⚜ Her face was as beautiful as though she had never known fear.
Curious ⋅ Moony ⋅ Timid ⋅ Serene ⋅ Ethereal ⋅ Morose Submissive ⋅ Naive ⋅ Eloquent ⋅ Quiescent ⋅ Delicate
Moony ✧ The princess’ shy, aloof nature has proven to make her seem rather listless and easy to wander seemingly without purpose. Miorjah daydreams rather often, creating stories within her mind and remembering the potent dreams that fill her sleep. The princess often seems sleepy or lost, searching for something, or more likely, someone. She seems to care little about what is around her, leading her to forget minor details or seem in another world entirely.
Enigmatic ✧ Silent by nature, Miorjah is often considered difficult to interpret. This fact is only increased by her lost heritage, a myth in the flesh to most who meet her. She tends to linger alone, or on the edge of the room as a wallflower, appearing and disappearing in a flash. Most often call her a ghost, because of her aloof nature, earning the title “Ghost of a Rose” by those who are graced to meet the Princess.
Delicate ✧ A being of prey, her peaceful nature and lithe body show her fragility on her sleeve. With her feminine nature and petite, weak physique, most would assume her a traditional fair-faced, dainty noble, and they are correct. This does seem to extend deeper, for crudeness and vitriol sting deep than most expect, bruising her fragile mind and heart.
Tragic ✧ Not unexpected as the last of her kin, the lone survivor of the slaughter of her bloodline has left the lost Princess a sorrowful creature. Easily moved to a profound, lonely sadness over things both big and small. She’s easy to move to tears or push her to hide and cower thanks to her tragic life. She rarely smiles, showing a reserved and despondent nature from her years of solitude and monumental tasks ahead of her.
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"She has a newness to her. If I learned sbe had been born this very morning, I would only be suprised that she was so old."
⚜ Likes
⋅ ᘛ Moonlit evenings
⋅ ᘛ Honeyed Tea
⋅ ᘛ Sweet Berry Tarts
⋅ ᘛ Glittering Jewelry
⋅ ᘛ Romance Literature
⋅ ᘛ Painting Lost Landscapes
⋅ ᘛ Rose petal Baths
⋅ ᘛ Soft Silk Garments
⚜ Dislikes
⋅ ᘛ Summer’s Sun
⋅ ᘛ War & Battletimes
⋅ ᘛ Empty Halls
⋅ ᘛ Court Gossip
⋅ ᘛ Fire
⋅ ᘛ Loneliness
⋅ ᘛ Midnight Howls
⋅ ᘛ Vapid Arrogance
⚜ Interests
⋅ ᘛ Faerie Harp
⋅ ᘛ Painting
⋅ ᘛ Writing
⋅ ᘛ Gardening
⋅ ᘛ Reading
⋅ ᘛ Childsitting
⚜ Talents
⋅ ᘛ Licorne Magic
⋅ ᘛ Incredibly Courteous
⋅ ᘛ Understanding
⋅ ᘛ Exceptionally Intelligent
⋅ ᘛ Well-Spoken
⚜ Flaws
⋅ ᘛ Extremely Naive
⋅ ᘛ Cries easily
⋅ ᘛ Unknowingly Selfish
⋅ ᘛ Dislikes Change
⋅ ᘛ Poor expressing emotions
⋅ ᘛ Rather Clingy
⚜ Fears
⋅ ᘛ Death
⋅ ᘛ Being the Last
⋅ ᘛ Bows & Arrows
⋅ ᘛ Wildfires
A beacon of feminine grace, the Licorne Princess is shy as a wild doe from her years of isolation, remaining at the edge of the forest. Now, Miorjah silently learns the plays and dance of socialization, a show of her observant nature. Still, she is unwilling to attempt befriending anyone herself, yet. The girl is naturally aloof and curious from afar. Perhaps fitting of her goddess-like visage and demeanor.
Untainted by the darkness of the world, Miorjah’s soft heart held no lust for power or land. She is rather submissive and easy to bend as most prey were with careful hands. Despite her soft nature and dreamy demeanor, her mind is sharp, and a touch clever, as a true Licorne should be. There was a part to her that seemed to deceive, as if her submissive nature was not simply fear and training. She was fragile, yes, but she could almost be described as stubborn at times with a sharp tongue that betrays her. The pride of the Licorne was in her veins, hidden away by the need to be silent to survive. The prideful air of her people was hidden, only coming to the forefront when Miorjah is frustrated or flustered.
Fairytales and dreams were her escape even in her darkest, lonely moments. Falling into those dreams, even when awake, is what kept her sane in her solitude. Miorjah seems to be lost often, even if her body was truly there, a moony creature by near necessity. The lost Princess lingers at windows or the night sky, remembering old tales or writing new ones that come to her mind, creating paintings of places that did not exist, or writing down the memories of dreams of a past life or destined lover. These tales also nurtured the Princess into a hopeless romantic, seeking her happily ever after. Some would say this hopelessness has made her easy to manipulate, searching endlessly for her fated beloved and happily ever after.
Due to the war and death upon their doorstep, Miorjah’s parents kept her hidden, unhurt by the world. Not knowing that she would be thrust into the darkness. It was that sheltered life of luxuries and kindnesses that she thought all the world received that means that she’s sensitive and a bit spoiled. The young Princess was used to being treated with tender care and coveted as a fine prize. Unkindnesses easily stung deep, and she was far from silent about that fact, snapping or complaining when she’s uncomfortable, sad, or in pain. To those who knew little of her life, Miorjah seemed dramatic and childish, too soft for her own good, in her own virtue - she often kept that ashy past hidden. Most know of her fall of her people, but not how she lived, and where she was caged.
The Princess was not without her interests. The arts of painting, writing, and even poetry bring her great joy. Miorjah’s chosen instrument, the harp, was held in high regard by her people. It was perhaps through her bloodline, she found its practice easy, and is considered quite masterful. Once in the King's court, there is not a week gone by without her somber harp songs echoing throughout the stone halls. In her past, Miorjah spent her youthful evenings in solitude painting anything her imagination came to, recreating landscapes and stories from both her endless supply of books and own imagination. Of course, this has not changed. Often the Princess remains in her opulent quarters away from the King's court of mighty warriors, instead in solitude as she always had been. Books, papers, and scrolls from across the lands are scattered across the marble floors of her chambers from her sleepless nights exploring a world long after hers.
Fear, however, is a powerful thing. Miorjah is a prey creature by nature, Licornes are much like deer and horses, flighty, shy, and passive as prey were. Miorjah was no exception. It made her often distant, as if in another realm. The Princess was hard to read outside of the occasional soft smile or her warm tears.This has led to a reserved, almost tragic persona befitting the last princess of the Licorne line.
For who am I, but a lost girl?
Tarot ✧ Major Arcana - The High Priestess
Gemstones ✧ Rainbow Opal, Pearl, Topaz, Morganite, Rose Quartz, Pink Moonstone.
Color Palette ✧ Roseate, Petal Pink, Lavender, Royal Purple, Periwinkle, Pale Gold
Plants ✧ Red, Pink & White Roses, Bleeding Hearts, Lavender, Wisteria Trees, Lily of the Valley, Moonflowers, Fairy Lilies, Lilac Bushes, English Ivy, Maiden’s Hair Ferns.
Foods ✧ Mooncakes, Rose Jam, Berry Tarts, Vanilla Megerines, Raspberry Scones, Spanakopita, Candied Rose Petals, Princess Cake.
Animals ✧ Red Deer, Arabian Horse, Bleeding Heart Dove, Morpho Butterfly, Rosefinch,
Voice ✧ Soft & feminine laced with an accent of mixed southern french and northern italian.
TV Trope ✧ Damsel in Distress, Princess Classic, Last of Her Kind
Eras of Influence ✧ Italian Renaissance, Tudor, 1500 French, 1400’s Florentine
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