[hider=Rozalyn][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1ppmdIn.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Ovq7DCn.png[/img] [color=436EEE][i]"It is not for my honor that one shall defend, but the honor of the individual."[/i][/color][/center] [hr] [color=#08a36a][b]Name:[/b][/color] Rozalyn Ballard [color=#08a36a][b]Age:[/b][/color] 23 [color=#08a36a][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female [color=#08a36a][b]Country of Origin:[/b][/color] Nerida [color=#08a36a][b]Weapons:[/b][/color] The strongest weapon of all: her title and privilege along with the sharpest weapon of all: her tongue. [color=#08a36a][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] The only personal effect Rozalyn carries with her at almost all times is a small flute carved from a tree. She plays it when she needs to think or in times of stress as its sound and music soothes and calms her. Her clothing, more often than not fanciful dresses, are appropriately handled by staff and ladies-in-waiting rather than something she carts around herself. She doesn't carry any weaponry of any sort, other than her way with words which can cut deeper and sharper than any blade. [color=#08a36a][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Rozalyn has especially beautiful blonde hair that she once, humorously, referred to as 'strands of grain silk that blow around more frequently than a violent gust' given the length of her hair and how uniquely uncooperative it could be until she found ways to mitigate it with various hair styles. She parts her hair to the left and uses an ornate looking sapphire brooch when she doesn't braid it (or have someone else braid it for her, as the case is). Her manner of dress is, appropriately, regal. Long dresses, casual frillery included, and an air of royalty that comes in her posture as well as her tone of voice. But yet behind the soft blue eyes is a look that seems almost wistful at times. Her youthful elegance is second only to her fair skin and hair, but the way she tells it she wouldn't mind a bit of marring if only for flavor and conversation. [color=#08a36a][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Rozalyn, as befitting a princess of Nerida, expresses a knack for conversation and charisma; her manner of speaking is fairly proper but peppered with rather poignant and often sweeping remarks that, depending on whose ears they reach, come off as dryly sarcastic or mildly offensive. Having spent her life attending lessons on nobility and a woman's place in society - even one who is blood to the royal family, she often surprises by her insight when she does get to listen in on matters that effect the realm or diplomatic encounters. While she doesn't pretend to be some scholar or wise member of court, she does believe that she can and should be allowed to at least have a voice in the matters of Nerida and the realm at large as one of its nobility. Despite having a cadre of maids and servants, Rozalyn has difficulty confiding in or trusting people, with the notable exception of Westra whose circumstances are special and who Rozalyn has a secret jealousy towards due to the perceived freedom of choice the latter has. Rumours abound regarding Rozalyn and her chosen protector but Rozalyn is as quick to dismiss them as she is verbally dress down any who brings it to her attention. Though she often wonders how the other side gets on, Rozalyn does have a built-in sense of pride for Nerida and its people as its princess. Her tone of voice and manner of speaking, very haughty and proper with few wasted words or shortened ones, often makes her come off as overly arrogant. It's something she's working on. [color=#08a36a][b]Short Biography:[/b][/color] Rozalyn is a princess of Nerida and as such has spent most of her life there, apart from the instances of travelling to other regions for various purposes. One of her earliest memories was taking a trip for her fifth birthday to the country of Sher. It was at this birthday where she was given a newborn Pokemon as a gift, a baby Litleo who Rozalyn would go on to consider her staunchest ally. It was also this trip to Sher, where she witnessed a demonstration from the Valkyries, that she thought of a girl around her age who often shirked lessons to swing a wooden sword in secret. For the young Rozalyn, seeing military women of Sher made her wonder why it was such a concern in Nerida. It was Rozlyn's birthday wish to her parents that the young girl, one Westra Calabra, be allowed to train in the sword. As Rozalyn grew into a young woman so too did her sense of wanting and longing. Though she could have almost anything she wanted and was waited on hand and foot, truly Rozalyn wanted a bit more experience of the world rather than just the structured lifestyle her title came with. She envied, at times, the knights and maids who could share a drink with their comrades at the end of the day, sharing stories and laughs with each other. She envied the honest citizens who knew her name when all she knew of them was that they were Neridan. More than anything, though, she envied what she thought she missed. To someone on the inside, the outside looks appealing in the same way that to those stuck on the outside they want nothing more than to be inside. To date, though, Rozalyn's fancies of seeing more of the world in non-diplomatic ventures have been nothing more than just that. Fancies. She is aware of her place in society even if she would consider trading and while she seeks more general acceptance and presence in matters of state, she is aware that it is an uphill battle but still one worth fighting. If she can aid her closest and only genuine friend in becoming a knight then who's stopping her from being more than just a dress and a beautiful figurehead for Nerida? She might be naive, but there truly has to be more in her future than a political marriage and children of her own, and should that be all that awaits her then let it be on her own decision. She would think that's not too much to ask. [color=#08a36a][b]Pokemon:[/b][/color] [hider=Rori] [b]Name:[/b] Rori [b]Species:[/b] Pyroar [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Ability:[/b] Rivalry [b]Appearance:[/b] Rori's most notable feature is the slightly shorter mane compared to others of her species; rather than going to the flank towards the tail, Rori's mane goes down about half its body. Her fur is a shade darker, more of a general brown than a light. Her eyes are just as sharply blue though not as sharp as her teeth. [b]Personality:[/b] Protective, Loyal, Motherly [b]Move Set:[/b] Fire Fang Hyper Voice Flamethrower Sunny Day[/hider] [hider=Lucia] [b]Name:[/b] Lucia [b]Species:[/b] Snorunt [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Ability:[/b] Inner Focus [b]Appearance:[/b] Lucia's yellow cloak is darker than normal due in most part to living away from caves and in a more moderate, termperate area. Her eyes are as blue as an icy, frozen lake. [b]Personality:[/b] Shy, Curious, Playful, Needy [b]Move Set:[/b]Frost Breath Shadow Ball Spikes Protect[/hider] [color=#08a36a][b]Summary:[/b][/color] A princess whose sense of pride might conflict with her curiosity for a less rigid life. [color=#08a36a][b]Other:[/b][/color] Dialogue color is [color=436EEE][b]436EEE[/b][/color][/hider]