Princess Wealote

"I'm disappearing, avoiding most things."

Description

Wealote has a deep, rich brown color for her hair. It escades down to her mid-back, but is more than often in two loose braids. Her eyes are a castory brown, and mix well with her slightly pale complexion. She stands at 5'6, and weighs well around 110 pounds. Excluding the rather exotic dresses she is seen wearing.

Personality

Wealote is conceited, reckless, self-absorbed, unappreciative, bratty, and apathetic. Well, that's the word around the castle. So that's how she must be, right? Well, its the reason why she acts like it. Maybe because thats how she really is, or maybe its just because its been overheard by her from the servents so many times, she'd rather just accept it than argue.
You think she means all those rude things she says to people? Or all the cruel jokes she makes? Hah Hah! You've been fooled, kind sir. She'd take it all back in a matter of seconds.

But she couldn't. Won't. Pride plays a part in that. Insecurity also. But she would never admit it. Not even to herself, in fear that those walls of China she has built around herself might cave in and crush her. So when she says something utterly ignorant to you, just keep in mind she doesn't mean it.
Oh, thats right, you won't know.

Equipment

Wealote carries a small pebble around everywhere. It's a muted grey color, with speckles of yellow and orange on the side, and is smooth from the years of being worn down in the creek.
She had first found the pebble when she ten. Wandering and causing havoc was a routine back then, and she just so happened to come across a small creek in the woods. Out of pure luck, Wealote had found the pebble lodged between a large rock and roots of a weed. After a tad bit of tugging and digging, she had managed to grab the pebble. She was amazed by its beauty, and soon she had an attatchment to it.

History

Ever since she was seven, Wealote had adored the fact that she was a princess. She even had her own fantasy played out in her head. She would grow up, marry a handsome knight, live in the castle, have many children, and grow old together, then pass down the kingdom to her eldest son. She was so caught up in her own head, she didn't see the scene playing out before her. It was Yanador. Her father and mother were the rulers of Yanador. It was a dream that was bound to shatter from the start. And it did, with a little help of her brother.
As soon as she was told that the men of the family were the ones that ruled the kingdom, she was heartbroken, and had blamed her brother. There was no inbetween, she despised her brother. And for what? In lack of better words, for being born. And when the envy grew, Wealote simply blocked out whatever she had been thinking then, and dropped the foolish thoughts. She became bitter, earning her the attitude and whispers from the servants. Bitter soon became apathetic, and apathetic turned into Wealote.

So begins...

Princess Wealote's Story

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