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Henri René D'Aramitz

*NOT DONE! STILL WIP*

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a character in “A Princesses Debt”, originally authored by Guest, as played by HalliwellSlytherin

Description

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Hero / Heather Dale
"When it comes to unrequited love, the sooner you stop it the better."




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Full Name Henri René D'Aramitz
ahn-REE reh-NAY
Nicknames René, René D'Herblay,
Role Prince Four
 Gender Male
Age Thirty-Seven
Sexual Orientation Straight



Family Members

Name Age
Father

King Henri Pierre D'Aramitz Fifty

Mother

Princess Emma Renée of France Deceased

Step-Mother(s)

Beatrice of Flanders Deceased
Princess Anne of France Thirty-Eight

Siblings

Pierre Henri D'Aramitz Thirty-Two
Beatrice D'Aramitz Twenty-Seven
Louis Phillip D'Aramitz Twenty-Six
François Michel D'Aramitz Twenty-Four
Antronette Marie D'AramitzEighteen
Maurice Antoine D'AramitzSeventeen
Remy Étienne D'Aramitz Twelve

Child

Marianne Renée D'Aramitz Six




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Hair Color: Dark Brown
   
Eye Color Brown
   
Height 6'0
   
Weight 154 lbs

Tattoos none
   
Piercings none
   
Scars answer
   
Oddities He finds himself returning to needlepoint when we is truly board. Don't tell anyone this little secret though.





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Personality:
{Brave, Loyal, Gregarious, Kind, Just, Zealous}
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To fear God and maintain His Church
To serve the liege lord in valour and faith
To protect the weak and defenceless
To give succour to widows and orphans
To refrain from the wanton giving of offence
To live by honour and for glory
To despise pecuniary reward
To fight for the welfare of all
To obey those placed in authority
To guard the honour of fellow knights
To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit
To keep faith
At all times to speak the truth
To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun
To respect the honour of women
Never to refuse a challenge from an equal
Never to turn the back upon a foe
   
Hobbies
  • Tournaments
  • Hunting
  • Needlepoint
  • Chess
  • Hawking
  • Badminton
      
Habits
  • Whistles
     
Likes/Loves

  • His Family, for the most part




Dislikes/Hates
  • Heretics





Strengths
  • His Faith in God
  • His Skill with a sword

Weaknesses
  • His Faith, makes him over Zealous




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History:
René was born in the small nation of Aramitz, an island in the Bay of Biscay of the coasts of France and Spain. He is the eldest son of King Pierre Henri and his first wife the princess Emma Renée of France. When Renée was five years old his mother passed away, giving birth to his brother Pierre Henri, "Henri". His father has recounted to him a number of times that Renée’s mother had a difficult time conceiving, and when she fell pregnant it was the happiest he ever saw her. Renée likes to believe this to be true, though he hardly knows if his father's tale has any truth to it, as he was never able to ask his mother himself. 

Not long after his mother's death, his father remarried and sent young René then six to train to squire in France. He felt unwanted by his father, tossed away like an old rag. For the majority of his childhood, he found himself constantly trying to improve himself to win his father’s approval. His step-mother bore five children, by the time René was fifteen. Although he barely knew his step-mother in reality, she was well aware of him and secretly plotted to have René and his brother Henri killed so that her own son would be heir. Although René was quite safe from his step-mother's grasp, Henri was not so fortunate.

His brother was ten years old, when his nursemaids smuggled him out of Aramitz and into France to my Uncle, The King of France's court. It was under my begging that my Uncle agreed to this, but it came at a price. I had proven myself with a sword and bow quite profoundly, my Uncle wanted me to serve in his guard for a time when my training was complete. My father agreed to this whole idea, on the terms that is was to train Henri in the same manner I have been trained in.

My Training was completed a few years later when I turned Nineteen, but I could not return to my beloved homeland. For now I had to serve my uncle's personal guard. At this point I had been away from Aramitz for more then thirteen years. It seemed the natruel choice for Remé, though convincing his father was a harder sell who wanted him to return home, for the second part of his education. His father finerly agreed to the idea, with much reluctence but only after Remé pledged to return to Aramitz in the course of nine years. René agreed to this compramise, and for nine years he served in France.

In that nine year time period, Remé met the fair maid Marrianne D'Blanche the daughter of a lower noble of little intrest to the court. However Remé, had a great intrest in knowing Marrianne better. He never revealed to her his true name wanting him to know him as Remé first. By the end of his nine years in France, he and Marrianne had fallen inlove. His marriage to Marrianne was brief, as she was taken by the plague shortly after their marriage, but a few months before she left this world she gave birth to a daughter, little Marrianne Reneé.







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So begins...

Henri René D'Aramitz's Story

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She awoke that morning knowing what the date was. She was to meet the man she was arranged to be with. She was going to be having to leave her kingdom. Some place she never wanted to leave.

She got out of bed and changed into a dress. Just wanting to go out. She ran down the stairs and told her parents she was taking a walk in the gardens but she wasn't. She ran out the gates and walked down to the town. She went to the town and smiled at the little children in the street.

She played with them all morning and talked through the entire afternoon that she realized it was almost six o'clock. Only two more hours to the ball. She needed to get home and prepare. She said goodbye and ran back to the castle. Reaching the castle and out of breath she snuck upstairs and went to her bedroom where a maid was waiting. The maid bowed and smiled.

"Miss, its time to get ready." She changed out of her clothes and watched as the maid tied her corset tighter then the loose one she wore during the day. She sighed once it was finished being tied. She grabbed a dress and changed into it.

She then did her curly hair and let it loose down. And the maid placed her small tiara on her head. She smiled to the maid. "Thank you."
Being finished she walked out of the room and walked down to the ballroom and stood beside her parents in the front. Where she would wait to meet her prince.





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Belinda woke up with a smile. She didn't have much planned for the day. She wasn't doing much and so that seemed like a good start to the day. She got up and changed into a dress and walked down the hallway and then down the steps to the lobby.

And then she went out the door. The castle had big grounds and was very beautiful. She walked through the garden humming to herself. Just being with herself.

After she had completed her walk. She walked back into the house and went into the kitchen. If her mother or father saw her helping in the kitchen they would freak. She sat down besides one of the cooks and smiled. "I will help peel." She said grabbing the knife and began to scrape the potatoes.

Once she was finished she wondered why the maids were running around the kitchen cooking a lot. Maybe there was a feast? "What's tonight a feast?" She asked with a questioning smile.

"Miss we will be getting ready for the arrangement ball." A maid named Consuela said. She totally forgot that she was arranged to be married.

She ran out of the kitchen and too her bedroom. She began searching through her dresses quickly. Which would look perfect? Even though she hated the idea of being married at least at this age. She quickly found one. She wanted to look her best even though she didn't want to marry.

She watched as the maid Constance came into the room. "Here to get you ready miss." She said with a smile. She took off her clothes and the maid began to tie up her corset. As it was finally finished she placed the dress on. She looked at herself in the long mirror.

She looked beautiful. They strung her long wavy hair into a small pony tail. And the rest loose. She looked at Constance. "Thank you Constance." Hugging the maid then placing her tiara on she ran down the steps and walked like a respectable young lady into the ball room and went to the front near her parents and her sisters.

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ImageThe morning had begun as nothing out of the ordinary. Adeline's closed eyelids had been greeted by the soft heat of the sun, which peeked through the window like a mischievous child. She had laid there a moment, smiling slightly, before sitting up. Leaning back against the wooden head of her bed, she had stretched, yawned, and slid out of bed sleepily. She'd wandered aimlessly to her mirror, pondering breakfast, when she'd caught sight of her reflection.

Suddenly, the sun wa blotted out by an undeniable gloom. The previously carefree atmosphere replaced by one of bitterness and dread. Ah, yes. Tonight she was to meet her possible fiance. Well, they said possible, but Adeline was well aware of just how little choice she would have in the matter. As a princess... and the third born, at that, she was little more than a political pawn as far as her love life was concerned. The life of royalty, in the stories it was so magical, so blissful, but reality was harsh. The life of a royal was filled with wealth, power.. and responsibility. That's how her father had explained it, taking her hand and uttering these solemn, honest words, in an attempt to prevent her from replying in her typically cold and cynical manner. And she'd pretended to accept it, feigned understanding. But underneath her act of docility, she was blazing in anger and frustration.

There is no chance that I am going to allow myself to be wed to some pompous, self-indulgent arse.

A knock at the door battered back some of the tense air, and a head appeared at the door. The maid curtsied daintily, "Good morning, your Grace. I pray you slept well?" Adeline offered her a distracted smile, "Like a log." She reached into her wardrobe, pulling a simple, somewhat marred dress from the large selection. Her maid, a girl named Linette, frowned slightly, "Er, your Grace? Shouldn't we begin preparing for the-" "Isn't it this evening?" "Well, yes. But-" "Then I'm sure it can wait." She shot her maid another smile, "Sorry, Lin. But if I don't shoot something I might just take my anger out on my fiance." She took her quiver, filled with arrows, and her bow, swinging the former over her shoulder before weaving past her straw-haired companion. "And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

The day had been spent -with lack of a better term- venting. Target after target had been struck with the sharp end of a swiftly fired arrow. The ground marred with the tell-tale marks left by a horse's gallop. By the time she had returned home, her hair was wild, and a her skin caked in dust and dirt, cheeks reddened from the brisk wind. Through her favourite hobby, she had found solace, but now she was back here, preparing for what could possible decide her entire future. There was something terrifyingly daunting about it all, and she felt sick to the stomach. A bath of hot water, rose petals and lavender left the princess smelling sweet, and her skin clear, and several hours later, she was staring at her reflection in the mirror, her expression of disinterest contrasting the looks of admiration and pride found on the faces of her maids and handmaidens. She glanced down at the golden dress sighing to herself as she grudgingly thanked the women before approaching the ball room, "Now," before entering, she hesitated, biting her lip, looking forward with new found determination. "Into battle."

She entered the ballroom, walking towards her two sisters before standing beside them.

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Tara woke up to the sunshine on her face it was a warm feeling nothing could change that moment when she heard the maid at the door she grabbed her sheet and pulled it over her head and said "Go away... I'm not here." "I'm sorry ma'am but it is time for your breakfast and you need to go get dressed." the maid said. Tara got out of bed not eagerly and stepped into her dress she wished sometimes she would just be a normal girl without all the drama to do what your father tells you and junk.

Tara heard she was going to have to get married to a total stranger and she would have to leave her kingdom she didn't want that a thought crossed her mind what if she ran away from this royal life she wouldn't have to leave her kingdom or leave her family but what would happen if she did that he father would have her head on a sliver platter and her heart in a rabbit stew she wouldn't want that either so she decided to go against her thoughts and let it happen but what kind of princess could do that betray herself a noble one I guess.

Tara was walking through her secret garden nobody knew about she had always felt safe there when she heard the bell tower ring she knew it was near the ball but she didn't go she thought she would maybe show up late and her father might back out of this crazy idea or even her future husband think "A late princess how could I ever marry her" that would be the most delightful. As she was having her wonderful thoughts she was busted by a sweet little birds song thinking of the song her mother used to sing.
All the young ladies far and near
Will come and go do you here
this song I sing
oh I do mean young ladies
need to be there best
to be put up for the test
to meet there husband brave and strong
holy man do not fall
. Tara kept on replaying that song over and over in her head, her mother was preparing her for what seemed like the most complicated situation there could ever be she was worried and scared and not ready for this but what could she do she had to accept. As Tara sat there thinking.

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Character Portrait: Henri René D'Aramitz Character Portrait: Tara Mountbatten Character Portrait: Diego Caravaggio Character Portrait: Adeline Mountbatten Character Portrait: Belinda Mountbatten Character Portrait: Alexander Salvatore
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René had traveled all day all day for the Ball, ridding his noble white stallion "Fierté de René" as he approached the majestic palace. He was reserved in his appearance, yet a flutter filled his chest at the thought of meeting his to be bride. Would this be an equal marriage? He was certain he wouldn't love her, as he wasn't entirely sure he would ever really love again after Marianne's death. However, his father pursued him that it might be a good idea. Not only will this provide a new alliance, but it will hopefully give his daughter a positive role model to grow up around. That was reason enough for him to go though with this marriage.

When he entered the hall, the crier announced him accordingly. "Henri René d'Aramitz Prince of Aramitz."

René walked down the stairs, walking like a solder on the battlefield. He was well accustom to the art of war, and looking at the mass of people staring at him as though he were a three head duck made it all the more easier to think of them as those who would want to due him hard. His last step-mother's face came to thought for a moment, but quickly faded as he approached the princesses standing together in formation.

Smart keep ranks, stand close as to not be separated. he thought to himself. However this tactic would only last so long, sooner or later everything must part, like the ocean upon the shoreline. Though it seems it was meant to be, sooner or later you are standing in wet sand, that will engulf you into the earth wail that which you desire foams away into the sea.

He took the first steps from the sand, and approached the princesses he borrowed gently and spoke genteelly. "Bonjour, vous pouvez altesses je me introuduce? (Hello, your highness' may I introuduce myself?) Henri René d'Aramitz le Prince de Aramitz."

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Alexander's countenance hinted a portion of his irritation as he rode towards his destination. His father had recalled his son from his informal exile that was meant to be a learning experience for the prince. It had been a long trip to return home, which quickly resulted in father and son communicating much like they always had - at sword point. Of course it wasn't anything over dangerous, but the fact the two exchanged blades for the duration of the conversation without caution would cause the unfamiliar to bat their eyes. The King had apparently felt that despite age tempering his son somewhat that the youth was far from satisfactory...not that it prevented him from informing his son of his marriage arrangement.

Alexander was both relieved and slightly horrified that he knew the girl - after all if memory served he'd maliciously tormented the girl during their younger days. However at the very least he was glad he wouldn't need an interpreter to converse with his bride-to-be provided things even got that far. However due to time he'd had to quickly leave in order to arrive on time for the official meeting with the girl and her family. During the travel back he'd heard rumor that the family had managed not just one great marriage arrangement but perhaps first rate catches around the board. To say the least this only heightened his interest in matters - after all this was a huge thing for politics if rumor turned out to be truth.

" Well at least my local arrangements are still good, though I may need a new hound..." Alexander had grown overly comfortable with English during his period abroad and thus voiced his thoughts in the tongue. When he'd left, his pet wolf had fallen ill - his current need for haste meant he'd have to wait until after his arrival at the Mountbatten estate before finding out. As things came into view, he quickly learned he was not the first to arrive and confidently slowed his pace by a bit...no need to appear rushed after all. He'd hardly managed to get his features arranged properly before arriving and found himself following after another young man who had already arrived. Alexander dismounted before finishing his own arrival on foot, given his lack of knowledge of the situation the prince remained silent.