Post by Lady Kyrine on Dec 31, 2010 1:12:46 GMT -5
{Taratyn, Kyrine}
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We'll always be stronger together
Exactly who we are is just enough
there's a place for us . . .
there's a place for us . . .
Full Name: Lady Kyrine Taratyn, Princess of Misztal
Nickname: Kyr
Age: 23
Date of Birth: In Narnian dates? Who knows?
Race: Narnian (of Telmarine descent)
Member Group: Dragonrider training master
We'll find what we've been waiting for
we were made for so much more. . .
we were made for so much more. . .
Armor: Chain mail hauberk, plate epauliere (both shoulders), leather vambraces and gloves
Alliances: Narnia, Narada
Homeland: born in Narnia, resides in Misztal
Companion: Taladriyesta
Wealth: Massive
we can be the kings and queens
of anything if we believe . . .
of anything if we believe . . .
Parents: Father General Glozelle of Telmar, mother deceased
Siblings: Twin sister Kyril
Spouse: Methuen Taratyn
Children: None
A world where you and I belong
where faith and love will keep us strong . . .
where faith and love will keep us strong . . .
Personality:
Kyrine is strong willed and a competent fighter. Although she was always the more shy and reserved, often standing in the shadow of her sister, the hands she has been dealt in life have given her strength of character and determination to succeed despite any odds.
Likes:
~ Dragons
~ Walking on sandy beaches
~ Reading
Dislikes:
~ Wars
~ Snowstorms
~ Being compared to her twin
Fears:
~ Fire
~ Being unable to provide Misztal with an heir
~ Mortally embarassing herself at state events
Strengths:
~ Fierce warrior
~ Compassionate and caring
~ Fluent in several languages
Weaknesses:
~ Methuen
~ Insecurity that she fights to keep hidden
~ Baby Dragons
Secrets:
~ Knew where her sister was all along
~ Was in love with Caspian in her youth
History:
Kyrine and her twin sister Kyril were born in the Telmarine castle and their father was King Caspian IX’s closest friend and advisor. Their father sent the girls and their mother to live on his sister’s estate when they were 15, because it became clear that Miraz was intent on overthrowing the king and getting rid of his advisors.
Kyrine had been down in the cellars of the estate when Miraz's men attacked, and she was able to hide from them, but when the burning building collapsed she was trapped in the wreckage for three days before she was rescued by a group of Misztal Warriors, led by Methuen Taratyn, and brought back to Misztal.
Afraid that King Selan was allied with Miraz, she feigned amnesia and spent nearly a year before her memory 'returned'. During her stay in Misztal she fell in love with the young warrior who had rescued her, and upon completion of his Trials the two were wed.
Kyrine is an avid reader, and she is fluent in nearly a dozen languages including Northern Elven and Draca. Once it became evident that the Dragons had returned to Narnia, her skill and patience earned her an honorary place among the Warriors as the foremost expert on training new Dragonriders not only in Riding but also in the care and keeping of the Dragons.
Where the water meet the sky
where your heart is free and hope comes back to life. . .
where your heart is free and hope comes back to life. . .
Secret Word: for Narnia!
Roleplay Sample: (From another site)
The iPod in her ears blocked out most of the sounds around her, but the roar of a big diesel truck cut through even DragonForce, and she hit the pause button and carefully tucked the earbuds into a pocket as she walked around from the back of the house where she had been rummaging around in one of the old sheds. She rounded the corner to see Erika standing on the porch and Gabriel on the walkway leading up to it. She had been working for about an hour and was feeling pretty good, although the coffee smelled amazing even to her.
“Good morning!” she called cheerfully, stuffing her work gloves into a back pocket. “There’s coffee and tea on the little table on the sunporch and I for one need at least another gallon of caffeine in me. Help yourself if you like and we’ll see if we can’t figure out the best way to tackle this thing.” She gestured vaguely to the pile of dead branches in the yard a few feet from the front of the house. “I started tearing the vines down, but so far it looks like they may win this one.”
She picked up the coffee mug she had abandoned on the lowest step earlier and walked up the steps and through the screen door into what she had termed the sunporch. She vaguely remembered it being called the ‘drawing room’ by Mary Margaret Parsons back in the 1860s, but she had always thought it was a pretentious thing to call a screened-in porch.
