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» God(dess): Andromache
» Reference: Mortal Women of the Trojan War: Andromache, Wikipedia, The Iliad; Homer, The Troades; Seneca, Amores I.9; Ovid
» Family: {mother & father} Eetion & unnamed wife ; {spouse} Hector
» Played By: Jennifer Connelly
» Human Alias: Adrianna Troas
» Human Age: 21
» Fitting in: Secretary of Theseus ♥
» History:
Andromache, for the entirety of her existence (so far), has lived the life of royalty. She was born and raised in the city of Cilician Thebe, the city her father ruled over, the only daughter amongst Eetion's seven (or eight, no one can agree) sons. It can mostly be assumed that Andromache was the apple of his eye and as, as the only girl, was spoiled terribly as she grew up. Her demands were constantly met (although she never asked for anything more than silly, pretty things) and the doting ways of her family were all she ever really knew, or cared about. Her seven/eight brothers most likely gave her a permanent wall of muscle to hide behind but influenced her tougher side. She did not roughhouse with them and she was not in the slightest bit a tom-boy, but their boy-ish tempers did rub off on her and, on occasion, she gave them a piece of her mind... in a tone of voice probably louder than necessary. Her sugar coated childhood encouraged outspokenness in her and fooled her into thinking that the world would always and forever revolve around her.
Marriage changed things, but not a great deal, as she went from one royal city to another, this one was bigger... and richer. Here the family was bigger, much, much bigger, and it turned out that seven/eight brothers weren’t many. The Trojans seemed to be very family orientated, which couldn't have been that hard considering the size of the family, and Andromache found herself not being in the centre of every circle. Of course, being wife to the favourite son of Priam was a huge ego boost, but the man who essentially brought her whatever fame she has today was far more important than that, as she found herself very much in love. Hector was a knight in shining bronze armour, literally, and Andromache, now a proud young woman around the age of sixteen, was completely besotted with him. He gave her attention, shiny things to wear, things that she had received from her family and more. She found herself almost living an adventure in Troy, taken aback by the brilliance of it all. Life couldn't have gotten any better.
But it could get a lot worse. Andromache had never been directly affected by war before Troy - when her father and brothers were killed by the Myrmidons she was already married to Hector and living in Troy, news such as the attack of Cilician Thebe would have travelled slowly, if at all - and so the adjustments she had to make were vast. Suddenly she feared for the life of her husband, an entirely new feeling in that she had never feared for anyone's life before having had no reason to ever do so - even with reason to have that kind of fear for someone, in the past the only person she would have been concerned about would have been herself - and for the lives of her brothers-in-law. Life so far from the home she was raised in caused Andromache to grow stronger attachments to her new family, living with Hector showing her how important family should be. Andromache's worry over whether her husband would return after each day of fighting did not make her brave exterior change however, and before battle se would remain with him for as long as possible, her position as his loyal wife never changing: [Hector from Andromache's embrace went to arms, and it was his wife who placed his helmet upon his head. [1]]
Of course, life is never too cruel or too complicated and soon there was a bouncing baby boy in the picture. This interpretation of Andromache has been pulled from her previous life around the time of Astyanax's first birthday. She is deeply concerned and annoyed that she couldn't give him her present B|
» Weaknesses:
The introduction of Astyanax into Andromache's life softened her, in some aspects, a great deal, her natural mothering instincts kicking in with vengeance. This softening towards her husband and child caused Andromache's reaction to other parts of life to be more extreme threats and annoyances in her life less likely to be tolerated in the household whilst her husband was in battle during the day. Andromache has quite the temper when she has call to have one, though for the most part she remains as polite as possible, which only really means she doesn't resort to crude language or throwing glasses. The usual stuff can generally calm her back down again, family mush, chocolate etc. but after she has lost her temper once her fuse will be shorter for the rest of the day. Whilst on her own, however, or in the sole company of her child and his nurse, she would let her guard down where no one could see her - [Courageous mother admits no fears. [2]] - [With one nursemaid and her small child, she stood upon the tower of Ilium, in tears, bemoaning what she saw. [3]] - mourning the impending loss of the world she loved so much . These emotions were only ever revealed to Hector (the only of the household staff she would lose face in front of were those she was closer to) and her brave face remained intact when speaking with other wives of soldiers and family members.
Now, when I say she softened with Hector and Astyanax, I'm talking mush. Gooey, fluffy, almost unbearable mush. The two were her entire world, they defined her as a princess, wife and mother, and they are pretty much the sole keys to her deeper emotions. Since the two have been a part of her life, there is no chance in her mind that she can ever be happy without them and for that reason she will fight, bleed and die for them, should the need to arise. They are most likely the only two people who will give her reason to have an actually violent reaction to something. If something happened to either of them she wouldn't know what she would do and she doesn't think she would be able to carry on life without them.
Andromache has a tendency to be somewhat irrational, judgemental and proud. Once she starts losing composure that's it, her logic flies out the window at lightning speed and only returns when someone points out just how daft she is being. She can get a little defensive of this, awkward around a person who point out her flaws, and begins to lose her temper, thus losing her rationality. Again. It's a vicious circle. Her irrationality tends to go hand in hand with her more judgemental side. Sure, it's all love and smiles when she likes you, but if she is given the slightest reason to suspect someone they will be damned to her bad books until they prove themselves innocent. Her pride comes with her royal upbringing and notable ties and, with her habit of judging people harshly, she tends to be able to hold grudges for long amounts of time. She doesn't forget insults easily.
When it comes to that godly glass of reason, for Andromache is it usually half empty. She views things from a more realistic approach, lacking in hope when she realises which side the odds are stacked against - [50,000 Greeks did not cross the sea to watch your brother fight. You know this. [4]]. This generally shows her attitude in a more defeatist light and her directness when assessing situations means she can often come across as quite cold and lacking in empathy. With more delicate areas of the Trojan War, e.g. Cassandra's madness, she tends to tip-toe around addressing them as she does, in part, recognise the problems being so direct could potentially cause.
» Personality:
Andromache is essentially a magpie. A motherly magpie. She adores shiny, pretty things that in turn make her look pretty and they lend themselves to be good distractions when she is in a bad mood. She is also a natural mother, although she is still learning being relatively new to the concept, and is the kind of woman who would pass a push-chair and its repective mother in the street and stop to coo at the child inside it. She loves children and doesn't care what people think of her whilst she is entertaining them as a child cannot entirely enjoy itself when the adult with them is being a snob. The way in which children love unconditionally is another attachment Andromache has to them - "Mother is god in the eyes of a child" and all that - as it gives her a sense of security in that Astyanax will love her no matter what (at least, she prays so).
When in a nicer sort of mood, she is a polite person with a smile to brighten the day of anyone she is friendly or neutral with. Being the wife of Hector, Andromache can also be quite the diplomat. In short, she recognises that the Greek soldiers fighting in the war were there only as soldiers, doing their jobs, and she has no hatred towards them for that. For this reason she only has reason to be civil towards the Greeks, unless, of course, someone has the audacity to imply offence to her family.
» Sample Roleplay:
Had Andromache been a foot or two lesser in height with the mentality of her seven year old son, she may have pressed her nose against the glass. She may have pressed her nose against the glass and sighed, leaving two mismatched circles of condensation where her warm breath had hit the cold surface. She would have pouted, stuck out her tongue, and whined about the barrier between herself and the glittering artefact before her. She would have stamped her foot and demanded the silly little paper tag giving it a price be removed. She would have taken it home, cradled it in her hands, worn it with extreme pride and boasted its cost and worth.
Andromache was not a seven year old princess any more.
She could not have what she wanted at the click of a finger or the trembling of her bottom lip. Now she had to pay, with tiny stretches of strange parchment that apparently represented something of worth. Now, she had to earn money and pay for jewellery. She could not wear exotic stones from distant lands nor swan around in expensive fabrics. There were no servants or slaves to dress her, nor cooks to feed her. No husband to spoil her.
For the first time in her life, Andromache had to stand on her own two feet. For the first time in her life, Andromache was no different from anyone else.
» References: (Wikipedia style >.>)
1. Amores I.9 (35); Ovid
2. Troades (588); Seneca
3. The Iliad VI (375); Homer
4. Troy (2004)
» God(dess): Andromache
» Reference: Mortal Women of the Trojan War: Andromache, Wikipedia, The Iliad; Homer, The Troades; Seneca, Amores I.9; Ovid
» Family: {mother & father} Eetion & unnamed wife ; {spouse} Hector
» Played By: Jennifer Connelly
» Human Alias: Adrianna Troas
» Human Age: 21
» Fitting in: Secretary of Theseus ♥
» History:
Andromache, for the entirety of her existence (so far), has lived the life of royalty. She was born and raised in the city of Cilician Thebe, the city her father ruled over, the only daughter amongst Eetion's seven (or eight, no one can agree) sons. It can mostly be assumed that Andromache was the apple of his eye and as, as the only girl, was spoiled terribly as she grew up. Her demands were constantly met (although she never asked for anything more than silly, pretty things) and the doting ways of her family were all she ever really knew, or cared about. Her seven/eight brothers most likely gave her a permanent wall of muscle to hide behind but influenced her tougher side. She did not roughhouse with them and she was not in the slightest bit a tom-boy, but their boy-ish tempers did rub off on her and, on occasion, she gave them a piece of her mind... in a tone of voice probably louder than necessary. Her sugar coated childhood encouraged outspokenness in her and fooled her into thinking that the world would always and forever revolve around her.
Marriage changed things, but not a great deal, as she went from one royal city to another, this one was bigger... and richer. Here the family was bigger, much, much bigger, and it turned out that seven/eight brothers weren’t many. The Trojans seemed to be very family orientated, which couldn't have been that hard considering the size of the family, and Andromache found herself not being in the centre of every circle. Of course, being wife to the favourite son of Priam was a huge ego boost, but the man who essentially brought her whatever fame she has today was far more important than that, as she found herself very much in love. Hector was a knight in shining bronze armour, literally, and Andromache, now a proud young woman around the age of sixteen, was completely besotted with him. He gave her attention, shiny things to wear, things that she had received from her family and more. She found herself almost living an adventure in Troy, taken aback by the brilliance of it all. Life couldn't have gotten any better.
But it could get a lot worse. Andromache had never been directly affected by war before Troy - when her father and brothers were killed by the Myrmidons she was already married to Hector and living in Troy, news such as the attack of Cilician Thebe would have travelled slowly, if at all - and so the adjustments she had to make were vast. Suddenly she feared for the life of her husband, an entirely new feeling in that she had never feared for anyone's life before having had no reason to ever do so - even with reason to have that kind of fear for someone, in the past the only person she would have been concerned about would have been herself - and for the lives of her brothers-in-law. Life so far from the home she was raised in caused Andromache to grow stronger attachments to her new family, living with Hector showing her how important family should be. Andromache's worry over whether her husband would return after each day of fighting did not make her brave exterior change however, and before battle se would remain with him for as long as possible, her position as his loyal wife never changing: [Hector from Andromache's embrace went to arms, and it was his wife who placed his helmet upon his head. [1]]
Of course, life is never too cruel or too complicated and soon there was a bouncing baby boy in the picture. This interpretation of Andromache has been pulled from her previous life around the time of Astyanax's first birthday. She is deeply concerned and annoyed that she couldn't give him her present B|
» Weaknesses:
The introduction of Astyanax into Andromache's life softened her, in some aspects, a great deal, her natural mothering instincts kicking in with vengeance. This softening towards her husband and child caused Andromache's reaction to other parts of life to be more extreme threats and annoyances in her life less likely to be tolerated in the household whilst her husband was in battle during the day. Andromache has quite the temper when she has call to have one, though for the most part she remains as polite as possible, which only really means she doesn't resort to crude language or throwing glasses. The usual stuff can generally calm her back down again, family mush, chocolate etc. but after she has lost her temper once her fuse will be shorter for the rest of the day. Whilst on her own, however, or in the sole company of her child and his nurse, she would let her guard down where no one could see her - [Courageous mother admits no fears. [2]] - [With one nursemaid and her small child, she stood upon the tower of Ilium, in tears, bemoaning what she saw. [3]] - mourning the impending loss of the world she loved so much . These emotions were only ever revealed to Hector (the only of the household staff she would lose face in front of were those she was closer to) and her brave face remained intact when speaking with other wives of soldiers and family members.
Now, when I say she softened with Hector and Astyanax, I'm talking mush. Gooey, fluffy, almost unbearable mush. The two were her entire world, they defined her as a princess, wife and mother, and they are pretty much the sole keys to her deeper emotions. Since the two have been a part of her life, there is no chance in her mind that she can ever be happy without them and for that reason she will fight, bleed and die for them, should the need to arise. They are most likely the only two people who will give her reason to have an actually violent reaction to something. If something happened to either of them she wouldn't know what she would do and she doesn't think she would be able to carry on life without them.
Andromache has a tendency to be somewhat irrational, judgemental and proud. Once she starts losing composure that's it, her logic flies out the window at lightning speed and only returns when someone points out just how daft she is being. She can get a little defensive of this, awkward around a person who point out her flaws, and begins to lose her temper, thus losing her rationality. Again. It's a vicious circle. Her irrationality tends to go hand in hand with her more judgemental side. Sure, it's all love and smiles when she likes you, but if she is given the slightest reason to suspect someone they will be damned to her bad books until they prove themselves innocent. Her pride comes with her royal upbringing and notable ties and, with her habit of judging people harshly, she tends to be able to hold grudges for long amounts of time. She doesn't forget insults easily.
When it comes to that godly glass of reason, for Andromache is it usually half empty. She views things from a more realistic approach, lacking in hope when she realises which side the odds are stacked against - [50,000 Greeks did not cross the sea to watch your brother fight. You know this. [4]]. This generally shows her attitude in a more defeatist light and her directness when assessing situations means she can often come across as quite cold and lacking in empathy. With more delicate areas of the Trojan War, e.g. Cassandra's madness, she tends to tip-toe around addressing them as she does, in part, recognise the problems being so direct could potentially cause.
» Personality:
Andromache is essentially a magpie. A motherly magpie. She adores shiny, pretty things that in turn make her look pretty and they lend themselves to be good distractions when she is in a bad mood. She is also a natural mother, although she is still learning being relatively new to the concept, and is the kind of woman who would pass a push-chair and its repective mother in the street and stop to coo at the child inside it. She loves children and doesn't care what people think of her whilst she is entertaining them as a child cannot entirely enjoy itself when the adult with them is being a snob. The way in which children love unconditionally is another attachment Andromache has to them - "Mother is god in the eyes of a child" and all that - as it gives her a sense of security in that Astyanax will love her no matter what (at least, she prays so).
When in a nicer sort of mood, she is a polite person with a smile to brighten the day of anyone she is friendly or neutral with. Being the wife of Hector, Andromache can also be quite the diplomat. In short, she recognises that the Greek soldiers fighting in the war were there only as soldiers, doing their jobs, and she has no hatred towards them for that. For this reason she only has reason to be civil towards the Greeks, unless, of course, someone has the audacity to imply offence to her family.
» Sample Roleplay:
Had Andromache been a foot or two lesser in height with the mentality of her seven year old son, she may have pressed her nose against the glass. She may have pressed her nose against the glass and sighed, leaving two mismatched circles of condensation where her warm breath had hit the cold surface. She would have pouted, stuck out her tongue, and whined about the barrier between herself and the glittering artefact before her. She would have stamped her foot and demanded the silly little paper tag giving it a price be removed. She would have taken it home, cradled it in her hands, worn it with extreme pride and boasted its cost and worth.
Andromache was not a seven year old princess any more.
She could not have what she wanted at the click of a finger or the trembling of her bottom lip. Now she had to pay, with tiny stretches of strange parchment that apparently represented something of worth. Now, she had to earn money and pay for jewellery. She could not wear exotic stones from distant lands nor swan around in expensive fabrics. There were no servants or slaves to dress her, nor cooks to feed her. No husband to spoil her.
For the first time in her life, Andromache had to stand on her own two feet. For the first time in her life, Andromache was no different from anyone else.
» References: (Wikipedia style >.>)
1. Amores I.9 (35); Ovid
2. Troades (588); Seneca
3. The Iliad VI (375); Homer
4. Troy (2004)