Name: Princess Coriander Loquette
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Everian
Title/Positon: Princess of Evermore
Appearance: Long light brown slightly wavy hair, brown eyes, even healthy pink skin, long eyelashes. Approximately 5'4", 110 pounds. Her waist is slender but her hips are on the wider side. Her teeth are clean, if not perfectly white, her nails clean, short and filed, her ears unpierced and her back very straight (her mother insisted on it). She's wearing a cream-colored silky floor-length dress with long sleeves and a lace collar, with a leather belt for the waist with a simple gold clasp. She also has on satin slippers with pearl embroidery and a simple pearl necklace. When she appeared in this new world, Cor was holding a very hefty sword with a silver ?pommel?.
Personality:
History: ~B.S.G.~ The only daughter of the King of Evermore, Cor was born into a troubling time. In the same year of her birth, a dragon awoke from a deep sleep in a lake on the south boundary of the kingdom. This dragon would ravish the small villages outside the walls until the King hit on a strategy to appease the dragon. A certain number of sheep (four, for a nice hearty breakfast) were set out in the field next to the lake each day and the dragon was content to let them be. This went on for many years until there were no more sheep left. So instead the villagers left cattle, only two since they were larger, but those too were soon depleted in a few years. The dragon refused the ducks that were offered next (and burned a town in revenge) and they supposed it was because they were too small and too hard to catch, a guess which was only assured when the dragon refused the chickens and destroyed yet another town. The king and people were beginning to grow desperate. Dogs were offered next, valuable watchdogs and mutts alike, four at a time, but they were too gamey for the dragon. So they offered horses, a precious commodity, and they were well-received, but that pricey offering ran out in a mere six months, even with giving the dragon only one horse at a time, just enough to sate his hunger.
They were in dire straits now. All the people of Evermore- what was left of them- now lived inside the castle gates. Sacrifice any more animals and it wouldn't matter, for all would perish of starvation. So many knights had died over the years from trying to vanquish the dragon, and their bones lay scattered in the field as testimony, picked clean by the dragon who considered them an extra nutritional supplement. The King urged them to find a way to buy time. Word of their peril was constantly being sent across the borders to neighboring kingdoms. Surely one day a true hero would arrive, but until then they had to devise a way to shy from starvation without being toasted. There was only one thing left to do. That year, on a beautiful sunny day in the fourth month, the first maiden was sent to the field. It all made logical sense. The next step from animals was people; boys were too valuable and girls caused the overpopulation anyways. The decision was made in hard logic, but there was much weeping for the poor girl, an orphan named Aniel. So one orphan girl was sent up each day (for breakfast), until the supply was depleted. Now sending beloved daughters was another matter entirely, so the King tried to send an old crone by the name of Mother Baga, but she was rejected (too stringy, too tough by the looks of her, said the dragon). Mother Baga was saved (though she died of a heart attack a week later when the sudden flutter of a dove's wings reminded her of her horrible experience in the Dragon's Field), but now there was another decision to make. One by one, poor families gave up their older girls to the dragon, and this went on, giving up the older girls since the little ones were deemed too small to make a whole meal, until the people began to revolt. After all, why should they give up their own daughters while the King kept his own precious child safe in the castle? They would give no more until the King sacrificed some of his own.
So, with many tears, Princess Cor was sent to the Field, dressed in her best and prettiest dress (the one she is wearing now), to await her death. Only it never came. The princess, and yes the entire kingdom, was saved by a stranger, George de Futbol, who would later be known as Saint George.
~A.S.G.~ His heroics was rewarded with much praise and esteem throughout the entire kingdom, and the old King treated him as a son. Despite all the fanfare, he left, saying he had other deeds to perform elsewhere. In the two years or so that he was gone, Cor grew and transformed from a flighty, naive girl to a headstrong, clever woman. She had to be, for in that time her dear father died and many greedy nobles began to vie for her hand in marriage. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, soon afterwards St. George came riding back, declaring that he deserved a rest and there was no place better than dear Evermore. The Princess's simple crush on the knight changed to loathing as his true colors came forth. He was a lazy braggard, assured of his position as God's Gift to Mankind (especially womenkind), who had never done a brave dead before the incident with the dragon, and since she had been hiding behind a bush, Cor wasn't entirely sure he had even killed the dragon by his own skill. He lorded over the entire kingdom as if he truly were the King's own son, ran the castle, and acted as if he had alreayd proposed to Cor and they were married and he King! To make it worse, the Queen adored him. Cor hated the very sight of him, but there was no way out of accepting his proposal when he finally got around to it. So she was trapped.
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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Everian
Title/Positon: Princess of Evermore
Appearance: Long light brown slightly wavy hair, brown eyes, even healthy pink skin, long eyelashes. Approximately 5'4", 110 pounds. Her waist is slender but her hips are on the wider side. Her teeth are clean, if not perfectly white, her nails clean, short and filed, her ears unpierced and her back very straight (her mother insisted on it). She's wearing a cream-colored silky floor-length dress with long sleeves and a lace collar, with a leather belt for the waist with a simple gold clasp. She also has on satin slippers with pearl embroidery and a simple pearl necklace. When she appeared in this new world, Cor was holding a very hefty sword with a silver ?pommel?.
Personality:
History: ~B.S.G.~ The only daughter of the King of Evermore, Cor was born into a troubling time. In the same year of her birth, a dragon awoke from a deep sleep in a lake on the south boundary of the kingdom. This dragon would ravish the small villages outside the walls until the King hit on a strategy to appease the dragon. A certain number of sheep (four, for a nice hearty breakfast) were set out in the field next to the lake each day and the dragon was content to let them be. This went on for many years until there were no more sheep left. So instead the villagers left cattle, only two since they were larger, but those too were soon depleted in a few years. The dragon refused the ducks that were offered next (and burned a town in revenge) and they supposed it was because they were too small and too hard to catch, a guess which was only assured when the dragon refused the chickens and destroyed yet another town. The king and people were beginning to grow desperate. Dogs were offered next, valuable watchdogs and mutts alike, four at a time, but they were too gamey for the dragon. So they offered horses, a precious commodity, and they were well-received, but that pricey offering ran out in a mere six months, even with giving the dragon only one horse at a time, just enough to sate his hunger.
They were in dire straits now. All the people of Evermore- what was left of them- now lived inside the castle gates. Sacrifice any more animals and it wouldn't matter, for all would perish of starvation. So many knights had died over the years from trying to vanquish the dragon, and their bones lay scattered in the field as testimony, picked clean by the dragon who considered them an extra nutritional supplement. The King urged them to find a way to buy time. Word of their peril was constantly being sent across the borders to neighboring kingdoms. Surely one day a true hero would arrive, but until then they had to devise a way to shy from starvation without being toasted. There was only one thing left to do. That year, on a beautiful sunny day in the fourth month, the first maiden was sent to the field. It all made logical sense. The next step from animals was people; boys were too valuable and girls caused the overpopulation anyways. The decision was made in hard logic, but there was much weeping for the poor girl, an orphan named Aniel. So one orphan girl was sent up each day (for breakfast), until the supply was depleted. Now sending beloved daughters was another matter entirely, so the King tried to send an old crone by the name of Mother Baga, but she was rejected (too stringy, too tough by the looks of her, said the dragon). Mother Baga was saved (though she died of a heart attack a week later when the sudden flutter of a dove's wings reminded her of her horrible experience in the Dragon's Field), but now there was another decision to make. One by one, poor families gave up their older girls to the dragon, and this went on, giving up the older girls since the little ones were deemed too small to make a whole meal, until the people began to revolt. After all, why should they give up their own daughters while the King kept his own precious child safe in the castle? They would give no more until the King sacrificed some of his own.
So, with many tears, Princess Cor was sent to the Field, dressed in her best and prettiest dress (the one she is wearing now), to await her death. Only it never came. The princess, and yes the entire kingdom, was saved by a stranger, George de Futbol, who would later be known as Saint George.
~A.S.G.~ His heroics was rewarded with much praise and esteem throughout the entire kingdom, and the old King treated him as a son. Despite all the fanfare, he left, saying he had other deeds to perform elsewhere. In the two years or so that he was gone, Cor grew and transformed from a flighty, naive girl to a headstrong, clever woman. She had to be, for in that time her dear father died and many greedy nobles began to vie for her hand in marriage. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, soon afterwards St. George came riding back, declaring that he deserved a rest and there was no place better than dear Evermore. The Princess's simple crush on the knight changed to loathing as his true colors came forth. He was a lazy braggard, assured of his position as God's Gift to Mankind (especially womenkind), who had never done a brave dead before the incident with the dragon, and since she had been hiding behind a bush, Cor wasn't entirely sure he had even killed the dragon by his own skill. He lorded over the entire kingdom as if he truly were the King's own son, ran the castle, and acted as if he had alreayd proposed to Cor and they were married and he King! To make it worse, the Queen adored him. Cor hated the very sight of him, but there was no way out of accepting his proposal when he finally got around to it. So she was trapped.
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