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Seraphine Eider

"Everyone has a secret--I'd rather let them keep theirs, because I think it best to keep mine as well."

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a character in “Tales Of The Royals”, originally authored by Ever, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Seraphine Eider
Puppet || Ib
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|| 18 || Fearian || Serrah, Fi ||



Image||Gender||
Female

||Birthdate||
December 21

||Sexual Preference||
Heterosexual

||Ranking||
Princess

||Bloodline||
Fearian, the Kingdom of The Sea

||Role||
Highly intelligent and elegant





Image||Eye Color||
A bold violet || A very light mauve || The color of frost

||Hair Color||
An illuminated snow, no other color providing fault to it's purity.

||Body Type||
Seraphine, in all actuality, isn't of very intimidating stature. Barely reaching 5 feet and an inch, this girl, unfortunately, is far smaller and petite than the others of her gender and age. As such, she is often branded as "Doll" or "fun-sized" by strangers....and part of her can't help but agree with such statements. It also doesn't help that the harsh truth of being tiny is only amplified when taking in her weight; a mere 92 pounds. Yet, despite the odds piled against her, there is some retaining grace that both genders can readily agree on; Seraphine's appearance is both seductive and innocent. With such proportions, this princess's elfin physique is naturally fixed to hold a perfect hourglass form, each curve bended softly and ideal to society's image. Blessed with a high metabolism, there exists little room to worry about gaining weight or not fitting into that 'style of clothing', her stomach being nipped further in to flaunt her hips, both her arms and legs perfectly trimmed and toned....not to mention her well-endowed bust and delicately shaped hands and feet. Indeed, Serrah's body was one made to kill and seduce.

||Skin Tone||
Tying into the key element of being a doll, Seraphine's hue is of a luminescent porcelain, not a single rash pigmentation (save for the occasional opaque hint of rose gracing her cheeks) marring the smooth surface. Constantly flawless and blemish free, her skin is often a topic of envy among other females, each one colouring with jealousy at it's perfection...but, in all honesty, Serrah hates it. The paleness seems to further alienate her from the otherwise tanned members of her family, the glow of it further enforcing the idea of her origin being of something far more ethereal than the humble sea-side dweller.

||Birthmarks/scars||
Taking in her high position and precarious conditions, Seraphine was never allowed outside in rough play. Only for reading a book underneath a tree or perhaps needlepointing in the shade.. as such, there wasn't really any allowance or slip ups in which this princess could gain a scar. The only marring 'flaw' on her body would be the signature that every Fearian princess before her has possessed; a birthmark on her right hip in the distinct shape of a spade.




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||Personality||
♠ Inquisitive ♠ Regal ♠ Reserved ♠ Free Spirited ♠ Silver Tongued ♠
At a first glance, the word most people might use to describe Seraphine is “odd.” No, she's not your perky, constantly happy girl that other females appear from her region come off as but is more of the withdrawn into her own mind, analytical type. Because of this, very few people actually know how to (or want to) captivate Serrah's attention with very few actually succeeding. Coupled with an intimidating command of knowledge, a rare ability that involves peering into other's lives with ease, and a voice that never raises or lowers, it's no wonder why "normal" people are terrified of this snowy-haired female. They just don't approach her, it's as simple as that.

Generally speaking, Seraphine is a very calm, solemn-looking individual with a distant, yet scrutinizing, look gleaming in her eyes..but that’s not to say that she’s unfriendly (to her allies that is). Unlike most reserved people, Serrah doesn't fully mind the other princesses she is currently stuck with.. in fact, she'll even try getting to know them for their mind and not their looks (often struggling in vain, mind you). Unfortunately, while she does manage to hold a conversation, this girl is usually fairly awkward to speak with. Unless the other party excels with their words, chances are there will be more than one uncomfortable pause or an abrupt subject change.

Another interesting point about Serrah is that she tends to suddenly flip personalities on whim. Especially when angered or prodded by someone else's stupidity....especially then. The mindset she is in is quite the ambiguous one; for the most part she is a blunt, observant and withdrawn female...but this is all quickly masked and forgotten by others when they see her darker side. The personality of her flip is that of a ruthless, merciless and calculating noble who has little, if any, problem in using others for her goals or for pawns. Without a shred of hesitation, Serrah will resort to using her knowledge to ruin or even, end, another's life...definitely not a woman made to be scorned.

On the note of her intelligence, this noble may appear to dispel an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less informed, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge of the world and how she was treated as a child. When it comes to her own areas of expertise, she will be able to tell you almost immediately everything about that certain topic, to the extent of being ridiculously precise. Yet, despite this fountain of knowledge in Seraphine, she knows this important rule; She knows what she knows, and more importantly, she knows what she doesn't.

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||Likes||
  • Puzzles, be them mental or physical.
  • Classical literature.
  • Expensive tea.
  • Sweet or savory foods (especially pastries).
  • Cloudy or Rainy days.
  • Vibrant flowers.
  • Singing to herself.
  • Studying about various topics.
  • Bird watching

||Dislikes||
  • Her colorblindness.
  • The sea.
  • Being a disappointment and oddity to her family line.
  • Sunny days.
  • Cheap tea.
  • Bitter or Spicy foods.
  • Canines.
  • Human contact.
  • Disrespectful or prideful people.

||Strengths||
  • Her quick-witted mindset.
  • Her psychic powers.
  • Virtually unfazed, mentally, and strong optimism.
  • Her way with silver-laced words.

||Weaknesses||
  • Keeps her emotions to herself.
  • Prefers to be solitary from the others.
  • Her colorblindness.
  • Lack of physical strength.

||Fears||
  • She and the other two princesses will never be allowed to go back home.
  • That she has disgraced the Eider line by refusing to be similar to her siblings.




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||Power||
Most would assume that being colorblind would be a curse, an ailment.. especially considering how severe Seraphine's case is. Most would feel pity for the person who could no only seeing the vibrancy, the beauty of the world surrounding them. Apparently, fate had a similar notion.. upon Serrah's birth, when one ability was taken, another was granted. The gift of being psychic:
  • Seraphine can read other's auras, a normally invisible magnetic field around each person that tells of their true emotions and thoughts.
  • She can also know another's life story through simple skin-to-skin contact. Depending on the contact and the exposure she has to the other person, more of their life will be given to her. If it is a simple act of brushing hands, only the events of that day will be revealed.
  • Seraphine can also hear other's thoughts, be them negative or positive.
  • Serrah can also relieve pain from others. The only problem with this ability is that either one of two things happen; a.) she has massive amounts of her own energy depleted or b.) she receives the pain her subject was feeling, therefor inflicting it upon herself.


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Seraphine Eider was brought into this world on December 21st as the second child of the Eider line, the ruling family of the Fearian kingdom. Within mere seconds of her birth, her mother, Sabine Eider, and her father, Roman Eider, could tell that her precious daughter was...well... unique. Instead of possessing the normal peachy tone of the Fearian dwellers, Seraphine had a luminous alabaster...though, that wasn't the oddest thing. The next two differences the King and Queen spotted were these; instead of having the ebony tresses, a signature of their family, their newborn had hair the color of pure snow, completely untouched by any other color. The third was her eyes. No traces of crimson from her mother or cat-eyed yellow from her father was present. In their place was a light mauve, a certain blankness stowed away in those orbs. Finally, the oddest and most peculiar attribute about their only daughter, was the blinded thrashing and grabbing motions she was exhibiting several inches away from her mother's body. Now, normally, babes will reach for their mother's hair or arms..something to just feel their protector's presence. However, Seraphine was reaching for the empty space around her parent..reaching to touch her mother's muddled blue aura, the color of confusion and fear.

As Seraphine grew, no signs of changing present, her presence between the talk of gossip in the kingdom. The princess who wasn't normal. And trust me, Serrah wasn't a daft child.. by the time she was 3, she was well-aware of the hostility and wariness directed at her by the court, her nursemaid, even her parents. After all, she was an oddity in the kingdom of tanned, dark-haired, athletic sea-dwellers. However, there was an upside to her upbringing, her brother; Leo Eider. Leo was everything an elder brother should be; protective, understanding, loving. Seraphine's best friend. Continuously. he urged her to do what she wanted, that he would keep her power a secret between them, that she was the most perfect being in his eyes. And for that, Serrah loved him as much as one could love their family.

It wasn't until Serrah reached the age of 16 that things took a devastating turn. Her brother went out on the sea, two days before her birthday, for a relaxation period with a few other young men from their court. Of course, he promised to return by her birthday, vowing he wouldn't miss her 17th for anything in the world. And so, in alienation from her parents and maids, Serrah waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, when a week passed, a sinking feeling grew in her. It wasn't until a year passed and Serrah was escorted to the Space Station, partially out of their parent's fear and partially of their want to rid themselves of the eyesore she was, that she began to entertain the idea of her brother's death.

||Other||
> Seraphine can only see black and white, save for the color of auras.<
> She actually has a rather beautiful singing voice: Example 1, Example 2, Example 3 <

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So begins...

Seraphine Eider's Story

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Cold steel always talked louder then any words or anything really. That truth had always revealed itself to soldiers throughout history. And looking into the cell that housed all of perhaps ninety five pounds of the Fearian princess Richard could not but agree with such a saying. The bars were perhaps not as cruel as a naked sword but in their own way it was a cruelty beyond battle. Though the red head was somewhat beyond caring. The woman, for her figure denied any other term, knew nothing of the struggle he faced. And that lack of knowledge in his mind absolved him of any wrong doing.

He would liked it immensely if such perceptions matched reality. But only death was so clear cut. In the year he had been here the hope and dreams of his childhood rose high as Valdimir fanned them high, but so to did the doubts. He was a soldier, even if only a private, and more to the point a scion of a military family and the inherent treacherous nature of the plan sat ill with him. But one look at the doll of a princess reminded him of the prize.

You never knew the burdens I have. No your silver spoon birth gave you everything. Richard thought with a heat that no doubt showed upon his face. Had he known the soldier would have been equally angry at himself. For such anger was a loss of control and that was less then prefect. What do you know of true want.

He then studied the woman in her cell She was admittedly a fine specimen a nice cross of innocence and pure seduction. But the lowly private with dreams of a future free of want thought little of such matters. In that he was perhaps different from the others who knew her. He had no benchmark to judge from however. She was however every bit as dangerous as he was. Richard needed no warning to know that. Fluttering lashes and heaving bosoms could not hide a core of steel.

" So tell me your Highness what is your desire today? I assume the basic necessities of life are in order. Perhaps a tea party with our other guests." He asked in a deadpan manner, the only way he could maintain a leash upon his control. For in his mind she had not earned the comforts once hers.

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#, as written by Ever
”...all the birdies are singing happily. But don’t you also think that they will look prettier if they stay still?” floated out Seraphine’s under-the-breath melody, a certain bitterness lacing the words. On any normal day, had she been back in her rightful kingdom and in her rightful home, this particular princess would have been swiftly reprimanded for indulging in such a frivolous habit, a worn copy on the topic of the basic lessons of etiquette scornfully dropped into her lap. On any normal day, the doll-esque girl would have then allowed for an exasperated sigh to escape its confines, before, with gentle precision, lifting the front cover to reveal the ancient words already ingrained and hardwired into the front of her memory. On any normal day, as those golden rays stretched further across the gray-slatted floor and deepened their color, Seraphine would have casted a longing flicker over to her closed notebook, the leatherbound front mourning her absence.

However..this was not a normal day. No longer was she secluded away in the stone-built room designated as her own, as her prison. No longer was she in the Fearian kingdom, the tantalizing rolls of the cerulean sea alighting a yearning within her core. No no, far from it. Currently, at this moment in time, Seraphine was stationed aboard the Xexian Space Station in order to be protected from god only knows what, the tiny room far from displaying her status. However..it wasn’t like she could really complain. After all, despite the ‘prison’ guard that would occasionally make his rounds, Serrah was free here. At least mother isn’t present...or even worse, Troma. My my..she would have a fit if she caught me singing! Even worse, if she caught me drawing! mused her gleeful inner whisper, the outward pull of such emotion causing her to squirm ever-so-slightly on the mattress.

Such emotions, unfortunately, much like any other event or time in history, were rapidly fleeing. In fact, Seraphine felt him before she heard him.. her guard that was hastily closing the distance between her cell and his location. A familiar dread settled into the pit of her stomach as expectation of what was next to come made itself known. His thoughts. ’Silver spoon’ huh? Well.. I wouldn’t exactly call it that… but still-! was her mulling, an inward wince given at the tangible distaste and animosity stowed away within the young man's thoughts. Not even wanting to turn around, Serrah merely gave a soft sigh as his footsteps halted in front of her door, the usual demands, each syllable filled with disdain, ringing out. Tearing away a moment of time to collect, and restrain the silver-laced words bubbling up on her tongue, Serrah casted Richard a glance over her shoulder.

Mouth opening, the princess couldn’t quite gather her words nor summon her voice. The reason? She was stunned. Despite having constantly seen other’s auras since her birth, every single one still continued to mystify and entrance her.. this guard was no different than the others. However..his was swirling with hues of dull colors, the sign of hostility. A second past before another couple followed in pursuit, the Fearian heiress still dumbfounded. My god.. pull yourself together, Seraphine! hissed out her conscious, not-so-subtle, annoyance. With a hasty series of blinking and the narrowing of her mauve-hued orbs, a response was finally given life. "Well, yes I would assume the basic “necessities” of life would be provided… considering I am human and alive, after all. As for my desire? Hm.. well I would adore being moved to a more pleasurable and adequate room. I would also adore if I, as well as the other nobles here, were to be released to return home. However.. I highly doubt you could provide and fulfill either request. So yes, why not? A tea party would be lovely bite out her response, a certain snarky and sarcastic tone colouring the words. After all, his thoughts and negative energy had struck with the the ailment of a terrible pang in her head, something of which she didn’t take too kindly to.. it was only natural for Serrah to be snippy.

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By the gods of war you'd think the woman seen right through me...That or I've got something on my face. Richard thought with perhaps the slightest hint of smug amusement at the slack jawed surprise written large upon his charge's face. The moment dragged onto a somewhat awkward pause before with a visible effort the princess gathered herself together. Eyes they always give you away. Though I'd give a week's pay to know what worries the girl so. It can't bode will for either her or the rest of us.

Though he didn't fear anything the princess was capable of, this unknown was enough to warrant attention. After all for all intents and purposes she was basically Richard's problem. And the private always attacked a problem from every conceivable angle


Whatever his plans for the moment were the red head was forced to abandon them for the tone of Seraphine's reply reminded Richard of exactly the things he hated. True upon reflection the soldier would no doubt realize his own words brought out the coloring of her reply. But the private was hardly in the mood for reflection.

Instead he dug around the left chest pocket of his uniform, it's freshly starched nature cracking audibly. Pulling out what obviously a old photo he looked down at it. Upon it's surface was captured one of his few truly happy moments. A tall red headed couple, Richard's parents, held a very young Richard between them. Clad in swimsuits the happy family stood in front of a sun drenched white sand beach. The father laughing with open joy, the mother with a impish grin, while Richard himself was halfway between a jump and a shout.

He remembered that day well for it was the last time true joy was his. Before his mother died, before his father became a ghost, and before the real weight of what it meant to be a Point truly meant.

Still the photo was able to remind him of the feeling of happiness. And so it served as a focus for his emotional control and the perfection he demand of himself.

Tucking the picture back within it's pocket Richard looked once more at Seraphine, the princess in chains as it were." Merely existing entitles one to nothing your highness. That being said Vladimir said to keep you lot alive. If you are hungry we can get a meal at the mess hall or I can simply bring you one." Here the soldier paused to flex his wrists, the motion seemingly unconscious. " Also if you wish we can hit the gym, or perhaps the station's library given your rather delicate physique. Furthermore if so should desire I can see if our other guests are free." He asked wirh a flat tone doing his level best to disregard Seraphine's scathing reply.