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Adrienne Emeris

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Imehal

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Sourced from Gelbooru. Not mine. Never mine.


Basics

Name: Adrienne Emeris
Alias: Anna.
Title(s): Princess and heir to the throne of Emeralia.
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Female.
Culture/Race: Emeralian/Human.
Occupation: Wanderer.

Adrienne has lived the past ten years of her life safely in the knowledge that although her family had been overthrown, she was by no means an enemy of the people though she has been hidden from them. Safely tucked away inside a monastery somewhere in the Emeralian countryside she has grown up, a peaceful life under the guise of a simple serving maid, understanding the need for secrecy as time went on and she grew up happily, as a child should.

However, Fate is a cruel mistress and it is foolish to think she will not meddle. The prophecy of the Golden Age has now come into fulfilment, with the tyrant ruling over most of Celicarum. But with the princess recently fled the safety of her monastery in secrecy, is there any hope for Celiacarum?


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There was an Earth saying Adrienne had learnt on her way here that said it wasn’t the destination that was important, but the journey. Over time, she had come to quite adamantly disagree with that, hazel coloured eyes staring at the archway that marked the main entrance to the new city before her. It had taken a while, but she finally felt like she had made some headway in her task and yet, her circumstances hadn’t changed at all.

So much left to do and no clear way of achieving it.

Still, the young woman was nothing if not an optimist, choosing to focus on the good points of her venture rather than the bad. She had made good time, arriving at Wing City just gone noon, meaning that she had at least a few hours of sunlight and relative warmth before the chill of autumn’s night set in. Luckily, she had been thrifty with what coin had been generously given to her preceding her departure. Hopefully, that it would be enough to find lodging in a decent establishment for at least a few nights whilst she found her bearings.

In truth she was quite far from home, in an unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers. Her saving grace were that none knew her identity, nor would recognise the marking across the back of her right hand, if she ever removed her gloves, that signified her position as a member of the dislodged royal family that once ruled Ceras.

Absently, she reached up a hand to brush back her black hair from her face, trying to locate someone who might actually be able to point her in the direction of a good, respectable inn. There seemed to be guards posted at the archway, but they were otherwise occupied. So, with patience that Adrienne was almost certain was bottomless now within her, she waited until one of the guards stationed at the archway was available.

It surprised her to learn that currency was quite universal here, on account of the fact that so many cultures and races tended to gather. Father Jacob had been right; it was risky getting here but if she could only sift through, she was sure she could find an ally amongst all these people. After obtaining directions to an affordable but reasonably safe inn, Adrienne thanked the guard again for his help before heading towards the city’s main square.

Apparently, it was a good landmark to familiarise herself with, in case she was ever lost. Certainly as she walked along Main Street towards it, she could recognise and remember some of the surroundings immediately. Cautious optimism brought a soft smile to her face, tugging her cloak around her to stave off the cold that threatened to chill her skin.

The choker that she had worn since she was a little girl hung around her neck. The band was made of simple leather and frontally adorned with a cluster of fine but precious jewels, with a tiny etching of the family’s crest beneath them, sparkling in the afternoon sunshine. It was tattered from years of wear and there were visible marks where one could tell that it had been extended continually, the colouring differing across the leather strips. Perhaps not fit for a princess to wear, but it was hers; it was all that she had had on her when she had been taken from the palace as a babe and she would relinquish it to no one.

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Adrienne Emeris's Story

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In contrast, Adrienne thought that Gambit's Bar had all the attraction of a pig that had rolled around in mud. Then again, she also kept finding herself returning to this place. Why? Because where she was from, there was no such thing as police and thus, she had taken to frequenting the most popular place in Wing City in the hope that who she was looking for would turn up here. It had to happen one of these days, surely?

Her ebony hair was swept back in a brisk ponytail, her body clothed in plain, drably coloured clothing and Adrienne looked nothing like the princess she could claim to be. That was the idea, after all. Her thoughtfulness on this matter carried her to the bar without incident, where she prompted stared at the new mechanisms for ordering.

How on earth was she supposed to use... that?

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Lost in trying to figure out the inner workings (and indeed, the outer ones), Adrienne did not register the approach of Emura until the elf spoke. Her reaction was expected and immediate, stiffening at the address that she had not heard for many, many years.

Did this person know River or were they sent by... "I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm afraid. I think you must have made some sort of mistake." Adrienne replied with a soft, apologetic smile towards the stranger, feeling ill at ease from the focused gaze.

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How many creatures around this area would simply be able to tell that she was of royal descent? The thought was not a particularly appealing one and despite the creature's reassurances of her silence, Adrienne could not help but feel concerned. "Well met, Emura, though I assure you you are mistaken."

The ruse had to be maintained regardless, even if stranger insisted she knew. Unlike Emura, Adrienne did start at the sudden appearance of Demon Lord Maelik from the shadows, staring for a few seconds longer than was polite before shifting her gaze conversely between the touch screen and the elven woman beside her.

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Her manners had been entirely lost in the shock of the unexpected appearance, Adrienne having the good graces to look abashed as her slight was brushed under the carpet. The offer of help regardless was surprising but answered with a brief nod of appreciation.

"Thank you Emura. I would appreciate some assistance and before I ruin manners entirely, my name is Adrienne Emeris." Then, there was a hesitant glance back towards the technology that had replaced the active bar staff. "Last time I visited, they were staffed with people of both genders. Now these strange metallic beings are in their place..."

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Try as she might, it took a few moments for what Emura was doing to make the machine work sink into Adrienne's mind but only when the elf spoke next, letting thin fingers rise to prod at what she read to be lavender tea. It did not occur to the woman to be startled that she could read the screen, merely pressing a fingertip and watching in amazement as the screen changed to what looked like...

Payment screen? It seemed to indicate that she slot money, which thankfully she possessed, into the slot at the right. The clink of coins falling came next as the machine deciphered the currency and alloted change.

"It says five minutes before order arrives." Her voice was toneless, barely understanding why someone would implement such a system when people were so much more sociable.

The tangy scent of blood filled Adrienne's nostrils, wrinkling her nose as she looked about for the source. Really, if someone was injured, they should find a healer, not a bar no matter how great the pain!

Shadows surrounding another man caught her eye but Adrienne made no move to leave Emura's side. After all, the stranger had been kind, if intrusive into her bloodline and the woman knew well not to slight those who seemed to favour you.

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There was no small measure of displeasure in Adrienne's eyes at the way that the stranger herded her towards the table she had obviously come from originally, settling into the chair opposite Emura with a swiftness that belied her outer calm.

"I have little to ask you actually Emura." It was the truth; anyone who knew her identity she sought to distance herself from, lest they lead her enemies right to her metaphorical front door. Again, unease settled at the way those pale eyes gazed at Adrienne like she was some sort of sport for the elf. This meant she did not miss the change, starting visibly. "If you have questions, ask them but I cannot promise to know the answers." Nor tell them.

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"I do not desire to enquire about matters that will not concern me tomorrow or the day after. You seem to be a creature of intelligence with unusual abilities; I need know no more than that."

Fear of the woma barely registered. It was more what the interaction could do to her secrecy. "I come here once every few weeks to see if word has come of a friend of mine. It seems," she paused, glancing at the noticeboard, "That my efforts go on unsuccessful."

Certainly, Gambit's was not a place that Adrienne would, at any other time, choose to frequent.

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River. Adrienne had not seen him for years and yet it was on a whim - scarcely a rumour - that she sought him out now, when there was no one else in this world she felt could be relied upon. "I hope your good luck transfers to me in our meeting then."

The odd, unwavering stare was indeed beginning to get to her, resorting to glaring briefly back at the stranger before it was broken. Childishly, Adrienne took victory that it had been Emura to break the gaze, no matter the reasoning.

The drink that had been delivered by Maelik was taken with a wary smile, unsure whether to accept her lavender tea, pipping hot and warming her cold hands, from a stranger without wondering whether it might be spiked. Still, manners even if she chose not to drink it. "Thank you sir."

The interaction prior to that last sentence could have hardly been called pleasant but that secured that Adrienne would find no friend in Emura Skydancer. Forced curiosity for the sake of secrecy? What a foolish notion, the woman going to stand without ceremony or permission.

"No. I do not. I thought you were human before you declared yourself 'elf'. I do nothing that I do not wish to be returned. I want no questions to be asked of my origins and thus, I ask none of you." Adrienne's manners slipped and although there was a roughness to her accent that suggested she had not grown up in a palace, her wording and sense of awareness was indicative of Emura's earlier suspicions.

It was time to leave before the creature knew more than her given name and status. "Farewell Emura. I cannot say that I hope our paths cross again, for you have not struck a favourable image."

Nevertheless, she curtsied appropriately before beginning to make her way towards the exit with the intention of returning to her current abode.

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To say that Adrienne was lost would be an understatement, and she would happily pointed that out if she had dared to continue telling her tale. However, after the dozenth person had looked at her like she was from another realm - which was the truth - she had retreated from her initial goal of hoping that she could find Faolin by the grace of good fortune. Father Jacob had said that this journey would be hard, but the young woman had not anticipated the difficulty that would face her at the physical end of her journey. She had imagined it rather like a storybook; she would have found her champion, they would rally the people of Emeralia behind them and after a hard fought campaign they would win back the throne from the hands of tyranny. Except it really had not worked out that way

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To say that Adrienne was lost would be an understatement, and she would happily pointed that out if she had dared to continue telling her tale. However, after the dozenth person had looked at her like she was from another realm - which was the truth - she had retreated from her initial goal of hoping that she could find Faolin by the grace of good fortune. Father Jacob had said that this journey would be hard, but the young woman had not anticipated the difficulty that would face her at the physical end of her journey. She had imagined it rather like a storybook; she would have found her champion, they would rally the people of Emeralia behind them and after a hard fought campaign they would win back the throne from the hands of tyranny.

Except it really had not worked out that way. Instead she had found herself slowly losing money to pay for food and lodgings as she traipsed wide-eyed about a city that she could not begin to comprehend, finding refuge in the gardens and less technologically advanced areas in the moments when her resolve was weakest. To go back to the monastery was not an option. Right now though, as she sat sipping at a tasty beverage that she had been told was a milkshake, it was looking like the only choice for the bewildered and worryingly alone princess.

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The waiting staff were not the only ones bewildered by the stranger’s exuberant entrance, though Adrienne seemed more fascinated with the creature’s distinct racial features rather than the fact that he had a hammer for his weapon of choice in a city that she was pretty sure had forgotten about such weaponry.

His announcement broke her internal musings, and the near perfect poise with which she held herself nearly faltered as Adrienne realised it was her being addressed by a total stranger. Did she look that strange, and out of place that this creature – man? – could tell she was highborn with a single glance?

Barely a child grown, Adrienne gaped for a moment before realising that a response was expected, emerald eyes darting to the staff of the little café. They were torn between amusement and confusion at the turn of events, as well as some clearly lamenting the damage that the creature’s hammer might have done to one of their tables.

Every time she had spoken about her quest to find Faolin – the only person she felt she could trust in the whole world – she had been laughed at, but this one was different. Dare she hope for a glimmer of hope amidst the dark days since arriving in the city? Forgetting her milkshake in an instant she stood, and curtsied gracefully before Rhogar, the smile on her lips rueful.

“I am aware, but I had little choice but to come here alone. It is a strange place though, and I cannot say I wish to stay here too long after finding what I came here for.”

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Adrienne smiled at the creature’s awkward self-awareness, hands clasped neatly at the small of her back. The rest of the café had gone relatively quiet, oddly intrigued as to the interaction between the small human looking girl and the draconian, who had burst into the establishment with as much fanfare as one got when entering Canti’s Diner.

“I never said,” she clarified with a small shake of her head, looking up at the startlingly tall creature. “People have taken to calling me delusional when I tell them, so I have made a habit of keeping it quiet. Your… help would be appreciated, Rhogar. You are a warrior?”