
Womenfolk were never much in supply around Salneri growing up. It did not seem a problem to any of the men in her life, not for father nor brothers; if any of the "friendly" political rivals and champions had a say in the affair it was certainly to their betterment to keep their mouths shut. It came as no surprise then to those women of the silent servant caste when Salneri came of age to learn the fundamentals of make up that she used it rather. . .exuberantly. What then should her busy, troubled and doting father do but . . .err. . .well. . .what is a hapless man to do in the face of an overabundance of makeup?
Headstrong and energetic, it's not as if you could just
talk to Salneri about her affliction of powders and creams. So it was that the princess of the dwarves was rather well known for her, uh, affection for bright colors. Most of all, bright colors
on her face.

Ysile, loyal and true. Devoted, stodgy, stick-in-the-mud Ysile who never seemed to do any wrong at all. At least in her own eyes. She's quite taken with the idea that life is led on a grid of white and black lines that seldom intersect and never leave room for straying. That sign with the 'keep off the grass' is to be upheld and treated with a starchy sort of honor that is quite. . .dull. Whatever shall a woman of straight lines do when served with a curve of colored scribbles, I wonder?

There are many stories of princesses in towers, and most of those old ones don't end particularly well, unless you count lots of blood and gore to be a high note. So is it that Resja chafes at the idea that life in a tower is the end all be all for those imbued with power. She scoffs at those who cannot fend for themselves, and fairly becomes offended at the suggestion that the poor and destitute simply can't help it. Rules are ridiculous notions for the weak, and might makes right is a concept deserving to be studied in action.
Nothing is particularly off limits for Resja, and no one is safe from manipulation at her hands.

Survival is a concept most familiar to the Dalish, and Kynigi is their child to the last. She is a practical elf, who does not let much get in the way of what needs doing. Yet she is a creature of the comforts of Clan and family, and withers within without camaraderie to turn to when weary. Cast out into Ferelden, she cannot help but be frustrated at the endless chaos of the wide lands and the place within it she never asked for. But she will never shirk duty placed upon her, not Kynigi, though she will always test for wriggle room.
She desperately wishes to return to the life she once knew, but there exists within her a small burrowing hope that maybe -- just maybe -- a new family of sorts may be built from the bunch of misplaced misfits she seems to be acquiring. For that, she will stand against the very world if she has to.
Modifié par littlewisp, 27 juillet 2011 - 04:16 .