"How we perceive the world around us determines the outcome of what it is we choose to see or not see."
Full Name:
Lady Priscilla Augusta Edwards
|| Nicknames ||
She has few nicknames besides terms of endearment that her father calls her by. Behind her back, others often call her more hurtful terms.
|| Gender ||
Female
|| Age ||
Sixteen
|| Rank/Title ||
Soon, she shall be Queen and bear that title, but until then, she is merely a noblewoman who often uses her father's rank in her favor.
||Sexual Orientation ||
She has yet to be in a relationship that wasn't heterosexual, so she's still questioning.
Kingdom/Alliance:
Falor or whatever her father tells her it is
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Her hair is a dark brown, much like her mother's.
|| Eye Color ||
Unlike her hair, Priscilla inherited her hazel eyes from her father.
|| Height ||
Five feet, three inches
|| Weight ||
One hundred, twenty-five pounds
|| Scars ||
Despite sixteen years of life, Priscilla's skin remains unblemished. Perhaps one might find a small mark or two from a misplaced needle, but other that that, she has always taken good care of herself physically and overall avoids injury as best as she can. Her father is partially the reason she stays out of harm's way, too.
|| Description || Insert description of character. At least one detailed paragraph description (jaw shape, body shape, wrinkles, etc.)
Personality:
{Childish, Decadent, Vindictive, Dramatic}
The daughters of nobility are meant to be three things and three things only: charming, beautiful, and fertile. Beyond the mask that society requires, there need be nothing underneath. Priscilla is no exception. She is a beautiful vase with nothing inside, and she lacks the ambition to be anything more. It makes her the perfect tool to be used by her father, for she never questions his motives, and in her eyes, there is little he could do wrong. When she opens her mouth, one realizes just how disillusioned the poor girl is. A childhood among sycophants and ambitious courtiers has left her with a skewed vision of herself. Every joke was met with laughter. Every catty remark was met with praise. Every display of skill was met with applause. Priscilla was the jewel of her household, and no one dared to tell the silly thing the truth. To this day, she continues to believe that she is just as intelligent as those around her, and it appears that she will never learn the truth.
Dancing / Singing / Sewing / Collecting Pets
|| Habits ||
Bites fingernails / Rolls eyes / Gesticulates / Pouts
- Herself
- Music
- Exotic Animals
- Giving Orders
- Attention
- Being Ignored
- Being Babied
- Bad Smells
- Wit
- Being Bored
Biography
|| Place Of Origin ||
Falor
|| History ||
There are two histories of Priscilla Edwards. The first and foremost is that Priscilla was born a priceless jewel of her family. As a baby, she was happy and charmed even the hardest of hearts. Her lovely curls bounced about her head and her eyes sparkled. She only grew more beautiful the older she became. As a child, she excelled at everything she touched. Tutors had an easy time with their intelligent student. Priscilla mastered languages, history and finances. She owned a room the moment she stepped on the dance floor. Music was a special talent as she had a voice of the angels and a golden ear. Her family adored and doted on her. She was the perfect daughter and would soon become the perfect queen.
The other history is far too real. Priscilla was born to serve only one purpose and it was the serve the will of her father and further his ambitions. She was a fitful baby and left entirely to maids and nurses. Rarely she was presented to her family and met with indifference. As she grew older, she sought for the approval of her father and constantly fell short. Her fingers were clumsy on the harp and hit sour notes. Her voice cracked. She was a distracted student and had a moderate level of skill in the ballroom. She never grasped the two-faced nature of court and believed the compliments thrown at her. She is easily manipulated and desperately wants the attention of her father, but failing that, will accept it in other places.
|| Happiest Memory ||
Hearing that she would be marrying the King.
|| Saddest Memory ||
Quite honestly, she has never had a truly sad moment in her life. Certainly, she has had small outbursts over trifle things, but her life is free of trouble.
|| Face Claim ||
Hanna Mangan-Lawerence