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piosenniel · 06-14-2003, 02:01 AM

Arien's character: (Evil Group)

Name: Alethea Morthaniawen

Age: 28

Race: Corsair

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alethea has bronze skin and brown eyes speckled with green. Her hair is amber, like her sisters, but is darker. It flows down to her waist and has a slight wave to it. Her height is 5ft 7 and she is of medium build. And although she is beautiful, she is not as so when compared to her sister, Dryea.

Weapons: She has no real weapons apart from a small knife, with a mahogany handle to protect herself. Her best weapon is her head and she can see through peoples lies quite well.

Personality/Weaknesses/Strengths: Alethea has a quiet personality and rarely shows any of it. She mostly follows the order of her mother and sister and seldom gets to speak her mind in front of them. Still despite the way that they seem to control her she loves them dearly and believes what they are fighting for must be worth it as they crave it with a passion. Around others she is confident and enjoys to talk to those she does not know, she makes friends effortlessly, therefore she can get valuble information. She has a similar trait as her sister, being innocent. Or rather acting it. Her mind is dangerous and she can see through peoples lies with ease. Her weakness according to her mother and sister is her conscience, she always thinks about how her actions will hurt other even if they are the enemy. But her main weakness is her sharp tongue and rudeness to others that has got her into trouble.

History: She has lived in many coastal towns and villages, and following her sister gained high places in many societies. Her mother taught her numerous skills that she would use later in life to help herself and others. As a young child she was taught to hate the Gondarians, who had taken their land from them. And so with her sister she fights to claim Gondor as the Corsairs- as it rightfully should be. Her mother was a spy in Ecthelion’s court before her sister, and now that Dryea has ‘taken over’, Alethea mainly aids her. She is well liked amoung the court by the nobles and servants alike and has several friends there.

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Arien´s post

Alethea lay on her four poster bed. It was covered in a beige spread with several soft cushions sprawled over it. Muslin hung down from the post and were eloquently tied back with golden ribbons. Her dress, which was now no doubt getting creased, was a rich gold. The sleeves covered her bronzed arms and stopped , tied with a weaving lace on the inner wrists. Her corset was tied tightly, with a golden ribbon weaved in at the back. Her front was decorated with a simple starburst of Citrine jewels, backed with the same golden colour, in silk. The bottom part was simple and purely flowed to the floor. Her hair hung loosely in attractive and refined ringlets. Upon her feet she wore simple golden slippers.

Her mother was with her sister. There was no change there. She always would help her get ready as she was the ‘eldest’. Alethea doubted this, it was probably favouritism. Everyone seemed to like Dryea more, but this didn’t really bother her that much. She liked the friends she had.

Alethea got up slowly and peered into the mirror. Resting on her tanned face her eyelashes were thick and dark and her eyes had a faint golden shimmer swept over them. And on her lip elusively hung a brush of intense red. She smiled, her small perfect pearl teeth shone. So today she would be meeting Findulas. The one person, she thought, that could ruin all their planning. Her sister and mother didn’t seem to be bothered about the new oncoming presence but she certainly was. What if she told that they were not from Dol Amroth? But then again her and her maids could be used to their advantage. Maybe it was time to put some of their skills into practice once more. Her trail of thought was suddenly lost by knock on the door. A maid entered.
“Miss, your mother and sister are waiting,” she said timidly.

“Thank you,” Alethea smiled. She quickly sprayed her self with a fragrance of lavender, checked that she had her knife- which was kept beneath the skirt and briskly walked out of her room, locking the door behind her and slipping the key into a purse that hung from her side. She met her mother and sister on the landing, who both looked equally stunning.

“Shall we go then?” she smiled and they proceeded to walk down to the hall. Down there was array of beautiful women and handsome men. Alethea sat beside her Minas Tirith friends and watched as Findulas and her maids entered the court. For better or for worse she whispered to herself.

06-14-2003, 02:01 AM	#14
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,786	Arien's character: (Evil Group) Name: Alethea Morthaniawen Age: 28 Race: Corsair Gender: Female Appearance: Alethea has bronze skin and brown eyes speckled with green. Her hair is amber, like her sisters, but is darker. It flows down to her waist and has a slight wave to it. Her height is 5ft 7 and she is of medium build. And although she is beautiful, she is not as so when compared to her sister, Dryea. Weapons: She has no real weapons apart from a small knife, with a mahogany handle to protect herself. Her best weapon is her head and she can see through peoples lies quite well. Personality/Weaknesses/Strengths: Alethea has a quiet personality and rarely shows any of it. She mostly follows the order of her mother and sister and seldom gets to speak her mind in front of them. Still despite the way that they seem to control her she loves them dearly and believes what they are fighting for must be worth it as they crave it with a passion. Around others she is confident and enjoys to talk to those she does not know, she makes friends effortlessly, therefore she can get valuble information. She has a similar trait as her sister, being innocent. Or rather acting it. Her mind is dangerous and she can see through peoples lies with ease. Her weakness according to her mother and sister is her conscience, she always thinks about how her actions will hurt other even if they are the enemy. But her main weakness is her sharp tongue and rudeness to others that has got her into trouble. History: She has lived in many coastal towns and villages, and following her sister gained high places in many societies. Her mother taught her numerous skills that she would use later in life to help herself and others. As a young child she was taught to hate the Gondarians, who had taken their land from them. And so with her sister she fights to claim Gondor as the Corsairs- as it rightfully should be. Her mother was a spy in Ecthelion’s court before her sister, and now that Dryea has ‘taken over’, Alethea mainly aids her. She is well liked amoung the court by the nobles and servants alike and has several friends there. _____________________________________________ Arien´s post Alethea lay on her four poster bed. It was covered in a beige spread with several soft cushions sprawled over it. Muslin hung down from the post and were eloquently tied back with golden ribbons. Her dress, which was now no doubt getting creased, was a rich gold. The sleeves covered her bronzed arms and stopped , tied with a weaving lace on the inner wrists. Her corset was tied tightly, with a golden ribbon weaved in at the back. Her front was decorated with a simple starburst of Citrine jewels, backed with the same golden colour, in silk. The bottom part was simple and purely flowed to the floor. Her hair hung loosely in attractive and refined ringlets. Upon her feet she wore simple golden slippers. Her mother was with her sister. There was no change there. She always would help her get ready as she was the ‘eldest’. Alethea doubted this, it was probably favouritism. Everyone seemed to like Dryea more, but this didn’t really bother her that much. She liked the friends she had. Alethea got up slowly and peered into the mirror. Resting on her tanned face her eyelashes were thick and dark and her eyes had a faint golden shimmer swept over them. And on her lip elusively hung a brush of intense red. She smiled, her small perfect pearl teeth shone. So today she would be meeting Findulas. The one person, she thought, that could ruin all their planning. Her sister and mother didn’t seem to be bothered about the new oncoming presence but she certainly was. What if she told that they were not from Dol Amroth? But then again her and her maids could be used to their advantage. Maybe it was time to put some of their skills into practice once more. Her trail of thought was suddenly lost by knock on the door. A maid entered. “Miss, your mother and sister are waiting,” she said timidly. “Thank you,” Alethea smiled. She quickly sprayed her self with a fragrance of lavender, checked that she had her knife- which was kept beneath the skirt and briskly walked out of her room, locking the door behind her and slipping the key into a purse that hung from her side. She met her mother and sister on the landing, who both looked equally stunning. “Shall we go then?” she smiled and they proceeded to walk down to the hall. Down there was array of beautiful women and handsome men. Alethea sat beside her Minas Tirith friends and watched as Findulas and her maids entered the court. For better or for worse she whispered to herself. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.