Sapphira
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Overview
Past
Her head hurt. And she was lying in a most uncomfortable position, but she didn't have the strength to move. Then she heard voices, footsteps, and felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her over. She moaned as the sudden movement caused a sharp pain to shoot through her skull, and caught a glimpse of booted feet, before she passed out again.
When she woke for the second time, she was lying on her back, and the pain in her head seemed to have diminished. She opened her eyes slowly, and gasped as she saw two strange faces peering down at her. She tried to sit up, but fell back with a soft cry, blinking back tears of pain, as her head protested vehemently.
"Don't move," a voice said. "You have a injury to your head." She opened her eyes cautiously again. One dark haired woman was kneeling next to her, holding a wad of damp cloth in her hand, and the other one had risen to hers feet and was standing near the foot bed she was lying on.
"This doesn't look too bad, you should be more or less all right by tomorrow," the first dark haired woman told her. She had tensed up against the pain before, but she managed to relax slowly, as he gently washed away the dirt from her head, and the throbbing subsided to a dull ache.
"Who are you?" she whispered. "I could ask you the same thing," the second one answered. "My name is…. Is…. I don’t remember." she said nervously. She nearly sat up again, but managed to check the movement in time, before the sudden movement sent her back into oblivion. "Who am I?” she murmured.
Sapphira had not only forgot herself, she did not remember her parents. The story of her creation was a mystery that will never be solved. Her name is certainly no indication, since it was given to her by the people at House Jasmine. She was found there, wrapped in a blanket and placed on the doorstep, at the age of 9.
Sapphira was raised in House Jamine. Naturally she followed the path of her new family, dedicating herself to Namaah within a few months of her arrival. She was an ambitions student, devoting herself wholly and completely to learning the sensual arts, as well as broadening her skills with ample lessons from the other houses when permitted.
Her debut was not a small affair, but neither was it greatly attended. The cost of her virginity was what would be expected from one of the House Jasmine; highly valued. The Comte de Andrássy driving the price up rather quickly and with determination won the bid. With loyal patrons such as the Comte witch included both foreign and local nobles, Sapphira earned her marque just recently, at the age of 18. She has decided to stay with House Jasmine as it is the only home she's ever known.
Appearance
She is a vision: Take all that is fair and beautiful in this world, and coalesce it into a single essence; pull from dreams the scope of mankind's perception of pulchritude over a millennia, and refine it into a single elixir. Blend the two together, and manifest the result into the delicate frame of a woman, and here that vessel stands. Even if one's precepts of allure are different, she is arresting - worth giving a single moment of pause to marvel at whatever master hand has crafted such a young woman into flesh. She is the manifested dream of a muse, all drawn into a single point of focus. A thousand years and a thousand writers could never do her justice, for to define her in the limited capacity of words is impossible. She shall be forever beautiful, for not even time will erase her memory from the mind's eye, nor will it ever rob her of resplendent magnificence.
Handsome features set upon a flawless mien of warm buttercreame, every angle and every curve blameless in its inception. A crown of silken ebony crowns her head, each lock and strand clipped neatly to the same length; the healthy, lustrous ends brush the tops of her waist. Her eyes call down the very stars of the cosmos, for even the heavenly bodies of the sky are wont to settle in those pools of cool sapphire. Those windows to the soul are perfectly almond-shaped with a very slight upturn at the corners, adding just a touch of exotic spice and ethnicity. Her nose is slender, sloped, and patrician; her lips form an exquisite, blessed bow, never too thick or too thin; her cheeks are brushed with a natural blush of health; all of these little details culminate into the startling revelation: She is not even in full bloom. Standing at five feet and five inches, this young lady is still long, lean, and lanky; she carries her maidenly frame with a quiet dignity, through which shines a charisma that simply cannot be muted, not even by her winsome beauty.
Dramatis Personae
Royalty
Nobles
Courtesans
Priesthood
Middle Class
Foreigners
Plot Hooks, Rumors and Trivia
Plot Hooks
Rumors
Trivia
Links
IC/OOC Warning
Spoiler warning: The content on this page is OOC. This knowledge is provided for Out of Character reading pleasure only, and is not to be used In Character without justified knowledge of the events nor of the Pc (such as being present, or having staff permission).
