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de Salinas, Maria
Topic Started: Aug 14 2009, 07:58 PM (237 Views)
Maria de Salinas
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<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>M A R I A D E S A L I N A S


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* we hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave .

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS IZZY, AND I AM FIFTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 6+ YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NON-EXISTENT FOR NOW. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS PUMPERNICKLE

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  • - - - - Full Name, Maria de Salinas
    - - - - Title, Lady
    - - - - Gender, Female
    - - - - Sexuality, Heterosexual
    - - - - Age, Nineteen
    - - - - Place at Court, Lady-In-Waiting to Catherine of Aragorn
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  • - - - - Eye Color, Blue-Green
    - - - - Hair Color, Dark Brown
    - - - - General Look,
    Maria has dark brown hair that often has a tinge of very light brown in it when she walks in the sun light, although of course you can only see the bit of it that she reveals by pushing her hood back just a bit. She would never be so indecent as to allow any man to see her with her hair down, though it is a common thing amongst the girls to brush one another's hair. Her eyes are what captivates most, dazzling blue one moment and striking green the next, it's so very hard to pin down what colour you're looking at when you look her in the eye. And indeed, that would be most everyone, as she has never taken the meeker route of ducking her head when another comes near her. Her head is always thrown back, eyes daringly demanding the attention of whoever they land upon. Those eyes might entice you to do the wrong thing though, and then you'll be the one publicly embarrassed as she gives you the greatest verbal lashing of your life, her plump, beautiful lips opening quickly to let you know exactly what you've done wrong. She's never held her words back, and someday it will get her in great trouble.

    Her figure has always been something that she both loves, and hates. She loves it because, quite simply, it is the figure that every woman would die for. She has a very full, perky bust, a waist so naturally thin that if a man were to wrap his hands around it, his fingers would meet, and her hips well....let's just say the ladies that have seen her out of her gown when she's changing are glad that men cannot see such things due to the skirt of a dress. She has a natural sway to her gait, which helps to hint at the bounty that lays beneath her skirts, and she seems to be floating on water no matter where she's walking or who she's walking with. At the same time that she loves all this, though, she hates and despises it as well. Men are constantly not looking at her, but instead letting their gaze flicker down to her breasts and then hurriedly trying to yank them back up to her eyes in a hideous attempt to hide what they were doing. They don't listen to her when she talks, except of course when she's given up on being a perfect lady and gives in to her temper, and then they have nothing to do but cower and listen, and she only loses her temper more and turns on her heel and glides away. Her body is a blessing and a curse, and she knows it well.
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  • - - - - Loves,
    Her Mistress, Catherine of Aragorn
    God
    The Pope
    The Catholic Church
    Prayer
    Life in Spain
    Sewing with the other Ladies
    Riding
    The Hunt
    Dancing
    Running--Only does it when no one can see her
    Arguing
    Drawing
    - - - - Loathes,
    Slow-minded people
    Being cooped up inside
    Heretics
    Most of England
    Rain
    Snows
    Being cold
    Lectures
    Physical Fighting
    The Rigid Nature of the Court of England
    - - - - Strengths,
    Assertive
    Alluring
    Loyal
    Sweet
    Cunning
    - - - - Weaknesses,
    Loud Mouth
    Overly Curious
    Flirtatious
    Stubborn
    Impatient
    - - - - Dreams, To help her Mistress ascend the ranks in England, to maintain her position at Catherine's side, to keep her Faith as strong as it ever was, to find a man who can match her in wit and doesn't bend over backward whenever she glares.
    - - - - Fears, That she will die alone and unloved, failing her Mistress.
    - - - - Overall Personality,
    {ARGUMENTATiVE} » Maria has always refused to give up on something. Sure, you can tell her she can't do something, can't say something, but it's very rare that she will listen to you. There are a few people she genuinely listens to and behaves, and of course the Royals are in that bunch, but other then them...well she generally just ignores everyone else. If she wants to do something, she's going to do it and if you don't like it then you can get out, in her opinion. If she doesn't ignore you, then she will argue with you on it, and you'll wish she'd simply ignored you. Tell her that she is not allowed to do something that she knows she can, and she will throw so many facts back in your face you'll be running home with your tail between your legs. She loves to argue and to verbally spar with someone, it's one of her favorite past times, so it's a waste of your time if you mean to avoid confrontation with her.

    {iMPATiENT} » Waiting? Who's ever heard of waiting? Certainly not Maria, she is definitely not a fan of it. If you take even a second too long in getting to something or somewhere and she's kept waiting, well you'd best just go and hide, because your reward for what you've done will not be great in the slightest. Often times, she will order something for Catherine or something else, and then decide that whichever servant she told to get it is taking too long, and go to get it herself. Usually she'll bump into said servant on the way, and they'll get a tongue lashing to make them wish they'd never come away from home.

    {KiND} » Despite her tendency to lose her temper at every little thing, underneath all that Maria is really a kind, loving girl. She doesn't like to make new people and people she cares about upset, and strives to have their approval and love, though this is never really shown. The only true humans that ever get her kindness up front would be children, she's never been able to be anything but one hundred and ten percent kind to the little ones, and the easiest way to make her happy again would be to show her a baby or tell her that one of the children is asking for her in the nursery, as she is a bit of a frequent visitor to any nursery. And oh, if you see her around any animals before you've met her, you can be assured of meeting the sweeter side of Maria. Animals have always brought out the happiness in her, and she can become very calm and sweet when she's around them.
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  • - - - - Family Members,
    Father :: Alberto de Salinas
    Mother :: Reina de Salinas
    Siblings :: Marisol, Talvon, Catalina, Isabella, Eduardo
    - - - - Overall History,
    Maria was born into a family who's father was absent a lot, due to the fight for the throne that was being waged when she came into the world. It didn't last all that long after she'd been born, and her family had earned a well-to-do place in the new Court, for her father had fought valiantly beside his King. When she was a young girl her place beside the Infanta was quickly established, she was the chosen bosom friend of the beloved princess of Spain, and she was never really seen far from the older girl. In that world, there was not much time for being little girls and all that growing up business, and so Catherine and she grew and matured at a rapid rate, but together. Always together. Maria was closest to her dear Princess, closer even than her family, and she was not afraid to touch the girl, nor to speak to her as she would to anyone else. Perhaps this was why Catherine loved her so, Maria treated her like a normal person, albeit still maintaining that she was Royalty and above her.

    There were little romances for Maria while they were in Spain, and now she mourns this fact. So many beautiful Spanish men and she ignored them completely. Oh, yes, she did flirt and dance for the very brief time that she was of an age in the Court, but she always ran far away when she deemed it time to do so. Never did she let a man touch any part of her person other than her waist, and that only for getting off a horse, or for a designated move in a dance. She let one boy kiss her, but that was more like a peck on the tip of her lips, but this is all that Maria has had to enjoy in her nineteen years, for she has let no English lord do more than look at her. True, she wishes she had more of it, but she isn't one of those silly air-headed girls who think of nothing else but it, and she is quite adept at simply putting it out of her head.

    When it was time, she followed Catherine to England, and she was one of the first to comment that it was a very wet, very cold world they would be living in now. And indeed it was, so unlike her beloved Spain in every way, although after this initial complaint of the country, she did not allow herself any more. She was not the kind of girl to wail all the live long day about something so idiotic as circumstance. She was a supportive friend to her Lady, and was always there to defend her against someone that would try to do her ill. An enemy of Catherine's was an enemy of hers, and everyone quickly learned this. When Arthur died and her Lady called her in and told her the truth of it all and asked her to tell this great lie with her, she did not hesitate when she bowed her head and told her in a strong voice that she would tell the world anything for her, lie or no lie. And she did, her voice never quavered when she was asked to confirm the lady's story, she told it as strongly and as well as if it were the truth. That was the way she made it though, it had to be the truth, to save everything it would become the truth, and she would not let a single soul say a word differently.

    Now she does whatever her Mistress commands her, and it is only to Catherine that her real loyalties lie, and it is only Catherine that can really command her to do anything at all. With everyone and everything else, she does as she pleases, and to hell with them all if they don't like it.
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  • - - - - Roleplay Sample,
    Mikhail allowed himself to relax and get comfortable--which was a new thing for him, since he usually was on edge around gadjo’s. But this was something he wasn’t worried about in the slightest, he’d been doing this kind of thing since he could talk, and before that the old women of the kumpa’nia had read his fortune for him. He smiled at the pleasant memory, a respected elder laughing with him and tickling his baby belly with a Tarot card before telling him that he would fall into the river and cause Raiza to yank her hair out in her frustration with him. That had always been met with him clapping his hands and letting loose a gurgling giggle, grabbing for the card and screaming ‘again, again’. The fortunes didn’t always come true, but that was probably because he chewed on the cards more than letting the ladies tell him what they’d seen. He missed that, the innocent happiness of being a child and not having to worry about anything.

    Pulling himself from the memory, he looked at the book where the cards and dice were now, ignoring the bit of his brain that wanted to read it for himself. He could if he wanted to, and his subconscious probably would in a bit if he didn’t look away from it. Mikhail wanted Keith to read it, though, because he wanted to see how good the boy was at this, and also because that was the trade. Song for fortune, it would become worthless if he were to decipher it on his own. So he looked away from it, turning his attention onto the younger boy beside him. He was explaining it now so he gave him his undivided attention, listening to the words coming from him. He was pointing at the dice while he explained it, but Mikhail didn’t look away from him, not wanting to look and interpret it in his own way. That would ruin the whole experience, and Keith was doing an amazing job on his own.

    At the idea that someone had had a child while he was gone, he didn’t find that very surprising. Children came fast in his world. It was a time of celebration, new life beginning, and when it was a son it was even better. Sons were strong, you didn’t have to worry as much that they would break under the rather hard life of the Rom. He was a little sad that he’d missed it, though, because it was such a happy time when there was a new baby. What if it had been Raiza, though, that had the child? She would have written him if he had a new sibling, he was sure of that. But what if his new family hadn’t forwarded him the mail? Ugh, he didn’t like being confused about things. He would let it go, what happened, happened, and he would learn of it when he did.

    His jaw clenched when he mentioned the idea that one of the die represented his father. “Not my dad. He hasn’t been seen since he got my mother pregnant.” He said in a low voice, a hard glance to the dice following. Breathing through his nose, he managed to control his temper. Talking about his father always made him angry, because he’d abandoned them to live a gadjo’s life. He’d left Raiza pregnant and without even a goodbye, just up and left to become one of the people he’d mocked all his life. The very idea, that he would dare to show his face amongst the kumpa’nia, and that they would believe him over Raiza on any topic. That made him murderous, it was completely unacceptable. Everyone knew what he’d down, they wouldn’t believe him over Raiza, a respected part of the caravan. It had to be someone else, perhaps she’d taken a new lover since he’d last seen her. Close friend, that’s what Keith had said, that could easily be what it was. Not his dad, never his dad.

    Once he was certain his temper was controlled and he could discuss the fortune without blaming Keith for what he’d said, he looked up at him. “No, it was good. The fact that it wasn’t a happy fortune, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth anything. Thank you.” He smiled with his lips and not his eyes, looking ruefully at the dice. But at least he would see Raiza again. She wouldn’t be dead when he came to her, and he could fix whatever was wrong. That was his job, make sure the women he was responsible were safe and content, and as far as he knew Jaelle was. Raiza was who he was worried about for now.

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