Post by Pinkie on Jul 28, 2007 20:30:15 GMT
Name: Elendur
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Appearance: Graceful as a swan. Elendur is tall, quite tall in fact - slim of build but with soft, womanly curves that she does not try to hide. The girl has long blonde hair which she usually dresses with chimes and small tinkling bells to add an air of intrigue to her appearance. She has grey-blue eyes and full lips. A dark freckle adorns her cheek, seeming to be the only darkness on her otherwise immaculately pale and smooth skin.
Her clothing is always fine - her jewellery always plain but expensive.
Elendur was born with a red birth mark on her lower stomach which she is rather paranoid about.
Personality:
A bit of a brat. Elendur is the illegitimate child of the Steward of Gondor and likes to act it. She is good company, cheery and boisterous, cheeky and prone to infectious laughter, but she is a bit aloof. She can be cruel at times without truly realising it but there is also a part of her that thinks that being the daughter, illegitimate or otherwise, of the Steward of Gondor that she can do what she wants.
Elendur is curious. Nothing is really beyond her. Despite that, she is not flirtatious. She is bawdy at times, brazen even, but not flirtatious. She has little interest in men for the purpose of marriage and coupling, she sees men as toys, playthings and likes to keep their company only if they amuse her.
A little spoiled, Elendur adores both her step-brothers and is idolised by her father.
Job Description:
Minis Tirith Brat
Race:
Human - Gondor
Home World:
Middle-Earth
History:
Elendur's mother was a hand-maid of Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor before his illness took over. She was a good woman, honest and loyal. She gave birth to Elendur after a short affair with Denethor and once she had given birth she was sent away. The child was left in Minis Tirith, taken in by Denethor who saw an opportunity to dote on a girl now instead of a boy. She was reared as if she were a legitimate child - trained in courtly ways and educated by scribes and tutors in geography and history.
She played with her step-brothers, following them around like a lost puppy alot of the time until she finally came into herself and found companions of her own age and sex.
Her few encounters with men, courtiers, have all been quite amusing. Elendur finds herself to be more intelligent, witty and charming than her suitors and ends up becoming friends instead of partners with them. She has only had one bad instance with men and that was when she had just turned from a girl into a woman. The classical tale of the love-struck princess falling in loev with the stable boy unfortunately --- she slept with the stable boy and afterwards, in pain from the encounter, had declared that he had forced himself on her. The boy was sent away from Minis Tirith in exile which left Elendur with a small pang of guilt which she got over fairly quickly. She has not taken any lovers before or after him.
During the War of the Ring, Elendur was sent away from Minis Tirith and so found it hard to believe word of her father's insanity, his burning of Faramir and how had almost destroyed Middle Earth with his lunacy.
She returned to Minis Tirith to terrible destruction but found it easy to re-adapt. Her old friends were still there and it was she who brought the Court of Minis Tirith back to life again.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Vibrancy is her greatest strength. She is good companion if a little judgemental and arrogant at times. Intelligent but a little flaky when it comes to the real world.
-- Own Character --
Sample Post:
Elendur liked the green dress but her lady-in-waiting preferred the red on her. The blonde stood looking into the mirror with her blue-grey eyes wide, her lips pouted, turning side to side to see how her back and shoulders looked in the gown.
"I'm not sure -- the green is so much more earthy. The red is a bit ... scarlet." she mused with a lopsided smile. The other women in the room sat languidly on loungers, eating small pastries prepared for Elendur. She did not mind however - they were good women the three of them. Honest.
"Which do you prefer Cristain?" she asked the dark haired of the three.
Cristain looked up and gave a doting smile to her better --
"They are both beautiful El --" she mused and Elendur rolled her eyes.
"Bloody peasants..." she muttered, knowing Cristain only said that because it was the least controversial thing she could have said.
Elendur decided to remain in the red and dismissed her ladies, arranging her hair herself. Up. Curls hung down her neck and little bells tinkled in teh heavy bundle of hair at the nape of her neck. She smiled at her reflection and left her rom, walking with stately grace through the white halls of Minis Tirith. Her slippered feet made barely a noise.
Coming to her father's chambers, she knocked and entered, pouting when she saw that he was not there. Turning, she decided he must be at court instead and so she made her way there, seeking his honest opinion where her women let her down. Walking into the court - Elendur was a ruby amongst slate - her red gown was perfectly fitted to her shapely body - cut high in the neck but swooping low down her back to just below her shoulderblades.
"My Lord --" she said loudly, spreading her hands and smiling brightly at Denethor who was in conference with Boromir about some fickle bit of denfensive trivium. "-- Father. Tell me - does this red make me look a harlot?" she asked with a petulant smile, her look sultry and pleasing all at the same time.
OOC Name:
Pinkie
