I'd like to express my interest in this as well, I'm interested in the Royal, especially as a royal combined with a cursed/blessed power-type situation that could fulfill the role of the strong one/tank as well.  I've added a couple writing samples below, from the same character/rp.

[hider=Sample 1]This was not Eriwyn’s definition of a good day. It had started as one, but the broken arm, cracked rib, and missing friend implied that somewhere, things had taken a turn for the worse.  Of course, the day hadn’t [i]started[/i] that way; it began, like most since she’d arrived in the clanhold, with plants.

Eriwyn started her morning like any other, brewing a cup of black tea and caring for her garden.  She kept a great many plants crammed together on a custom terraced setup, built into and through the upper floor of her wagon, sweet-talking each plant to play nice with its neighbors and grow in the cramped confines. Her latest batch of Firemoss, a tobacco-like plant that smoldered slowly and gave off a sweet relaxing smoke, was nearly ready to harvest. She had given it extra attention that morning, describing to it how she wanted it to grow in the language of plants and emphasized how sweet and rich its smoke would be. 

That done, she donned her outfit for the desert: a flowing, hooded robe of finely woven undyed cotton belted at the waist, with an additional over-robe to further keep the sun off her pale complexion. She left for the Arena, knowing her help might be needed that day as she often volunteered as a doctor for Arena contestants, both in the show matches and the more dangerous fights. Beyond that, a friend of hers, a gladiator and rising star by the name of Mirena Starborn, was fighting that day. Eriwyn was also rather worried about her friend’s involvement with an unknown bookkeeper and intended to ask her about this beforehand.


Perhaps meeting the other woman for a light meal before her fight would give her the chance to get to the bottom of what has been bothering Mirena. It wasn’t like her friend to be jumping at shadows, and she’d even seen her ducking out of sight to avoid some shady characters. They were of the sort that often loitered around the Arena, taking bets and making deals of many kinds. With these dubiously happy thoughts circling through her head she left in search of her friend, finding her on a side street leading towards the Arena.

Mirena was an Ainok of average height for her people, with muscle stacked onto every inch of her frame. Her hair was cropped short and kept out of the way, and her fur coloration gave the impression of a wildfire rippling across the grasslands, only the tell-tale scars of a fighter across her body to break it up. When not fighting, she wore an embroidered tunic and a pouch-covered leather belt to help carry anything she might need that day along with a small icon of the Light-and-Flame around her neck.

[color=salmon]“Salamu Alaykum! I am glad I caught you early today, dear friend.”[/color] Eriwyn said as she caught up with Mirena, who turned to face her with a startled look. “Wa salaam, sister. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Mirena said, the look of shock morphing into a nervous smile as she looked up at the elf.

[color=salmon]“I had hoped to catch you before your bout, for a light meal at least. You’ve been dodging me for those shady bookkeepers for the better part of a week, so I came to hunt you down instead.”[/color] Eriwyn smiled mischievously at the shorter woman and hooked one arm around Mirena, who looked around anxiously as Eriwyn started the pair towards an eatery they favored.  As the pair turned down an alleyway shortcut Mirena's nervousness was proven correct, as a group of well-dressed figures stepped from the alley's shadows, blocking the path.

“I’m sorry, Miss. The Boss has business with your friend but not with any… hangers-on.” One of the figures said to Eriwyn before an unknown assailant behind her backhanded her into one of the alley walls. Her vision faded to fuzzy black as her head slammed against the stone and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Eriwyn woke up not knowing exactly how much time had passed, though not too much based on the movement of the sun. Her head pounded from the impact and a sharp pain in her chest implied further damage, but she forced herself to stand regardless and to find help. Her friend was missing, and she could not let that stand. Perhaps with the influx of travelers, she could even find someone to help them.[/hider]

[hider=Sample 2]Eriwyn was raised on stories of the noble hero-kings of ages past by her nursemaid, and the ideals these stories espoused landed and found fertile ground in her young mind.  She is the 7th of 11 children of the Duke Aegnor of the Emerald Grove. By the Duke's reckoning, she was the most troublesome by far, caring about more than the family's wealth and power.  To the Duke's disappointment, Eriwyn was nearly the polar opposite of her father, caring more for the people of the land than the profits they could produce.

This came to a head when, soon after Eriwyn’s 45th birthday, the capital city of the Emerald Grove was struck by a plague that ripped through the common folk while leaving the noble class relatively untouched.  Beg and plead as she might, her father sent little in aid to the commoners who worked his lands, instead sending soldiers to enforce isolation and curfews with brutal authority.  While effective at eventually bringing the disease under control, the city and Eriwyn both were devastated as nearly a quarter of the city's population lay dead in mass graves, or drifted away as ash from funeral pyres.

The ravages of the plague, and the shoddy efficacy of her father’s reactive measures, lead to a growing interest in medicine within the young woman, leading her to take up the study of medicine and biology alongside her other studies.  This eventually culminated in Eriwyn starting a hobby clinic in the central part of the capital of her father’s Duchy, where she practiced and learned through experience and experimentation.  Her father was none too happy, seeing this as below his daughter's station to be working amongst those who needed help but could not pay at a proper facility, or those who had an emergency that she was closest to.  

As came to all elven girls of noble birth in their kingdom, on Eriwyn’s 200th birthday she came of age and had her official debut into society, alongside an announcement of her betrothal. Duke Aegnor had arranged a marriage for her that would benefit the family, a marriage to the up-and-coming young Count Beleg of Verdant Lake, whose lands bordered the Duke’s. Unfortunately for Eriwyn, the Count was a callous man whose treatment of his servants and serfs left her aghast.

Soon after learning of her betrothal to Count Beleg, and shortly after meeting the man himself, Eriwyn decided to run away.  Over the following months, she carefully arranged for a carriage and horse to be readied through the many friends and connections she’d made through her studies and work in her clinic, before slipping away the night before the wedding and making for the Duchy's border.

Eriwyn traveled under an assumed identity of a well-to-do traveling doctor, charging those who could pay so that she could help those who could not. As she traveled, she heard rumors of the Uttering Monks and their Saying ways, and they reminded her of the whispers she would occasionally hear from her patients' bodies. Thus, she decided to visit them in the hopes of learning more of their arts. She spent nearly 10 years living among them and learning their ways before moving on, as rumors of a missing princess and a search party began to reach the Eld Marshes. With that stop behind her, she continued wandering, stopping wherever there were hospitals and places of learning to be found.  During her travels, she supported herself by providing discrete services for nobles for anything from a cure for their son’s sniffles, to a powder to solve their marital issues, while using this money to help commoners and other folk. Eventually found herself in the Hold of Clan Buraq, hoping to learn about their unique biology and medicinal practices from their Shamans.
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