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Elenna Lancaster

"I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge." - Tolkien

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a character in “Forged of Blood and Steel.”, as played by feralfairy

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β€œIn his mind he fingered the necklace of the days to come.” ― Ian Fleming





Role: Sister to King Lancaster, Princess

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Nicknames: Lenne, El by those closest to her

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Height: 5'5"

Weight:120 lbs

Build: Lithe

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Grey

Scars: A small line on the side of her left wrist and a larger one in her left thigh, both usually hidden

Brief written description: Elenna is a youthful woman, elegant and tall. She seems to embody the image of beauty in the North. Her dark hair and pale complexion only serve to highlight her grace. She is not the most physically strong of women, but does not give off an aura of soft by any means. Her beauty has brought her many admirers, but she is not usually interested in them unless they would serve a purpose for her. Elenna has been described in hushed whispers to be similar to an adder - luring and beautiful, but untouchable and dangerous, though avoidance is quite difficult.

Clothing preference: As befits her station, Elenna is usually seen wearing the silks of royalty, fine pieces of work. She prefers her dresses to not become too large, as she finds that being unable to move easily would be simply ridiculous. Dark, rich hues seem to suit her best, and the styles do not drop into the terribly scandalous. However, Elenna is well aware of a woman's power, and is unafraid to use that to her advantage. She can dress simply, for practical purposes, but few at the court see her for more than the Princess she is, and disregard her.

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Skills:
-Her network
-Needlework
-Conniving/Persuasion
-The Court/Politics
-Dancing
-Strategy
-Finding things out


Quirks:
-She hates having her hair in her face. Hates it.
-Out of her family, Elenna can appear the most patient, even if she is impatient as her kin. She has great control over her body and emotions.
- Her humor in private is much more dry and sharp than in public.


Likes:
-Protecting
-Festivities
-Fine craftsmanship
-Family
-Her network
-Winter
-The moon
-Wine
-Fruits
-Cleverness
-Riding
-Power


Dislikes:
-Braggarts, cowards, and fools
-Garishness
-Unnecessary loss of life
-The taste of ale
-Sailing
-Less-than-savory people
-Warmongers


Fears:
-Losing things that cannot be regained
-Having inadequate knowledge
-Being too weak in body
-Being forgotten


Written description: Elenna is not the nicest person in the realm. Though she despises uneccessary cruelty, she is a driven and willful woman who will go to any means to achieve her ends. Her highborn status gives her a clear advantage, being educated and connected. Elenna is not a seductress with her body, but rather her words, and has a silver tongue she's unafraid to wield. Elenna's love for her family is what drives most of her behind-the-scenes actions, and with them she is often much looser and carefree than usually seen. Though she is not the stereotypical image of a Princess, she is not seen as a particularly scandalous Lancaster by the people and so is not regarded with much dislike. When dealing with them, she tries her best to remain fair and even. When dealing with irritating nobles, she is much more likely to tip things in her favour above all else.

She can be seen as a bit distant, due to her aloofness when dealing with fools, but Elenna's nature is not a shining, outgoing one. Nevertheless, her distance does not make her untouchable. Elenna is loyal to the ones she cares about, and cares deeply and truly. To try to take advantage of her would awaken the slumbering Lancaster temper inside of her, which can be as formidable as her kin in battle. She covets power with a deep love, and hardens her heart to guilt when forced to deal with something that would try to wrench it from her. A dangerous woman, indeed. Not to say she is cold, but she refuses to be seen as a simpleton and will be of steel when she sets her mind to it. Otherwise, holding court with high-born dwellers of the capitol is what she does.



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Relationship Status: Single

Family: Lancaster. She loves her brothers, the Prince and the King.


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Secret Word: This is war

So begins...

Elenna Lancaster's Story

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Character Portrait: Amalie Lancaster Character Portrait: Elenna Lancaster Character Portrait: Orion Lancaster Character Portrait: Cedric Lancaster
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[i"Heavenly Father, I come to you with a question, and like most I am not aware of the answers you may bestow upon me, but I will follow your will nonetheless. My kingdom is being pinned against itself; morphing into a battlefield instead of the thriving land that my father dreamed of. I am conflicted, my Lord...to go to war or achieve peace...it is logical to immediately cease the loathing that runs deep in my blood and bones towards the Rayleigh family, but I don't believe that I am righteous enough to forgive their horrid natures.

Does that make me a disgrace? A sinner? I will admit that the crimson that I've splattered against your earth has been unjust in certain aspects, but they were traitors, liars, people that slayed the innocent and spat at the weak. In other aspects, I trust that my violence has been scrupulous. All in all, I am turning to you for guidance. In due time, I shall be discussing the fate of this nation. To battle or to unite? To die or to settle our differences. I wholeheartedly want to choose the latter, but I don't know if it will be possible for such diverse backgrounds to clash together...perhaps that is my wicked flesh speaking, but it's something that I am currently battling. Father, all I ask is for you to guide me to the most exceptional choice for my people...my wife...and if you are merciful, dear God...my heir. Amen." With a bow of his head and a crack of his knuckles, King Orion Lancaster straightened his posture and pushed himself up from his knees to a standing position, his eyes still gazing at the holy son of god mounted upon the cross on the back wall of the chapel. As a child, Ori had been slightly scared of the life sized figure, now he admired it, it was a reminder that he had been put upon this world to serve Seabel and it's people, god had made him King and he would do anything to keep it that way.

Today was the day. It was a day of compromise and possible solutions. It was their final chance to stop what seemed to be inevitable: war. He clenched his teeth at the thought as his jade orbs stared unyielding at the large crucifies of the chapel. He was ready to finish what his ancestors had started, but that inkling of hideous doubt was still gnawing at his frontal lobe. He wanted peace; fore nothing would please him more than his nation basking in tranquility, but he just couldn't imagine the Rayleigh clan shaking hands with him and calling him brother. It was almost surreal to consider it. At first Orion had wanted nothing but unconditional surrender for from the Rayleigh family, yet their stubbornness was persistent, yet a part of him never thought Sir Francis would rebel, surely the man was now to old to embark on a campaign against him? He had laughed when Duke Burton had informed him that Francis had established his own government and his supporters had been ordered to deny Northern trade, he was even more surprised when he learned about the army the Rayleigh's had rallied, his supporters seemed endless and that was when Orion felt blind angers. He had declared them traitors and was on the verge of sending his armies down there to retrieve them all, he'd show them what a real army could do. Then his darling Amalie had intervened, a Southerner by blood, he had at first, in his anger, threatened to brand her a traitor also but after his temper had simmered, he listened. Amalie begged for peace, not necessarily for the South but for her sister, yes he had forgotten that his sister-in-law was married to Charles Rayleigh, which was a slight hinderance in honesty. The Stanford's were a influential family, Sir William had many men at his disposal and Orion could have done with them, but with one sister in the North and the other in the South, he did not know which way he would sway, maybe he could talk to him at the summit.

Orion turned his back to the cross of Christ, walking out of the chapel into the sun's light. The beams reassured him as if God was informing him that all would be well. He hoped that this was true. Turning his gaze away from the azure sky, Orion walked confidently across the court yard, where his men were readying the carriages for the trip to Beaumont, he had planned on riding on his mount, but opted for the carriage after his wife's cryptic message over breakfast that she must speak with him in private and the only privacy they seemed to get anymore was when they travelled. Looking around briefly, he saw most were ready to disembark from their over-night rest stop, a frown tugging at his thin lips as he discovered a number of important people still unaccounted for, his wife, brother and sister being the prominent absences. "Clarence!" He shouted, his voice echoing across the stone courtyard of Sir Anthony Beckett's home of Isenfell.

Within an instant, a young man hurried over, his black uniform, signalling that he was one of the Kings Courtiers "yes, my King?" He asked with a gallant bow.

"See too it that the Queen, Prince Cedric and Princess Elenna are down her within the next few minutes otherwise we shall depart without them" Orion commanded, his hand rubbing the stubble over his chin, stopping as he spotted Amalie emerging from the grand house, a plethora of ladies around her as she walked purposely towards him, as usual, she took his breath away "It seems my wife has finally decided to join me, just see to my siblings, bring them immediately to the carriage, we must leave now!" he ordered before the young man hurried of. Orion greeted his wife with a quick bow and kiss on her hand "my love" he greeted, although his voice was stoic and somewhat unemotional. Amalie greeted him with a similar tone as he helped her into the carriage before climbing in after her. They sat opposite each other, Orion's leg crossed over his other as he studied his wife carefully, something was amiss with her, her pale skin seemed even lighter, on her brow formed small beads of sweat "Amalie, love, are you sick?" Orion asked, concern showing in his voice.

Amalie forced a smile as she dapped her forehead lightly with a cotton handkerchief "on the contrary Ori, I am quite well, just in the mornings I find stomach does not quite agree with me" she spoke a well rehearsed line, trying to stop the smile from breaking across her face.

Orion nodded, turning his gaze out of the window for a brief moment as her words sank in, sickly, in the mornings, could it be that his prayers had been answered? He opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly as words failed to come to him, instead a large smile stretched from ear to ear, Amalie quickly doing the same "are you with child?" He asked hopefully.

Amalie nodded enthusiastically, tears beginning to brim in her eyes "the physician confirmed my suspicions last night" she spoke with a breathy laugh. Ori sighed deeply, quickly saying a prayer of gratitude and another of hope, that this child would not be stolen from them so early. Swiftly he rose from his position and fell into the empty spot next to his wife, his hand gently coming to rest of her stomach, his thumb running soft circles over the material of her dress "how long?" he asked, his eyes fixated on her stomach.

"I am three months" came her soft reply, causing Ori's smile to widen, if that was possible, he decided that then that it would be announced tonight at the banquet, if report were correct, the Rayleigh's would have no news of the same magnitude, no news could compare with that of an heir.
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"M-lady... I was u-unable to discern that. B-but I w-will find out, and quite soon as well. F-forgive me. I w-will have what I learn delivered t-to the summit as s-soon as p-possible." The weasel-like man simpered at her feet, bowed in fear as he was. He quivered as he spoke, only reinforcing her analogy of him. Still, he had served well. She gave him a kind smile, bending her knees slightly so that with one pale hand she could lift his chin to face her.

"Do not quake, Thomas. You have done well. I thank you for your services." Elenna allowed none of the revulsion she felt when looking at his pitiable face to reach her eyes, only gentle and thankful. "In fact, for the news you've given me, I think I will give you double what I was going to. Such loyalty and good work is to be rewarded, after all." She let her other hand stray to a pouch at her hip, pulling out a small drawstring bag. Though she placed it in his hand carefully as she guided him to rise, it still gave a small jangle, promising treasures within. The man's face lit up, and he began to thank her profusely.

Elenna gave him a small smile, inclining her head. He stopped immediately. She inwardly praised his obedience, thanking him once more. "I look forward to the information you have promised, and the next time I may hear from you. Do try to send someone who can be understood this time, though. Until then, Thomas."

He bowed again, a wide smile on his face as he nodded furiously, before leaving. The bag was long gone into one of his various pockets. Elenna turned and began to stroll back to her rooms from where she had been, the casualty of her gait making her seem as if she had merely been for a walk about.

A Courtier appeared as she began to digest the information she now possessed, but it was no surprise to her. She greeted him with a smile, nodding at all the places as he delivered his message. "Very well. If you could please inform those charged with my belongings that their haste is much desired, I would very much appreciate it."

Already ready to go, she entered her carriage with a handmaiden, sending a courier of her own to inform the King, if possible, that she was quite set to begin travel again.