Anette Chevalier
Calm, patient, and enduring, Anette Chevalier is undoubtedly a friendly face amongst a sea of bitter, jaded people. Her plum hues are warm, and her gaze inviting– as though she were the deepest of friends all along. A courteous and polished woman who hardly stands a day over 31 summers, her outward nature belies her inner strength, her quiet confidence unyielding and solid as stone.Wherever she fancies herself to roam, her trusty claymore is always nestled upon her back (or within the grip of her palms, for that matter).
HOOKS.
As a former chirurgeon who proudly and dutifully served in the name of the Holy See, Anette stitched the flesh of many an injured knight and found herself no stranger to the horrors of the Dragonsong War.
Once a jewel of high Ishgard society, Anette had been quite the socialite and was warmly regarded in the eyes of her fellow highborn... for a time. Many a noble had been charmed with her wit and good manners, and for it she found herself in the highest graces with the four main houses.
At day, Anette oft found herself ankle deep in the blood of her countrymen as she sewed their maimed bits and pieces back together. At night, she stayed up until the wildest hours, waltzing away within Ishgard's finest parties and balls.
While she never married, Anette had a slew of suitors who desperately sought her hand... and found themselves disappointed when she politely turned down each and every one.
history.
The hushed mumbles of the crowd gathered within the Tribunal persisted something awful. A good number stemmed from the incredulous as to how a woman like Anette could stoop so low as attempted murder, and a good number more branched from sheer disgust and ire. It was as though the entirety of Ishgard’s noble houses had been packed into the now stuffy halls, the air thick with apprehension and agitation. There was no desire for any of these upstanding men and women to draw their breaths, and whatever possibly could have been said about the lone woman spilled as free as wine and song any other time they found themselves gathered.“I, Anette de Meonteur, am innocent of this charge, and claim my right to trial by combat. As a chirurgeon, I have no ability to fight and thus claim the right to name a champion.”She spoke so assuredly, so certainly, and it only added to the near frenzy the crowd had been whipped into when a figure approached from the shadows. Preposterous! She found no issue in nearly slaughtering a son of House Durendaire in cold blood, but suddenly she grew meek at the notion of defending her very honor? Whatever stone of madness had been lodged into her head, the High Adjudicator saw fit to pry out once this trial was over.At the sight of this newly emerged figure, the crowd's scarcely contained whispers divulged into righteous laughter. They laughed and laughed and laughed, unable to contain themselves whatsoever; now that this person revealed themselves in the light of day, they could see the elderly elezen woman bereft of her left arm. The words she spoke to announce her identity and intent fell on deaf ears, drowned out in the rapidly growing amusement. It mattered little to the elder, however-- the trial was soon to take place, and under the High Adjudicator's command did it begin.It was over as soon as it began. The sound the poor sod made was guttural, and with his own blood did he wretch when the elder cleaved him in twain with her greatsword. What once was a living, breathing person appointed to this trial by the Holy See was now a sopping mess on the floor as the essence of his life slipped past what remained of his body. It pooled beneath the watchful gaze of those huddled within the Tribunal, and whoever he once had been trickled in suit. Where was their laughter now, wondered the elder?Anette would escape her execution with this victory, but it mattered not. Her guilt weighed heavily enough, and for it she had been stripped of her name, land, and titles. Once a mender of flesh, Anette now flagrantly took up the role of its butcher. Where she had once been considered a treasure in the eyes of men, she now was condemned and exiled in the eyes of the Fury.
OOC.
Hi! Thank you for taking the time to check my carrd out. I genuinely appreciate it.
I am open to walk-ups and tells. If you’re unsure how to have your character approach, feel free to ask! RP tag = IC. That said, I expect those who RP with me to be 18+ bare minimum. I am 21+. I am also LGBTQ+ friendly!
Don't be cringe, don't be weird. It's really simple. Exercise basic social etiquette. Those are my only requirements.
No, seriously, I love walk-ups. I genuinely do not care if you approach while I'm rping with other folks. In fact, I encourage it. /Leaning in the Quicksand while you stare at people for hours gets really boring really fast, so jump on in!
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