Name: Ysavel Justina of Ghayth
Sex: Female
Age: 15
Occupation: Unwanted Eater of Dessert, Fashion Designer (Both not “official”, but hobbies.)
Status & Rank: Being the youngest child of a Marquess, she is not expected to fill in any duty to her family. Her father, Ferdinand, is the eldest son of a duke. Her mother, Vanessa, is the only child of a Marquess. They have ten children, with Ysavel being the youngest.
Roots & Origin: Ysavel’s mother was the daughter of a Marquess, from Olencia, with her father being the son of a duke from Ghayth. Ysavel was born (as well as three of her siblings) in Ghayth, with the seven others born in Olencia. From eldest to youngest, here are Ysavel’s siblings: Gustav, Vladimir, Karkarov, Valentina, Clement and Clementine (twins,) Volksen, Faylinne and Allegro. All nine children are happily married; except Ysavel.
Vanessa, Ysavel’s mother, was known, publicly, to be the black sheep of the family. She was the very picture of camaraderie, she had her points in life where she strayed from one lover to the next, until she met Ysavel’s father, Ferdinand. Ferdinand was a strapping young lad, although he wasn’t much into politics, he was a great and charismatic speaker with a lot of experience in warfare. Everyone who were lucky enough to know him knew him as a man of great charisma and good looks, fair build and he was a lover to everyone. Not literally. He loved his people, and treated them all with equal respect.
Their wedding was a glamorous event; confetti and really dazzling, fabulous sights abounded, with a beautifully intricate (and personalized) ceremony. “The biggest wedding of the century”, it was called. Ending in happy notes, it had one of those unforgettable moments… especially when the newly-wed bride fell into the forty-layer white chocolate cake. The baker fainted when she did, though it was an accident.
Ysavel’s siblings are all older than her quite a bit; Allegro, the ninth child, is about twenty years old. The eldest, Gustav, is about thirty-eight. Ysavel is also a bit of a black sheep; not having been engaged at her age. Though at first, it was the twins, who wanted to get married to twins. There weren’t many people like that though.
Appearance: Ysavel has long, blonde hair. Her hair reaches up a little bit below her shoulders. When her hair is seen under the sun, it bears a shade of gold that looks authentic and beautiful. Ysavel is also a bit shorter than most girls her age, probably about five feet flat, in height. Though, she has a good body and some people (mostly the lecherous ones) call her “well-endowed with bosom.” Ysavel has green eyes, emerald-like in color, and a smile on her face is always plastered there; bright white teeth, her lips pinkish in hue (natural color without any rouge) and her slender (thin) body is covered strange outfits that she doesn’t wear to social gatherings, but she does going out of her manor.
Usually, to go out, she has these ribbon-y and lacey outfits that look gorgeous and weird both at the same time (with a lot of intricate designs) usually in pink, or in black, and a skirt (sometimes going as short as an inch or two above the knee.) See, this is why she is called the black sheep of the family. She does not look at all like a lady of royalty. Aside from that, her stockings comprise of these pink-and-black horizontally-striped things (that don’t even really let men see what’s INSIDE the stockings) and pairs of black school shoes. Only, elevated to three inches. Her head is almost always adorned with this lacey ribbon-y headband with rose embroidery and such.
As you can see, she loves pink. And black. At the same time. So it really doesn’t help when she’s out of her house. Although, in social gatherings, she tones down the eccentricity of her clothes to accommodate her parents’ feelings of how she dresses. Basically, it’s just a souped-up version of the above; except in a longer skirt and without the stockings or the huge shoes, but boots. To summarize, people think of her as this eccentric little girl. In our standards, she’s one of those Harajuku Gothic-Lolita girls. And you know what? She made all of her own clothes. She carries a small leather-bound sketch pad and a violet pen.
Strengths:
- Charismatic. She knows how to persuade people using subtle ways, using her eyes and her soft but powerful hand gestures. She knows when and when not to stress points.
- She actually knows how to wield a sword. Although only adequately, she knows enough to protect herself.
- She has the habit of traveling a lot, with her sketch pad by her side, to draw up ideas for new outfits.
- Helpful and honest. She does things for people, when she’s not busy making up some freaky dress.
Weaknesses:
- She’s a bit strong in her feelings; and does not back down from what she initially says.
- She has a big affinity for chocolates. I understate that. She –adores- chocolate no one else would think it could be. Her love for chocolates is vast and she enjoys nibbling on a piece whenever.
- She is selfish at times.
- She is afraid of being alone, in the dark.
- She has social apathy sometimes.
- She’s a bit of a drama queen.
Magic:
Although her family has a slayer-enchanted item, it never falls into possession of the youngest child. So, she has no magical capabilities. Her eldest brother, Gustav, holds the item. It is actually a jewel-encrusted sword that never loses its sharpness. It is said to cut through anything; although she has not heard, nor touched it.
Personality:
A naturally sweet girl with a sweet demeanor; although she has a bit of a spoiled streak. She knows when to stop being spoiled and when to shut the heck up, and also when to start ragging on somebody (especially young men) and she has a bit of a flirtatious streak. Although only a little. She only flirts when she feels the guy is really, really attractive. Or something like that.
Ysavel has a bit of a power-hungry streak, she knows when to crave and when to grab for it; and will often boss people around and try her very best to get to it through the ways she knows how. She is actually very charismatic.
She is (naturally) a very sweet girl when you get to know her, and can be a bit of a chatterbox. Otherwise, she is a normal girl just like everyone else. Aside from her Chocolate Addiction. Oh no.
You take her chocolate, you will be MAULED. I tell you, she is ferocious when it comes to that. She especially loves to talk to people when they least expect it. She has a bit of a ninja streak when it comes to surprising people. (Which is, it never fails.) Except of course, this once when she tried to ninja this really fat person… The guy got angry and fell down on top of her, almost killing her. Thankfully, the police rolled the fat boy away from her. She was a pancake for a week.
…Just kidding.
She has the habit of “drawing” her emotions and turning them into a piece of art worthy to be worn. Although her clothing style is eccentric (as is her personality) she is lovable (almost too easily due to her adolescent beauty and childish simplicity.) and is easily found to be quite naïve at times. Her outfits make her sort of an outsider in social gatherings because she looks totally different from the norm.
Her personal motto is quite relevant to how she acts. “When it breeds controversy, then it’s worth doing.” It’s quite a good way to describe a little bit of her personality; controversial on the outside, yet simplistic in word and has a creative streak. She knows when to act dumb and when not to; as she is well-versed in various political subjects (although she doesn’t want to be an attorney or a lawyer any time soon.)
She appreciates the finer things in life; but does remember to see the other little things in life that make the finer things even… finer. And she is no fool… at least, at certain times. Her mind goes blank once it sees chocolate… or any attractive man.
History:
”You’re such a big baby. Big Baby Ys! Can’t even talk straight because she’s too busy drawing to notice anything else!”
A sentence common in her childhood. But before we get to that, let’s talk about pre-birth.
Her mother and father already had about nine children before Ysavel was born. They thought, maybe, just maybe, the ninth was the last. But as the novels go, when her father gains an “unbreakable fire in his loins” for the missus, (who still looked like she was 20, even though she was about forty, and at the brink of menopause) they conceived child at the 27th day of the 3rd month almost a year later. Her siblings were astonished as they had, yet again, managed to pull one out of that over-used “loin” of their fathers. Well, it was done.
As a toddler, Ysavel was smothered in love and care and all of her household staff used to enjoy having the tiny tot around. She wasn’t a hassle to handle, and she definitely wasn’t a very bad person. She had her spoiled moments, and her rotten moments, but all in all, Ysavel was pretty cool about lots of things. The only weird thing about Ysavel’s childhood was that, when she reached two years old, and although she could not speak yet, (except for the occasional “Mama” and “Papa” and maybe even “Mommy”) she could draw fairly well. Not so much in a genius level, but she could draw her parents fairly well (in a child’s level; which is, she knew where to place the eyes, the nose and the mouth, and maybe even make a good body for them.) When her parents were astonished after finding out that the tiny tot could draw very well, they decided, from that day on, they would nurture her talent.
“Okay, Ys,” Vanessa said calmly to her child, as she smiled up at her mother. “We have a present for our baby!” She added, to which an even brighter smile was shown. Ferdinand suddenly placed a small hard-bound notebook and a pencil there. “Now remember what we talked about!” Vanessa’s voice turned a little bit more stern; though it wouldn’t be noticeable by Ysavel’s older siblings.
“Do not poke your eye with the pencil, only use it to draw. No drawing on the walls, and if you need color, ask us. We bought some coloring materials for you as well.” Vanessa added, as Ysavel replied with a gleeful smile. “Only the best for our baby!” Ferdinand said, while ruffling his daughter’s hair. Ysavel nodded and then went to running outside. When the parents looked out, Ysavel was already busy drawing people passing by, sometimes even scenery; but mostly she sketched out how people looked when they were passing by; the small ruffles of the servant’s skirts, her sisters’ sporting outfits, and the such.
At the age of four, Ysavel became one of the best human artists in her school; needless to say, she beat out people almost two times her age. Ysavel, however, was not good with much else; she drew slightly better scenery than a first grader, no more, no less. Her people however, and the intricate designs in their clothes, opened her parents’ eyes on Ysavel’s talents.
Only a year later, her parents decided to let Ysavel learn how to make her own clothes. Perhaps their own social downfall years later; although it wouldn’t be known until after half a decade. The only problem with Ysavel was that her clothes looked professional; but it always had quirky designs. And most of her outfits were worn by herself, since she didn’t know anyone else’s measurements.
People quickly noticed her shortened skirts, the way her legs were covered by strange multi-colored stockings, the way she had a shocking amount of black eyeliner of the way she had accentuated a body part more than the others and looked horrifyingly better than the bland-looking ladies (although it was that she looked almost too good that people thought she was quirky; the blandness accentuated people well because it made them shout out that “The simplistic beauty is better.” Although it is right, Ysavel’s clothes in her social ladder did not seem simplistic.)
At the age of fifteen, her mother allowed Ysavel to make her a gown for a gala they were throwing in honor of her mother’s fiftieth birthday, she wanted it prim, proper, but allowed it to have spunk. The very night, her mother was enthusiastic about seeing Ysavel’s design, and indeed; it looked prim, proper, and had spunk. It was beautiful on their mother; golden satin, her hair in a chignon with beautiful diamond sticks tying it together, crystals dangling from the tips; her dress accentuated what curves she had left.
Ysavel was honored greatly for her artistic talents when making other people’s outfits, but when it came to herself, it was always an eccentric design. At the age of twelve, her mother thought her eligible for engagement (not marriage, thank God.) and there were many suitors, many fine, dashing young men… But none ever seemed to like Ysavel’s way of dressing. It was more of a “You don’t get a second chance for a first impression.” Thing. But it really wasn’t the young men’s fault, more of the parents of the young men. Many are horrified to find this prim, proper young lady wearing horizontally-striped pink-and-black non-see-through stockings with lacy skirts and flowing dress tops, and quickly leave at first glance.
Even now, her parents are hoping for that one man who can finally leave the first impressions alone and actually spend time with their daughter. Sadly, no one has dared come up to the challenge. Social downfall, in a way, but they were fine with it. They only wanted what was best for their daughter.
She, however, learned that if people prejudice her for having a sense of style, then that doesn’t matter at all. Right now, she is just wandering around, looking for things to do. As a hobby, she decided to take up swordsmanship, but hasn’t exactly been acing her classes.
IMPORTANT AGES AND TIMES, SOME TRIVIA
*Important: Ages are decreased from the first son. For example, second son is 37, and 3rd son is 2 years younger than first son. So the one above is the one decreased from.
Parents' Marriage: Father is 25, Mother is 17.
Parents' Ages: 67 Father, 60 Mother.
1st is Born: Directly after marriage. He is 38.
2nd is Born: One year after. He is 37.
3rd is born: Two years after. He is 35.
4th is Born: One year after. She is 34.
5th is Born: Two years after. They are 32.
6th is Born: Five years after. He is 28.
7th is Born: Two years after. He is 26.
8th is Born: Three years after. He is 23.
9th is Born: Three years after. He is 20.
10th (Ysavel): Five years after. 15.
Therefore, the couple has been married for 43 years...
Ysavel is actually the High Seat of Ghayth's 2nd cousin. Ys is the daughter of the high seat's father's cousin.