Darelle of Rohan

Character Name: Darelle

Name Meaning: Tenderly Loved.

Age: 27

Date of Birth: December 2984

Race: Man.

Residence: Edoras

Profession: Lady and Basket weaver
Appearance: Stand at 5'10 Darelle is quite tall with a curvy build. Cinnamon red hair that falls to her waist. With alabaster white skin. She boast large moss green eyes that are framed by well arched brows and a pouty mouth that beckons to be kissed.

Personality:One could describe Darelle as everything that is feminine, both the good and the bad. The bad being described, as a viper, quiet and non-obtrusive. Harmless some would think until she bites, till she is threatened, sinking in her fangs and injecting her venom. The young woman comes off as coquette, she flirts with men but never sleeps with them. She values her reputation and chastity far too much to just sully herself for anyone. Oh no, if it was going to be someone, he had better be someone very very important and it better be worth her time and the effort.

Keeper of secrets, Darelle lends an earnest heart and ear for those in need. Taking their confidences into her own keeping and if she has to use the knowledge she gleamed. Uses only the parts of the truth that might aid her in her endeavours.

Expressive with her eyes and hands with she talks, quite lively and fox like. Darelle was gifted a silver tongue, able to spin even the sharpest of insults into sweet venom that comes off as blurring the lines of a compliment. Darelle is poised and graced, her mother’s teachings or rather lack of her mother’s presence left her guarded and she’s found. That being around other women is a trial for her. Having adopted the belief of telling women, just tell them exactly what you're going to do, and they won’t believe your going to do it. They think it’s a facade for some other treachery when the truth was in the common view the entire time.

Amused easily by court politics, Darelle is quite adept at giving a sweet smile while behind that smile she is secretly hoping they are orc fodder.

The Good is under all the drama, Darelle is just a woman that desperately wants to be loved, for herself. Not for her beauty, not for political aspirations but for the kind person she truly is under it all. Giving of her time, charitable, helpful. A willing helpmate and faithful to the man that chooses her. She is deeply loyal and while she is not a warrior of sword skill. She is a quiet place to retreat to from outside forces. A slice of paradise in dark times. 




Parents: Leofdæg (father) Sunniva (mother)
Sibling(s):Yrain (brother, deceased) Pridbjørn (brother deceased)


Spouse:

Children: Unborn--(to be updated)

History:

Her parents only living child after a series of accidents left her two older brothers dead. One by a hunting accident when she was five and another… when she was fifteen In his room. The family home caught on fire after a candle was knocked over from a bedside table in his sleep... At least that's what everyone in the community believes...except for Darelle. She does not believe her brother’s death in the fire was an accident.

A daughter whose family’s hopes and dreams laid upon her shoulders. Afforded wealth from birth. Prestige through the blood of her father’s deeds. Darelle was walking upon grace. The young woman with a soft side that walked among the simpler folk, that took comfort in the simplicity of life. The quiet twilight of dusk and the silence except for the cocks crow at dawn. Pleasure in the company of horses and the love of a cats affection. A life that her parents did not want for her, they sought higher for their only remaining child. She was the daughter of a Kingsman. She needed to learn to act like one.

Her every waking moment has been spent to learning how to be a wife, a mother. To running a household. From a young age, she always had a fondness for baskets. So she took up the task of learning how to weave reeds and branches to make baskets. Designing her own patterns. Thisis not only a source of income and trade...not that a woman from money needed more. But a source of therapy for Darelle. To just let her midn got numb from her harsh mother's constant scheming to elevate the family more.

Darelle’s mother always told her she must smile more and laugh, that being beautiful from the inside, would make her beautiful on the outside. It would land her a good catch and they promised to make sure he was. Sunniva insisted that her daughter master the rules of gaining and wielding power. Often tell her daughter “You might get somewhere, someday if you follow my lessons and all I can teach you.”

Darelle would smile, though for the briefest of moments in her mind wishing for her mother and her lessons would burn. For lessons kept her from the quiet of the stables where she often tried to hide. It would be in the stables she would meet someone that quieted the tumulus life of the court, though this person would never know they quieted her. Here, she had found a litter of kittens; She would end up keeping one of the kittens for herself. He grew into a large ginger-colored cat. Spoiled as a dog. His name is Björn.

A day would come as she came of age, that her parents turned her simple world upside down. She’d stare at her parents with rage-filled eyes of soft green. Yelling, when her parents began to unfurl their ideas and plan before her eyes: “I have no desire to be a queen!”
Her mother for the first time ever in Darelle’s life struck her daughter across the face, hissing. “Queens are disposable, I seek even higher for you, for us…the mother of a King, Seduce the Kings son and give him a viable male heir and even if he is a bastard, he is a royal bastard, able to some day challenge a legal heir for the throne after all..” It took a few moments to register from shock at the slap and then the words began to sink in. Not a queen no...queens were replaceable, women who sat at the throne were replaceable. But to be the mother of a royal child, to be the mother of a male child. That was worth more than gold. 

For seven long, emotional and well planned years, did Darelle's parents and Darelle worked to carve out a place for her within the Hall of Meduseld. Finally, they had done it. Their daughter had the attention of Prince Theodred. It would be during the year 3011, that her parent's wish will be fulfilled. Darelle would accomplish as she was tasked, and for once the future looks bright. everything seems clear...