Emerie Yara Draven
"I'm still the same person you fell for..."
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| Nicknames |
Em, Emmie
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| Age |
23
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| Gender |
Female
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| Role |
Supposed Princess
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| Kingdom |
Ilvereth
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| Personality |
Strong willed // Stubborn // Caring // Considerate // Calculating // Intuitive // Respectful // Guarded // Loyal // Persuasive // Occasional Seductress // Playful // Spicy // Sensitive at times // Guilty Conscious // Sensible // Introvert // Passionate // Quite the drinker // Versatile
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"Keep looking at me like that and I'll scratch out those pretty eyes."
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| Appearance |
Emerie stands at 5'4" with a slender and delicate frame, similar to that of the true princess, only, she is much leaner and noticeably stronger than one might find such a delicate person to be. Her skin tone is fair, smooth and milky like porcelain no matter the amount of time she spends outside. Her skin is almost pristine, save for bits of scarring where she was treated roughly during training and sparring. Her eyes are best described as "siren" like, sharp and alluring to most of anyone who stares for too long. Their color are of the deepest emerald greens with flecks of onyx nearing the pupil. Her eyes are framed by long, dark lashes, giving her eyes an even bolder appearance.
Her hair is a smooth, jet black that seems to shine with a deep blue hue in the sun. She wears it long, the entire length of it reaching her hips when left down. The silky waves were typically kept tied back into a braid or ponytail of the sorts to keep them out of her face, but with her new and more feminine role, she's been instructed to leave it down or worn prettily as one might expect a princess to. She despises it, considering how pieces always fall into her eyes, but she listens regardless. After all, she's there for the betterment of her kingdom.
Her cheekbones are high, sloping gently into soft cheeks and a subtle jawline. Her bodily shape, while curvy, has obviously underwent specific trainings of someone in the King's Guard. She often still keeps up certain practices to maintain that shape, unwilling to allow her self to slip and possibly fall into danger she cannot protect herself from. Unlike the princess, her nose is not perfectly straight. It is only slightly imperfect, having been broken once before, nearly running that pretty button shape. Her lips are full and pouty, typically sporting a rosy color either by nature, or by the way she nibbles at them anxiously.
She does not have any tattoos, but she does sport quite the abundance of piercings in her ears. Hoops and shiny studs line the shells of both ears, glimmering when found by the sunlight. She does have general scarring that one could explain as accidents or rough housing, but if caught in a state of undress, one might find the most distinguishing feature she has apart from the princess. There is a long, thin scar from the back of her left shoulder blade down to the curve of her right hip where she was once attacked with a short sword. The injury nearly killed her, but not before she killed her attacker.
Her clothing is not of her own choice. Emerie would much rather find herself in fitted trousers and tunics, but her new and improved role has her wearing gowns of all things. Thankfully they are loose fitted, giving her room to move around and do as she pleases. The materials are rather beautiful and shimmery, and the over all dress design is gorgeous, if not a little scandalous for her own taste. The soft shoes she wears are of the least problematic, but she does miss the familiar weight of boots on her feet. One can almost always guarantee that Emerie has daggers hidden on her beneath the skirts of her dresses. Even as a princess, she refuses to remain unarmed.
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"Emotions are complicated.. But at least I can admit to having them."
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| Likes |
Summer // Sweets // Swimming // Nighttime // Alcohol // Hiding Places // Climbing // Horses // Dancing // Exploring // Singing // Baking // Quiet // Warm blankets
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| Dislikes |
Thunderstorms // Cold Weather or being cold // Snakes // Wine // Being completely alone // Liars (ironically) // Being Stared at // Being tested or challenged
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| Strengths |
Manipulation // Combat // Daggers and Poison // Climbing // Agility // Public Speaking // Composure
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| Weaknesses |
Those she loves // Uncertain loyalties // Emotional at times // Attaches easily // Sleeplessness
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"Don't leave me, okay? I can't do this alone and you're all I have."
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| Family |
Aram Draven ~ Father ~ Alive (As far as she knows)
Caroline Draven ~ Mother ~ Deceased
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"I don't regret what I did. Not when it led me to the only thing that matters anymore."