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De Salinas, Maria
Topic Started: Jul 30 2010, 12:11 PM (151 Views)
Maria De Salinas
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Maria De Salinas

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* “I see the angels I'll lead them to your door, there is no escape now, no mercy no more”
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS Kelly, AND I AM Nineteen.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT Eight-ish
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE None yet!. I FOUND FKAC AT RPG-Directory.com. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS Pumpernickel
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  • - - - - Full Name, Maria De Salinas
    - - - - Title, Lady
    - - - - Gender, Female
    - - - - Sexuality, Heterosexual
    - - - - Age, Twenty Six
    - - - - Place at Court, Loyal Lady-In Waiting to Catherine of Aragon
    - - - - PB (Play-By), Gabrielle Anwar
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The Lady Maria De Salinas was born on a commonplace day as the first daughter but third living child to Martin de Salinas and Josefa Gonzales de Salinas. Her oldest brother was six at the time and hardly interested in the birth of his sister, but overtime, he grew rather fond of little Maria. Overall, the family was rather happy to have the latest addition. Both boys, heir and spare, were healthy so there was no need to worry and a daughter meant there could be a good family tie to be made through marriage.

Although they were not a family of too high standing, there were rumors that Josefa was related to the royal family, however, nothing was ever confirmed. Truth be told, it didn’t really matter. The De Salinas were loyal to the King and Queen and enjoyed their lives at court. Maria in particular blossomed amid the court life, charming even as a small child. She had a way about her of somehow managing to speak her mind while still maintaining an endearing quality to what was said. Of course, it all started as a child’s inquisitive mind and unchecked tongue, but as she grew, her mother schooled her in the art of proper behavior. Fortunately for her, she was a quick learner.

Martin did not have time for foolery or an insolent child. He spent most of his time with his oldest son and only rarely visited with his daughter. However, it did please him to see that she had the potential to be as healthy and attractive as her mother. Her intelligence didn’t matter much to him, but he was somewhat amused by her wit when it wasn’t aimed towards him. Maria’s relationship with her father can best be described as neutral. Martin was a fair father and allowed Maria’s oldest brother to teach her enough Latin to read the Bible once he realized her religious fervor was admirable – even in a child, but he was by no means loving.

Josefa, however, loved her daughter very much and provided the child with warmth. Before Maria, Josefa had given birth to a stillborn daughter and suffered multiple miscarriages over the years. Martin was not so affected by the tragedy as he already had his sons, but Josefa could barely contain her sorrow each time she lost a child. Finally, the Virgin Mary answered Josefa’s prayers and Maria was born healthy. As a result, Maria (so aptly named after Mary) never knew a lack of mother’s love, even when it became painfully obvious her needlepoint was lacking. Maria had other skills and a temper as it were, but Maria masterfully figured out how to hone all such traits to her betterment. There was no such use for a woman with an unchecked tongue at court.

Still, there was room in court for a woman who could hold her own and make those around her admire her instead of hold her in contempt. It was obvious even at a young age Maria was capable of both fierce loyalty and intense anger. Under her mother’s guidance, she would oft pray for the solution to the fire that seemed to rage inside her young body. A lady of higher standing in court had made a snide remark to Josefa about the possible affairs of Martin, and Maria was quick to lash out with a cutting quip (something about the own woman’s infidelity and how it shamed G-d) that silenced the woman. Josefa was aghast of course, but Maria felt no shame in defending her mother.

Life changed for Maria when fortune smiled upon her and she was selected to be a Lady in Waiting for the Princess Catherine at the tender age of twelve. As such, she wasn’t so much a proper lady-in-waiting, but more so, an assigned friend. At first, Maria was hesitant to open up towards the princess for fear of upsetting her, but it did not take long for Maria to become utterly devoted to the younger princess. She had always wanted a younger sister, and G-d answered her prayers by granting her the ability to serve her Infanta as a confidante and lady-in-waiting. She would never question G-d’s purpose for her, even if it took her away from all that she loved and into a foreign country by following her Princess to England.

It was raining when she arrived. She remembers that vividly. The dampness of it all…the rain seeped into her bones it seemed. Maria remembered wondering if England was always this gloomy. In Spain, she had enjoyed the occasional rainy day, but this? This was horrendous. When did the sun come out? Still, she would never imagine abandoning her princess, especially not in this barbaric country. Arthur was fine enough. Maria thought Catherine could do better, but Maria bit her tongue on the subject. It was one of the few things Maria never really let the breadth of her opinion flair out on. She only wanted the best for Catherine and was willing to anger her if she felt her opinion needed to be heard, but Catherine seemed fond enough of Arthur, and he treated her well.

However, Maria wasn’t too heart broken when Arthur died. She mourned for the loss of Catherine’s husband because it hurt her beloved princess, but Maria secretly hoped it would mean they could return to Spain. Those dreams were dashed though when Catherine insisted the marriage hadn’t been consummated, a fact that Maria had quite angrily yelled at Catherine for but Maria loyally kept her silence on the matter. She would not jeopardize Catherine’s safety. She would rather die first.

So she was stuck here in England, surrounded by all these Englishmen, with no hope of ever returning to her rightful home. Her deepest secret of course was that the hope of returning to Spain had been replaced by the hope of meeting an Englishman who could match her wiles and not be cut by her sharp tongue. However, Maria wasn’t so sure such a man could exist. She wanted love, respect, intelligence, intense eyes and masculine hands. Perhaps even broad shoulders? And well, the hopes that Englishmen weren’t as bland in bed as their weather was outside the bedroom windows. It would be a gift from G-d to find such a man, especially now that she seemed to be stuck in England.

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  • - - - - Roleplay Sample, There was a reason Carl never took Bella to Chicago. This was it. Slipping in and out of consciousness he was vaguely aware of his older brother peering into his bleeding and bruised face. Where was he? Not his room. He was pretty sure it was pavement underneath him. An alley? Probably. Where had they been before? His head was throbbing way too much to remember. At least he was breathing. Was he? He took a breath and a painful stab confirmed the fact he was breathing. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be hurting. Good, good…he had to get back to Bella.

    He loved her. It was so simple. There was no other girl, woman, or man he’d rather spend the rest of his life with than Isabella. She was his first thought when he woke up and the last before he fell asleep. His trips to Chicago were more out of necessity than want. Sure, he wanted to see his family. He loved his mom, sis and the gang. Up until Lior and Scotty had adopted him, Carl hadn’t wanted any other life than to protect the city with his gang. You know, a simple life that probably didn’t include a long life expectancy but that was fine by him.

    It had been fine until Bella. Scotty and Lior had changed his life but Bella made him want to keep the life they offered. Without her, well, Carl didn’t think he’d have taken so well to how Scotty wanted him to behave. She was his reason for adapting. The future he wanted was incredibly different from the one he’d imagined before. Now, he saw himself with enough wealth to protect Bella and give her anything she could possibly want. A few kids along the way and a good, long, happy life together. Wherever she went, he’d follow. She just couldn’t come to Chicago.

    “Carl! Dude…wake up man…wake up…Kent’s going to kill me…shit…” Rough hands patted his face not so lightly and then went to his neck to check for a pulse. Luckily it was there and Carl heard a sigh of relief. Carl was going to go on a limb and guess it was Diesel failing at having an real idea as to how to revive him. Diesel wasn’t his real name. Nope, his real name was Dewitt, but if anyone called him that they might as well consider themselves dead. Another important thing about Diesel is the fact he was tall, really, freakishly Andre the Giant, 6’7 ft tall. Tall and blonde…well…his natural hair color was blonde. Right now it was black on the sides and a red stripe down the middle. It changed every so often but it was almost always cut choppily short like now.

    Carl managed to crack an eye open to find himself face to face with the Nephilim. “You gonna kiss me man?” He tried to smile but it was too painful. Diesel’s sharp features eased into a grin, light blue eyes losing their worried edge.

    “Pfft, you wish,” Diesel joked, helping up a badly beaten Carl to his feet. It was a good thing he was standing because Kent and the others just rounded the corner into the alley. Kent was the oldest of Carl’s brothers. Only at twenty-three, Kent looked a lot older but that was due to all the stress. There wasn’t anything too noticeable about him. In fact, he wasn’t nearly as beautiful as his younger brother. Plain…that was a good way to describe him. Plain features, plain brown hair like his mother and soft eyes that had been much softer at one point. The only thing not average about him was the huge scar starting from his left ear that curved down to his lips, disfiguring the corner a little as well as his cheek. It wasn’t tragic but it wasn’t exactly wanted. At least he’d survived the attack he’d gotten it in. Kent was only human sadly but he had the ‘magic’ ability to keep the rag tag group together and he was good with a gun.


    With him were Elias and Sirius, they were twins and loved it. How could one tell? Easy, they indulged in all the ‘twin’ sort of things that people who weren’t twins would want to do if they had a twin. Same jeans. Same black wife beater. Same crew cut of their black hair. Same eye brow ring. Just…the same. It was pretty much impossible to tell them apart. Both also happened to be werewolves. At 6 ft exactly each, they were big wolves, not massive but big enough. They hadn’t started off as wolves but when one was bitten the other took the plunge into immortality, forever stuck at twenty.


    “CARL!” Kent barked in concerned, picking up his pace to go fuss over his youngest brother. “Fuck…” On the bright side he was alive. “Diesel, did Abbott and Hiram go after it?” Always the leader, Carl was only one thing he was focused on at the moment. Still, he had a hand on Carl’s shoulder.


    “We got it!” Abby came bouncing around the corner, Hira in tow. And yes, Abby is in fact male he just has a lot of energy. He’s the middle brother and a flirtatious little shit to be sure. His gun was tucked in his pants, low rise pants of course without any boxers.


    Kent sighed, “Abby…where’d your shirt go?” That was so normal. Abby couldn’t keep his clothing on. Ever. Women didn’t mind. He had a perfect, lean body. Abs, pecs, v muscle…the whole nine yards. Abbott was the best looking of the bunch for sure, even better looking than Carl dare I say with his winning smile and smoldering looks. Of all the siblings he was the darkest and most unique looking. He was also a merman. Go figure. Their mom didn’t talk about it much. Abby didn’t really care.


    “I lost it again. Sorry Clark,” He winked, saluting his older half-brother while nudging the American born Tribal boy, resident nanny Hiram. Naturally, he was the shortest and coincidentally the smallest built wise. He made sure Abby got out of messes alive and STD free. Hira didn’t really look like a tribal though with his fair skin, green eyes and mess of reddish, brown hair. “Carl! Dude, glad to see you up!” Abby smacked his brother’s ass, dodging a swipe from Diesel.


    Carl nodded his head, leaning into his brother a little more because he was in quite a deal of pain. “Let’s go home…” Kent started to guide the gang back down the alley, flanked by the twins with Hira letting Abby replay the entire fight excitedly because that’s just what he did after every fight.
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