The Lady (soon to be Baroness) Glorioslily Jessica of the House Milatomos
This is my Larp Persona. She is the reigning noble in our small town that is full of troubles. (kind of wished I had pulled down my wig a bit further, but oh well)
After our last larp game I wrote a little roleplay for her I though I would share as well!
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The day had been long and taxing, and Gloriosalily simply couldn’t take any more of it. She had swept away, even while the bandits still loomed just beyond the treeline, into her tiny home, locking the door behind her with such force the plaster protested and shot out a flurry of white dust into the air.
She paused only for a moment to light the small lantern that hung from the room, before she threw herself into her hammock with a cry of defeat.
For a long time she laid there, cradling her pillow in her arms, and crying softly, frustration and anger finally breaking down and giving way to a flood of despair.
“Those idiot! Those morons! Why is it that I have to be the one to deal with all this? I didn’t ask to be attacked, I gave them money, we made a deal, isn’t that what they wanted? Even if they never held up their end of the bargain, they could have simply taken the gold and left. But no… No, the path I walk is beset on all side by evil and greedy men.” Gloriosalily ran a hand through her golden hair and opened her eyes, watching the delicate shadows play on the thin walls, the flickering candle making the darkness dance and play in the small one room house.
” All I ever wanted was to make my father notice me, to be proud of my accomplishments. To annex this land under the name of our house would prove to him I’m not just a silly child. When I first came here… I though these towns folks where less than human, but now I can see that I was so very wrong. For they suffer from these evils too. Bandits, ghouls, flaming bears. They live in fear every moment, and this fear drives many of them to madness… all of this can be changed though. Order can be resorted to this town, to these people, so that they may flourish and grow. It isn’t at all about material wealth any longer, it’s about protecting those who cannot protect themselves.” She sat up in her hammock, and it swung lazily in response.
“This is the strength and duty that Nobility has given me. It is my privilege to stand above them, but my duty to assure than the ground beneath their feet is safe and whole… This wounded princess act end tonight. The Saints have came to me, and now I know what I came here. My purpose is clearer than it has even been before….”
Getting out of her hammock she stood in front of a small mirror, affixed to the wall. Her eyes where red and still wet with the cries of her despair, but a look of steadfast determination had replaced her childish sorrow.
“I will do as the Saint has asked me, I will save him. And with this power, I will save this town. May my ancestors stand to be my witness, I will lead these people to salvation, or I shall die upon the swords of it’s enemies….”
It was big talk for a woman so young, but she didn’t care. Every changed had to begin with words, every plan, every great deed, began this way. A solitary promise made only with herself, to find rhyme and reason, to resort order, and glory to this town, and to herself.
Gloriosalily laid back down in her hammock, feeling lighter now that she had unburdened herself from these heavy emotions, and sighed aloud.
“I will not surrender. I will not negotiate. I will claim my destiny with out my hands.”
