XX- Huraki Murakami- Huraki Murakami- Huraki Murakami- Huraki Murakami- Huraki MurakamiXXXXXXXlX- Virginia Woolf
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n i c k n a m e s x // x the raven , Cavalier bastard
a g e x // xtwenty seven
g e n d e r x // x(cis)female
s e x u a l i t y x // xbisexual
o r i g i n x // xthe Riverlands
t i t l ex // xbastard of Cavalier
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w e i g h t x // x* * *
h a i r x // xrenowned for her obsidian locks, which, coupled with her father's sigil of the swan, helped to earn her famous nickname. her hair falls in silken waves to her mid-back
e y e s x // xwhere her hair is dark, her eyes are fair- a light green framed by lashes are black as her hair
o d d i t i e s x // xunlike her flawless half-sister, Emery was never treated with such intensity after a stumble, cut or burn. She was also far more free to spar and tumble with her brother as they got older, whereas Isolde's freedoms to such activities were restricted slightly as she got older. As a result, Emery as a couple faint scars here and there, although nothing especially significant.
a p p e a r a n c e x // xeven if her reputation did not precede her, it would be easy to tell that Emery is not quite the same blood as her half-siblings. She lacks Beatrice's renowned hazel eyes, and in the place of locks of brown or blonde, she has a head of silken obsidian. There is something of a contrast there, for where her features are dark, her complexion is very fair, with a tendency for every tan she gets from the sun to fade fairly quickly. She got her father's height, towering over many a woman her age at 5'9", but lacks his physicality, her frame instead favouring something leaner, slender but strong. Her features are somewhat unusual, oft described as cat-like- all angles and sharp eyes and high cheekbones- nothing like soft eyes and strong jaws of her half-siblings.
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F O R T I T U D O
xxxxxxxxxxxxâą x s t r e n g t h x âą x \ Ë s t r e Ć ( k ) t h \ x âą
w i tx // x words come quickly to her, and she weaves them is masterful ease, whether it is intelligent conversation, heated debate or playful repartee. her ability to think on the spot is similarly impressive, as her knack for discerning people and their feelings and natures- she finds them almost as easy to read as the books she loves so much
b r a v e r yx // x she seems fearless, but that is just her will at work- her father always told her that true bravery was not the absence of fear, but the presence of action in the face of it. She follows such wise words to the letter, to the point that she sometimes seems more wolverine than swan
h a n d - t o - h a n d c o m b a tx // x as a bastard, there are many privileges of noble life that she does not herself enjoy. that said, so too are there freedoms she has that her trueborn sister does not. the first of these was the opportunity to learn sparring not only alongside her brother, but also individual lessons that she needled her father for when she was young. they were, strangely, encouraged by Beatrice, who seemed to think that they might benefit, should Isolde be alone with Emery, as they often were, and the former needed some kind of protection. not as physically strong as the majority of trained combatants, Emery learned unique styles of fighting that utilised her nimbleness, and helped her to benefit from the greater size and weight of her opponents, rather than be potentially debilitated by it
I N F I R M I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxâą x w e a k n e s s x âą x \ Ë w Ä k - n É s \ x âą
h e r s t a t u sx // x in the world of nobility, status is everything- even if she is eventually given the Cavalier name, she will always be a bastard, and this will always limit her opportunities. It is not a personal weakness, but it is certainly something in her way
p r i d ex // x she does not bow her head easily, nor does she like to admit to her faults
M E T U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxâą x f e a r x âą x \ Ë f i r \ x âą
h e l p l e s s n e s sx // x as someone whose life has largely been catered to suit someone else's needs and desires, Emery's greatest fear is arguably that of a loss of choice. She values her autonomy, and the thought of losing that terrifies her- as well as inspires her to fiercely protect that same freedom for others
[size=90]b e t r a y a lx // x for whatever reason, her trust doesn't come easily, but certainly one element of such a thing is her fear of having that trust broken. she is aware that trust is something seldom reparable, and thus, when any sort of trust is formed, there is always that underlying fear of being turned against
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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxâą x resolute x âą x proud x âą x percipient x âą x just x âą
For one thing, her status as a bastard has not stripped her of her pride. Nay, it has made it only more prominent. She does not bow her head easily, nor does she accept rudeness simply to appease others. As someone oft exposed to thinly veiled insults and jests at her behest, she has mastered the art of parrying them with her own brand of sharp wit. Her tongue is a silver dagger- pretty, but no less deadly when used with intent. Just as easily as she can spin words of joviality and cleverness, she can make barbed retorts. If nothing else, her riposte is her legacy, so many times has it been used to effectively silence her supercilious critics. Just like her siblings, she's learned how to deal such blows with a smile, although she doesn't always feel quite as obligated to. Then again, such behaviour helps to hide the chinks in her armour. Each sarcastic comment, a wry joke, a dose of witty repartee- her smiles are more than evidence of felicity; they're defence mechanisms. They are used out of determination, a determination to be strong to the point that she hides any and all of her weaknesses, and pretends that they don't exist for sake of seeming invulnerable.
Her wit is not limited to repartee, however. Her father allowed her the same education as her siblings, and beneath her excellent tutors, she not only excelled, she flourished. Her curiosity is rampant, and she absorbed knowledge with a vivacious eagerness that she upholds even today. History particularly intrigued her, although her professors always wound up displaying concern with her precociousness, and her tendency to sympathise with the 'little people,'- the rebels and outlaws fighting against the oh-so-just nobles.
Her sense of justice has always been intense, and it tends to drive her being, keeping her in check. It leaks into her courage, and her willingness to put herself at risk for the welfare of others. Bastards are often expected to be seen and not heard, and even if her father had expected the same thing of her, one must wonder if she would have obeyed, or if her passion alone would have driven her to vocalise her take on the world, as it does in this fortunately more accepting reality. Compassionate and empathetic, she tends to understand, and even read people quite easily; and she is far from naive about the harsh reality of the world. Surrounded by nobles as she is, she knows how powerful money is, and that people tend to be dedicated to their own greed and ambitions. However, instead of jading her, such a knowledge has only further inspired her to further her own justice, with however much subtlety is required, as well as a touch of slyly implemented poetic justice.
She does love her stories, after all.
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she was conceived during the Rotavele Rebellion- a short war between a collection of Rotavele loyalists and the Crown, coupled with a child falsely presumed by the loyalists to be a secret Rotavele, whom they wished to put on the throne. Fighting alongside of a number of his fellow high lords, James left his then newly-pregnant wife to fight for his king and country, as was expected. What was not expected, however, was for, twelve months after the war came to its bloody conclusion, a woman to show up at the Fen, the Marshland's main fort, deathly ill and seeking out the father of her child.
the woman, who's name Emery still has yet to be told, died soon after her arrival, and James, recognising the woman, chose to take in the child. It is not rare for a married lord to father bastards, nor is it rare for them to support the children of their affairs, both financially and sometimes through giving them as wards to fellow lords. What is rare, however, is for a bastard of a lord to be taken in as one of the family, which is why Emery's particular case perplexes so many. She grew up along her trueborn siblings, learning and playing together, and being close despite their differing circumstances. However, she was never a true Cavalier- Beatrice certainly would never stand for such a thing, and the Lady Cavalier has always loathed Emery and her existence, and the shame it brought and brings her every waking moment. Emery may be a Cavalier by blood, but she doubts she ever will be in name- Beatrice would rather die than such a thing happen.
Or, perhaps more accurately, Beatrice would rather kill her.