Post by ARETHUSA ORECYL on Sept 6, 2009 3:12:50 GMT -5
( * AND SHE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
thusa said she'd never leave
thusa said she'd never leave
( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .
the puppet master .
(Figured I'd use this. xD)
Arethusa Gullveig Orecyl is a name that isn’t forgotten, despite how foreign it may sound to the tongue. The name belongs to the deceivingly beautiful queen of the Atra fae court. She’s proud, sharp-tongued, and completely unforgiving, one of the many attributes that add on to the fact that she won’t be forgotten. She leaves a mark on people and fae alike; good or bad, it’s a mark she’s proud to leave.
It’s as if her eyes constantly held the sharp gaze in them, even when she first awakes. Sitting up slightly, red and black hair slightly wild, she gazed around her room through narrowed, pale colored eyes. The room was extravagant, holding everything she’d want in a room, though she hardly ever touched any of it besides the bed each day. Shifting, a hand lifting delicately to run through her hair, she pulled the comforter from her body and moved her legs off the bed, bare feet dangling just above the floor. Coughing loudly, purposely, she finally pulled herself up off the comfortable bed and onto the cool floor, not minding the chill it gave her. Immediately, as if on cue, one of her more personal slaves hurried into the room, bowing before her respectfully and waiting for a dismissal. A cruel smile flicked across her lips as she watched her, waiting momentarily before flicking a hand dismissively in their direction. Once again as if on cue, they stood full once again and followed after her towards the connected bathroom. As Arethusa walked she pulled the sleeves down on the long, pale silver nightgown and let it fall down off her body with each step. Before she even made it, the warm water was turned on for her.
Arethusa didn’t even need to speak a word all morning, the slave knew what to do as if it were rehearsed. After the shower she pulled on a simple white gown, just for the moment as her makeup and hair was fixed. Sitting down at the nightgown she didn’t lift a finger, another slave joining the earlier one to fuss over each strand of red and black hair and the makeup to contrast so beautifully off her pale, nearly mark free skin. Watching in the mirror that same, slightly cruel looking smile rose on her full lips again, she watched carefully as they dusted black eye shadow across her lids, feathering it out neatly beneath her eyes. Thick mascara was applied where needed, shortly afterwards a soft brush smoothing over each cheek bone to remove the fallout. A small heart was drawn beneath her right eye with thick black liner, filled in afterwards with a dull red. One smoothed a concealer over her lips to block out the color, then proceeded to draw on a new, smaller lip shape in the center of her lips, much like a geisha. After filling in the last spot on her lips with a dark, dulled out red they were finally done with her face, just finishing up on her hair. It was piled messily on her head, random curls falling out on each side, and little pieces of hair falling out to frame her face. Her bangs were french braided off to the side of her hair, once again having little pieces falling out to further frame her even, yet slightly pixie like features. Content with how she looked she lifted both hands, signaling them to stop, which both did. That brought a smile to her features as she stood once again, so easily amused by the way these slaves followed her commands to the dime.
Moving swiftly across her room she stood before the three mirrors, framed by thick oak with vines climbing up each side elegantly. Waiting, oddly patient this morning, she let the slaves raid her closet for a unique outfit for the day, something that was equally surprising, yet typical. She typically dressed quite wild, but it was always a surprise how wild she could get. Letting the white gown fall of her slender, yet curvy body once again she stepped out of it, holding her arms up in wait for the black slip that lay loosely over her body. Over that they pulled on a waist high white skirt that poofed out a bit, layered with silver and black beneath it. Fixing the shoulders of the slip, which fell off her shoulders, they wrapped the white, glittered corset around her upper half, the top looking frayed as if someone went over it with a knife, the bottom the same. After fixing all the odds and ends of her outfit they sprinkled a dark glitter across her pale shoulders, getting their hands pushed away immediately afterwards. Finally, her first words of the day. “No more, you can leave.” She stated firmly, eyeing them though the mirror for a moment before her hardened gaze fell on her own figure reflected through the clean glass. Lifting her hands she smoothed them over her stomach, and then down her sides before placing them at her hips. Narcissistic was nearly an understatement with her, Arethusa was close to being obsessed with her appearance.
Finally, she was ready to leave her room, ready to face the day. Beckoning a slave back with a simple cough she lifted one foot, awaiting the drastically high, laced heel to be placed on her foot, and then the other, before she pushed them away and turned, heading from the room and out the door. Down the hall she walked, looking as if she had a purpose, but at the moment she did not. She was merely headed towards the kitchen for breakfast, where the upper court was no doubt waiting for her. She was the queen, though; she was allowed to be a tad bit late.
Arethusa Gullveig Orecyl is a name that isn’t forgotten, despite how foreign it may sound to the tongue. The name belongs to the deceivingly beautiful queen of the Atra fae court. She’s proud, sharp-tongued, and completely unforgiving, one of the many attributes that add on to the fact that she won’t be forgotten. She leaves a mark on people and fae alike; good or bad, it’s a mark she’s proud to leave.
It’s as if her eyes constantly held the sharp gaze in them, even when she first awakes. Sitting up slightly, red and black hair slightly wild, she gazed around her room through narrowed, pale colored eyes. The room was extravagant, holding everything she’d want in a room, though she hardly ever touched any of it besides the bed each day. Shifting, a hand lifting delicately to run through her hair, she pulled the comforter from her body and moved her legs off the bed, bare feet dangling just above the floor. Coughing loudly, purposely, she finally pulled herself up off the comfortable bed and onto the cool floor, not minding the chill it gave her. Immediately, as if on cue, one of her more personal slaves hurried into the room, bowing before her respectfully and waiting for a dismissal. A cruel smile flicked across her lips as she watched her, waiting momentarily before flicking a hand dismissively in their direction. Once again as if on cue, they stood full once again and followed after her towards the connected bathroom. As Arethusa walked she pulled the sleeves down on the long, pale silver nightgown and let it fall down off her body with each step. Before she even made it, the warm water was turned on for her.
Arethusa didn’t even need to speak a word all morning, the slave knew what to do as if it were rehearsed. After the shower she pulled on a simple white gown, just for the moment as her makeup and hair was fixed. Sitting down at the nightgown she didn’t lift a finger, another slave joining the earlier one to fuss over each strand of red and black hair and the makeup to contrast so beautifully off her pale, nearly mark free skin. Watching in the mirror that same, slightly cruel looking smile rose on her full lips again, she watched carefully as they dusted black eye shadow across her lids, feathering it out neatly beneath her eyes. Thick mascara was applied where needed, shortly afterwards a soft brush smoothing over each cheek bone to remove the fallout. A small heart was drawn beneath her right eye with thick black liner, filled in afterwards with a dull red. One smoothed a concealer over her lips to block out the color, then proceeded to draw on a new, smaller lip shape in the center of her lips, much like a geisha. After filling in the last spot on her lips with a dark, dulled out red they were finally done with her face, just finishing up on her hair. It was piled messily on her head, random curls falling out on each side, and little pieces of hair falling out to frame her face. Her bangs were french braided off to the side of her hair, once again having little pieces falling out to further frame her even, yet slightly pixie like features. Content with how she looked she lifted both hands, signaling them to stop, which both did. That brought a smile to her features as she stood once again, so easily amused by the way these slaves followed her commands to the dime.
Moving swiftly across her room she stood before the three mirrors, framed by thick oak with vines climbing up each side elegantly. Waiting, oddly patient this morning, she let the slaves raid her closet for a unique outfit for the day, something that was equally surprising, yet typical. She typically dressed quite wild, but it was always a surprise how wild she could get. Letting the white gown fall of her slender, yet curvy body once again she stepped out of it, holding her arms up in wait for the black slip that lay loosely over her body. Over that they pulled on a waist high white skirt that poofed out a bit, layered with silver and black beneath it. Fixing the shoulders of the slip, which fell off her shoulders, they wrapped the white, glittered corset around her upper half, the top looking frayed as if someone went over it with a knife, the bottom the same. After fixing all the odds and ends of her outfit they sprinkled a dark glitter across her pale shoulders, getting their hands pushed away immediately afterwards. Finally, her first words of the day. “No more, you can leave.” She stated firmly, eyeing them though the mirror for a moment before her hardened gaze fell on her own figure reflected through the clean glass. Lifting her hands she smoothed them over her stomach, and then down her sides before placing them at her hips. Narcissistic was nearly an understatement with her, Arethusa was close to being obsessed with her appearance.
Finally, she was ready to leave her room, ready to face the day. Beckoning a slave back with a simple cough she lifted one foot, awaiting the drastically high, laced heel to be placed on her foot, and then the other, before she pushed them away and turned, heading from the room and out the door. Down the hall she walked, looking as if she had a purpose, but at the moment she did not. She was merely headed towards the kitchen for breakfast, where the upper court was no doubt waiting for her. She was the queen, though; she was allowed to be a tad bit late.
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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .
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Arethusa Gullveig Orecyl;
Arethusa is thought to mean 'to become excellent'.
--- * NICKNAMES :
You could possibly call her Thusa, but she just may make you regret it.
--- * AGE :
Three hundred and two.
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
October 30th , 1707
--- * GENDER :
Female.
--- * SEXUALITY :
Bisexual. She tends to go more for males, but if a pretty female comes along there's not stopping her from having a good time.
--- * RACE :
Atra fae.
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Canon.
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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .
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--- * BODY TYPE :
Arethusa is insanely comfortable with her body, but for good reason, she's very slender, but curvy in the right places. She isn't too busty or anything, though.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
Five foot, four inches and one hundred and eighteen.
--- * HAIR :
Thusa has very unique hair, constantly changing, yet usually revolving around the color red. She hardly wears it down, but if she ever would it'd reach down to her mid back. It has a simple style, some layers, a side swept bang, but left fairly long for the sole purpose of wearing. It's styled to frame her face in the front, usually kind of wild looking because of it.
--- * EYES :
There isn't really a simple color that can exactly describe the shade of her eyes, somewhere between amber and an insanely pale shade of green, rimmed with a dark shade of green. Her eyes are naturally slightly wide, but because of her usual glare set on her face they're narrowed very often.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
Arethusa's skin is as close to mark free as one can get.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
Despite having an intimidating appearance, there is no doubt that Arethusa is beautiful. And she definitely knows it. She takes pride in her appearance, indulging in every aspect of it. Her unique eyes, full lips, even features, thick hair, slender, yet curvy body, and close to flawless skin. She doesn't admit to any flaws in herself, which is very evident in simply the way she carries herself.
Being unique is something she adores, having an appearance that won't be forgotten. Her facial features, despite how she'd like, aren't that unique, though beautiful still, but it's hard to have unique facial features without them becoming ugly to the common eye. Her eyes are slightly wide, despite being constantly in a narrowed, scowling state, and a close to undescribable shade. They aren't quite green, but not quite amber either, just a shade that's directly between each. They are ridiculously pale, close to white almost, and rimmed with a dark green color that tends to make them wolf like in the sun light because it makes the amber stand out more. Her nose doesn't really stand on, small and rounded, nothing too uncommon. She has full lips, though it's not surprising if one wouldn't know that due to the common way she ways her lipstick. The part that gives her the pixie-like look is the raised cheek bones, but the facial feature that almost counteracts that description is her chiseled jaw and chin; not in a man-like way, just very defined.
Arethusa is extremely slender, being more on the petite side, though she doesn't make up for it that much in curves. She is curvy where it counts, having smooth, wide hips and a very tiny waist that's even further accented by the tight corsets she tends to wear. She'd just prefer to be more busty- she won't ever admit that -than she is. Heels are the perfect way to make her seem those few inches taller than she actually is, being only five feet and four inches tall. Her height and beauty tend to be deceiving, though, because for such a delicate looking woman when asleep she has a real bite.
Playing up her appearance in any way is something she often does, playing around with her hair and makeup and wearing body fitting, wild outfits that draw attention. She loves to show off her body, sticking with corsets or tops that tend to be insanely revealing. She likes to be different, if the point hasn't gotten across by this point, and clothing is a perfect way to stress this point. Long, flowy skirts, tight, corseted tops, lot's of jewelry, extravagant, torn up stockings, they all add to it. Along with that, she likes wild makeup, typically dark, all accented with a tiny heart just below her right eye. It's almost like a signature of hers, that tiny little hard, she's literally hardly ever seen without it drawn on her pale skin.
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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .
[/font]everybody has a personality .
-Having power
-Making people squirm
-Doing what she wants when she wants
-Being different
-Having things done for her
-Tattoos and piercings
-Massages
-The colors red, black, white, and silver
-Makeup
-Being loud and rude
-Abusing her power
-Using mortals
-Music
-Parties
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
-Anyone with the audacity to disobey her
-Having reasons to get pissed
-Not getting what she wants when she wants it
-Having to wait for anything
-Anyone she sees as a threat
-Slaves that try to be bold
-Chaos she doesn't have control over
-Having any sort of flaws pointed out in herself
-The 'goody-two-shoe' type
-Most mortals
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
-Very strong minded
-Outspoken
-Can be very persuasive
-Knows how to get what she wants
-Can take control of situations and keep it
-Doesn't crack under pressure
-Can go from calm to livid in two seconds
-Very hot headed
-Cruel
-Snarky and sarcastic
-Abuses her power at times
-Has no sympathy or mercy
--- * FEARS :
-Losing her power
-Death
-Drowning
-It's shallow, but ever becoming fat or ugly
--- * PERSONALITY :
Narcissistic, Loud, Outspoken, Snarky, Sarcastic, Rude, Hot-Headed, Short Tempered, Cruel, Merciless, Independent, Loud, Opinionated, Insanely Impulsive, Defensive, and Calculating.
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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .
[/font]history is an explanation .
Maarika Orecyl , 412 , simply apart of the royal atra fae court.
Sverre Orecyl , 424 , simply apart of the royal atra fae court.
--- * SIBLINGS :
None
--- * LOVERS :
None
--- * PETS :
Melanthios the four year old black cat and Ciardha the sixteen year old ball python.
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
Arethusa was born to Maarika and Sverre in the year 1707, automatically set for a life of gold. Being born to a queen and her love isn't common, and Arethusa never took the situation for granted. She was spoiled from the day she was born, practically handed everything she wanted which made her what she is in present day. Her mother was mean and cruel, but not at all to the extent Thusa is today. She was what the small girl learned from, though, the whole reason she is how she is. Her past isn't sad, or horrible, not even close. Arethusa looks back to it as a fond, but distant memory. It has been over two hundred years since she was so young, now trapped in the body of a twenty-something year old and she wouldn't have it any other way. The immortal life is something she feels to be a blessing rather than anything else.
At the young age of seventeen was Arethusa given the crown, her mother falling sick at the time. It was a real scare for the court, their beloved queen looking to be in a fatal state and her inexperience daughter being pushed into her place so abruptly. Arethusa wasn't at all ready for it, but she wouldn't decline the opportunity, well if she really had a choice. She willingly took her place as queen of the Atra fae court, falling into the power of it immediately. She didn't make any rash decisions at first, simply testing the waters with little things for future reference. It was three long weeks before her mothers state took any sort of change, which to everyones relief, was for the better. Thankfully for Arethusa, even though her mother was going to be better soon, the crown was staying on the daughters head. She was trained on a daily basis, just strengthening her senses and powers, teaching her the rules and laws that she hadn't already learned in the previous years of her life.
The next hundred years went over smoothly, a couple problems here and there, but nothing she didn't solve easily. The first major conflict the young queen ran into was the first change in feeling towards the Argentum fae court. A few battles began to break out and pretty soon the peace they'd built between courts turned sour and they were at war with each other. The battles continued and the tensions rose for the next few years before it began to grow old and the two fae courts signed a pact of truce for the next few years ahead. Those events began to form a sort of pattern over the course of her life and time in power, a constant change between war and peace with the opposing fae court.
Now, in her present day, they are in a time of peace to Arethusa's dismay. The times of peace are always the most boring and really, the time that she gets up to the most mischief. More mortals than often will fall into the Arta fae's clutches. She makes much more rash, impulsive decisions when she starts to get bored and there's really nothing anyone can do to help it.
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