de Vere, Marisa
Mar 25, 2013 19:28:20 GMT -5
Post by Caissa on Mar 25, 2013 19:28:20 GMT -5
MARISA DE VERE
Nickname- Risa, Mink
Gender - Female
Age - 17
Birthday - October 30, 1522
Noble House - deVere
Skills – Fashion, Courtly Manners, Musicianship, Needlework, Eavesdropping,
Gossip, Maneuvering, Manipulation, Deceit, Languages
Play By – Natalie Dormer
Immediate Family Members – Rupert deVere (uncle, guardian), Elise de Vere (aunt),
Rupert de Vere II, Hannah de Vere, Curtis de Vere (Cousins)
Personality
A young woman left orphaned by circumstance, Marisa understands the need for independence. Despite her tender age, she is observant to a fault. An intelligent, quick-witted and sly-tongued girl of seventeen, Marisa – or Risa as she is often called – harbors the ambition native to the de Vere family, all the more so for knowing she has neither father nor mother to protect her.
She views her uncle Rupert as guardian and mentor, emulating his skills in maneuvering the court and manipulating others. Drinking up his teachings, she is perhaps his greatest creation, learning to use her beauty, wits and charm to pry the secrets out of the most reluctant of courtiers.
Beneath the polished, sophisticated veneer, however, is a girl eager for attention, craving the approval not only of her uncle but the former Princess she has been fostered to, Fiona Carlisle-Lancaster. It is under Lady Fiona that Risa is acquiring the skills and airs of a lady of the court. Everything from the choice of gown and jewels, to the use of a fan, how to incorporate conversation with dance, and the myriad of other details required to master the Court are being poured into her receptive ears.
When Rupert de Vere and Fiona Lancaster are finished with her, Lady Marisa de Vere will be one of the greatest players in the Court. This is her ultimate goal, especially to render herself invaluable to the Court, to earn a place in her uncle’s intelligence organization and ensnare the eyes of every powerful member of the Court.
History
The only child born to Maxim de Vere and Emily Peveril de Vere, Marisa was the light of their too-short lives. The couple were traveling from Triadon back to Shalefort for a brief visit to Maxim’s brother Rupert when their carriage was waylaid by bandits. In his efforts to protect his wife, Maxim was killed by an arrow shot directly to the chest; a gently-reared maiden who spent her childhood in Triadon, Emily did not survive the bandits’ treatment of her. Their child, now an orphan, was entrusted to Rupert de Vere, Maxim’s brother, to be raised.
In young Risa, Rupert found the perfect protégé, one he could mould and craft to his ideal. She was blessedly intelligent, eager and ambitious, something he had not yet been able to awaken in his own children. Ensuring she received the finest of educations in linguistics, writing, mathematics and logic from a young age, he oversaw every aspect of her studies, including some instruction in the use of weaponry and other more outré forms of self-defense. Marisa proved an avid student, actively seeking her uncle’s approval. In him, she found the surrogate father, though there was no such connection with her aunt as surrogate mother.
When she was thirteen, Marisa was more male than female, prompting Rupert to correct his mistake. His niece needed to be a lady, not a hoyden. Aware that his wife was far more interested in promoting her children than aiding his brother’s daughter, he arranged for Marisa to be fostered to a member of the Royal Family – Fiona Carlisle Lancaster. In the former princess, sister of the late King, Marisa finally found the mother she needed. Fiona was not the most gentle or kind of teachers, yet Risa respected the haughty, aloof princess all the more for what she represented – a true Master of the Court.
Learning quickly to smooth her rough edges, to moderate her tones and to move with the grace of a refined lady, Risa proved herself worthy of the Lady’s instruction, a veritable sponge to absorb every pearl of wisdom and tutelage. Thanks to Fiona, there is no social situation Risa cannot handle, no noble or royal with whom she cannot correctly converse and no setting in which she cannot blend as if native born.
She stands now poised on the threshold of Court, ready to assume her place as a Lady of House de Vere, her uncle’s niece and a finely-honed weapon of political savvy.
RP Sample
Moving through the Castle in Triadon to join the Princess for tea, Marisa appreciated the unmistakable, musical swish of her newest gown about her ankles. Crafted of vermilion, her favorite color, with a stomach panel of matching jacquard, she was rather proud of how it looked on her increasingly lush figure. Already, she knew the eyes of some men trailed after her in appreciation of her feminine assets.
The thought brought a smile to her lips. How easily some men were distracted from the weighty matters to which they were expected to attend, simply by the sight of an attractive woman who played to her physical attributes. In that, her lady was entirely correct. Clothing unquestionably made the woman; the more effectively a lady dressed, the greater her power and influence over the right man.
Fingers lifted to touch the pearl and gold diadem holding her wealth of dark hair back, a recent gift from her uncle. Thinking of Rupert made her smile, eyes lowering. They both possessed the same intense shade of blue-green in their eyes, a mark of the true de Vere, he'd once said. A sign that they were meant for greater things. Since her lady recently gave good report of her, the diadem was a reward. She had her eye on a necklace to match, and wondered what it would take to persuade him to purchase it for her.
As she reached the Princess's suite and nodded to the guards, knocking to announce herself, Risa wore a soft, sweet smile. The guard left on duty found himself smiling back, his gaze clearly admiring as she let a maidenly blush creep into her cheeks. In that, the Princess was correct - one should never pass up an opportunity to test one's skills.
Perfect.
Out of Character:
Caissa – Emmaline Carlisle/Spencer Lancaster/Katalin de Winter - EST
Let’s get writing!
Nickname- Risa, Mink
Gender - Female
Age - 17
Birthday - October 30, 1522
Noble House - deVere
Skills – Fashion, Courtly Manners, Musicianship, Needlework, Eavesdropping,
Gossip, Maneuvering, Manipulation, Deceit, Languages
Play By – Natalie Dormer
Immediate Family Members – Rupert deVere (uncle, guardian), Elise de Vere (aunt),
Rupert de Vere II, Hannah de Vere, Curtis de Vere (Cousins)
Personality
A young woman left orphaned by circumstance, Marisa understands the need for independence. Despite her tender age, she is observant to a fault. An intelligent, quick-witted and sly-tongued girl of seventeen, Marisa – or Risa as she is often called – harbors the ambition native to the de Vere family, all the more so for knowing she has neither father nor mother to protect her.
She views her uncle Rupert as guardian and mentor, emulating his skills in maneuvering the court and manipulating others. Drinking up his teachings, she is perhaps his greatest creation, learning to use her beauty, wits and charm to pry the secrets out of the most reluctant of courtiers.
Beneath the polished, sophisticated veneer, however, is a girl eager for attention, craving the approval not only of her uncle but the former Princess she has been fostered to, Fiona Carlisle-Lancaster. It is under Lady Fiona that Risa is acquiring the skills and airs of a lady of the court. Everything from the choice of gown and jewels, to the use of a fan, how to incorporate conversation with dance, and the myriad of other details required to master the Court are being poured into her receptive ears.
When Rupert de Vere and Fiona Lancaster are finished with her, Lady Marisa de Vere will be one of the greatest players in the Court. This is her ultimate goal, especially to render herself invaluable to the Court, to earn a place in her uncle’s intelligence organization and ensnare the eyes of every powerful member of the Court.
History
The only child born to Maxim de Vere and Emily Peveril de Vere, Marisa was the light of their too-short lives. The couple were traveling from Triadon back to Shalefort for a brief visit to Maxim’s brother Rupert when their carriage was waylaid by bandits. In his efforts to protect his wife, Maxim was killed by an arrow shot directly to the chest; a gently-reared maiden who spent her childhood in Triadon, Emily did not survive the bandits’ treatment of her. Their child, now an orphan, was entrusted to Rupert de Vere, Maxim’s brother, to be raised.
In young Risa, Rupert found the perfect protégé, one he could mould and craft to his ideal. She was blessedly intelligent, eager and ambitious, something he had not yet been able to awaken in his own children. Ensuring she received the finest of educations in linguistics, writing, mathematics and logic from a young age, he oversaw every aspect of her studies, including some instruction in the use of weaponry and other more outré forms of self-defense. Marisa proved an avid student, actively seeking her uncle’s approval. In him, she found the surrogate father, though there was no such connection with her aunt as surrogate mother.
When she was thirteen, Marisa was more male than female, prompting Rupert to correct his mistake. His niece needed to be a lady, not a hoyden. Aware that his wife was far more interested in promoting her children than aiding his brother’s daughter, he arranged for Marisa to be fostered to a member of the Royal Family – Fiona Carlisle Lancaster. In the former princess, sister of the late King, Marisa finally found the mother she needed. Fiona was not the most gentle or kind of teachers, yet Risa respected the haughty, aloof princess all the more for what she represented – a true Master of the Court.
Learning quickly to smooth her rough edges, to moderate her tones and to move with the grace of a refined lady, Risa proved herself worthy of the Lady’s instruction, a veritable sponge to absorb every pearl of wisdom and tutelage. Thanks to Fiona, there is no social situation Risa cannot handle, no noble or royal with whom she cannot correctly converse and no setting in which she cannot blend as if native born.
She stands now poised on the threshold of Court, ready to assume her place as a Lady of House de Vere, her uncle’s niece and a finely-honed weapon of political savvy.
RP Sample
Moving through the Castle in Triadon to join the Princess for tea, Marisa appreciated the unmistakable, musical swish of her newest gown about her ankles. Crafted of vermilion, her favorite color, with a stomach panel of matching jacquard, she was rather proud of how it looked on her increasingly lush figure. Already, she knew the eyes of some men trailed after her in appreciation of her feminine assets.
The thought brought a smile to her lips. How easily some men were distracted from the weighty matters to which they were expected to attend, simply by the sight of an attractive woman who played to her physical attributes. In that, her lady was entirely correct. Clothing unquestionably made the woman; the more effectively a lady dressed, the greater her power and influence over the right man.
Fingers lifted to touch the pearl and gold diadem holding her wealth of dark hair back, a recent gift from her uncle. Thinking of Rupert made her smile, eyes lowering. They both possessed the same intense shade of blue-green in their eyes, a mark of the true de Vere, he'd once said. A sign that they were meant for greater things. Since her lady recently gave good report of her, the diadem was a reward. She had her eye on a necklace to match, and wondered what it would take to persuade him to purchase it for her.
As she reached the Princess's suite and nodded to the guards, knocking to announce herself, Risa wore a soft, sweet smile. The guard left on duty found himself smiling back, his gaze clearly admiring as she let a maidenly blush creep into her cheeks. In that, the Princess was correct - one should never pass up an opportunity to test one's skills.
Perfect.
Out of Character:
Caissa – Emmaline Carlisle/Spencer Lancaster/Katalin de Winter - EST
Let’s get writing!