agreeable when she got her way. She became very popular with the islanders and often held large parties where she would entertain them with her singing and flight.

One day, while lying out in the gardens with her wings unfurled (in her younger days she did this often, as she loved feeling the sun on her feathers and the way the light brought out golden flecks among the down), a bastion serpent struck the joint where her left wing met her back. A guard killed the adder quickly and sucked out the poison from her wound, but the damage was done. Several ligaments were severely damaged and her muscles atrophied as if she had not used them for over 10 years.

The problem was, aside from Georgeanna being crippled at only 19, was that bastion serpents had never lived on the Isles of Palm and were not common in the region in general. The exact origin of the snake still remains unclear, but the purpose was deduced easily through testing the adder’s venom. It was an assassination attempt on the most beloved royal family to ever rule on the Isles.

For two years the king and his queen searched the Isles themselves to find the would-be assassin. Finally, they decided to search the multiverse for the killer. Communication was to be sent out every month, but after the first, replies stopped coming. Waiting for months was excruciating for Georgeanna, imagining her parents captured or worse. Finally, after 5 months of no communication, the elders of the Isles crowned Georgeanna as queen in her parents’ absence. However, leaving her most trusted advisor in charge, Georgeanna now searches the multiverse for the parents that she knows deep in her soul no longer exist.
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Little Princess

Post by Georgeanna » Thu Dec 28, 2017 5:16 pm

5 Years

Her feet seemed to skim the grass as she hurried up to the castle, skirts growing green with each brush against the brush underfoot. Georgeanna hummed a tune as she paced ever closer to her home, her small frame shaking with the effort of keeping enough breath in her lungs to propel the song forward. It was a merry tune that spoke of sunflowers opening up to the sun and birds nurturing their babies—it was a song that promised springtime was close at hand.

Georgeanna continued her musical jaunt as she entered the castle’s garden gates, finding herself inside the maze of hedges and greenery. Normally, she would allow for the distraction, and go to find the gardener’s son, Patrick. They would pick poppies and make flower chain crowns, under the golden sun that always seemed to shine on the Isles. Today, however, she had no time for such revelry.

Huffing with the effort, Georgeanna fluttered her small wings and lifted herself above the bushes with uncertainty—her wings had just finally grown large enough to support her weight. Toes skidding across several of the higher reaching branches, she winced and grimaced her way across the garden, leaving her song forgotten at the garden gate.
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Patrick crouched in the garden next to a pile of flowers and chains of those yellow daisies that Georgeanna always liked. He had waited for hours for her to come for their afternoon adventures, making her crown after, crown.

Finally he threw his current attempt at a tiara in the ever-growing pile. Patrick jumped up and stomped back to his house, crushing the flowers in the process. His seven-year-old heart was torn into two as he watched her flutter right by him. She hadn’t even noticed him there with his colorful offering and sincere gaze. He was nothing to her, just like he was nothing to all the other Islanders—a gardener’s son.

Whoever said young love was sweet was an idiot.
~
The queen was screaming in pain as Georgeanna sat with her dad outside the chamber doors. She was going to be a big sister! Her legs jiggled with the strain of staying seated on the cushioned bench. The King looked at his daughter fondly, putting a hand on her knee to still her wild twitching.

“It shouldn’t be long now, my tulip,” he whispered, giving her a quick pat and then clasping his hands in front of him. Samuel had always exuded confidence, and he was ever the picture of strength for his daughter’s sake. Inside, however, was a different story. He had heard the physician’s warning, and more than anything he wanted to be with his wife right now—but no way in Hades would he let his daughter see her mother die, so together they sat in front of the chambers. One was nervous on the outside and excited inside, and the other the exact opposite.

Screams and cries exuded from the door like poison. Surely, her mother should be done with this business by now? Georgeanna settled in next to her father, leaning against his frame. She was ever so tired. A little nap wouldn’t kill anyone.
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Georgeanna woke to quiet sobs, her father missing, and a bundle being carried out in a shroud. Blinking she called out for her parents, who echoed that she should come into the chamber at long last.

She tiptoed, trying to avoid waking the baby—she was prepared to be the best big sister ever. But as she crept in, she saw bloodstained sheets balled up in a corner, blank expressions, and an empty crib.

The little princess was lost, never to be found again.
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The PG Epic: Fun and Games

Post by Georgeanna » Mon Jan 01, 2018 9:36 am

Twelve years old fit on her like a glove as she twirled around the labyrinth of hedges and greenery. Linen garments swishing, arms pumping, and wings fluttering, Georgeanna ran around the garden looking. Her hair whipped around behind her as she turned corner after corner, stymied at every glance. Where was he?

“Patrick!” she called out into the green. “Where are you, you little bean?” She wrinkled her nose with a nasty smirk as she said that, knowing Patrick would be provoked by the moniker. To her left, she heard a small scoff and she darted into the hedge, wanting him to stumble into her trap.

His hair was a ginger mess, leaves and twigs poking out at odd angles, with a dirt-smeared face to match, the spitting image of his father and of his ancestor, Dionysus. He had a wicked grin painted on his face as he peeked on tiptoe around the hedge he was concealed behind. Patrick crouched by the corner and placed his hand gently on the ground. Where his fingertips met the ground, several more hedges began to take seed and grow, further concealing him.

“Cheater!” Georgeanna hollered, jumping out of her hiding place and looking just as wild as he did. Patrick returned her accusation by sticking out his pink tongue.

“Real mature, Pat. You know what? I’m done playing with a cheater, demi-demi-demi god or no,” she said crossing her arms over her chest and fluttering her wings for emphasis. Patrick’s small face crumbled like a stale pastry and the hedges that took root quickly wilted with his change of attitude. Though she felt bad for hurting him, Georgeanna kept her face composed—ever the actress even as a child.

Catching her bluff, Patrick turned around and walked away. Jaw dropping to the floor, Georgeanna stuttered incoherent noises, reaching out to him with one of her hands.

“All right, Janna, we won’t play anymore,” Pat taunted, snickering to himself. He stopped walking when he was a few feet away from her, taking this opportunity to place his arms over his chest. A fluttering noise was all the warning he got before Georgeanna plowed into him, tackling him in the dirt.

Sitting on his chest with all the confidence of a queen, Georgeanna stuck her tongue out rudely and stood up. Getting up just as quick, Patrick grabbed her tiny wrist.

“Wait, wait, I was just kidding—“

“Georgeanna! What in good graciousness are you doing?” the Queen called down from her chamber window. “Get up here right now young lady, no flying either, you could break a bone for gods’ sake!”

With an apologetic look, Georgeanna darted away from him and he let her go with a look that could shatter worlds.
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The Queen’s chambers were ornately decorated with gems dangling from the ceiling, cushions scattered on the floor, and a large bed on a dais up against the back wall. Ivy sat combing through her iridescent hair by the large bay window on the garden-facing wall.

“Sit,” she said with disappointment clear in her tone. Georgeanna did as she was told, dirt and debris smearing on the cushion she chose. “Now,” Ivy continued. “I have no problem with you playing with that…Peter boy. After all, his father is a loyal subject and he seems nice enough.

“But must you be so indecent with him? You are growing up to be a beautiful young lady, my doll, and the last thing our subjects need to see is you acting like a boy and rolling in the mud with some…commoner. Don’t misunderstand me, my gem, he is a fine boy and will grow up to be a fine young man, but it just isn’t proper to behave in the way you have been.”

Ivy’s face betrayed her guilt over saying such things—as she didn’t believe a single thing she had just said. She thought highly of Patrick and loved that her daughter was able to be a child. But Aphrodite had made the prophecy very clear.

Georgeanna’s face betrayed her rage. She stood up in a huff, glaring at her mother. How she wished she could wipe her mother’s memory of that moment. How she yearned to go out to father and tell him how unfair her mom was being. Balling her hands up into fists, Georgeanna stalked towards her mother, stopping at the lip of the window.

“I’m sorry, mother,” she said without an ounce of regret. “But I couldn’t care less.”

With that she jumped out of the window, unfurling her wings to their full length and gliding down into the garden.
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Balled up in a corner of the maze, Georgeanna shed tear after tear. She had never disagreed with her mother, not even once. The strain pulled her heart in a million directions, pulling choking noises out of her chest.

His steps announced his approach, of course, he would know where to find her; he heard all of the secrets the leaves kept in the garden. Patrick stood above her, holding out his hand to help her up. She grasped his hand, jerking her body up straight.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Fine. You’re it,” she said darting away to find a new hiding place.
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The Prophecy

Post by Georgeanna » Mon Jan 01, 2018 11:45 am

Two children, close in spirit
Will sense a call, though neither can hear it.
They’ll play and laugh till’ the sun goes down
But one won’t come home—they’ll certainly drown.

So dance little puppets, on your stiff little strings
Because though you may exchange small little rings
You can’t understand cosmic things.

The moment you begin to think you are safe,
he will come to get you.

Say goodbye, young lovers under the sun,
Because you will vanish once your time is done.

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Coronation Day

Post by Georgeanna » Wed Feb 07, 2018 2:59 pm

21 years

Blank eyes met each other in the dim reflection of mirror in front of Georgeanna. They had been that way for a long time, and only just then had she realized how vacant they truly looked—like empty pits consuming themselves. If only she could dive into them and simply cease to exist, though she doubted that Fortune would smile on her in such a way. She had been nothing but ruthless thus far.

The maids truly had done a phenomenal job this evening, creating the illusion of health where only illness resided. Her hair was done up in an ornate way, all loops and curls, with delicate makeup as accompaniment. Lips parting slightly, she pushed a loose lock behind her ear and forced her mouth twist into a smile. What resulted was little more than a hollow grimace. The woman before her in the looking glass was little more than a doll, carefully painted and stitched, but a marionette all the same. The creature inside was ugly and scratching to show itself, with its bloodshot eyes, wicked tongue, merciless spirit, and gaunt proportions. It was born of grief and had only grown since, carving more and more of a place for itself within the young royal. Two years ago it was conceived out of wickedness and now? Now there was hardly any girl left to host it.

To be fair, the young woman had put up quite a fight for the first year and ninth months using fire to fight fire. For every wretched thought, she sought good. For every harsh word, she spoke kindness. For every time she thought of giving up, she took on more. It was the first missed letter that delivered the first in a line of crippling victories to the monster within. At first, Georgeanna just ignored it. It must be some fluke, some mistake in transport. Surely, the update would get to her soon enough. There was no way that it could be anything other than that. Thoughts only grew more frantic as time went on, and with the first month passing the beast gained another victory. Every day, every hour, every moment it seemed, would drag against the princess’ skin leaving scorching trails of misery. Still, she battled the hysteria inside. Still, she kept her mind in check.

Using executive privilege in her parents’ stead, she sent ship after ship after them. When that didn’t work, she had people divine things from the gods themselves. After that, she tried talking to the deities herself, to no avail. The princess sent journeyman after journeyman throughout the entire realm, and throughout other realms, for some sign. Anything.

It wasn’t until month three of silence that someone spoke up. Georgeanna didn’t remember who it was, and it hardly mattered.

“Maybe we should think about crowning a new monarch.”

Nine words. None particularly inspired or cutting. Nine words were all it took to shatter any semblance of hope within Georgeanna. With nine words, the creature enclosed the woman’s heart in its claw and squeezed until nothing remained because those nine words meant so much more than just what they signified. The princess had suffered for no reason. She had waited for months for no purpose. She had kept hoping for some word, some letter, some anything for nothing other than her own delusion. Since that day, the woman she was disappeared.

Looking in the mirror, Georgeanna felt something like remorse. For what, she didn’t care anymore. The feeling was dull anyway, pressing against her throat rather than cutting into her heart, and she figured she could live with the suffocation. It was nothing compared to the pain she felt all the time. She glanced down at her hands, which rested on the vanity in front of her, and noticed that they were still as death. Fitting, she thought with little amusement.

“Your Highness?” a soft voice echoed from the chamber door. “It’s time.”

Georgeanna turned to see a maid timidly standing by the entrance, her pale skin and hair nearly blending into one another like freshly powdered sugar. Marianne was her name, and despite having worked in the castle for years and having been only treated with kindness, she never treated those who lived there with anything other than fear. At one time, Georgeanna would’ve linked arms with her and smiled warmly. Now, she only got up to follow the mouse of a woman through the open door with an impassive facial expression. Her gowns rustled with more vibrancy than she exuded, their swirls of dark ruby and gold winding their way up her form with jubilance befitting a queen.

The pair wound their way through hallway after hallway, both content to travel in absolute silence while they looked towards the ground. They were greeted by another figure, in matching ruby and gold by the large double doors of the ballroom. The maid bobbed a quick curtsy and took her leave quickly, darting to the maze of hallways for solace.

“Your Highness,” Patrick said clearly, as he bowed. His face held nothing more than unfeeling respect for her, so much less than it held for her mere days before. The wound still was fresh, but Georgeanna didn’t feel it.

“Patrick,” she replied curtly, her voice lacking the chiming quality it had once. She accepted his extended arm without gumption and waited for the doors to open.

“You will make a fine queen, my lady,” he offered, his voice inflected upon by some emotion that was a mystery to Georgeanna. The words were meant to comfort her, she knew, but all they did was make her angry. Seized with the rapture of beautiful rage, the monster inside took over with relish. So many words had been spilled, and now only more would be.

“You’re right. I will be.” the retort cut through the air. “And that is why I relieve you as my fiancé and soon to be king consort. You may take your leave at once. I can do this on my own.”

His eyes darted towards hers in surprise and hurt, but Georgeanna kept her head lifted high and pointed straight ahead.

“Leave me.”

The final words fell like thudding hammer strokes as the soon-to-be queen unwound her arm from his. They were meant to wound, and they did their job as surely as any arrow. Patrick took in a shuddering breath. The title he was more than happy to be rid of, but the deeper inflection hinted that he had lost so much more. Stiffly, he bowed to her and walked away. It was the least and last thing he could give her, and still much too little.

Georgeanna waited for the pain to come, but it didn’t, and as the doors opened before her, she met every eye in the room with cool detachment. She floated down the aisle with her chin held high, every bit the queen that she soon would be. The words danced across her tongue on cue and the rituals completed went without incident.

It wasn’t until the crown nestled its barbs into her scalp, that Georgeanna finally felt her heart stop beating. The princess was dead, and in her place rose a queen who did not recognize what she had become.
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