Doliana Afrelius
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The Past
The Start
First daughter and second of three children, Senecus and Nilaya, to her father Senator Remus Afrelius and the Domina Junia Afrelius. She was destined for good marriage. As more progressive Senator he saw it fit when she came of age and had shown an aptitude for languages to send his daughter to university. She had already mastered D'Angeline at the age of 16. This did not hinder marriage prospects, and in fact enhanced them. a match between Marcus Taldia, the son of a Senator Taldia, has been arranged for the two families. Marcus tended university as well, but other studies and classes. It was there that she met Decimus Correl, through Marcus when she was 18. They were friend, close friends the two men. Never known for having a level head and a taste for doing things forbidden or not appropriate, Doliana and Decimus fell closely in with each other. Educations in languages being what they had in common. The betrothal to Marcus continued, though both had agreed, as their families had as well that it would wait until the education was finished. Doliana and her head for numbers and the tongues of other nations would be a great advantage and benefit to both families. The pair were inseparable, but when they were, It was Doliana and Decimus. She courted both, and balanced both, with Marcus none the wiser. Their mutual love of languages led to many a night somewhere, bantering back and forth in whatever new tongue that had crossed their fancy.
Fates Intervening Hand
So it ran, and commenced for nearly 6 years. Till at some point Marcus was tipped off. Enraged that his friend would do such a thing, but very much in love with Doliana, he took her with him, making off for the estate his family owned. Had things gone the way they should have, no lives would have been lost that evening. But Decimus came, seeking to save doliana from what he though that she did not want to be. Not knowing that Doliana was sneaking forth from the estate to find him and tell him that the two were never meant to be and that it was nothing more than what it was. Marcus caught them, and the battle that ensued was bloody and devastating. In the end Marcus was dead at Doliana's feet and Decimus fleeing, quite possibly dying from the wound inflicted.
The investigation and near trial that ensued left her family in ruin. A dead senators son, another fleeing and responsible for his death, though through witness's of staff at the house Decimus was cleared of wrongdoing. The only person not cleared was the woman they fought over. No man to marry, she was branded whore and relegated to it seemed a spinsters life while her parents tried to find some way or shape to salvage face and reputation. Nothing to be done. No one would marry her, nor even for coin. Instead she lived silently and quietly in her house, doing her best to bring no attention to herself and better her brother's already matched marriage. She plied her knowledge, and began to make coin for herself, to begin supporting herself when it seemed as if no man would ever take her.
Duty and Family
That changed though, within five years. Someone was found and a deal brokered. Much coin from her parents paid, but she was sold in marriage to Iolius Darcel. Decimus's half brother, the son of Senator Darcel. Hatred at first sight on both sides, but for the sake of family she went forth with it. The marriage was an attempt to salvage the reputation of both families and though both gave a good showing at the start for the public, behind the walls of their marriage home it was plain as day that they loathed each other. Iolius was perpetually drunk though to his credit never did he hit Doliana. Instead he paraded woman after woman, courtesan and mistress through their house and even their bed. She took her own lovers, but discreetly and no child was ever born of union between the two of them, much to the ire of the Darcel family.
Elua's Guiding Hand
Through years and tribulations, going where sent by her husband as a docile wife and enduring the disgrace that her younger years brought on, at the age of 33 Doliana preceeded her husband to Elua. The intention being to search out the feel and emotions of the city. Soon enough though, she found instead that she was no caged bird, and had a far greater purpose to life than to cater to an insolent and hurtful man, nor her family. She found others who regarded her for the woman she is and not the woman she was. She found as well love, a position at the University teaching Caerdicci and Old Tiberium to the students so that she could pass the time. But as with all good things, they never last. Be it the fickle nature of a weak health, or as it turned out, the jealousy of woman scorned, the woman that Doliana wed passed away, followed quickly, supposedly, by Decimus. She tidied up Christine's affairs in Camlach, not being adopted into the womans family and unrecognized by law as a spouse, she had no reason to stay and no claim over title. Back to the University she went. But even that seemed to be too much for the woman who was not letting herself grieve, convinced that this was her punishment from the gods she gave up when she turned to dedication of Elua and his companions. So she left the city, renting out her house and left for parts unknown.
But, months passed and suddenly, she was back in the city, and while still as distant and cold as ever, she's resumed her position after taking leave, and has been seen venturing more than once into the palace or the Night Court.
Description
A statuesque woman, tall standing just over six foot, but not bird thin as she has the curves that match her frame. Her hair is normally in thick ringlets that are piled artfully on top of her head. Her eyes a piecing dark blue. Her skin is a olive in color and smooth as silk, with no obvious or detracting blemishes. She can be placed somewhere in her early 30's or late 20's.
A body that near perfect for pleasure, and she enjoys wearing tight Tiberium gowns of white or red that show of her figure to the best effect. Doliana has long legs, and hips that are not too wide. She has a presence that makes her stand out in a crowd, though that is also with the aide of her height.
Personality
Doliana herself is quite docile seeming, though she has on occasion shown the sharpness and cunning that lays beneath her calm and cool exterior. A few have managed to break through it, though it is usually those are not in want of anything or do not think to pander to her vanity and self esteem. Those who are close have also seen a different part of her, the more human side of her which has of late not been showing through.
Recent Events
- Eve of her 34th birthday, her paramor passed to the Terre that lays beyond.
- Taken up the position of a teacher of languages at the University in Elua. Caerdicci, Aragonian and Cruithne being the three that she teaches.
- Was wed in a ceremony to Christine no Heliotrope, witnessed by Mireal no Cereus and Prosper no Heliotrope.
- Divorced Iolius Darcel, a prosperous merchant and son of a Senator in Tiberium. Irreconcilable differences.
- Moved to Elua to feel out the mood of the city in advance of her husband.
Recent Events
- Doliana applied for and was accepted to teach languages at the Université des Compagnons. Caerdicci, Aragonian and Old Tiberium(latin) are her curriculum offerings.
Odds & Ends
Trivia
- Doliana while remaining a citizen of Tiberium, has forsaken the gods of her homeland and taken up the worship and dedication of Elua and his Companions. Something that is not a commonly done thing.
- Is not a commoner as was mistaken by a member of D'Angeline peerage. Born the daughter of a Senator and a noblewoman "Domina" Doliana has rank equal to any "Lady" of Terre D'Ange.
- Afrelius is Doliana's maiden name. When she first arrived in the City of Elua, she went by Darcel, her former husbands name.
Soundtrack
Links
- Livejournal: Dolianaafrelius
Wardrobe
- These are up for easy reference, and should not be copied unless you ask me first. I am more than willing to share, but some of them are for my use only. Thank you in advance.
Dress
| Name
| Description
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 | | Caressing and hugging the curves as if the fabric was molded to her body. A delightful burgundy silk dupion though structured. sleeveless and flaring out at the knees enough to not hinder movement. It contains yet leave the décolleté apparent enough, to tease the viewer into hoping for a glimpse of more. A matching raw silk floor length jacket that button tightly just underneath the bust to waist with a row of small pearl buttons to close it completes the look. High in collar, but still hugging the body leaving some modesty, the inside lined in a contrasting cream smooth silk. The sleeves are long, with a simple froth of lace at each cuff. The coat doesn't close from the waist down, displaying the the skirt of the dress underneath, and the matching pearl dotted slippers, with a soft leather sole. |
 | This gown screams grace, and beauty. Many layers of the whitest chiffon possible comprise this gown that mimics a sarong. The right shoulder and arm are bare with the topmost layer sweeping over the left arm, covering to the elbow. The nature of the fabric drapes softly, skimming the chest, hinting at curves that lay beneath, to flow down, skimming hips and when she moves, it flutters in her wake. All around the bottom 5 inches of the fabric are flowers, and leaves, delicately beaded with pearls and crystals with the flowers extending up the covered arm to the shoulders. No slippers would match this dress and instead are sandals, with ribbons, beaded with the same small pearls and crystals that the dresses hem is comprised of. The ribbons that travel up to embrace the calves are plain. | |
 | Fit to be worn on a Hellenic goddess, this dress entices others to look a second time. Jet chiffon falls from one shoulder, and bathes the torso in decadence and softness, slightly gathered at the hip but flows out and drops to the floor. . The nature of the fabric drapes across the body, hinting at curves that lay beneath to flow down. When she moves, it flutters in her wake. All around the bottom 3 inches of the fabric are heavy gold embroidery in the Grecian style. The back is a series of straps the pull up from the side to hold the fabric close to the body, twisting and twining to attach at the one shoulder. Leaving the marque beneath peeking from between the straps. Golden bangles stacked to three around one wrist, and black silk slippers complete the look. | |
 | The under dress is composed of burgundy tight to the body, low over the chest that could be almost declared immodest. It skims hips and flares out in a swirl at the feet. The sleeves are solitary, detached from the dress and held in place on the bicep by a snug bareclet. From the upper arm to wrists, split to show gaps in the fabric, held here and there together by golden engraved discs, breaking up the flesh seen on the arms and billow out at the wrists and fall nearly to the knees.
A raw golden silk, heavily beaded and embroidered corset, meant to give shape, not cinch is worn overtop. It displays the decolletage, enticing one to skip a finger over it, and draws attention to the slender waist. Small beaded golden earls dangle off the bottom at the end of burgundy beaded lines here and there. Sandals dyed to match the corset and beaded in the same fashion as well complete the look. | |
 | A burgundy velvet so dark it could be mistaken for black in low light. The inside lined with ermine, to keep the wearer warm, and the hood trimmed in wolf fur, grey and luxurious. |
Words
She said,
"The moon has fallen into a sea of dirt, and all that I loved is gone."
They said,
"There is still the sea. The clouds. The earth."
She said,
"The ground slides, filthy and bedraggled, into the melting earth, and all that I loved is gone."
They said,
"There is still the sea. The clouds."
She said,
"The sea is but a stench - it devours but it does not live. All that I loved... is gone."
They said,
"But the clouds. We still have the clouds."
She said,
"The clouds are veils of sulphur and acid rain."
They said,
"We love the rain."
She said,
"All that I loved is gone."
- Linda Bergkvist
Alts
Current Alts
Gabrielle nó Heliotrope
Néomie de Fontaine
Prisca Belfours
Felicie Durest
Former Alts
Jérémie nó Dahlia
Inez nó Bryony
