Post by Pinkie on Jul 28, 2007 21:07:21 GMT
Name:
Éonan
Age:
30
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Average height, slim of build - lacking the soft curves of a woman but possessing a certain feline grace nonetheless. Éonan has jet black hair and chilly blue eyes, contrasting starkly in her thin face. She has a shy look about her, her hair always left loose and falling over her pale face. She does not consider herself pretty but has such potential if she were to just try. Where other women treat themselves with oils for their skin, nurturing creams for their hair and expensive drapery for their bodies, Éonan does not partake.
Her clothing is simplistic. The livery of the Steward emblazoned on the apron she wears over her dress.
Éonan had suffered under Denethor during his madness. He had struck her many times and ordered her whipped for things she had not done - things which he had not told her to do. The whipping has left a few raised, reddish welts on her back and her little finger on one hand is broken - it was broekn and not reset during one of his terrible fits.
Personality:
Loyal to a fault. Shy, very very shy. Éonan lacks confidence though she is not lacking in ability. She can read and write, has a beautiful singing voice and is quite a capable healer. Éonan is a wallflower. She enjoys peoples comapny but is a listener, not a talker. She has a tendency to be misunderstood - or she simply cannot explain herself very well.
Éonan is quite in love with Boromir, the eldest son of the Steward of Gondor. Only Elendur knows of her affections though she is quite sure that Faramir suspects it. She is a romantic - she loves to read romantic stories and daydreams of being in oen of them btu has not the courage to ever speak with teh older brother.
She considers herself too old for marriage now though she does not let such things dissuade her romantic mind.
Job Description:
Hand-maid & healer of Minis Tirith
Race:
Human - Gondor
Home World:
Middle Earth
History:
Éonan is the daughter of a soldier and the waiting woman of the now dead Stewardess of Gondor. Her parents are still alive - both of them, living in the city and supported by the generosity of Denethor. From a very young age Éonan has wandered the halls of Minis Tirith, learning every nook and cranny. Her mother had been a mid-wife and a healer and Éonan learned alot of herbs and medicaments from her mother, though it did not take long for the young girl, an intense bookworm, to outstrip her mother's knowledge.
Éonan remained in Minis Tirth during the War of the Ring and was distraught at hearing of Boromir's death, only to be told that he was not dead, just badly wounded. It was a relief but Lord Denethor, in his madness, did not realise that his son was not dead and blamed everyone in Minis Tirith for his death. He told Éonan to bring Boromir to him but when she told him she could not, he had her whipped.
The woman knew that it was not Denethor ordering the whipping, but a dark side, an ill man and so has not held a grudge, continuing to serve him faithfully and loyally. She has created a 'potion' which seems to calm the man's wild paranoia and waits on him dutifully.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Shy and strong. She is a realistic woman but is not so realistic that she cannot see beauty nor dream of love. Éonan has no skills in the use of weapons but is by no means defenseless. She is crafty, thoughtful and resourceful if threatened.
Loyal -- being both a weakness and a strenght. Éonan can keep a secret, is a great confidante though she lacks the ability to form advice though in her mind she can usually see a solution to alot of problems.
-- Own Character --
Sample Post (Not less than 150 words):
Éonan was sitting on the steps of the dais where the Steward's chair was. She was busy with her nose in a book about plants and the medicinal advantages of flowers. Her icy blue eyes, however, could not focus properly on the words for he was in the room. His presence filled her with a girlish, youthful sense of excitement but also a burning feeling of inadequacy. He never noticed her --- ever. He knew of her existence btu he never actually set his eyes on her.
The woman's eyes flickered up when she saw a flash of red and she almost groaned to see it was Elendur. There was nothing worse than being in the presence of that woman when Boromir was around. She was so... so... forward! She didn't treat him with the respect due his station and of course, Éonan was always worried that Elendur would draw attention to her and possibly say something about her feelings for Boromir.
Dipping her head, Éonan frowned at the words on the page but her ears were all on what was to be said between Denethor, Boromir and Elendur.
OOC Name:
Pinkie
