âmy mouth is a frozen wasteland
clear sharp ice and sharper teeth
for women and wolves have a lot in common
and blunt jaws won't protect me from the world
so i'll take a whetstone to my bones
and sharpen them to javelinsâ
âI will never be satisfied.â
Full Name: Loria Iriseini Estermont
Nicknames: Ris
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Rank/Title: Noblewoman, Future Queen of Falor
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Kingdom/Alliance: Falor
Ris has one of those faces that could be both centuries old and far too young. Her features are smooth, and her eyes are ancient, far beyond the seventeen years that she has had on this planet. In form, Ris is by no means intimidating. She stands at about 5 feet, 3 inches, and often has to look up to see people. She has a slight indent in her chin, and when she smiles, she has a pair of dimples in her cheeks. She often looks down to smile, but rarely will she cover her mouth to hide it. She walks a fine line between enclosed and open, and lets people assume of her what they will. When she smiles, she either will smile with a tightness at the corners of her lips or her whole face will light up with joy. Her skin is pale, and as such, it lights up with a blush easily. There are warm undertones to her skin in any case, and she rarely wears makeup.
Ris' features are smooth, as a whole. She sports few scars and few significant markings, save for a particular burn scar that bursts across her shoulder. As a child, she had no such grace such as she has now, and she was playing tag with her older brother. She tripped on a rock, went flying, and ended up falling into a still-hot firepit. The wood had burned to ash, but the ash embedded itself in her arm. There are rumors that the ashes favored her and leapt at her, which is why her hair is that color, but she was born with it. More on that later. Ris rarely attempts to hide this scar, as it is beautiful in her own way. Whatever rumors may come of it, let them come. Other than that, her skin is nearly perfect.
Ris has lovely hazel-blue eyes, framed by pale lashes that catch the sunlight and shine gold. Sometimes, she paints them with dark makeup, which only makes her eyes stand out further. Her irises start out with a smoky black ring, turning to blue and green and then to brown just around the pupil. They're bright and piercing, as if they can see far more than what actually exists before her. She doesn't actually have X-ray vision, but she is very good at reading people. They are set above high cheekbones.
Ris' most prominent feature, however, is not her scars or her lovely eyes. It is her hair, which falls to her hips in long curls. It looks terribly soft, and she can often be found twirling locks of it around her fingers. In color, it is a silvery white, one that is unique to the women of her line. She has never known her mother, so she only knows this from the tales that her older brother spins for her. Ris usually wears it half up and half down, with braids arching along the top and joining together at the back, and two long locks kept loose to frame her face. She has a few parts that are shorter than the rest, and sometimes, they will come loose. Those, she often tucks behind her ears.
Ris' brows are dark, and she has a rosebud of a mouth and a prominent hollow of her throat. She is a slip of a woman, but she is clearly a woman, and she holds her chin high and speaks with a gently accented voice. She is a soprano, and when she sings, she has an operatic voice that fills a whole room. Whether she is singing or not, she can make herself heard without having to yell. Projection is one of her skills. Sometimes, it seems to be a marvel that such a small woman has such a strong voice. She has pianist's fingers and enjoys wearing blue and gold. She has an excellent posture, and often feels warm to the touch. Despite appearing small, though, there is a fire in her eyes and a steel in her bones that would be hard to miss. She wears little jewelry, outside of earrings and a teardrop sapphire necklace.
Personality
{Patient, Capable, Unsatisfied, Crafty}
As a general rule, noblewomen are meant to be pretty, fertile, and empty in the head. Ris fulfills the first, has no idea about the second, and is certainly not the third. Ris is very aware of her surroundings, and of what is going on around her. She is aware that she is a tool, a figurehead and a symbol of riches and power. She knows that she is being used--and so, she knows how to use others. She is a terribly sore loser, though she knows how to bide her time.
Ris is terribly patient, in many ways. She is patient with her brother, when he teased her. She is patient with her father, as he sets her up to be engaged to a king a few years younger than she. And she is patient with her own plans. Ris loves to plan ahead. She's always prepared, whatever may come, and she truly dislikes being caught off guard. Ris likes to be given lots of time and warning for whatever's coming her way. Springing things on her sometimes leads to a snappish Ris.
Ris is very capable, as well. She can handle a lot, and sometimes she tries to take too much into her shoulders. She would carry the whole world if she could. She is still young, and she doesn't know her limits as well as she should. She pushes herself too hard often, and when she is truly dedicated to a project or to mapping something out, she will forgo food and sleep until it is finished. Sometimes, she falls asleep in her breakfast. It's terribly endearing.
Ris is terribly sweet, in general, and she loves to tease people. She may enjoy plotting, but she does like to have fun. She likes sneaking into the kitchens, and has befriended every single chef. Ris loves food, and she always has something to talk about. It not that she loves the sound of her voice--in fact, she's not the biggest fan of it. She uses it as a distraction, often. If she's talking a lot, it's a sure sign that she's stressed or in pain. She hates being cut off or interrupted, and is not above being terribly passive-aggressive in response. She likes being in the thick of things, learning and listening and gathering information.
Ris occasionally acts vacuous and giggly, mostly for the benefit of the court, but she is brilliant otherwise. She can read at the speed of light, and she adores math and science. If she could study her surroundings all day, she would. This leads to a deep adoration for the outdoors on her parts. She stands out in the words, thanks to her hair, but she will spend hours in the forest, cataloging flowers and wildlife. She's excellent at sketching. She loves art, and has a horrible weakness for pretty things. She collects pressed flowers and pretty earrings and paintings. Her own room is littered with friezes of her own creation. Taking her to an art auction is a dangerous activity, because she will buy all of it.
Ris is only empty in the sense that she feels that she may never be full. She will never be satisfied. She will take all that is given her, and always be ready to receive more. She is not greedy, in that she does not actively take from people, but if something is offered or available for the taking, it will soon make its way into her hands. She dreams of seeing the whole world, but every single nook and cranny may not be enough to satisfy her. She's the most likely to learn how to travel to space, just because she yearns to see everything.
In the end, Ris has her head on her shoulders. She likes to dream, she has ideas, but who doesn't? She is a realist, and is not automatically optimistic in a harried situation. She loves to laugh, and wrinkles her nose when displeased with something. She's taught herself a tell when she's "lying", and will draw a small circle on the table. She does her best to seem transparent and predictable, and takes joy in being obscure and unpredictable. She's aged far beyond her years, and sometimes wishes that she would be able to return to her childhood. As it is, she is determined to keep moving forward, and when she sets her mind to something, it is terribly hard to dissuade her from it.
Hobbies:
Reading, Drawing, Thinking
Habits:
Plays with her earrings, draws a circle before lying, twirls her hair around her fingers, talks when stressed.
Oddities:
Hates strawberries, rarely wears dresses with long sleeves.
- Art
- Math and Science
- Her Brother
- Reading
- Sneaking into the Kitchens
- Strawberries
- Being Interrupted
- Emptiness
- Being Left Behind
- Quiet
Biography
Place Of Origin:Falor
History:
Ris was born to a noble family, to a mother that she remembers little of and a father who snapped her up as if he were a shark and she were a tasty morsel. She's proven herself to be far more than that, though she has not yet rebelled against her father. He can have his plans, and she'll have hers. She was raised, initially, by her mother, who she resembles most of all. She was a quiet child, one who was content to sit by her mother and listen to what was going on around her. As a baby, she hated being put down, and would cry until she was picked up again. She loves physical contact, still.
As Ris grew older, she was often found in the forests, and not with the other children. Her fascination with nature began then, and has only blossomed from there. She gained a small gathering there, and would lead a tiny troop of children to see the prettiest flowers and the most fascinating birds. Sometimes, they would scare the animals off, and it was through that that Ris learned patience. Eventually, the birds would return. Eventually, things would turn her way.
When she was six, she was taken from her mother. She has few memories of that day, only that there were many tears and cries of "mama" on her own part as her mother stood by silently. She had smelled of strawberries, and to this day, Ris hates strawberries because they remind her of that day. Perhaps it's silly, but it's something she hasn't quite been able to rid herself of. Ris was taken to a beautiful home, and given whatever she wanted.
In the end, she became attached to the artwork and to the brother that is seven years her senior. Loras and her first bonded over their names. It was almost fate, it seemed. Loras and Loria. Who would make a better team, if not they? She called him Lorrie, and he called her Rissy. To this day, they are still best friends. They both knew of the plans that their father had for them. Grandeur, riches, titles. Once, they conspired to run away together. In the end, they decided against it, for fear of losing each other and the strange stability that they had cultivated. Loras is the only person that Ris can honestly say that she loves.
As she grew older, she blossomed into womanhood and wisdom. She gained awareness along with sharper features and kissable lips, and she both listened in and was permitted to hear what her father was planning. Loras was to be engaged, but the king of Seabel decided otherwise. She comforted him, and supported him as he went off to become the captain of the guard there. She wrote him every day, and missed him terribly. Still does. She sends him news often, and is excited to visit him again soon. She knows that she may never be satisfied, but she hopes desperately that her older brother might eventually be.
She had always known that she was to be molded into something useful, but she hadn't thought that it would be this soon. Perhaps she should count herself lucky, some girls her age were already pregnant with their second child. Her father told her the news, and she went white as a sheet. She was to be engaged, she was told, to the young king of Falor. She almost left that day, almost ran away. She didn't want to be engaged! She took a day to think about it, but both she and her father knew that eventually, she would agree. Ris has never been power hungry, but the potential for more... Well. That was appealing.
Ris agreed, and the king isn't too bad, really. Young. Uneducated. But sweet, and she can like sweet. She doesn't know if there will be actual love between them, as it is a marriage for power and authority. In the meantime, Ris is plotting in her own way. She plans to use this lack of affection and the Kings lack of knowledge to take power in the kingdom for herself. If she can cast doubt into his ear, if she can affect him in the ways that she wants, she can get that more that she wishes for. She's not entirely sure if it'll be enough, if anything will be enough, but for then, collecting all the art she can and slowly turning her future husband into putty in her hands are her goals. She seems terribly genuine, and no one has any reason to think otherwise.
Happiest Memory: Meeting her older brother
Saddest Memory: Leaving her mother.
Face Claim: Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen