Emelia

[Jessica]

Name: Emelia
Age: 19 ( 400, actually. She's a Druid.)
Gender: Female
Rank: The Royal families personal florist.
Kingdom: Neutral

DETAILS:

Appearance: Emelia's appearance is an average florist. Because she's a Druid, she has a lot of Earth elements to her. With high cheek bones, a firm jaw, and tan skin from spending her days in the market. Her clothes are very simple and light for the seasons, and the fabric is breathable. With a white cotton dress flowing down to her knees, her feet are protected poorly by a thin cloth with comfortable padding.

Personality: Emelia's personality is probably the most optimistic thing you could possibly think of. Although she knows what sorrow feels like, she simply see's the silver lining of things. She's always skipping, dancing, and always complimenting the weather, people, and always telling them to be happy and to not let worries get to them. Although there are times where she's emotional, and show more than politeness, happiness, and optimism.

History: Her history is actually pretty vague. She was a florist back in a hometown of Gilead that was destroyed by the war that happened. She was a nurse through out the war, able to grow herbs and heal with the small amounts of magic she knew. After the war, Gilead was permanently damaged and her parents forced her off to be a traveler. For a very long time she was a messenger, travelling hundreds of miles and visiting thousands of small villages, towns, and major cities to comfort or congratulate people on their letters. When she finally settled in Tiesa, she was weary and enjoyed the nice company.

Family: She hasn't heard of her family for a long while.

Other: Emelia is just an average person who loves to store pastries in her small bags that she carries around sometimes.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Jessica
Roleplaying Experience: 6 years.
How'd you find us?: I'm the admin!

Roleplaying Example:

In a world of extreme choas laid a kingdom made of glass. Rainbows shimmered across the rooft tops, the scenery was always pleasant, and the summers were always blistering. With skies as deep as the ocean, laid the beautiful stars upon them at night with a glimmering goodnight, kissing the trees and glass houses until the morning dew chilled the children in their beds to where they would cuddle under their whool blankets. In the heart of the kingdom lay a woman as high strung as any thoroughbred, her heart glass itself. For she loved none.

And none loved her.

With the ultimate power and the unlimited amount of hate, she refused to let the maidens wear what the citizens wore. On their bodies were the itchiest of silks, their feet worn with the most uncomfortable glass shoes. The maidens skins were scarred, bled out, and the most horrific sight there could ever be for a maiden. And although they wre sought out to please her, the queen insisted only having the most beautiful of women on her side. And that was the rule.

No ugliness. No mercy.

And while the queen sought high on her throne, the male servant beside her was bestowed in her hate, as if it was a gift at all. And although it was once in a blue moon, the queen would let her maidens give ideas. And with that, it was a bustling day and a bustling night, the queen waving and waving away as she did with all of the maidens, the hope being crushed under the glass roofs as the stars were in complete denial of this, hiding behind the clouds.

In a world of extreme choas laid a kingdom made of glass. Rainbows shimmered across the rooft tops, the scenery was always pleasant, and the summers were always blistering. With skies as deep as the ocean, laid the beautiful stars upon them at night with a glimmering goodnight, kissing the trees and glass houses until the morning dew chilled the children in their beds to where they would cuddle under their whool blankets. In the heart of the kingdom lay a woman as high strung as any thoroughbred, her heart glass itself. For she gave a final sentence that upheld.

"The Queen of this house is unamused."