Post by Sighani on Aug 28, 2009 16:23:22 GMT -5
Given Name: Niobe Delos.
Nicknames: Niobe's unfortunate parentage is her cross to bear her entire life, marking her as a subject of ridicule among royalty and commoners alike, a woman trapped between two worlds, and as an unclaimed daughter of a violent act against a righteous queen she has heard too many slanders and cruel callings to remember, much less repeat. As Virgil's queen, she now refuses to acknowledge any name other than Niobe spoken by any wolf of lesser stature than her king.
Gender: Female.
Age: 5 years.
Breed: She knows only that she inherited the blood of royal timber wolves from her maternal side. However, the identity of her father remains a mystery, and so she cannot fully account for her bloodline.
Height: 34 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 120 pounds.
Pelt: The runaway queen's pelt is of the winter sky, dark with the blacks of approaching midnight along the highest points of the world, dominated by an icy silver that merges gracefully with dazzling snow-whites.
Spheres: Her eyes are the only indication of her noble bloodlines, the only physical characteristic that sets her apart from the common wolf. They are a deep rose, the last dying embers of sunset, the mark of a beauty or a beast, she is still uncertain.
Mother: Euryanassa Delos, a queen in her own lands who claimed a much younger Patroklian son as her king in order to unite her kingdom with that of Phaedrus Patroklos.
Father: The identity of her father is unknown, and as such many wolves have speculated if she is even deserving to carry the proud name of her mother's royal family rather than face a nameless existence as the daughter of violence and shame.
Siblings: Niobe was the only one of her mother's shameful litter to be born with breath, the others having died before they even saw the light of life. However, Niobe had three older siblings--Dione, her sister who was betrothed at birth to the future High King Virgil, and two brothers, Pelops and Broteas. The great princess Dione was assassinated when Niobe was hardly a year old, and her brother Broteas was quick to follow, having gone mad when he claimed he was receiving visions from the gods that commanded him to sacrifice himself as a martyr. Pelops is her only living sibling, though she has heard nothing of him since she ran away with Virgil.
Interest/s: She has feelings only for her king and finds all other men unworthy of her attention.
Courting/Courted By: Since she left Cthonia, her affections have not strayed to any other man, since misplaced affection is what caused her heartache in the first place, and neither has a man asked for her heart.
Mate: She has not officially terminated her marriage to the High King Vergilius Patroklos, though she knows if things continue the way they are going, it will only be a matte of time.
Whelps: None, as Virgil's family has not yet deemed her fit to carry his heirs. She is impartial on the subject of children, knowing that someday it may be her duty as a queen to produce strong sons and glorious daughters, but also knowing that her children will never be accepted as true Patroklian heirs.
Alignment: She knew once that her allegience belonged only to the light, but now she is not so sure and finds herself slipping further into darkness.
Nicknames: Niobe's unfortunate parentage is her cross to bear her entire life, marking her as a subject of ridicule among royalty and commoners alike, a woman trapped between two worlds, and as an unclaimed daughter of a violent act against a righteous queen she has heard too many slanders and cruel callings to remember, much less repeat. As Virgil's queen, she now refuses to acknowledge any name other than Niobe spoken by any wolf of lesser stature than her king.
Gender: Female.
Age: 5 years.
Breed: She knows only that she inherited the blood of royal timber wolves from her maternal side. However, the identity of her father remains a mystery, and so she cannot fully account for her bloodline.
Height: 34 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: 120 pounds.
Pelt: The runaway queen's pelt is of the winter sky, dark with the blacks of approaching midnight along the highest points of the world, dominated by an icy silver that merges gracefully with dazzling snow-whites.
Spheres: Her eyes are the only indication of her noble bloodlines, the only physical characteristic that sets her apart from the common wolf. They are a deep rose, the last dying embers of sunset, the mark of a beauty or a beast, she is still uncertain.
Mother: Euryanassa Delos, a queen in her own lands who claimed a much younger Patroklian son as her king in order to unite her kingdom with that of Phaedrus Patroklos.
Father: The identity of her father is unknown, and as such many wolves have speculated if she is even deserving to carry the proud name of her mother's royal family rather than face a nameless existence as the daughter of violence and shame.
Siblings: Niobe was the only one of her mother's shameful litter to be born with breath, the others having died before they even saw the light of life. However, Niobe had three older siblings--Dione, her sister who was betrothed at birth to the future High King Virgil, and two brothers, Pelops and Broteas. The great princess Dione was assassinated when Niobe was hardly a year old, and her brother Broteas was quick to follow, having gone mad when he claimed he was receiving visions from the gods that commanded him to sacrifice himself as a martyr. Pelops is her only living sibling, though she has heard nothing of him since she ran away with Virgil.
Interest/s: She has feelings only for her king and finds all other men unworthy of her attention.
Courting/Courted By: Since she left Cthonia, her affections have not strayed to any other man, since misplaced affection is what caused her heartache in the first place, and neither has a man asked for her heart.
Mate: She has not officially terminated her marriage to the High King Vergilius Patroklos, though she knows if things continue the way they are going, it will only be a matte of time.
Whelps: None, as Virgil's family has not yet deemed her fit to carry his heirs. She is impartial on the subject of children, knowing that someday it may be her duty as a queen to produce strong sons and glorious daughters, but also knowing that her children will never be accepted as true Patroklian heirs.
Alignment: She knew once that her allegience belonged only to the light, but now she is not so sure and finds herself slipping further into darkness.