I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left of charm and grace.
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Background
Quite studious, Alessa has been known to keep more to herself in her earlier years. With the sickness of her father and his recent seclusion she is exploring the world around her more than she ever has before.
Alessandra was born much as her mother, a thin rail of a thing possibly defined even as frail looking. Her looks were slightly deceiving but after the scare her mother had with the seizures in her childhood, when Alessa showed a tendency to being the same build, coloring and demeanor, they kept her inside for her own protection. There were times her brothers would come and play with her, even take her outside the courtyard, which was a rare thing for her, though it was for her own sake her parents kept her inside. She never felt she was at a disadvantage, after all, she was inside with all of the books! She had her own adventures, right there in the very library of her home, traveling to far off lands, exploring the stars in the sky through books and even romantic tales of whimsy. The books were her past time, her escape, in a house filled with talks of war and peace, of alliances and enemies.
Alessa never did get the shaking disease that haunted her mothers younger years, much to the relief of her family. Her build even filled out some by her pre-teens and into her teens, she looked as healthy and happy as others her age, except she was still on the thin side. Gradually, she was allowed outside more and more, under the careful and watchful eye of the guard and a healer who would act as handmaiden to the young girl, teaching her things about such occupations as her own. It was interesting, but more-so when the healer discovered the best way for Alessa to learn was through books. She supplied her with such writings as were studied to become a healer and Alessa poured through them in addition to being instructed by the healer. Other interests began to catch her eye though and though she had the natural talent as her mother of singing and carrying a note to perfection, her interests were in writing.
Endless journals were written in, blank pages filled. All during her life she's written about things, daily events, dreams and hopes and about her family. If she wasn't reading, she was writing. If she wasn't writing, she was tagging along after her mother or her father or eldest brother. Her brother taught her a little about handling a sword, just to be sure she was able to protect herself and her sister taught her some about archery. She is a fast learner and quite adept at most things. She has proven to have a zest for the written word in both reading and writing of it.
Though she is much like her mother and spent many hours in her presence, she has always doted and been doted on by her father. A normally stern looking man, he always has a smile for his daughter that reminds him of his wife in her younger days the older Alessa gets. While her brothers and father taught her defending herself, her mother showcased every single day how to act every inch a princess. With the end of the war and the rumors of her father… and the ill-spoken rumors of her brother, Alessa is quite at a loss. Her father, sometimes he looks at her with blank stares that say he does not recognize her and other times he smiles that handsome smile surely her mother must have fallen in love with so many, many times. Though she does not understand her parents deep involvement with their advisor, Cardinal Lucien Ramius, she trusts them to do what is best for the lands, they always have before.
The more her parents close themselves off, the more Alessa spreads her wings and learns to experience life outside of the castle. She missed the recent coronation her parents attended, preferring not to go to that place with them. Her brother had fought them after all, and their father before him! When the news was returned that they were quite impressed with the Queen, once more Alessa trusted their judgment and told herself she would be more open to meeting them if the time came again to do so.
Though Alessa seems gentle and quiet on the outside, inside there's a fire burning for more, to be more, do more, experience more and she aspires for greatness. It is a smoldering fire that has never experienced the oxygen it needs to thrive, for she holds no power within her house. No politics, no influences, nothing, and she does not wish for it. Perhaps her greatness will come in the future, in an alliance her family uses her to make, only time will tell. Her dreams of a Prince Charming swooping in are fading more as she ages, her worry for her father taking precedence over any previous ideas she had of that nature for now. If the greatness never comes at all, she will simply say that she tried.. but she is not finished trying yet.
On the Grid
- Overview
- Physical Description
- Quirks and Personality
- ♫ Soundtrack ♫
- ♫ Dedications ♫
- Favor
- Jewels
- Gallery
I wanted a perfect ending.
Now I've learned, the hard way,
that some poems don't rhyme,
and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing,
having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what's going to happen next.
A deceptively slight figure, almost overly slender, with pale blonde locks that flow like liquid silk past her shoulders to the small of her back and frames a face with softly sculpted cheekbones and riveting blue eyes beneath gently arched brows. A small nose and full lips with a pronounced cupids bow all centered in an oval face with a small chin, separate, all are normal, average, but all put together make a striking visage.
Her attire is well made, tailored to fit her frame and dyed a soft blue just a shade darker than her eyes and cinches in at her slim waist only to flare again ever so slightly at her hips and moreso along the curves of her upper body forming and defining her hourglass shape. The material is soft and the skirt moves with her body, each soft rustle swaying with her steps and feet are covered in dainty slippers and sometimes peek out beneath the yards of fabric when she walks.
Quirks
Assumed Quirks:
- Dignified: al'Ramars usually have a noble bearing and carry themselves with confidence, calm, and a regal manner. It's hard to mistake them for anything except royals.
- Sensible: al'Ramars do not tend to allow their emotions to overly affect their decision-making. They are good at looking at problems objectively and coming to well-reasoned conclusions.
- Proud: al'Ramars are generally quite prideful of themselves and their family. Sometimes to the point of arrogance, but normally at least to the point where they are well-aware of their power, wealth, and influence and not afraid to use it. Alessandra is not particularly arrogant, though most in her line are.
Justified Quirks:
- Gifted Steward: al'Ramars tend to be excellent caretakers of their lands and families. They have a very genuine knack for rulership that has carried strongly through the line. Alessandra is no exception, having remained home with her mother and father all her life and learning the skills needed to make her exceptional in this area.
- Head for Numbers: Economics, Mathematics, and the minutiae of logistical management are things that al'Ramars often excel at…it may not make for the most glamorous way to win a war, but it is often quite effective.
Chosen Quirks:
- Natural Grace: Almost willowy in build, each movement is graceful as is befitting her station, such comes naturally to her.
- Romantic: Reading so many stories about Knights and Princesses, she holds a last lingering hope that a charming hero will come riding in and alter her life forever.
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Jaren: If I Were You | If I were you I'd promise to live life for all it's worth.Take all that you've been given and leave your mark upon this earth. Trust your heart to show you everything you'll ever need. And if I were you, I'd fall in love with me. |
Mother: Eagle When She Flies | A kaleidoscope of colors. You can toss her around and round. You can keep her in you vision, but you'll never keep her down. She's a lover, she's a mother, she's a friend and she's a wife. And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies. Gentle as the sweet magnolia, strong as steel, her faith and pride. She's an everlasting shoulder, she's the leaning post of life. She hurts deep and when she weeps, she's just as fragile as a child. And she's a sparrow when she's broken but she's an eagle when she flies. |
Odette: Your Winter | What else, what else can't I do? I said I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry, but what for? If I hurt you then I hate myself. Don't want to hate myself, don't want to hurt you. Why do you choose your pain? If you only know how much I love you, love you. I won't be your winter. I won't be anyone's excuse to cry. We can be forgiven.. I will be here |
Sylvain, Atreis, Jean-Paul, Odette: See You | Let's don't say goodbye, I hate the way it sounds. So, if you don't mind.. Let's just say for now. See you when I see you, another place, some other time. If I ever get up your way. Or you're ever down around mine. We'll laugh about the old days.. And catch up on the new. Yeah, I'll see you when I see you, and I hope its some day soon. |
Father: RE: Illness. Just When I Needed You Most | You left in the morning, I.. stared out the window and I struggled for something to say. You left in the rain without closing the door. I didn't stand in your way. But I miss you more than I missed you before. And now where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me just when I needed you most. Now most every morning, I stare out the window and I think about where you might be. I've written you letters that I'd like to send, if you would just send one to me. 'Cause I need you more than I needed before, and now where I'll find comfort, God knows. 'Cause you left me just when I needed you most. |
The Favor given at tournaments, if requested.
Or..
Crown/Tiara
Choker
Relationships
One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
Dr. Seuss
Prince Sylvain al-Ramar : We are so similar, oh brother so dear to my heart, only I sought my escape in books while you required a physical separation. I miss you already and I have yet to be gone more than a week! I miss sharing our poems and excerpts from ones we have read. Perhaps in letters until I return home. See You When I See You - Jason Aldean ♫ |
Odette al-Ramar : My elder sister - I comfort her when she has nightmares, she comforts me when I fret over our father. When she is gone, I worry so. I adore her and feel close to her, despite the distance between us more and more often. My sister holds me responsible for her own unhappiness, yet our parents have never treated one of us any better than the other. Your Winter - Sister Hazel ♫ |
I am a minor player in my own life story.
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(Song Lyrics: Not my own)
Storybook Love
Come my love I'll tell you a tale,
Of a boy and girl
And their love story.
And how he loved her oh so much,
and all the charms she did possess
Now this did happen once upon a time,
When things were not so complex.
And how he worshiped the ground she walked,
And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed.
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
This love was stronger than the powers so dark
A prince could have within his keeping
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast but only sleeping
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
And he said:
"Don't you know I love you oh, so much,
and lay my heart at the foot of your dress."
And she said:
"Don't you know that storybook loves,
Always have a happy ending."
Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion they rode away.
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story,
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
It was all so impersonal
the way it was arranged
a few sedate meetings
like it was some kind of game
but it was not a game
my future was involved
would the contract they signed
create more issues than it solved
We all wished for peace
the war had lasted so long
but that contract of parchment
bears a burden so strong
Will it bring the peace we need
Able to bear such a weight
When the war had created
such animosity and hate…
Forgiveness is lacking
absolution is gone..
we have each become
our kingdom's pawn
-Alessa
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
What happened next,
I'm not
Too sure
But it undeniably took me
By surprise.
Either the sun
Became golden liquid
And gently caressed
My lips
Or you,
Took me
In your arms
And gave me
My
First Kiss
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