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NAME;Lady Elthea of Lireth Alyssa
CLASS; Princess -> Masterknight
WEAPONS; Staves; untrained in combat
COUNTRY; Dentoria
AGE;1617181920 21
BIRTHDATE; October 1, 606 AR
ZODIAC; Libra
FAMILY;
Father // Lord Elmudd (deceased) Mother // Lady Bunny
Brothers // Hasten, Fartgus
Sisters // Amaeyra, Isanae
LANGUAGES; Trade [fluent], Dentorian [fluent], High Dentorian [average], Old Dentorian [good]
BLOOD TYPE; AB



HISTORY;
Lady Elthea of Lireth. The quiet, middle sister who never did anything of importance. The quiet, middle sister who couldn't do anything of importance. The quiet, useless, pathetic, clumsy middle sister who was always overshadowed by her siblings. From an early age she knew she would always be the one trailing behind, the one who never, ever recieved any of the affection from her parents that perhaps... just perhaps... she once could have gotten. The one that would never amount to anything, because she was nothing. She had nothing, and would always, and forever be nothing.

Nothing but pretty.

And even then she couldn't compare. Even then she wasn't as beautiful as her sisters. She'd always lurk in their shadows as they were showered with light and glory and slowly stole away everything she'd always dreamed of.

She wasn't close with her siblings. She supposed they had better things to do than spend "quality time" with her. Her parents, Lord and Lady of Lireth seemed to feel the same. Her father was a man of great pride, concerned with keeping the line of Lireth pure, noble and as brilliant as it had always been-- and making sure that future generations would be the same. For this reason, he saw Elthea as the filth of the generation, a clutz and a fool.

Lady Elthea of Lireth. The quiet, middle sister whose insignificance was pounded so far into her head she was expected to come to accept it. The quiet, middle sister who spent days upon weeks locked in her own room, staring bleakly at the stars and wishing some day she could make something of herself like a caged bird. A caged, mute bird who longed to escape.

And one day, she took flight.

Elthea escaped to Mansoure, where she was soon found by her sister Amaeyra, and she broke down. They took refuge in Mansoure Hall, courteousy of Lady Gloria and Lady Felicia, until she 'recovered.' Lila, a knight of Lireth, met up with them there, proclaiming that she was under orders of Lord Elmudd to find Elthea and bring her back home. The two sisters departed from Mansoure, and left for Emeron, where they are currently staying.

Her current state of mind is fragile, and her sanity is questionable, wavering as she walks the thin, almost nonexistant line between control and losing control completely.

For now, Elthea is home. She hates it. She hates it much more than she ever thought she could. But she's home. And she still doesn't understand why anyone would yearn for it.

Fartgus appeared, and then Isanae, but she didn't break, not then.

But it didn't mean she wouldn't. At a recent ball held by her mother, Elthea snapped once more, and became a vicious, violent, screaming, shouting, indignant monster. She questioned her brothers, questioned her sisters. Rambled about being puppets dancing on strings. Screamed that she wouldn't be controlled. Her journal was then taken from her under the orders of her eldest brother, Hasten. Isanae and Fartgus burned the journal as instructed.

Elthea, however, had found a dictionary in her room, though it was supposed to be empty, and re-entered the journals once again, but did not write anything publicly during that time.

Only after Hasten announced his engagement to Felicia of Mansoure, did she write. A suicide note. Elthea of Lireth was supposedly dead on that day. She supposedly took her own life. Supposedly jumped out her own window. The blonde-haired, mangled, slim body that was recovered was supposedly hers.

But Elthea of Lireth is not in fact dead. Though she could not ride, she escaped after hiding out, on one of the House's famed horses.

And now, she's only waiting.



PERSONALITY;
Elthea is a quiet, mellow and soft-spoken girl. She knows full well that she is of noble birth, but doesn't do anything to flaunt it, and nor does it show when she speaks to people. She thinks of herself as a pushover, a doormat and... a staircase. Something to ignore, to step on, and to help others rise above her, even though she herself could never get any higher. She is somewhat of a bleeding heart, and has a soft spot for 'cute' things. Elthea is extremely sensitive, and is prone to crying quite a bit, though it's bad for her eyes. She's also very gullible, if not tragically naive, and doesn't know much, if anything about the outside world and the dangers that lie at her feet.

She thinks of herself as a mindless, worthless coward, and has a very low self esteem, even considering her station in life. If she was asked to sum herself up in one word, it would be 'lost.' And sometimes... she wishes someone would guide her.

Elthea isn't completely stable, despite insisting that there's nothing wrong with her. She snaps at any moment, and is quite unpredictable. Only recently having gotten over her fear of her elder sister's name, no one knows whether she'll break again-- and when.



APPEARANCE;
Though in no way does Elthea care for, or notice her looks, she is something of a beauty. Her hair is long and pale blonde, falling past her waist. Her eyes are green, and somewhat large and childlike. She bears a very strong resemblance to her elder sister, both in looks and poise.



AWARDS;

who cares if I wasn't the player who actually won these guys seriously

Round 3



Round 2

knight_scholar

wild_axewoman

celestial__

thelionsheart

ohsoshameless

lovely_felicia

enchantress__

ivoryandglass

ratherforgetful

__gentlespirit

blindsplendour

[Elthea's PB is Princess Emeraude from Magic Knights Rayearth. Please do not feed the psycho, she might bite. This journal is for RPing purposes in the himitsu_sensou RPG. Elthea is played by dots.]