Post by Katra Withinghall on Dec 10, 2004 11:36:14 GMT -5
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Full Name: Katarina Cecily Withinghall
Common Name: Miss Katra
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Background Info: Miss Katra was born to Sibyl and Lucas Withinghall as Katarina Cecily Withinghall. However, in an aweful turn of events, she was abducted by an long-time rival of her father's, Marius Delacroix. She was raised as Katra Everthorn, and was Marius's servant girl. When Katra was 9, her mother's maid caught sight of her in the market. She was trying to run away from Marius, as she often did. Immediately, the maid ran back, telling her mother and father everything she saw. Lucas and Sibyl went immediately to find the ragged little girl. After bringing her home, sitting her down, and talking to Katra, she explained that she was told her parents were dead.
Over the next long, difficult, nine years, she was taught to read and write, and carry herself as a Lady of Ulster, although many of her "ways", such as her stubborness, were permanant. She had shown much creativity and insight beyond her years, and so much passion in her writings that her mother inquired what would she do with it all. Katra's only dream was not to be stuck and married to the Duke of Such-and-Such, or the Lord of Whats-it-Called. First, she wanted to see the world as an ambassador of the Royal Court.
Sample Post:
All that could be heard in the library was the quiet crackle of flames in the stone fireplace. In front of it sat Miss Katra, her nose dug deeply into the bindings of an old worn book. It tickled her fancy so to read of the adventures and daring escapes of lore, often feeding her already peaked curiosity. "Katarina, darling..." her mother's voice echoed from the hallway.
"In here mother. The Library." she responded, her eyes never missing a word. A slight creak reasonated from the door as Lady Sibyl Withinghall stepped in, her petit frame sauntering slowly over to her daughter, stopping halfway. Her thick, black hair was arranged delicately into a bun, and she was dressed in her usual traveling attire. "My dear, your father and I must be off. We shall return within the week."
"Yes, mother..." she answered, still captive to her book.
"Oh, dear child," Briskly, her mother walked over to her side, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Can't you put that book down, just for a minute? Perhaps you should go riding on Merriweather, or take a stroll with that Ian fellow."
"Oh, mother, do you ever cease?" she said, her attention broken from the frail pages of her book. "Fine, I'll go to the garden. If it will make you happy." a plastered smile adorned her fair skinned face.
"That's the spirit, love. Well, I'm off." her mother contorted, walking out of the door, closing it behind her.
"Finally," Miss Katra said with a sigh before sitting back on the chair. Suddenly, there was a loud thud, echoing in the hallway. The sound startled her from her book. "Mother?"
No answer.
"Mum?"
Still no answer.
"Well what in the duce could this be?" she said, closing her book and putting it securely under her arm as she walked to the door.
Full Name: Katarina Cecily Withinghall
Common Name: Miss Katra
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Background Info: Miss Katra was born to Sibyl and Lucas Withinghall as Katarina Cecily Withinghall. However, in an aweful turn of events, she was abducted by an long-time rival of her father's, Marius Delacroix. She was raised as Katra Everthorn, and was Marius's servant girl. When Katra was 9, her mother's maid caught sight of her in the market. She was trying to run away from Marius, as she often did. Immediately, the maid ran back, telling her mother and father everything she saw. Lucas and Sibyl went immediately to find the ragged little girl. After bringing her home, sitting her down, and talking to Katra, she explained that she was told her parents were dead.
Over the next long, difficult, nine years, she was taught to read and write, and carry herself as a Lady of Ulster, although many of her "ways", such as her stubborness, were permanant. She had shown much creativity and insight beyond her years, and so much passion in her writings that her mother inquired what would she do with it all. Katra's only dream was not to be stuck and married to the Duke of Such-and-Such, or the Lord of Whats-it-Called. First, she wanted to see the world as an ambassador of the Royal Court.
Sample Post:
All that could be heard in the library was the quiet crackle of flames in the stone fireplace. In front of it sat Miss Katra, her nose dug deeply into the bindings of an old worn book. It tickled her fancy so to read of the adventures and daring escapes of lore, often feeding her already peaked curiosity. "Katarina, darling..." her mother's voice echoed from the hallway.
"In here mother. The Library." she responded, her eyes never missing a word. A slight creak reasonated from the door as Lady Sibyl Withinghall stepped in, her petit frame sauntering slowly over to her daughter, stopping halfway. Her thick, black hair was arranged delicately into a bun, and she was dressed in her usual traveling attire. "My dear, your father and I must be off. We shall return within the week."
"Yes, mother..." she answered, still captive to her book.
"Oh, dear child," Briskly, her mother walked over to her side, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Can't you put that book down, just for a minute? Perhaps you should go riding on Merriweather, or take a stroll with that Ian fellow."
"Oh, mother, do you ever cease?" she said, her attention broken from the frail pages of her book. "Fine, I'll go to the garden. If it will make you happy." a plastered smile adorned her fair skinned face.
"That's the spirit, love. Well, I'm off." her mother contorted, walking out of the door, closing it behind her.
"Finally," Miss Katra said with a sigh before sitting back on the chair. Suddenly, there was a loud thud, echoing in the hallway. The sound startled her from her book. "Mother?"
No answer.
"Mum?"
Still no answer.
"Well what in the duce could this be?" she said, closing her book and putting it securely under her arm as she walked to the door.
