User Tag List

Results 1 to 5 of 5

Thread: Karenna Caldoran

  1. #1
    House Caldoran Karenna Caldoran's Avatar  

    Join Date
    Jan 2012
    Location
    Heather's Moor
    Posts
    109
    Mentioned
    12 Post(s)
    Tagged
    0 Thread(s)

    Karenna Caldoran

    Player: Mora
    Contact: rhiara.dloroc@gmail.com
    Character Name: Karenna Caldoran
    Character Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Birthday: May 12, 199
    Current Location: Heather's Moor, Castle Taldorach
    House: Caldoran
    Crest Appearance:


    House Description/History:

    [House Description: Credit to Robin, writer of Kieren Caldoran, House Caldoran Creator]

    A House with it's beginnings in it's very name, the Duchy was given to Almos Caldoran, and when allowed to name it, he chose the most lovely name he knew, that of his only heir, Heather. Called Heather's Moor, it passed to her, her spouse adopting the name Caldoran as a mark of favor and respect. Since that time, generations upon generations of Caldorans have added to the city of Heather's Moor, and castle that bear their banner, that of a lion, gold, on green and purple. Their House Motto, Action not words, ironically, speaks volumes to their manner. A House of focus and drive, they have forged out a goodly existence in the wilds of deep forests, with their Castle, Taldorach, a fantastical creation, spanning a small tributary, called Caldoran's Branch, of The Darnelle River. Never sacked, the castle is surrounded by walls, towers, a hunting park, and deep, large gardens, providing fall back positions as needed for defenders. The river has large movable iron gates both up and downstream, to prevent ships without proper passage rights, from getting too close. Also downriver is the town, where all trade ceases from moving upstream, as a rule. Pleasure barges, moderate sized supply boats, and small private craft are about all that can navigate Caldoran's Branch.

    Known for lumber and trade, their city, walled and fortified, is acknowledged for safe passage, and well tended architecture, a meeting ground of several trade routes, coin changes hands swiftly here, right alongside information and ideas. Largely insulated from the outside world by the thick deep forests, Heather's Moor is only reached by caravans or large numbers, by two main roads, or by the river.

    Called The Hospitable House as a nod to their famed hunting parties, the Castle Taldorach has many times hosted the elite of the kingdom for week long celebrations and engagements. Loyal to the crown, they are iron clad in their support of the crown.



    Played By/Face Claim: Alexandra Dadario





    Appearance:
    You might not immediately notice her. The least remarkable of five daughters is quiet, and tends to stay in the background. She doesn’t talk just to hear herself, and she doesn’t dress with the intent of drawing the eye, wearing plainer clothing than that of her sisters, though her understated gowns are still well-made, as befits her station as a sister of the Duke. Feminine curves and a slender 5’ 7” frame are evident beneath the rich colored wrappings she’s generally attired in, but she does next to nothing to highlight them, wearing conservative cuts and leaving the seamstresses to determine the structure of her clothes. In general she wears very little jewelry, unless her sisters and her grandmother spend the effort to get her to put some on for an occasion - in which case she’ll wear it to avoid argument. The piece she can be seen wearing most often is an old, plain silver ring that belonged to her grandfather, on a simple black cord, worn as a necklace. The cord is long enough that the whole thing is usually concealed by high necklines.

    If you should find this girl in the background, you might notice the dark brown waves that tumble down past her shoulders to her upper back, when left out of a simple braid or plait, and the warm, lightly tanned complexion that mark her as a Caldoran, even if her personality does not. But her bright blue eyes stand out as her most striking feature. Those eyes often speak for her when her lips are silent, saying everything and nothing, behind those melancholy hues there is a great deal of depth but she opens those windows for no one.


    Personality:
    When you have as few as three daughters and as many as five, people - parents included - start classifying them by the quality they feel shines the brightest. Karenna doesn’t stand out as the smart one, the pretty one, the funny one, or the sweet one. She’s often referred to as “the other one”.

    Karenna is the least social of the children, preferring to spend time alone in the outdoors, or playing with her niece, rather than spending time with groups of people. She feels she doesn’t have much to contribute to the niceties of small talk, being less charming and interesting than the small collection of Caldorans who are her sisters. That isn’t to say she is mean - unless she feels the need to be, or if she sees the opportunity to use sarcasm and less-than-charming talk to rid herself of unwanted company. Her smiles and laughter come most easily in Camberlie’s company, and are generally harder to come by when she’s among the rest of the family.

    Even though her relationships with the majority of her siblings haven’t been the closest, that does not mean that she wouldn’t bleed for them, or help them when they need her. She would do whatever she could to protect them, and she feels that they’d do the same for her, that is very much a part of their definition of what family is. Whatever disagreements they have, or negative feedback she gets, or a million bloody comparisons sayings he falls short of her more perfect sisters, she won’t forget that.

    She doesn’t care to get married. She’s decided that by the time her brother makes arrangements for her four sisters, she’ll be old, and since she’s not desirable now, she definitely will not be as an old maid. As long as she can have her time out in the woods and on the moors, and with her niece, she can live with that. Besides, it saves her the trouble of trying to impress a man = she doesn’t have a good track record when it comes to impressing anyone, even the woman who birthed her, so she’d rather not try.

    In fact, she’s given up trying to impress anyone all together. She’s found the effort isn’t worth it. If her parents could speak from the grave, they’d continue to find fault with her. She’s accepted her role as the mediocre child. As such, she doesn’t compete with her sisters for attention from anyone, and even dresses more plainly, as she has become comfortable as the mostly invisible sister, or just another person in the background.


    Personal History:

    From the beginning, Karenna felt unwanted.

    The youngest of five girls, and six children, was followed roughly two years later by the child that Teruss and Geneva had been trying for: the baby boy who would be called Kelwes, a second male heir should their beloved firstborn fail. She had been tiny, when she heard the maids talking about it, about how she was supposed to be a boy, and how her lady mother’s face had faltered for a moment before thanking the gods for a healthy child, and how her father did much of the same thing upon hearing the news. Some people had gone as far to say that he had been cursed to bear naught but women after Kieren, as the price of some sin.

    The little girl worked hard to earn their love, feeling even before she could speak, that something was off, but as she tried and grew, so too did her baby brother. He was a good child, deserving of as much love and affection as any innocent babe, and Karenna would never begrudge him that - for she loved him, too. But she couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her, that she should receive so little attention. Her older sisters didn’t seem to desire it as much, relationships having been forged in times when each of them shone like the sun in their parents’ universe, and they all were close to each other. Karenna felt like an outsider. Like she was looking in at this family through a window, instead of actually being a part of it.

    This lack of attention and invisibility drove her to work to be the best in anything she did, but she always seemed to fall short, earning comparisons to this sister or that sister, from her parents. Kelwas was more sensitive to things like that. He’d give her a look that seemed to say ‘Don’t pay attention.’

    Her grandfather was her quiet champion. Like Kelwas, he wasn’t oblivious to how she was feeling. He always had a kind word for her and time for her. He’d take her on outings about the Moor with her younger brother, and teach her about the forests and river surrounding their castle, and how to hunt within their lands. Anything he saw fit to teach Kelwas, he included her in (the use of a shortsword instead of a longsword, which was deemed too heavy for her).

    She was nine years old when he died. The loss was felt keenly, he was her grandfather but also her closest friend save Kelwas.

    The following year, her parents were killed in a the bloody massacre at West Ridge Run. Karenna wasn’t there, but that wasn’t a surprise, as she wasn’t one of the daughters they would’ve liked to take with them. Everyone seemed to pull together after that happened, her older brother came home after being away for the better part of the last five years. Aunts and Uncles and her Grandmother and her older sisters seemed to realize she existed, in the effort to spread comfort to each of the souls who had experienced this loss. Eventually, the old order of things returned for the most part, where her sisters were concerned, and she lost Kelwas to his turn at being fostered away from home. Her older brother, as busy as he was with all the new responsibilities thrust upon him, and her older sister - who took upon herself much of her mother’s duties - did not forget her existence when the mourners and well-wishers crawled back into the woodwork.

    But remembering that she was part of the family didn’t do a lot to make her feel like one of them. Yes she was a Caldoran, but she still felt that she existed at the edge of everything. Mostly, she kept to herself, and preferred to fill most of the time not spent with lessons - both courtly and scholarly - on solitary activities, reading, riding, practicing archery, even making mediocre embroidery as her grandmother insists it is the ladylike thing to do - and apparently Karenna needed to do more of that. Dinners were spent with the family, and as much as she hated getting her stitching compared to her more capable sisters, her grandmother made a habit of that past-time being done with all the sisters together, where they could talk about “lady” things if they wanted. Karenna was mostly quiet, not feeling she had anything of interest to say, but sometimes they’d try to pull her into the conversation. ‘Isn’t Kalissa’s stitching lovely?’ ‘Isn’t Kieren’s squire handsome?’

    When she was fourteen baby Camberlie came into the family and their lives. It took no effort at all to love her, no matter who her mother was, for she was an innocent soul in a tiny, adorable package. The beautiful child made Karenna wonder how she could’ve been different, to earn her parent’s love, if she hadn’t been born a loveable child, or if she had committed some sin before she was old enough to speak. It saddened her. But this child was not at fault. If anything, her feeling of rejection only fueled Karenna’s efforts to make this child feel all the more welcome and loved. She was also inspired by the little one, to do more for those less fortunate, who were not so lucky as to have a noble for a father, and ended up at orphanages. Her brother was kind enough to work with her on a trust, to help those children.

    Now, as the traditional hunt draws nearer, she fully supports her brother’s wish to choose his own bride; both for the interests of his heart and for Camberlie. It is Karenna’s wish that whoever her brother marries will not scorn the child for the deeds of her father. To that end, she has a few ideas at how to better “support” him in his quest to win the day.

    Family Genealogy: Please include your character's genealogy. Please see previous profiles. Example below:

    Carwyn b. 131, d 199 -m- Constance Miyer, (Hunt winner, Local Girl)b. 130, d. 200
    -Brendan b. 150, d. 208 -m- Therese McJennis b. 159
         -Teruss b.177, d. 209 -m- Geneva Mayfleur b. 177, d.209
              -Keiren Ryon b. 194
                   -Camberlie Mai(Illegitimate) b. 213
              -Kalissa Joanne b. 194
              -Kivennah Beth b. 196
              -Kellavyn Ma'lee b. 198
              -Kellan Anne b. 198
              -Karenna b. 199
              -Kelwes John b. 202
         -Calla Elyse b. 178 -m- (Name)
              -Son
              -Daughter
              -Son
         -Ellistra Genevieve b.180 -m- (Name)
              -Daughter
         -Carrence Robert b.181 -m- (Name)
              -Son
              -Son
              -Son
              -Son

    Writing Sample:

    And then she felt him there, behind her, but she made no move to let him know it, as she smiled at the way she could detect his presence before he walked close enough to touch her. Like he did now. He pressed his nose against her hair, drinking in the scent of the flowers she’d added to her bath. She hadn’t imagine their reunion would be like this. She thought it would be formal and stuffy and in a room with a hundred people for the feasting and ceremony that came with the successful end to a war. But this was better. He knew where to find her. Where they’d met for the first time years before, when she was but a little girl, and her cares were few, and her knowledge of what it was to truly miss someone had not yet been borne of loss.

    Those fingers on her waist sent a thrill down her spine. How long had it been since she’d felt his touch, even through the wool of her dress? It didn’t matter now. He was here. They had this moment.

    “Words cannot begin to explain how much I missed you,” he spoke into her hair, the heat of his breath warming her and tickling her ear. “The memory of you is what kept me going, day after day . . . I knew each day, was a day closer to when I’d see you again.”

    She reached behind her and touched her hand to his cheek.

    “Let me look upon your face,” for so long she had but memories, she needed to see him there before her, to know this wasn’t a mere daydream. But she felt his hesitation, he started to move, but stopped. She turned around instead, breaking contact with those strong hands of his for a moment.

    She saw then what had stopped him in his tracks, as he avoided her gaze, looking at the grass below their feet instead. A long, thick vertical scar that had barely missed an eye marred the left side of his face. She traced it gently with a finger, but he lifted one of his hands, and held her wrist to stop her from exploring his face further.

    “I’m sorry if the sight of me displeases you, my Lady.”

    “No sight could please me more,” she answered quietly, seriously, her eyes on his, as she waited for him to meet her gaze. His eyes found hers for the briefest of seconds before both sets of eyes closed and their lips touched.


    Karenna sighed, and threw the book down from where she sat, on one of the thick branches of the ancient tree. I wonder if he asked how clean her stitches were before he decided if he loved her or not, she muttered internally, thinking of how her grandmother insisted time and time again that a woman’s stitches did much to show the quality of that woman. She rolled her eyes at the thought and climbed down from the tree, move by careful move that had become second nature to her. She found the book where it lay face down, and open in the grass. She picked it up, and looked at where the pages had opened to. Wedding vows. Fantastic. And it seemed to be between the same two characters, who were clearly in love, the daughter of a high Lord and a simple knight.

    Yet her brother’s wife would be decided by the outcome of a hunt. Were there any love stories ever written about that?

    Secrets: PMed
    Last edited by Rick; 01-24-2012 at 02:15 PM.

  2. #2
    Administrator Rick's Avatar  
    Join Date
    Nov 2011
    Posts
    433
    Mentioned
    32 Post(s)
    Tagged
    0 Thread(s)

    Re: Karenna Caldoran

    Approved. Stamp 1 of 2. Nice little family coming along here.

  3. #3
    Administrator Aloris's Avatar  
    Join Date
    Nov 2011
    Posts
    130
    Mentioned
    2 Post(s)
    Tagged
    0 Thread(s)

    Re: Karenna Caldoran

    Great profile! However, need to have the original writer of the House Description credited. Once that's done, please let me know so I can approve. Thanks!

  4. #4
    House Caldoran Karenna Caldoran's Avatar  

    Join Date
    Jan 2012
    Location
    Heather's Moor
    Posts
    109
    Mentioned
    12 Post(s)
    Tagged
    0 Thread(s)

    Re: Karenna Caldoran

    Whoops! I've added a line with that credit. Let me know if that works.

  5. #5
    Administrator Aloris's Avatar  
    Join Date
    Nov 2011
    Posts
    130
    Mentioned
    2 Post(s)
    Tagged
    0 Thread(s)

    Re: Karenna Caldoran

    Thank you, looks great!

    Approved, 2 of 2. Woot! Go post!

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •