Lancaster, Serah
Apr 14, 2013 8:52:09 GMT -5
Post by Grandmaster on Apr 14, 2013 8:52:09 GMT -5
SERAH LANCASTER
Nickname - None
Gender - Female
Age - Seventeen
Birthday - September 19, 1522
Noble House - Lancaster
Skills - Courtly Manners, Weaving/Sewing, Cold Read, Lip Reading, Perception, Stealth
Play By - Holliday Grainger
Immediate Family Members - Martin Lancaster [ Father/Deceased ], Fiona Lancaster [ Mother ], Gerald Lancaster [ Brother ]
Personality
It isn't easy being the daughter of the Iron Princess. Serah knows she is a pale reflection of her mother in nearly every aspect - she is not as tall, elegant, graceful, beautiful, confident.. the list goes on. In some ways, being a disappointment to her mother is something of a relief: it spares her much of her mother's schemes and machinations against others.
Despite that, Serah is loyal to her mother and brother, and quietly mourns the loss of her father. While there was never any true love between Martin Lancaster and his Carlisle wife, their daughter knew her father loved her, wanted the best for her and made it clear he only wanted her to be who she was. Under his guidance, she developed some skills that she has not yet revealed to her mother. Skills that if Fiona knew she held, she would not hesitate to put to her best use. Martin was a skilled courtier disguised under the mask of the bumbler; he knew how to read lips, how to view body language and how to observe in manners where that person's decisions, emotions and mindset could be determined. This is his legacy to his daughter.
Consequently, Serah is silent more often than not, yet there is a witty tongue buried within her, one that could easily rival Marisa de Vere if she revealed it. Blue eyes are keenly focused, ears are sharply attuned despite the fact that most only tend to see the top of her head. What she sees, she keeps to herself or shares with her brother Gerald but seldom with her mother. If she can use it against Fiona's schemes to spike them... so much the better. It is not so much spite as it is a genuine desire to make her mother realize that her daughter may not be her exact replica, but neither is she useless.
Intelligence, in her mind, is far more valuable than beauty.
History
The younger child of Martin Lancaster and Fiona Carlisle was born into a world of privilege and responsibility granted in equal measure; with it came high expectations. Most of those expectations went unfulfilled as the tiny baby grew into a tiny girl with too-large eyes, features too delicate for true beauty and a penchant for silence. She was obedient enough, complying with the instructions and lessons of nurses, governesses, tutors and her mother, but when opportunity presented itself, Serah abandoned all of it to sneak into her father's study. If Martin was there, the small, tow-headed girl was often to be found curled in the crook of his arm, her face sober as she observed all he did, listened gravely to every word he said and squirreled it away in her busy brain.
Her brother was given the same advantages, nearly two years her senior, though he held their mother's favor where she did not. Serah always seemed a little too clumsy, a little too slow, just not... perfect. The frustration level on the part of the Lady Lancaster was frequently high as she received disappointing reports of her daughter's progress. Perhaps there were times when Fiona might suspect her daughter did so on purpose, yet Serah was careful never to betray any indication of it to her mother.
Left alone for the most part, the young girl threw herself into the studies her father quietly urged on her, honing the active mind under his subtle influences, acquiring the skills he felt she needed to safely navigate the court over which her mother rules. She continued this on in the wake of Martin's death, for whom she grieved deeply. His passing left a hole in her that has not yet begun to heal, and in some ways contributes to the schism between she and her mother.
Now at seventeen, she has taken her place at court, endeavoring to stay as distant from her mother as possible. What schemes Fiona has, Serah wants no part of and is quietly seeking a man of similar temperament as a means of putting the court, Triadon and her mother behind her forever.
RP Sample
Moving along the corridor that led to the gallery, Serah had a definite target in mind. Despite her mother's likely disapproval, she saw no reason not to trail Fiona's latest project, the Lady Marisa. The girl was likely to land herself in some very hot water if she did not start exercising more care and prudence, but if she could avert any major incident, then she would do so. Not so that her mother would know, of course, and if she knew Marisa, the de Vere girl would probably claim credit for it. No matter, thought. Serah knew the truth.
Her eyes narrowed to recognise the Dragon of St. Claire. The girl did enjoy playing with fire, but in her observations of both, Serah had a feeling Marisa was about to be singed to the point of burnt. Daven St. Claire was not a man to be handled by amateurs; she wouldn't even dare try to approach the man without every facet of a plan in place to pin him down. He was too unpredictable, too erratic for her to leave anything to chance where intentions were concerned. The question was, what was his intention where the de Vere girl was concerned? Oh, on the surface it was obvious... but Serah doubted that it was that shallow or superficial. Daven St. Claire was not a man who tolerated giddy, sly females easily.
Moving closer, she concealed herself behind one of the columns. She did not need to move too much closer, only to see both pairs of lips. It made eavesdropping so much easier when you were at a significant enough distance that no one suspected that was what you did. So long as she could see both faces, she could follow the conversation easily. Settling in, she prepared to spend an interesting quarter hour in learning just what the Duke wanted with a woman less than half his age... and what she intended in turn. Little did her mother know that Serah was keeping that close an eye on Fiona's little minion...
Out of Character:
Grandmaster - All hail the King, baby - EST
Hopefully, Caligusto will not kill me for this!
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Nickname - None
Gender - Female
Age - Seventeen
Birthday - September 19, 1522
Noble House - Lancaster
Skills - Courtly Manners, Weaving/Sewing, Cold Read, Lip Reading, Perception, Stealth
Play By - Holliday Grainger
Immediate Family Members - Martin Lancaster [ Father/Deceased ], Fiona Lancaster [ Mother ], Gerald Lancaster [ Brother ]
Personality
It isn't easy being the daughter of the Iron Princess. Serah knows she is a pale reflection of her mother in nearly every aspect - she is not as tall, elegant, graceful, beautiful, confident.. the list goes on. In some ways, being a disappointment to her mother is something of a relief: it spares her much of her mother's schemes and machinations against others.
Despite that, Serah is loyal to her mother and brother, and quietly mourns the loss of her father. While there was never any true love between Martin Lancaster and his Carlisle wife, their daughter knew her father loved her, wanted the best for her and made it clear he only wanted her to be who she was. Under his guidance, she developed some skills that she has not yet revealed to her mother. Skills that if Fiona knew she held, she would not hesitate to put to her best use. Martin was a skilled courtier disguised under the mask of the bumbler; he knew how to read lips, how to view body language and how to observe in manners where that person's decisions, emotions and mindset could be determined. This is his legacy to his daughter.
Consequently, Serah is silent more often than not, yet there is a witty tongue buried within her, one that could easily rival Marisa de Vere if she revealed it. Blue eyes are keenly focused, ears are sharply attuned despite the fact that most only tend to see the top of her head. What she sees, she keeps to herself or shares with her brother Gerald but seldom with her mother. If she can use it against Fiona's schemes to spike them... so much the better. It is not so much spite as it is a genuine desire to make her mother realize that her daughter may not be her exact replica, but neither is she useless.
Intelligence, in her mind, is far more valuable than beauty.
History
The younger child of Martin Lancaster and Fiona Carlisle was born into a world of privilege and responsibility granted in equal measure; with it came high expectations. Most of those expectations went unfulfilled as the tiny baby grew into a tiny girl with too-large eyes, features too delicate for true beauty and a penchant for silence. She was obedient enough, complying with the instructions and lessons of nurses, governesses, tutors and her mother, but when opportunity presented itself, Serah abandoned all of it to sneak into her father's study. If Martin was there, the small, tow-headed girl was often to be found curled in the crook of his arm, her face sober as she observed all he did, listened gravely to every word he said and squirreled it away in her busy brain.
Her brother was given the same advantages, nearly two years her senior, though he held their mother's favor where she did not. Serah always seemed a little too clumsy, a little too slow, just not... perfect. The frustration level on the part of the Lady Lancaster was frequently high as she received disappointing reports of her daughter's progress. Perhaps there were times when Fiona might suspect her daughter did so on purpose, yet Serah was careful never to betray any indication of it to her mother.
Left alone for the most part, the young girl threw herself into the studies her father quietly urged on her, honing the active mind under his subtle influences, acquiring the skills he felt she needed to safely navigate the court over which her mother rules. She continued this on in the wake of Martin's death, for whom she grieved deeply. His passing left a hole in her that has not yet begun to heal, and in some ways contributes to the schism between she and her mother.
Now at seventeen, she has taken her place at court, endeavoring to stay as distant from her mother as possible. What schemes Fiona has, Serah wants no part of and is quietly seeking a man of similar temperament as a means of putting the court, Triadon and her mother behind her forever.
RP Sample
Moving along the corridor that led to the gallery, Serah had a definite target in mind. Despite her mother's likely disapproval, she saw no reason not to trail Fiona's latest project, the Lady Marisa. The girl was likely to land herself in some very hot water if she did not start exercising more care and prudence, but if she could avert any major incident, then she would do so. Not so that her mother would know, of course, and if she knew Marisa, the de Vere girl would probably claim credit for it. No matter, thought. Serah knew the truth.
Her eyes narrowed to recognise the Dragon of St. Claire. The girl did enjoy playing with fire, but in her observations of both, Serah had a feeling Marisa was about to be singed to the point of burnt. Daven St. Claire was not a man to be handled by amateurs; she wouldn't even dare try to approach the man without every facet of a plan in place to pin him down. He was too unpredictable, too erratic for her to leave anything to chance where intentions were concerned. The question was, what was his intention where the de Vere girl was concerned? Oh, on the surface it was obvious... but Serah doubted that it was that shallow or superficial. Daven St. Claire was not a man who tolerated giddy, sly females easily.
Moving closer, she concealed herself behind one of the columns. She did not need to move too much closer, only to see both pairs of lips. It made eavesdropping so much easier when you were at a significant enough distance that no one suspected that was what you did. So long as she could see both faces, she could follow the conversation easily. Settling in, she prepared to spend an interesting quarter hour in learning just what the Duke wanted with a woman less than half his age... and what she intended in turn. Little did her mother know that Serah was keeping that close an eye on Fiona's little minion...
Out of Character:
Grandmaster - All hail the King, baby - EST
Hopefully, Caligusto will not kill me for this!
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