Post by Queen Lucy the Valiant on Jul 15, 2008 12:34:17 GMT -5
Name: Becca Masterson
Title: Lady of the Court
Age: 22
Human?: Yes
Location: Narnia
Appearance: Becca has red hair that falls down past her shoulders, she usually has it up but when it's down it has strings of flowers weaved into it. She has piercing green eyes that set spark when she's angry, flirty, or jealous - which she is quite a lot. She has nice skin that really never blemishes, and she takes good care of herself. She wears make - up but not a whole lot like those 'tossers.' She's tall and thin and that makes just about every man in Narnia want her, except the one that matters.
Personality: Born as an only child, Becca is used to getting her way. She has a quick temper and a foul mouth that often runs off at the wrong time. She has known to say many nasty things about many people, and doesn't deny it when asked. Becca is like any other lady of the court, and she thrives off gossip and bashing others - this is her cruel streak which takes over just about every inch of her being when she allows it. It is rare you will find her sentimental and caring. She won't hesitate to laugh in your face - and those who she considers friends, will follow her lead.
History: Becca was born in London, England in a very wealthy family - with very important royal names. She wasn't too far from being on the throne. At least that's what her and her parents told everyone when they went to parties. She's an only child and is spoiled rotten - always has been. Screaming and throwing fits whenever she didn't get her way or what she wanted. Her parents were never home to give her the 'love' they said they would - and she was always left with a nanny. This led to Becca's rebellion. When she was sixteen, Becca started hanging out in the wrong crowd. She learned some things that her parents had wanted her to stay away from, and she did things that would have stained the family name if her parents had payed the media to cover it up. No matter how dangerous that was, nothing was worse than a stain.
Becca grew up with out any friends. She had followers. Not friends. People who would worship the very ground she stepped on and people who followed and hung on her every word. Her word was law, and those who dare break Becca's law could be shunned and left to die alone in the city of London. When Becca turned eighteen, she was skipping class and heading to the bar she normally did when she was skivving off classes. She was going to skip third hour and head back before fifth - but she didn't count on not seeing London ever again. She doesn't remember exactly what happened. Heck, she doesn't remember it at all.
She was in London one moment and Narnia the next. No bother. She found she liked Narnia more than she did London. She was welcomed to the royal court with open arms. And she fell in love with King Peter. She could have any man in Narnia with the snap of her fingers, but not him. Which made him ten times more delicious. And she would have him. If that blasted leech, Amelyn Cardonell hadn't gotten in the way. No bother. She would get him. He would be hers. And she would be Queen.
Title: Lady of the Court
Age: 22
Human?: Yes
Location: Narnia
Appearance: Becca has red hair that falls down past her shoulders, she usually has it up but when it's down it has strings of flowers weaved into it. She has piercing green eyes that set spark when she's angry, flirty, or jealous - which she is quite a lot. She has nice skin that really never blemishes, and she takes good care of herself. She wears make - up but not a whole lot like those 'tossers.' She's tall and thin and that makes just about every man in Narnia want her, except the one that matters.
Personality: Born as an only child, Becca is used to getting her way. She has a quick temper and a foul mouth that often runs off at the wrong time. She has known to say many nasty things about many people, and doesn't deny it when asked. Becca is like any other lady of the court, and she thrives off gossip and bashing others - this is her cruel streak which takes over just about every inch of her being when she allows it. It is rare you will find her sentimental and caring. She won't hesitate to laugh in your face - and those who she considers friends, will follow her lead.
History: Becca was born in London, England in a very wealthy family - with very important royal names. She wasn't too far from being on the throne. At least that's what her and her parents told everyone when they went to parties. She's an only child and is spoiled rotten - always has been. Screaming and throwing fits whenever she didn't get her way or what she wanted. Her parents were never home to give her the 'love' they said they would - and she was always left with a nanny. This led to Becca's rebellion. When she was sixteen, Becca started hanging out in the wrong crowd. She learned some things that her parents had wanted her to stay away from, and she did things that would have stained the family name if her parents had payed the media to cover it up. No matter how dangerous that was, nothing was worse than a stain.
Becca grew up with out any friends. She had followers. Not friends. People who would worship the very ground she stepped on and people who followed and hung on her every word. Her word was law, and those who dare break Becca's law could be shunned and left to die alone in the city of London. When Becca turned eighteen, she was skipping class and heading to the bar she normally did when she was skivving off classes. She was going to skip third hour and head back before fifth - but she didn't count on not seeing London ever again. She doesn't remember exactly what happened. Heck, she doesn't remember it at all.
She was in London one moment and Narnia the next. No bother. She found she liked Narnia more than she did London. She was welcomed to the royal court with open arms. And she fell in love with King Peter. She could have any man in Narnia with the snap of her fingers, but not him. Which made him ten times more delicious. And she would have him. If that blasted leech, Amelyn Cardonell hadn't gotten in the way. No bother. She would get him. He would be hers. And she would be Queen.