Lady Orelia Stonewood
"You can cage the singer, but not the song."
Description: Orelia is perhaps not, at a glance, what one might expect of a warrior. As the baby-faced lines of adolescence have sharpened, they've revealed fine-boned, vaguely leonine features that seem in perpetual flux between mischief and bored indifference. Large, upward tilted eyes of tempestuous, stormy grey-blue - framed with ebon lashes and straight, groomed tawny brows - sparkle on occasion with an unsettling wildness beneath the facade of decorum. This is especially true when she flashes her teeth in one of those trademark insouciant grins. Long, thick tresses, soft and with a natural tousled wave, would fall when loosed to her tiny waist; swirls of gold, honey and platinum. But she keeps it properly pinned up at her nape, more often than not, contrasting pleasantly enough against the light golden tan of her skin.
Faint, silvery scars mar here and there, most notably a slice at her left temple which meanders into her hairline above the ear. Not overly tall, she is slender and lean of limb; subtle musculature a testament to time devoted in training of some kind. Dancing maybe, given the fluid grace with which she moves. Her legs in particular are long, bordering on coltish, and offering her a rangy gait.
Personality: Like most noblewomen, Orelia has been well grounded in etiquette. Her charm, however, lies more in her approachable and amiable nature rather than veiled meanings and delicate courtier's airs. She is truly an open book, and seems to refrain from passing judgement on others. Light hearted banter comes easily to the young lady and offending her is nigh impossible. That is not to say she cannot be solemn when the occasion calls for it.. it's just rare she finds a situation entirely without some form of humor, even if it must be dark. Orelia has quite the reputation of being a troublemaker, especially within the Stonewood side of her family. From benign pranks, to setting her brother's diary pages to song, to getting into the occasional fight -- Orelia can be a difficult woman. She has her Arterius mother's free spirit and, while that ensures adoration from her father, she is considered something of a black sheep alongside her more stoic kinsmen.
Background: Orelia's mother was from common blood, a soldier for the Lyceum named Eroza Arterius. Her father, Leonius, was a nobleman from the Stonewood family who'd become enamored with Eroza's's wildness and bravery.
As a child, Orelia would run barefoot around the grounds of the estate like a little urchin, much to the chagrin of the servants who were charged with her care. She had an unseemly love for the forests and mysteries of the world; railing at the bounds of nobility that kept her from freely exploring either one. Although Orelia's mother died when she was two years old, her father spent many a night weaving wondrous tales of her exploits on the battlefield, alongside the girl's aunts and uncles, now also long gone; Charlemagne Arterius, Carmen Whisperwind and Reginalde Stonewood. The young girl grew up, as so many others do, on romantic stories of soldiers and knights and epic battles. Only she saw herself, always, as the hero rather than the damsel.
Her eldest brother managed to channel at least some of her energy into putting these tales to song. Orelia had a great talent for composing music as well as performing it and as she grew older, she spent less time playing pranks and more singing. At least, publicly. Unbeknownst to her brothers, she'd struck a deal with her father to behave. For as long as she avoided causing a fuss, he'd pay for a private tutor to teach her how to fight.
As a young woman, Orelia has devoted herself to sword and songcraft with unbridled zeal. She has come to Arx to better acquaint herself with her Arterius relatives; her natural wildness seeming better suited to that particular melting pot more often than not. It is said she resembles her Southern mother in many ways, save the golden hue of her hair. She remains on excellent terms with the new Marquis, her cousin, and is well-liked by most she encounters; from her fellow Champions to the commonfolk of the Lowers. She holds to only two of the familial Stonewood traits - stormy eyes and a forthright, almost blunt, manner.
Currently training under Prince Luca Grayson, it appears the young lady's theatrical side, that natural flair for performance, has had her abandon those childish notions of Knighthood in favour of the exciting, infamous world of the Champions. She works undeniably hard, with an almost fearsome determination to better herself. Quite what prompted this suddenly focused dedication remains a mystery, even to those closest to her.
|Alecstazi||A little quiet, perhaps, but that should suit Strozza well.|
|Alessia||She appreciates what truly goes into a fascinating story.|
|Asher||Witty, dodgy, and tactical. Haven't spoken much, but I can tell I'd like her.|
|Ashur||A brave lady with the courage to love again after true tragedy.|
|Athaur||She seems personable enough. It is so good to get to see my in-laws|
|Bhandn||She handles her sword well. I'm rather curious how her performance as a Champion will compare, but in the end it's the former and not the latter that will see her through the dangers in her life, and I suspect many are to come.|
|Bliss||Bold, brave, strong. I see a lot of myself in Orelia Stonewood. There's an explosive force of personality that is making its way out, and she certainly seems comfortable enough on a stage. I do wonder how to bring it up to the next level, though. Tantalizing thoughts.|
|Calypso||She's not Lycene? Could have fooled me.|
|Catalana||I've had a life time of having women look at me like I am competition. It's a shame one so pretty believes looks are all that matter.|
|Charlotte||She seems nice. Clearly a lycene with how content she is to lounge and be called pet names. Maybe she's actually part cat. She'd be a good cat. Probably.|
|Clara||Another of the combatants from the charity melee that Malvici and Wyrmguard put together. She fought hard an' well.|
|Cornelius||A woman, in the arena. Sniff. I suppose I am not in the Isles anymore.|
|Dante||A Champion, which she seems quite suited for with her attitude and general demeanor. However, her sword is even more intriguing. Something to find out more about.|
|Dianna||Well-appreciated by my dear cousin - enough to travel with her. She seems sweet enough, if she favors Ostrian kittens - I only hope she can see but a fraction of what I know of him.|
|Domonico||Decent form with room for improvent. Well done."|
|Dycard||Offered to fight my corner - literally - for free, if the Guild of Champions' rules allowed such a thing. It's reassuring to hear members of the peerage vehemently outraged by my father's actions.|
|Esme||She seems like a fun lady and anyone that can pet a Lycene Lord and keep him content is a good thing. I'm sure we shall be the best of friends.|
|Gabriella||A fine storyteller. And, it seems, quite skillful with a weapon in hand, too. I would not mind opportunity to see it firsthand.|
|Gaspar||A fine voice, but I don't think she quite knows the way of the Lyceum yet. Still, she was wonderfully appreciative and lovely. A welcomed drinking companion any time.|
|Gaspard||She seems fun and practical, with interests that match mine. Moreover, she almost beat me in arm wrestling. That should count for something, right?|
|Hamish||What one would expect from a Crownlander. Practical, musical and skilled.|
|Harlex||Competent and flashy swordswoman. I rarely use that technique in sparring matches. Glad it didn't kill her.|
|Ian||If she ever decides to pick up wrestling, I'm in trouble.|
|Ilsa||A Lady, I do believe. And a fighter as well. It seems these noble ladies of Arx are not content to sit back and watch life pass them by. That is something to be admired.|
|Iseulet||Watching her spar is a treat. I wish I possessed such beauty and grace in the battlefield.|
|Jules||She's a lady Mabelle introduced you too and you're glad of it. She's a fighter but she's also generally a more open individual and that's refreshing.|
|Kaia||Lovely! A brave spirit willing to go all in for adventure and fun. I like her! She's funny! I bet if we meet more often we shall become great friends.|
|Korka||Quick with a blade and her tongue. Better with the blade though.|
|Kritr||Coming to my sense with her standing over me may be the highlight of my return to Arx. Look forward to another go.|
|Liara||Courteous and well-mannered, and pleasingly quick to offer her aid in solving a problem - presumably of the martial variety, though I dare say she has ample capacity beyond that, too.|
|Lucene||At a first glance, I would not have expected her to have more than a basic knowledge of the blade she carries. Based on her words, however, I'm lead to believe that's not the case. I'd prefer to see it for myself.|
|Lucita||One of Count Graham's relatives, a person who enjoys music and performs. She has joined the Bard's College.|
|Mabelle||A fierce warrior, it seems. She certainly carries herself so and so beautiful too.|
|Martino||Quietly social one, watches the crowd and moves with it. Good to follow the trends as this one does|
|Mason||Friendly, cheerful, and not afraid to make introductions, Mason met Orelia briefly but was happy for the encounter. She was seeking a sparring partner and he may just seek her out again later to try his hand against her skills.|
|Mercedes||Curious, and not afraid to speak her mind. Those qualities are neither good nor bad, in themselves. I should like to see her fight; battle tells all.|
|Miranda||Apparently, I should let Strozza pick out my besties! He's found a Lady that has a sense of fun about her I can totally get into! Wait, I resemble that! Anyways, we'll see if she can be corrupted to my way of thinking... or maybe me to hers.. or maybe we will be the thing that gives Strozza a run for his money! Oh, that would be too much fun! She's already offered to help me with my mischief. Fast friends indeed!|
|Olivian||Lady Stonewood, yes. She knows how to fight. Also, I think, she'll know how to drink afterward too. A friend, I hope, after all this.|
|Ophelia||My brother was so very fond of Lady Orelia and I cannot help but think of him whenever I see her. She is skilled with a blade and learned from the very best. If she were to ever need anything, I do hope she knows that she can call upon me at any time.|
|Porter||An alleged lady in search of adventure!|
|Quenia||She has a fair hand at the sword, and I'm grateful for the opportunity she gave me to spar against her.|
|Rane||Very wild, very free.|
|Ras||Thought she wasn't too sharp with that sword at first, but shit, I was wrong.|
|Reese||The Lady Orelia defeated Lord Michael in a spar, I wish I got to see it, maybe next time! She seems to have an energy and spirit about her. It is good timing for her to be back in town.|
|Reigna||Lady Stonewood uses wit as well as steel in her fights, she seems a jovial sort, brash and bold. I wonder if she has considered becoming a Champion?|
|Revell||Kind enough to sit down next to me and ask my name directly, despite the many people of much higher importance in the room at the time.|
|Rosalind||She's quick with her blade! And she saved me! Maybe we'll go on more adventures !|
|Sabella||She is an incredibly impressive fighter! I saw her take on two people at once--one of whom was Dame Mercedes--and she was still smiling and joking by the end of it! She's amazing!|
|Sunaia||A very pleasant dinner guest and interested in cats and adventure. We'll have to introduce her to Lou.|
|Sunaia||Seems more comfortable in the city than when we first met.|
|Sydney||Deeply entertaining to watch fight at the training center - and as someone who spent a great deal of her career underdressed, I admire when someone's able to go toe-to-toe with someone with superior armaments.|
|Tescelina||A magnificent dancer. Her spirit is rather - playful. I do not mind.|
|Thea||At least she laugh about life's tragedies...|
|Valdemar||An excellent fighter, with quick hands and feet. And a wonderful sport as well.|
|Vicente||She's awfully confident in her blade. You need to see her at the training center some time, the blade is said to be something else.|
|Wash||She's no Luca. For one thing, she probably won't fight naked. But she trained under him and clearly has an affection for him the same way all of us who truly knew him did. I can't imagine how his passing must have affected her. Like us, she's at a loss, in more ways than one. She just carries on his teachings. But she's no Luca. Hopefully that's a good thing.|
|Zebulon||A strong woman, she puts up quite the fight. Though I had little chance to speak with the Lady personally, she seemed to have quite the wit about her.|