Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489 
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Sept 30, 2016 8:08:16 GMT -8
She didn't want to be there. Not really. No -- that wasn't true. She did. She loved her sister. She loved her brother-in-law. She supposed that she'd love their child, but it felt too soon. She felt... she felt jealousy. She felt envy. Odette had been gone for six months, and it was still not any easier to remember her.
The very thought made Genevieve's beautiful eyes fill with tears and she dipped her head and rapidly blinked them away for a moment. She could feel the Duchess' steely gaze on her shoulders. The woman was not Genevieve's own mother, and in fact, Genevieve was the bastard of the late Duke of Carmean. For the Duchess of Carmean, Genevieve was a thorn in her side, and she had visited Genevieve personally to tell her that she was not allowed to wear black to the baptism of her grandson, "The Crown Prince of Gauldin." The Duchess was very possessive of her possessions.
So Genevieve was in a dove grey gown that was tailored to her frame, almost borderline lavender. She wore a locket around her neck now that held Odette's picture within it. The blonde was pale, and she was thin now, an unhealthy weight. The woman looked as if she could break at any moment...
... And Genevieve felt that way.
When it was her turn to make her promise to love and cherish and protect the child, Genevieve's voice was soft and gently wavered as she tried not to cry. This day was so hard on her. She kept thinking of Odette. Odette, Odette, Odette.
By the time the ceremony was through, her gaze was on the ground and her shoulders were lightly trembling, and she was holding her breath so she wouldn't break into pieces in front of the entire nobility and gentry of Gauldin.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 30, 2016 9:27:13 GMT -8
Renaux chaffed under the elaborate clothing. Then again he often chafed under the extravagant trappings of wealth he was forced to wear at these occasions. He understood the purpose, to show the people that their country was wealthy and important. That their king and queen were so far above them that they wore more money than most would see in a lifetime. That didn't make the clothing comfortable though and it certainly didn't make the custom one he enjoyed. And if he so much as suggested they sell some of the fineries to help feed the peasantry, people got up in arms. It was all a little ridiculous to him. Still, he did as he must.
When they were finally ready Arianne gave him a little mocking smile. She was just as disenchanted with the pomp and circumstance as he was. Which made him wonder even more why there was nothing they could do about it. Even the peasants seemed to love the excess. Coming out in droves just to catch the barest hint of their king, queen, and new prince, it was frankly ridiculous. He returns her smile with a strained one of his own. She knew him well enough to know that he tolerated this ridiculousness only. Then they were walking down the hall Voltaire cradled in Arianne's eyes and the people applauding.
The next hour is spent in boring, tedious, ceremony. Renaux's boredom only briefly allayed by examing Arianne's sister. He'd never met the woman and he was surprised at her appearance. He could sense some great tragedy had recently befallen her though he hadn't the faintest idea what it could be. Perhaps after the ceremony he and Arianne could sit down with her, offer her what assistance they may. To Genevieve's left stood Antain Renaux best friend, head bodyguard, and now godfather of his child. The veritable giant of a man didn't look bored and didn't wear his usual professional demeanor, mostly he just looked sick. Which given he'd just been named godfather of the most important baby in Gauldin was understandable.
Finally, the ceremony is over and Renaux raises Voltaire up to the light. The crowd erupts into a cheer of "LONG LIVE THE PRINCE, LONG LIVE THE KING, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" repeated over and over again. Reanux turns to Arianne as he lowers Voltaire and gives her a relieved smile as he hands over their child. Then they begin the slow march out of the citadel and back to their carriage. Though instead of heading back to the palace they head out of the city. Renaux strips out of his finery and lets out a sigh of relief.
"Well that was tedious and sweaty."
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