Princess Cecilia Alderton of Alvion
Name:
Princess Cecilia Alderton of Alvion
Age:
20
Height:
5’5”
Weight:
130 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
Cecilia was raised to be a leader, and her personality reflects such an upbringing. While quieter than her father, she inherited some of his firmness and is far from naive and starry-eyed. She is well aware of life outside the castle walls, though her exposure to such an environment is limited at best. She is curious to a fault and always looking for more answers to her seemingly endless list of questions. To her subjects, she is charismatic and charming... the face of a perfect princess. Within the castle, she is more quiet and reserved. Always pleasant and polite, but more interested in hiding away in the garden or library than bopping about with the other nobles.
Biography:
Despite growing up without a mother, Cecilia was raised to be a perfect lady and the voice of her people. Her father, the King, was surprisingly involved in her upbringing and instilled in her a love of her country, a healthy appreciation of literature and history, and a firm hand to rule with. Her childhood mainly consisted of learning and playing while she grew up in the castle, when she was not following close at her father’s heels.
As she grew, she took comfort in being alone where she could be quiet and not have to wear the smiling, charming face that was required of her in public. Not that she was not a charming person... it was just exhausting sometimes. Cecilia’s favourite haunts were the library and the gardens, despite the protests of her advisors regarding the latter. “Working in the gardens is for the servants, dear”, they would tell her. Unfortunately for them, Cecilia was hard headed enough not to care what was for servants and what was for princesses in this case, and continued to work away in the gardens in her spare time. She enjoyed sketching the flowers the most, that is, when she was not studying the various herbs that also grew in the gardens.
Probably the only thing that Cecilia was tasked with learning that she was not adept to was horse riding. The creatures made her nervous, and in turn she made them nervous. The stables were her least favourite place in the castle, apart from the jousting arena. Horses and swords (as she didn’t have a taste for violence) were her least favourite things, so the day that her father was tragically poisoned was already an unpleasant day for the young princess.
At birth she had lost her mother, and by the age of fifteen she had lost her beloved father. As if she did not have enough to mourn, the death of her father brought forth the reign of her wicked aunt. Left alone to rot away in the dungeons, the princess slipped into a deep depression, blaming herself for her father’s demise and her own blindness towards her aunt’s intentions for her unfortunate fate. She now spends her days awaiting her demise, completely void of hope.
Likes/Hobbies:
> Reading
> Gardening
> Feeding and watching the castle cats
> Drawing
Dislikes:
> Horses
> Duelling
> The smell of alcohol
> Large crowds
Princess Cecilia Alderton of Alvion
Age:
20
Height:
5’5”
Weight:
130 lbs
Appearance:
Personality:
Cecilia was raised to be a leader, and her personality reflects such an upbringing. While quieter than her father, she inherited some of his firmness and is far from naive and starry-eyed. She is well aware of life outside the castle walls, though her exposure to such an environment is limited at best. She is curious to a fault and always looking for more answers to her seemingly endless list of questions. To her subjects, she is charismatic and charming... the face of a perfect princess. Within the castle, she is more quiet and reserved. Always pleasant and polite, but more interested in hiding away in the garden or library than bopping about with the other nobles.
Biography:
Despite growing up without a mother, Cecilia was raised to be a perfect lady and the voice of her people. Her father, the King, was surprisingly involved in her upbringing and instilled in her a love of her country, a healthy appreciation of literature and history, and a firm hand to rule with. Her childhood mainly consisted of learning and playing while she grew up in the castle, when she was not following close at her father’s heels.
As she grew, she took comfort in being alone where she could be quiet and not have to wear the smiling, charming face that was required of her in public. Not that she was not a charming person... it was just exhausting sometimes. Cecilia’s favourite haunts were the library and the gardens, despite the protests of her advisors regarding the latter. “Working in the gardens is for the servants, dear”, they would tell her. Unfortunately for them, Cecilia was hard headed enough not to care what was for servants and what was for princesses in this case, and continued to work away in the gardens in her spare time. She enjoyed sketching the flowers the most, that is, when she was not studying the various herbs that also grew in the gardens.
Probably the only thing that Cecilia was tasked with learning that she was not adept to was horse riding. The creatures made her nervous, and in turn she made them nervous. The stables were her least favourite place in the castle, apart from the jousting arena. Horses and swords (as she didn’t have a taste for violence) were her least favourite things, so the day that her father was tragically poisoned was already an unpleasant day for the young princess.
At birth she had lost her mother, and by the age of fifteen she had lost her beloved father. As if she did not have enough to mourn, the death of her father brought forth the reign of her wicked aunt. Left alone to rot away in the dungeons, the princess slipped into a deep depression, blaming herself for her father’s demise and her own blindness towards her aunt’s intentions for her unfortunate fate. She now spends her days awaiting her demise, completely void of hope.
Likes/Hobbies:
> Reading
> Gardening
> Feeding and watching the castle cats
> Drawing
Dislikes:
> Horses
> Duelling
> The smell of alcohol
> Large crowds
