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➽ full character summary
name ; adairia cordelia naomh
age ; twenty-three
gender ; feminine
class ; royal
species ; naomh half-vampire
orientation ; straight
occupation ; princess
location ; brion, tuathal
appearance ; a round, slight face is framed by layers of medium-length golden brown hair, and is accented by a pair of striking green-blue eyes. standing at five foot four, she is somewhat petite. her porcelain skin has been chilled by winter winds, touching her with soft whiteness and warm, rosy cheeks.
personality ; put simply, adairia has the heart of a child and the character of a royal princess. informally known as "the little bloom" and "the flowering princess" by her people, she is the essence of youth and sweetness. despite her pride and stubbornness, she is quite loveable and endearingly so.
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| | Subject: INTRODUCTION TO ADAIRIA Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:48 pm | |
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Tendrils of warm, sticky sweat crept their way about her brow, creeping onwards down her neck, to where they wound themselves around her torso. With a sudden, unexpected motion the tendrils tightened their grip, pushing what little air remained in her lungs.
Adairia let out a sharp gasp of pain. She was floating, dangling rather, in the perpetual gloom and darkness, the lair of the Devil himself. Her hair, like a blend of molten gold and copper, covered her face and obstructed what little vision she might have had otherwise. Sweat trickled down from her temples in beads.
Through the shadows and her layers of hair, Adairia could just make out a single, shining light in the distance. She squinted, and the light got closer. Although her limbs were bound by the tendrils, she managed to shake her head just enough to get a better view of the light. As she gazed upon the only light in her Hell, she realized that it was not just an illumination, but instead a cluster of smaller lights.
It was Brion. The city was alight with the vibrancy of torches, gas lamps and candles. A small smile crept onto her pink lips. She reached out to touch it, her fingers fighting the invisible resistance. Straining to move her extremities, she bit down on her lower lip, struggling to move even just her index finger.
Feeling desperate, Adairia attempted to thrash her legs. The tendrils seemed to hiss in protest, squeezing tighter around her, making an awful screeching noise as they rubbed together. Yet she remained unable to reach out and touch those beautiful lights. As she grew more and more distressed, the tendrils only got tighter, making her feel farther and farther away from the sanctuary the city seemed to promise. She began to wish that the vines would just pull her away, to end the torture of gazing at something she could never have. Her eyes filled with tears and her sight became a shaking, wobbling wall of liquid glass.
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With a gasp that shook her entire body, Adairia sat upright in bed. She looked around feverishly, her eyes darting from side to side. Then she collapsed back into her pillows with her palms pressed against her forehead, hair flared across the silken pillows like a golden fan.
“Your Royal Highness?” A series of short, rapid knocks followed. Adairia’s eyes traveled slowly to the door of her bedroom. It was not Delia or Briana, nor was it the voice of a familiar handmaid. Perhaps a new addition?
“Come in,” she called out, her voice hoarse. The door opened and a petite young woman scurried inside, clad in a modest dress of browns and beiges. Even though she was drowsy, Adairia could scent the mortal human smell on the roof of her mouth.
The handmaid moved quickly over to her. She reminded Adairia of a scared little mouse, afraid of making any wrong move. Adairia gave a gentle smile.
“What’s your name?" she asked in a soft voice, almost as if she was singing. The handmaid appeared startled for a moment before answering.
“Aingeal, Your Royal Highness.”
Adairia smiled. “Meaning angel? Such a pretty name!”
Aingeal ducked her head in embarrassment. “Not as lovely as yours, Your Royal Highness,” she murmured.
Halfway through speaking the handmaid crossed the room and disappeared into the washroom. She returned a few minutes later with what appeared to be a damp purple cloth. Coming to Adairia’s bedside, she placed the cloth, which was comfortingly warm, against her temples, dabbing it in circular motions.
“You looked ghastly pale, Your Royal Highness.” Aingeal hesitated, then added hastily: “Not that you looked to be unattractive, Your Royal Highness. I was only worried for your wellbeing --”
Adairia chuckled and gently pushed the cloth away. “Don’t worry, I only had a fright as I slept. Though, I can’t recall what it was that frightened me.” The corners of her lips downturned ever so slightly in a displeased frown.
“Either way, I’m all set,” she finished. Dark feathers of sleep clouded her vision for a moment as she got out of bed and to her feet. She paused momentarily before heading to the washroom, which was just beyond her bedroom. Aingeal draped a sheet over her shoulders, which Adairia hugged against her chest as she made her way to the washroom.
After bathing and washing, her handmaids helped her change. Putting on a corset was a job that always required assistance, so Adairia always had help getting prepared for the day. Shortly after, she returned to her chambers just in time to see the sun rise. A gentle smile appeared on her soft features; this was always a wonderful way to start the day. After a few minutes of lingering in her room, it would be time for morning breakfast with the King and Queen, followed by the completion of needlework and embroidery, and perhaps some music practice. The harp was Adairia’s favorite instrument, so she hoped that her tutor would let her practice the beautiful string instrument. Today Adairia was especially excited, because the upcoming evening there would be entertainment in the Main Hall. There was entertainment every night, but her father had brought in a two-man play as a special treat. It was said to be a comedy, so Adairia was excited to get in some full-hearted laughs.
Once she had said her morning prayers, Adairia gathered her dress in her hands and left the Solar, the living quarters for the family, and was escorted to the Great Hall by Aingeal. She was rather hungry, so she walked quickly, her silk slippers making soft skidding noises against the stone floors. Hopefully Briana would meet her in the Great Hall; she didn’t like it when she wasn’t there in the morning with her. Not that she was disgruntled about her handmaid’s absence; she merely missed seeing her friend in the morning.
That reminded her of what her father had told her the other day. Her personal guard would be changing soon, he had told her. She vaguely wondered why a change was necessary. Had her current guard done something out of favor? Adairia frowned. She hoped her parents wouldn’t be too cruel to him, regardless.
She and Aingeal approached the Great Hall. People were running to and fro as per usual. Young boys ran by them with platters of bread, maids scurried about with materials for clothing, and soothing string music could be heard coming from the Hall. Another day in the castle had begun.
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