Introducing Elizabeth
Much thanks to everyone in capschat who helped me out with developing her!
Basics:
Name: Elizabeth of Clun
Nicknames: None.
Age and DoB: 16; born on St. Elizabeth's Day (November 5)
Gender: Female
Relationship: Single, aside from some flirting with village boys- she has her family to care for and a living to make. She does have a platonic friend, Matthew, who crushes on her, but she doesn't notice.
Occupation/Rank/Title: (Free) peasant. After her father died, she and her mother took positions as servants in the manor in Clun.
Contact Information: bookworm_8957 at hotmail dot com
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Eye Color: Bluish-grey
Hair: Dark red, so that it looks black in some lights. She wears it long, slightly wavy, with bangs. Tied back with a strip of linen while she's working.
Distinguishing features: A burn scar on her right palm.
Played by: Melissa George.
Style: Her style isn't that distinctive; she wears what she can afford, though she likes blue, since it brings out her eyes. She has a slight lisp left over from childhood, which comes out at inopportune times. When out travelling (i.e. to the marketplace) she wears a hood over her head to hide her hair and face- she knows the danger a good-looking girl is in if she catches a guard's fancy.
Personality:
Elizabeth's mother advises her to keep her head down and out of trouble; she takes the advice for the good of her family, even though she longs to talk back when the Sheriff gives out a paticularily odious command. She loved her father dearly, but doesn't have the same relationship with her mother; she inherited so much of her father's idealism that their personalities are incompatible. She loves her family, but sometimes feels angry at being tied down with them rather than starting her own life. Her world is too small for her; she suffocates in it.
Though she isn't overly religious, she does believe in the Crusaders' cause, and wanted to join them. She envisions it as a glorious quest to defeat the barbarian Saracens; the reality of war hasn't struck home to her. Because of this, she holds her employer in high regard, even though she's never had a real conversation with him. She despises people who sit by in times of trouble; she's got a strong social conscience, and will jump in whenever she thinks someone needs help. Because of this, Robin and his gang are her heroes; they are everything she dreams of being. This aggravates her mother, who thinks that the best course of action is keeping one's head down and avoiding attention. Still, Elizabeth's fondest dream is to be like Robin and his gang- riding in on horseback to rescue those in peril.
Her worldview is very black-and-white; the idea of Crusaders disliking each other (or supporting the Sheriff) simply isn't something that has occured to her. For the same reason, she's never really thought about the implications of Robin being allied with a Saracen. Even though she is enamoured by the chivalric ideal of the Crusade, the politics of it (and of the struggle for the throne) hold no interest for her. Her main concern is the Sheriff's actions as they affect the people of Nottingham, and for this reason, she respects Robin above Nico, even though they both fought overseas- Robin is continuing the "good fight" here.
Despite her lack of faith she goes to church when it's required, prays appropriately, and confesses to the priest. She doesn't find much comfort in religion; it seems to be just another bunch of restrictions to her. What she really wants is the freedom to explore and see new things. For this reason, she envies the Crusaders, and was only kept from accompanying them by her mother's order. Instead, she trudges to the market every week, cleans the manor, watches the children, and longs for something different.
Background:
Hometown: Clun
Family: Father Roger of Clun, deceased; mother, Joan of Clun, living; brother Ned of Clun, living; brother John of Clun, living; sister Agnes of Clun, living. (The siblings are all younger- 8, 5, and 2 respectively)
History:
Her parents were an odd match for everyone who knew them; plain, hardheaded Joan marrying the endlessly dreaming Roger. Unfortunately for them, this only became clear after they were married, when Joan quickly tired of urging her husband onto mundane tasks while he preferred wild plans that would never come to fruition. Elizabeth was the second child born into this less-than-harmonious household- the first, Mary, died in infancy. She was her father's daughter from an early age, frequently getting into spats with her mother. However, when Roger died of pneumonia, she was left as her mother's right hand in caring for the smaller children and supporting the family.
Elizabeth was eleven when the Crusaders left for the Holy Land, and she wanted more than anything to tag along. To her, Robin is a glamorous figure; having travelled all over the world (in her eyes) and stood up to the Sheriff, he is something of a hero to her. Her mother's position on the subject was that going against the Sheriff was suicidal insanity, and forbade Elizbeth from having anything to do with them or their associates. (Joan also disapproves of Marian, just because she's caused trouble in the past- Elizabeth, naturally, adores her.) Still, Elizabeth dreams of becoming an outlaw and joining the fight against the Sheriff.
Anything else?
She brings two NPCs with her (Matthew and Joan)- five if you count her younger sibs. I don't mind anyone playing them.
Writing Sample:
There were shrieks outside, and Elizabeth ran to the door to see what the matter was. The children were all out; Ned and John were running towards the wall as fast as their legs could carry them, with Agnes toddling behind. There was a whizzing noise and a soft thump, as a arrow landed in the ground before Elizabeth's astonished eyes. There was a meat pie skewered on it; she seized in and tucked it into her apron before anyone else could grab it. The children were now pointing as well as shouting; shading her eyes, she looked up, and saw two men standing on the hill, bows in hand. They were grinning; one of the turned towards the other side of the hill and shouted something something she couldn't hear. The other man kept shooting, and another two arrows landed in front of the house.
Elizabeth didn't realize that her mother had left the house as well until she felt someone grab her arm and yank her arm. Her mother's lips were pressed together in a scowl. "Ned! John! Get in this instant! Elizabeth, go and get your sister."
"They're bringing food! Look-" Elizabeth unwrapped the meat pie. Her mother seized it and tossed it back into the cottage. "The Sheriff'll be furious, and who do you think will be punished for it? Get in the house!"
The shrieks from the children turned to screams, and Elizabeth spun around to see what was happening. One of the men had an arrow in his arm, and was kneeling on the ground. The other ran to him, and pulled him to his feet; they disappeared ovther the other side of the hill. Elizabeth grabbed Agnes- who had run back towards the cottage when the screaming started- and shoved her back inside the door. The boys came running, and ducked under Elizabeth's arm into the house. She slammed the door, and hastily fumbled with the lock. It wouldn't do much good in the event of an attack- the door could easily be kicked in if someone was determined to open it- but it made the little ones feel more secure. She slumped against the wall with a sigh. Lying at her feet was the meat pie that the men had given them.
Basics:
Name: Elizabeth of Clun
Nicknames: None.
Age and DoB: 16; born on St. Elizabeth's Day (November 5)
Gender: Female
Relationship: Single, aside from some flirting with village boys- she has her family to care for and a living to make. She does have a platonic friend, Matthew, who crushes on her, but she doesn't notice.
Occupation/Rank/Title: (Free) peasant. After her father died, she and her mother took positions as servants in the manor in Clun.
Contact Information: bookworm_8957 at hotmail dot com
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Eye Color: Bluish-grey
Hair: Dark red, so that it looks black in some lights. She wears it long, slightly wavy, with bangs. Tied back with a strip of linen while she's working.
Distinguishing features: A burn scar on her right palm.
Played by: Melissa George.
Style: Her style isn't that distinctive; she wears what she can afford, though she likes blue, since it brings out her eyes. She has a slight lisp left over from childhood, which comes out at inopportune times. When out travelling (i.e. to the marketplace) she wears a hood over her head to hide her hair and face- she knows the danger a good-looking girl is in if she catches a guard's fancy.
Personality:
Elizabeth's mother advises her to keep her head down and out of trouble; she takes the advice for the good of her family, even though she longs to talk back when the Sheriff gives out a paticularily odious command. She loved her father dearly, but doesn't have the same relationship with her mother; she inherited so much of her father's idealism that their personalities are incompatible. She loves her family, but sometimes feels angry at being tied down with them rather than starting her own life. Her world is too small for her; she suffocates in it.
Though she isn't overly religious, she does believe in the Crusaders' cause, and wanted to join them. She envisions it as a glorious quest to defeat the barbarian Saracens; the reality of war hasn't struck home to her. Because of this, she holds her employer in high regard, even though she's never had a real conversation with him. She despises people who sit by in times of trouble; she's got a strong social conscience, and will jump in whenever she thinks someone needs help. Because of this, Robin and his gang are her heroes; they are everything she dreams of being. This aggravates her mother, who thinks that the best course of action is keeping one's head down and avoiding attention. Still, Elizabeth's fondest dream is to be like Robin and his gang- riding in on horseback to rescue those in peril.
Her worldview is very black-and-white; the idea of Crusaders disliking each other (or supporting the Sheriff) simply isn't something that has occured to her. For the same reason, she's never really thought about the implications of Robin being allied with a Saracen. Even though she is enamoured by the chivalric ideal of the Crusade, the politics of it (and of the struggle for the throne) hold no interest for her. Her main concern is the Sheriff's actions as they affect the people of Nottingham, and for this reason, she respects Robin above Nico, even though they both fought overseas- Robin is continuing the "good fight" here.
Despite her lack of faith she goes to church when it's required, prays appropriately, and confesses to the priest. She doesn't find much comfort in religion; it seems to be just another bunch of restrictions to her. What she really wants is the freedom to explore and see new things. For this reason, she envies the Crusaders, and was only kept from accompanying them by her mother's order. Instead, she trudges to the market every week, cleans the manor, watches the children, and longs for something different.
Background:
Hometown: Clun
Family: Father Roger of Clun, deceased; mother, Joan of Clun, living; brother Ned of Clun, living; brother John of Clun, living; sister Agnes of Clun, living. (The siblings are all younger- 8, 5, and 2 respectively)
History:
Her parents were an odd match for everyone who knew them; plain, hardheaded Joan marrying the endlessly dreaming Roger. Unfortunately for them, this only became clear after they were married, when Joan quickly tired of urging her husband onto mundane tasks while he preferred wild plans that would never come to fruition. Elizabeth was the second child born into this less-than-harmonious household- the first, Mary, died in infancy. She was her father's daughter from an early age, frequently getting into spats with her mother. However, when Roger died of pneumonia, she was left as her mother's right hand in caring for the smaller children and supporting the family.
Elizabeth was eleven when the Crusaders left for the Holy Land, and she wanted more than anything to tag along. To her, Robin is a glamorous figure; having travelled all over the world (in her eyes) and stood up to the Sheriff, he is something of a hero to her. Her mother's position on the subject was that going against the Sheriff was suicidal insanity, and forbade Elizbeth from having anything to do with them or their associates. (Joan also disapproves of Marian, just because she's caused trouble in the past- Elizabeth, naturally, adores her.) Still, Elizabeth dreams of becoming an outlaw and joining the fight against the Sheriff.
Anything else?
She brings two NPCs with her (Matthew and Joan)- five if you count her younger sibs. I don't mind anyone playing them.
Writing Sample:
There were shrieks outside, and Elizabeth ran to the door to see what the matter was. The children were all out; Ned and John were running towards the wall as fast as their legs could carry them, with Agnes toddling behind. There was a whizzing noise and a soft thump, as a arrow landed in the ground before Elizabeth's astonished eyes. There was a meat pie skewered on it; she seized in and tucked it into her apron before anyone else could grab it. The children were now pointing as well as shouting; shading her eyes, she looked up, and saw two men standing on the hill, bows in hand. They were grinning; one of the turned towards the other side of the hill and shouted something something she couldn't hear. The other man kept shooting, and another two arrows landed in front of the house.
Elizabeth didn't realize that her mother had left the house as well until she felt someone grab her arm and yank her arm. Her mother's lips were pressed together in a scowl. "Ned! John! Get in this instant! Elizabeth, go and get your sister."
"They're bringing food! Look-" Elizabeth unwrapped the meat pie. Her mother seized it and tossed it back into the cottage. "The Sheriff'll be furious, and who do you think will be punished for it? Get in the house!"
The shrieks from the children turned to screams, and Elizabeth spun around to see what was happening. One of the men had an arrow in his arm, and was kneeling on the ground. The other ran to him, and pulled him to his feet; they disappeared ovther the other side of the hill. Elizabeth grabbed Agnes- who had run back towards the cottage when the screaming started- and shoved her back inside the door. The boys came running, and ducked under Elizabeth's arm into the house. She slammed the door, and hastily fumbled with the lock. It wouldn't do much good in the event of an attack- the door could easily be kicked in if someone was determined to open it- but it made the little ones feel more secure. She slumped against the wall with a sigh. Lying at her feet was the meat pie that the men had given them.