[Art: Photobucket.com] [RP character by: HappySparky@Gaiaonline.com]
[Vanerin Marquard]
Crystal Knight in Training.
"Bags. Check
Papers. Check.
Posterior behind. Check."
The man smirked as he scribbled nonchalantly on a clipboard noting Vanerin's narrowed eyes and grim look. He then proceeded to give her a wink before writing some more and moving on to check the various packages and the people assigned to various areas of their current project. Namely, move Vanerin from Airship Marquard to the school. Vanerin's eyes glared at him before she shrugged dejectedly and said, "You know, very few people get away with any kind of insinuations against me. Especially one about my behind. I need you. Be thankful I haven't slashed you into pieces by now."
The man just broke out into a wide grin as he ruffled her hair and continued on with his task. Serving as one of the head overseer of clan affairs had brought him into contact with the girl since she was around five. Enough time for him to earn eternal forgiveness and an insatiable appetite for practical jokes and witty remarks. But, he was indeed lucky. Skilled as the man may be, Vanerin's words of being able to slash the man into pieces was not unfounded. A lot of people, even those who knew her well, get uncomfortable quick when Vanerin is in bloodlust. Her fighting style showcases neither grace nor elegance. It is lethal, brutal, deadly. A calculated wildness some would say. Constant motion. A stubborn determination to hack and slash until none of the enemy remained.
A soft, cultured voice rose above the hubbub. It was from the Captains deck announcing that they have indeed landed. Agitation showed on the girl's face as a couple of maidservants approached her and began force her towards a dressing border. They flurried about, moving at a crazy pace on the flower and lace filled receiving area of Vanerin's suite. People were milling about, completing tasks at hand and she was being undressed. With a sigh, she allowed them to outfit her with the standard uniform that she had seen earlier in the pamphlets very much aware of the fact that she would have been perfectly capable of dressing herself. The uniform was too short for her tastes but she sauntered tiredly towards the dressing table to have her hair done as another one of the maids pinned something on her chest.
Very soon, Vanerin found herself on deck amongst various attendants ready to move her things inside the school. Her family had arranged for a private bedroom suite withing the school's premises. Yes, money could do that and Vana was none too happy with it. The other kids would goad her, she was sure of it. All these thoughts stopped as she spotted the familiar sight of a group of old men with an air
of formality so intense that you felt like crawling inside a hole just to escape their presence. The various people on board paid their respects as the group huddles close together and approached their young heiress as a whole. A boring lecture soon ensued followed by carefully calculated wishes of fortune that sounded like something a grandfather would give to their granddaughter. Well, not quite but they seemed to be trying so Vanerin also tried her best to smile back at them and bow as low as possible to acknowledge that she appreciated the effort. The clan elders then departed as another figure approached. This time, Vanerin's smile grew wider as she restrained herself from hugging the man she calls father. His smile was gentle as he rested a hand on her head. He did not say a word but Vanerin understood that he was proud of her and would expect the most from her. She loved him despite her current despair over her situation. He was a good man subjected to the same life as she was now. Someday, she'll change that. She promised.
The glimmering aircraft opened and poured forth from a grand stairway of light a mass of white and golden robed attendants. It hovered, being too humongous to utilize the landing space provided for it as another group, representatives from the school, waited patiently for the new arrival. Soon, introductions were made as the elders, her father, the school representatives and Vanerin were securely under a canopied awning complete with delectable refreshments. The Marquard attendants were moving en masse towards a dormitory building no doubt transporting her things. She cringed but was thankful that no one seemed to be around to notice her arrival. One of the clan elders announced that Ms. Marquard might like to explore the school on her own. Vanerin knew that it was a signal for her to go as more 'private' matters about her current stay in the school would be discussed. She stealthily stood up, formally took her leave and glided out of the awning towards freedom. She couldn't help but look back and give her father one last smile before running off. Anywhere, anytime. At last, she was free.
"Bags. Check
Papers. Check.
Posterior behind. Check."
The man smirked as he scribbled nonchalantly on a clipboard noting Vanerin's narrowed eyes and grim look. He then proceeded to give her a wink before writing some more and moving on to check the various packages and the people assigned to various areas of their current project. Namely, move Vanerin from Airship Marquard to the school. Vanerin's eyes glared at him before she shrugged dejectedly and said, "You know, very few people get away with any kind of insinuations against me. Especially one about my behind. I need you. Be thankful I haven't slashed you into pieces by now."
The man just broke out into a wide grin as he ruffled her hair and continued on with his task. Serving as one of the head overseer of clan affairs had brought him into contact with the girl since she was around five. Enough time for him to earn eternal forgiveness and an insatiable appetite for practical jokes and witty remarks. But, he was indeed lucky. Skilled as the man may be, Vanerin's words of being able to slash the man into pieces was not unfounded. A lot of people, even those who knew her well, get uncomfortable quick when Vanerin is in bloodlust. Her fighting style showcases neither grace nor elegance. It is lethal, brutal, deadly. A calculated wildness some would say. Constant motion. A stubborn determination to hack and slash until none of the enemy remained.
A soft, cultured voice rose above the hubbub. It was from the Captains deck announcing that they have indeed landed. Agitation showed on the girl's face as a couple of maidservants approached her and began force her towards a dressing border. They flurried about, moving at a crazy pace on the flower and lace filled receiving area of Vanerin's suite. People were milling about, completing tasks at hand and she was being undressed. With a sigh, she allowed them to outfit her with the standard uniform that she had seen earlier in the pamphlets very much aware of the fact that she would have been perfectly capable of dressing herself. The uniform was too short for her tastes but she sauntered tiredly towards the dressing table to have her hair done as another one of the maids pinned something on her chest.
Very soon, Vanerin found herself on deck amongst various attendants ready to move her things inside the school. Her family had arranged for a private bedroom suite withing the school's premises. Yes, money could do that and Vana was none too happy with it. The other kids would goad her, she was sure of it. All these thoughts stopped as she spotted the familiar sight of a group of old men with an air
of formality so intense that you felt like crawling inside a hole just to escape their presence. The various people on board paid their respects as the group huddles close together and approached their young heiress as a whole. A boring lecture soon ensued followed by carefully calculated wishes of fortune that sounded like something a grandfather would give to their granddaughter. Well, not quite but they seemed to be trying so Vanerin also tried her best to smile back at them and bow as low as possible to acknowledge that she appreciated the effort. The clan elders then departed as another figure approached. This time, Vanerin's smile grew wider as she restrained herself from hugging the man she calls father. His smile was gentle as he rested a hand on her head. He did not say a word but Vanerin understood that he was proud of her and would expect the most from her. She loved him despite her current despair over her situation. He was a good man subjected to the same life as she was now. Someday, she'll change that. She promised.
The glimmering aircraft opened and poured forth from a grand stairway of light a mass of white and golden robed attendants. It hovered, being too humongous to utilize the landing space provided for it as another group, representatives from the school, waited patiently for the new arrival. Soon, introductions were made as the elders, her father, the school representatives and Vanerin were securely under a canopied awning complete with delectable refreshments. The Marquard attendants were moving en masse towards a dormitory building no doubt transporting her things. She cringed but was thankful that no one seemed to be around to notice her arrival. One of the clan elders announced that Ms. Marquard might like to explore the school on her own. Vanerin knew that it was a signal for her to go as more 'private' matters about her current stay in the school would be discussed. She stealthily stood up, formally took her leave and glided out of the awning towards freedom. She couldn't help but look back and give her father one last smile before running off. Anywhere, anytime. At last, she was free.
