Description
Aran stands at 5'3" (totally dwarfed by Aksel) and is definetely a Bellesmore - the royal family is known for their looks. With large emerald-green eyes set wide in a heart-shaped, rounded, now-slightly-tanned face, with full lips always crooked in a smile and a small, slightly upturned nose. She has absolute masses of wavy red hair that fall between her shoulder blades and her figure is slim and curvy with a moderate bust. Most of her height is made up of her legs.
Personality
If Aran wants something, you can bet she'll get it. Hotheaded and extremely outgoing, she's always trying to make friends with the slaves, much to the disapproval of her peers... if they knew. A childlike naivety and innocence pervades and percolates her, of an extreme amount usually only found in, well, children. She is easily entertained and will try anything once, as well as the fact that it doesn't take much to make her laugh. Aran is playful, and she's always up for a challenge. She has her "projects" to entertain her.
Equipment
Doesn't carry any weapons or anything specifically; only equipment might be changes of clothes. She has a wagon full of supplies and a carriage to go around in.
History
Arianna Jecelyn Bellesmere was born as the first child of a first child of a first child, and a princess to boot. She, like all the other firstborns of firstborns, had to live with the curse: being possessed by the gods of Rantamore, the flat world with one known continent: Xzar, and one supposedly mythical one, Artin, whenever the gods felt like checking in on the world, as they cannot do so without a vessel.
You see, in the beginning, the goddess of creation, Feloia, created Rantamore and everything on it. But when she finally got around to creating two people of each race so that they could reproduce, she was exhausted. So Feloia put an essence of herself in their veins, blood of Feloia that would be passed down to each couple's firstborn child. The tradition continued on through the generations, but many firstborns have died out. It is believed that there are only a few firstborns left, and Aran and her mother are two of them.
Anyways. When Aran was around seventeen, a peculiar slave named Aksel (played by Lady Ananas) came around. He was strange in more than just his looks, and he attracted Aran like a fly to honey. Eventually they, with a group of close friend-slaves, put her father under the ruse that she would be studying abroad, and he agreed. Instead, they ran away for freedom and are currently staying Ntelgm, a city known for its crime and all around "evil", a place where no one recognizes the princess. But there's some scandal about an organization called the New Gods, and it's got them all worried... well, at least Aran.
Not even twenty-four hours after she gets her first hangover, Aran's having issues again when a water goddess invades her personal space and confronts her "Big Blue Teddy Bear", a half-dragon by the name of Aksel. But out of this confrontation, Aksel's previously unknown father, Midgar, comes again to Rantamore - but is it to wreak havoc and burn and pillage, or is it to see his only son?
To be continued when RP is finished.
To be continued when her current RP is finished.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!