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In an attempt to show the common people that Caspian is a king for all Narnians and Telmarines alike and not solely the nobles as his usurping uncle was, Caspian has taken the advice of his advisors and friends and a feast open to all has been arranged.
All are welcome to participate – humans, talking beasts, Narnians and Telmarines, nobility and the poor.
|Delia Sarafine Mowbray
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| Delia Sarafine MowbrayLady of Mowbrayfull name:
Delia Sarafine Mowbraynickname(s):
Lady Delia, Lady Mowbray, Del, Liaage:
26 (going on 27)gender:
For Caspian X... And Sephen... portrayal:
- The De La Braose family.
- Particularly the brothers.
- Sephen's stories.
- Tea time.
- Pan pipe music (and music in general).
- Learning new songs on the harp.
- Snowball fights.
- Horseback riding.
- Being looked down on because of her gender.
- Broken harp strings.
- Being interrupted while speaking.
- Being treated as if she is not present or not of consequence.
- Her mother, especially when she tried to marry her off.
- A certain Lord Clausus.
- Strong will.
- Set-in-stone morals.
- Loyalty to loved ones.
- Concealing strong feelings- and just all emotions in general.
- Manipulating words in a calm and controlled manner.
- Snowball fights.
- The De La Braose boys.
- The dark.
First and foremost, Delia is a Lady and as such, she has a certain image to uphold. She is proper, polite, and practical. She is well aware of her position and status in society and is careful not to push her boundaries too much farther than their farthest limits. She also uses this position as much as she can for her own means. This is where the boundary pushing comes in. While she is a Lady, she is not a doll, lifeless on the shelf. She is full of thought and knowledge and with such comes opinions. Delia is not a woman who can go without her opinion being known.
Her tongue is sharp as the point of a dagger and pierces just as deeply. With her outspoken manner and her gift with words, she can both set up on a pedastal and undermine anyone who is foolish enough to underestimate her, or heaven forbid, patronize her, in one smooth verbal attack delivered from a carefully poised, politely smiling mouth. She is quick to anger, quick to hide it, quick to defend her position, and never moved from her beliefs. Treating her like as if being a woman has anything to do with how she should act or be spoken to is a grave mistake than many make over and over again. Delia is also quick to put them in their place.
On a softer note, the Lady Delia is a lover of the arts, particularly musical. She has such a passion for it, that she learned to play an instrument herself, the harp, and is very ill tempered when one of her strings break. One of her favorite hobbies is the challenge of learning to play new and more complicated tunes. Another favored past time is listening to the wild stories of one Sephen De La Braose, although she was firm in the belief that they were just stories and often told Sephen just how silly he was for believing them true. Things are the way they are- there are no spells, witches, or mythical creatures in their ordinary, mundane life. She knows better now, even if her old mundane logic still causes her to be surprised by all the new creatures around.
Though seemingly fearless in the face of suitors and myths come true, Delia has a very real fear of the dark. As she's gotten older, it's become more of a strong dislike bordering utter loathing, but if she's left in the dark for too long, she will start to panic.
(parents, siblings, other significant relatives)
- Drake, 56, Lord of Mowbray, Living
- Moira, 47, Lady of Mowbray, Living
- Meross, 1, Lord of Mowbray, Deceased
- Sephen de la Braose - Best friend or more?
- Killian de la Braose - Best friend and annoyance
- Dorsa - her maid and confidante
Three years before Delia was born, Lady Moira bore a son they named Meross. He died shortly after his first birthday, falling ill and not recovering. When two years later, they had a daughter, it was a blessing to them. The least childish thing Delia has done throughout her entire life is, every week, she visits the grave of her brother with a single flower, a different one every time, and says a prayer, feeling that she should try to live life for him to the best of her ability.other notes:
Growing up as the only daughter and child of Lord and Lady Mowbray, Delia was rather spoiled. Most of the time, she was given whatever she wanted and she became accustom to frequently getting her way. This is most likely what led to her outspokeness later in life, even after she was made to grow up. Getting and doing whatever she wanted gave her a sense of independence and a strong back bone that not many in her class can lay claim to. She pushed her boundaries in the name of the big brother she never knew.
At a very young age, Delia once got lost in the dark having wandered from her parents at a party. She couldn't see anything and felt suffocated. Wherever her parents were, she couldn't see or hear them or anything else. She screamed, which was how she was found. She was afraid of the dark after that and, growing up, has come to just hate it unless she's sleeping; but the fire place in her room always offers a comforting glow in her room when she falls asleep. So, she's never really in the dark.
She'd grown up along side two unscrupulous boys who would fast become good friends. She would spend her days playing with the sons of Lord and Lady De La Braose, acting like what her mother would describe as a 'wild thing' with all the playing and running and the hems of her skirts in tatters. She would spend her evenings, when allowed, in front of Lord Rynelf's chair, listening in fascination to his fantastical stories of talking beasts and mythical creatures. Not long after, it was Sephen who enthralled her with the tales, adding in his own twists and surprises into the story. Of course, while the stories were amazing, she did not believe them true and took to scoffing and shaking her head whenever a De La Braose insisted they were truths. Such things were impossible. Even as a child, she would not be drawn in to believe such stories, for they were only and just that- stories.
Such is life, all good things must come to an end. As Delia grew older, she began to spend less time with the boys, especially when Sephen started his education. Soon thereafter, she began her own lessons, which meant even less time spent with her friends. It wasn't long before it was unlady like to be running off with them, playing, walking around unescorted. Races were replaced with lessons, play fighting replaced with tea time, and comfortable clothes replaced with those of high style. Nothing she did would make her parents let her have her way this time. She became a subject of society.
Without her really noticing, the De La Braose family simply disappeared from her life entirely, leaving her only with memories, stories, and childish scrawls. Frustrated and bored, she insisted she be allowed to take up a hobby that would fill her dull routine with something enjoyable. Something to replace the fun, unlady-like things she was no longer permitted to take part in. After reviewing a number of different activities deemed appropriate for a Lady to partake in, she decided upon learning to play an instrument. One of the good things, she thought, that came from being a Lady and having to put childish things away was that her world was sometimes filled with the most beautiful music. She mostly enjoyed the sound of pan pipes, but it was the harp she chose to learn. She found it relaxing to sit back and randomly pluck at the strings after a particularly hazardous day, yet she took her lessons very seriously. The harp soon became her one escape and she would focus large amounts of energy on learning new pieces.
Sooner than she would have liked, she was, in her opinion, bombarded by suitors the moment she turned sixteen. One after the other, she refused their offers, their promises, and some she down right drove away with her outspoken and opinionated tongue. There is no rush to marry, but her parents are becoming concerned. She has long since passed the age range that normal girls marry, and still she turns down inquiring men. Delia doesn't know what it is she's waiting for, but she knows she can't put it off for too much longer before her parents become insistent that she choose. Or have the choice made for her.
When the country was on the brink of war, suddenly Sephen and Killian de la Braose seemed to have been thrown back into Delia's life and she welcomed them. Sort of. It may be concievable that she threw snowballs at them first. With her mother pushing a horrible man named Lord Clausus on her for marriage, they were a refreshing change and despite a bumpy reunion, she was very glad to have them. However, Sephen was smuggling supplies to the Prince Caspian and was found out. He burned everything on his land, a place that had been like a second home to Delia, and fled. Not wanting to lose her two best friends again, Delia fled after them only to find herself in a make-shift army camp surrounded by the creatures of fairytales.
Delia did not take part of the war -she detests war- though she did threaten to a few times to get her way. Mostly, she stayed at the camp helping any way she could and learning a great deal about medical care. In her mind, some things are simply not possible, so it always surprised her to see centaurs or hear Trufflehunter the badger speak to her during her lessons, for lack of a better term.
After being part of such an adventure, the likes of which Delia had only dreamed of or heard in stories, it seemed rather... ordinary to return home. And, she was quite surprised at her welcome when she came back. Her father, she knew, loved her. Her mother, she was sure, hid her anger for the simple fact that Delia was her only child and she wanted her to get married. And so life went on.
Sephen de la Braose's loooooooove interest.rp sample:
|Delia plucked absently at her harp strings, her face fixed on the sunset out the window. There was some sort of social gathering she was supposed to be readying herself for, but for some reason, she felt compelled to play. It wasn't anything, really. Random notes that soothed her. A sigh escaped her as once again, her thoughts travelled to the De La Braose boys who were, she should know, no longer boys, but grown men. She wondered sadly if she would even recognize them if they passed each other on the street. She couldn't even imagine what they would look like. Baby faces on top of broad shoulders.|
A plate of untouched fruit and cheese sat on a low table at the foot of her bed that she had ignored since it's arrival. In fact, she'd asked that it be taken away, but apparently those were orders the maid wasn't allowed to follow. She was quite sure there would be plenty of food wherever it was they were going, so she didn't know why her mother insisted on her eating before she left. Well, actually she did. It was so she wouldn't be so inclined to eat at the gathering. Her mother was really wanting her to marry her off. Delia plucked hard at a string in frustration. Perhaps she just didn't want to wed. Was that so bad?
Actually, it was.
With a sigh, she stood and picked up the tray. Then, walking to the window, she opened it and dumped the contents out before putting the plate back. "Dorsa, you can take the plate now!" she called, knowing that the maid was hovering about out her room somewhere within calling distance. Another mother order. "I'm finished and I need to prepare for tonight's event." The young girl came in, quiet as a mouse and small as one, too. Delia's height even intimidated the help. She was the daughter of a much older woman who also worked for her parents. Often times, she envied the girl. Olma, her mother, was not urging her to marry. Then again, Dorsa was seventeen. She still had a while yet before her mother began to worry.
"Thank you, Dorsa. It was delicious." The girl was terribly shy, but that didn't stop her from shooting a look at Delia. She knew the Lady had not eaten a bite and was likely trying to figure out what she had done with the food. Yet, she said nothing and merely left Delia to dress for the night's affairs. If any man approached her with proposals and promises, she wasn't sure she would be able to control her temper this time around. She took time then, as she readied, to pity the poor man who would face her wrath.
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</div> This post has been edited by Delia Sarafine Mowbray on Nov 20 2010, 06:39 AM
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