Post by Arriana L. Silverhollow on Aug 16, 2012 11:30:24 GMT -5
ARRIANA LOUISE SILVERHOLLOW
DATA
Class:
Surely you'd know by now. Arriana is most definatly a human, and more than that, she's a noble. The creme of the crop- the creme brulee. She's what every one aspires to be...whether they know it or not.
Name:
Arriana Louise Silverhollow. Surely you haven't forgotten? To do so would be most....unsatisfactory.
Nickname(s):
Nicknames? Arriana truly can't remember many nicknames she's been called in the entire scheme of her life.
True her husband had once called her Ari, or Ana once or twice but ever since his death? Nothing. Nothing at all...and truthfully, Arriana thinks she prefers it this way. Names are after, things to be respected. Why would she want to butcher her's?
Birthday:
December 22, 3014.
House:
Surely you know- anyone, fool or not, can realize that Arriana is of the Silverhollow House. She's the head after all...and if Arriana has her way, this will be the only house. Goldsbloom and Whitestag...pah. She's already killed one man...what are two others? And as for the heirs...well...what are a few lives more?
Arriana will make sure nothing will stand in her way.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color:
Blue. Navy blue to be exact, and of a shade so dark its almost black. A mysterious color, some might remark, others say its cold as ice.
Hair Color:
Truthfully? Arriana's a blonde, natural as can be. But well, the hair dye fixes that quite nicely. After all, she's the Silverhollow head, and as such, she must look like the ideal member. Blonde hair wouldn't do-no, she'd look like one of those pompous Whitestag nobles.
Who cares if the dye job only started after her husband's death, and continued through the death of her children? She's got an image to maintain...and few remember her true hair color anyways. She's been with black hair for seven years after all. And memories do tend to fade.
And if someone does perchance remember?
Well, Arriana can fix that quite easily.
Height:
5'8'. It is perhaps, a might tall for a woman, but not too tall for her to be intimidating, or to recognizable-still, she does stand out from the crowd.
Weight:
Really, don't you know it is rude to ask a woman for her weight? A warning, such lack of decorum will not be tolerated.
Build:
Somewhat tall, Arriana sports a curvaceous figure, with full breasts and an hourglass frame. Though she had been slender in her youth with more of a twig like figure, her eventual pregnancy upon the consumption of the Silverhollow heirs, suited her quite well and flushed out her figure, giving her more voluptuous curves and a more rounded waist, as motherhood is apt to do. As such, she has the figure of a well developed woman, and having never been prone to weight gain, she retained some pieces of her slender frame, more evident in the flatness of her stomach.
Distinguishing Features:
As the head of the Silverhollow House, everything should be distinguishing about her, no? Of course, should you want to get more into the details, the Silverhollow head's most distinguishing feature would be perhaps, the length of her hair. When not twirled up high into a tightly pinned bun or coif, it can reach well past her hips, and brushes the back of her knees.
Another would perhaps be, the certain way she walks. Even when consorting with the Middies or the lower echelon of the labs, Arriana walks with purposeful poise, more gliding than walking.
Typical Dress:
Corset Dresses, long petticoats and low cut collars make up the majority of Arriana's wardrobe, though she has been known to wear a pair of cropped trousers from time to time. A great deal of her clothing is dark blue in color, intermediate amounts of violet and black thrown in. For trousers, she tends to prefer the cream colored clothing.
Orientation:
By orientation you are meaning she assuming that Arriana actually cares to copulate with another being. Ha, the sheer thought is amusing. While she is not afraid nor unwilling to use her body to get what she wants, Arriana cares for only one person, no matter how enticing her appearance is at the moment.
And that person will always be herself.
{She's the best company she's got after all...and she's the only one who want betray her.}
Other Notes:----
PERSONALITY
Age:
28
{She's young talented and most of all powerful.}
{Not to mention ruthless.}
{Who wouldn't love her?}
Likes:
[Power]
Arriana is a power hungry woman. She loves the way it feels, the way it tastes in her mouth. It's no wonder she's worked so hard to achieve it- getting rid of those who stood in her way either by bribery, seduction or...less savory things.
Oh yes. Arriana loves power. And she'll do anything to keep it.
[Intelligence]
As a member of Silverhollow, not to mention the head of the House itself, its fairly evident that Arriana favors intelligence above all things. She is a true member of Silverhollow after all, no matter what her original hair color states. Arriana prizes intelligence in all things, even when its in those who would like to see her foisted from her position. After all, what fun is having a position if you don't have to work for it?
Good things don't come easy you now. And its all the more satisfying when you've beaten someone else to get it.
[Victims]
Arriana has a soft spot for victims, for the down trodden, for those who are lead with little regard to their own welfare. After all, she was once one of them, one of the broken hearted and one of the used. That is not to say however, that Arriana is above using them. Because she isn't. Still, victims of any type (whether domestic, physical or verbal) tend to be on Arriana's soft side.Whatever is left of it.
[Flowers]
Arriana has a fondness for flowers- particularly wisteria. The color after all, is such a lovely shade of lilac. And the fact that its seeds are poisonous and can prove fatal when mixed in with an odd patch of bread? Well...that makes them all the more sweeter. Besides that, they have such a brilliant fragrance, and are lovely to look at. Quite a few of them hang from the terrace of the Silverhollow estate, overtaking a few of the older plants. Invasive as the plant might be, Arriana can't help but love them.
Dislikes:
[her hair]
Arriana hates her original hair color. She hates it with a passion that rivals manic. It reminds her of everything she's not- that she isn't the ideal Silverhollow and that she doesn't have the purest blood of those in the House. The mere color irritates her, and she obsessively dyes it to black whenever even a glimpse of her roots might begin to show. Oh, but don't think that just because of this compulsive dying that her hair is coarse and straggly to the touch. Oh no- Arriana has special conditioners and oils for that. Her hair is smooth, and soft as any down.
[Saleim]
There is something about Saleim Silverhollow that...irks Arriana. Almost as if the man knows something she doesn't...and well, quite frankly, that just can't do. In fact, one could say everything about the man irks her, from how he dotes on those filthy half-bloods that his insufferable sop of a father spawned, how he treats them like they belong in the Silverhollow house. Ha-don't make her laugh. Arriana knows one thing for sure though.
She needs to get rid of Saleim quickly.
[The Other Houses]
There's a special place in Arriana's heart reserved for the other Houses. Of course, its not exactly a nice place. Arriana hates the other Houses, Whitestag in particular. Arriana knows how they truly are, and though she might act accepting and properly demure in public, you can bet that Arriana is planning their downfall-after all, there's only room for one House in the City. And Arriana is going to make sure its Silverhollow, even if she has to die trying.
[Abusers]
Arriana hates those who abuse people. More than that, she hates those who abuse women and holds no tolerance for rapes within her House. Should any member be assaulted, Arriana will get rid of the problem quickly, and without a sound. She was once one of the abused after all, so its only fair she hate those who might once have been her tormentors.
Aspirations
- To demolish the other Houses and allow Silverhollow to take its rightful throne
- To keep her grip on the Head title for as long as she can.
- To destroy all those who dare to stand against her. {Whether she must dirty her own hands or not.}
Fears
-She will lose control over the Silverhollow House, losing her place to some....some man. {Of course, Arriana won't ever let that happen...not again.}
- Somehow, someway, someone will find out all the little strings she's had to pull in order to get the position she has now. {And by that of course, meaning all the people she's had to get rid of in order to achieve her place in society}
- Her sons somehow survived that carriage incident all those years ago and that they will be adopted back into the House...that they'll usurp her throne from her. {But that's just silly right? Those poor little boys are dead. She made sure...}
Strengths:
{COLD}
Cold. This word can describe Arriana to a tee. She has little care for the people below her, and though she can put on a pretty face and play 'sweet and naive' as well as any of those Whitestag do gooders, she can make a decision in a minute flat, regardless of who gets hurt or dies in the process. She has little care for morals, and though in some this might be a weakness, Arriana takes this to the degree that it is a strength. She can waltz the night away with out a care and simultaneously order the destruction of an entire family.
{BEAUTIFUL}
Let it be said that Arriana is not a vain woman. However, that does not mean she is unaware of her beauty. She's stunning to look at, with all the beauty of a black widow spider.
{All the better to draw you in before the venom gets you.}
{INTELLIGENT}
As the Silverhollow head, its fairly well known that Arriana is intelligent. Of course, few realize just how intelligent she is. After all, Arriana is a pretty woman, stricken by...grief.... and in charge of a position that she ah...was forced upon after the tragic death of her husband and sons. Few realize that behind those dark eyes there is a cunning intelligence with all the tenacity of a viper, ready to lash out should the moment arise.
Weaknesses
{DISTANT}
]Despite her evident beauty and her intelligence, Arriana isn't exactly well liked by all the denizens of the House she rules. In fact, Arriana is hardly seen in the large laboratories that frequent the majority of the Silverhollow estate. Of course, this doesn't mean that she isn't there. Oh no. Arriana is always watching, watchful as any snake when its cornered its prey. Rather, Arriana tends to hole herself up, locking herself away in a separate room as she works on her own little projects...of course, this doesn't exactly endear her to the people she rules. In fact, one could say they are becoming quite....rebellious.
{STRONG-WILLED}
Arriana is not a meek woman content to letting both opportunities and people pass her by. In fact, one could say she is of the sort who will reach out and grab what she wants, holding onto it with an iron fist while slowly getting rid of those who might seek to gain her prize. And in that of course, they'd be right. But then...a woman with a personality such as hers tends to grate on the nerves of the more...masculine...members of the house. After all, they wish to see a mouse of a woman, with teary, grief stricken eyes just waiting to be saved. Unfortunately, Arriana is none of these things. As such, this doesn't exactly set her in a positive light.
{Oh well. It's not like Arriana cares one way or the other.}.
{VENGEFUL}
Hell hath not the fury of a woman scorned. And indeed, what is Arriana if not a woman scorned? When slighted, she takes revenge in the best way she can manage. If that means going after your family or your wishes and hopes than so be it. Arriana will go after you with a cold hearted vengeance. Still, her vengeful personality can work against her, as she can lose sight of her own mistakes and errors, and sometimes she might just...slip..
Habits:
-She makes it a habit to brush her hair every morning and night by herself, despite the fact that she has multiple maids.
-She never takes a bite of her food without testing it first with a drop of a small potion she carries with her at all times. Poison after all, can kill anyone.
{Some of the older members of Silverhollow can attest to that. Or they would have been able to were they still living.}
- She still has her wedding band on, despite the fact that its been over six years since his death, and when worried she tends to twist the band around her finger, fiddling with the diamond set into it.
Overall Personality: Arriana is, to put it bluntly, a cold hearted bitch with a soft spot for flowers and victims of abuse. More than that though, she's a woman with an agenda, and she's not the type to let an opportunity pass her by.
She has little regard for the typical human being, and though she might be a bit softer in regards to those who have suffered abuse in their life time, that doesn't mean she isn't willing to use her resources.
Arriana is a woman with very little morals, and is perhaps, th epitome of a woman scorned who decided she wanted something more. And as any scorned woman is willing to do, Arriana's going to do whatever it takes to get her prize...whatever that might be.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace:
As a member of Silverhollow (not to mention the head) it's fairly apparent she was born here as well.
Parents:
Loisa Grace Silverhollow nee Whitestag (mother); Armont Jives Silverhollow (father.)
Her mother is the one she gets her original hair color from, a woman who was married into the House to better the relations between the two. It really is quite odd how both of them died due to an unforeseen riot in the Central-Sector....
Siblings:
Only child. Her parents never had the time to try for other children, busy as they were.
{And her mother was always to bitter over the fact that she was trapped within a House to which she held no loyalties to care about her tiny daughter.}
Spouse: Abrose Silas Silverhollow. (Deceased).
Children: Alphred R. Silverhollow; Matthew H. Silverhollow {both presumed dead}
Education:
Did you hear her last name? Or perhaps her title? As the head of the entire Silverhollow house, it is veritably certified that Arriana has had a top notch education. Tutor after tutor was pushed onto her, after all, school (public or private) was too common for one of such high status as her.
Fiercely intelligent, it is no surprise that Arriana completed the necessary courses for her secondary school diploma within a year, and afterwards, got her degree in graduate school two years after.
History:
A child born from a loveless marriage, Arriana was left to her own devices, even as young girl, and due to the brightness of her hair, a trait she inherited from her mother, she was never quite accepted by the other Silverhollow children her age.
As such, she grew up very distant, her only friends being those she could imagine up herself.
At least, that was until Ambrose came along- the young Silverhollow head three years her senior. Ambrose was kind, cheerful and intelligent. Almost as intelligent as Arriana herself. But more than that, Ambrose promised to share the power that came with being the Lord of Silverhollow.
The two quickly fell in love, and though the majority of the House protested, were married not a year after their initial meeting. Arriana was 15, and Ambrose was 18.
The two seemed happy enough for the first two years of their marriage, but that quickly started a down ward spiral, particularly when Arriana overheard a conversation between her husband and a few of his colleagues.
She had been minding herself, embroidering a new fan as she looked over the notes of the House's newest project (what would later be known as the Magna-Weapon), when on a whim, she had decided to visit her husband.
And of course, that's when she heard it.
That he was using her-that he had no intentions of letting her use the power he had promised her.
She was a woman after all-not fit for more than things than childbearing and cooking in the kitchen, and as she had not yet conceived and was unable to cook her own meals, she was good for neither of those things.
That she was just a pretty face, a trophy for his mantle.
What was she supposed to do but confront him as he opened the door to stare at her white face? But upon the confrontation... but rather than the sorry tones she had been expecting, Ambrose made no move to refute her, and instead, verified it.
Said that he had meant what he said.
And afterwards, angered with her for confronting him, Ambrose had hit her-struck her across the face.
Something in Arriana broke that day.
In fact, one might think that was when her heart finally became the block of ice it is today.
Two years followed, though they carried none of the happy days of before-Arriana saw more and more of Ambrose's personality, and slowly, she became little more than a shell of a woman, hardly smiling at the birth of her two sons.
{secretly, Arriana had been hoping for girls. If only to see the horror on Ambrose's face.}
Four years after the birth of her first child, Ambrose died, and a few short months after that, there was a mysterious accident that took the lives of both her children.
And when she heard the news?
Arriana smiled.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
- She's cold hearted enough to stab you in the back and smile at you while doing so.
- She can hide her emotions better than a mask ever could.
- She is planning to stay the Silverhollow head no matter what gets thrown her way.
Rumors:
- Arriana is actually not the Silverhollow head-she's merely just a puppet for the Houses's other members.
- Her Husband isn't really dead but rather, is ruling the house from the background.
-She hid her children away due to assassination attempts
-The lost Silverhollow heirs weren't actually her children- just two boys she kidnapped then decided to get rid of when someone found out.
Secrets:
- Her husband's death was not actually her work. In fact, she had not known he'd had an allergy to shellfish. {That doesn't of course, mean that she was not pleased with the turn out}
- She has her doubts about her children's supposed 'death's- she has always heard that Jax was a bleeding heart when it came to children sometimes, she wonders whether or not the 'rightful' heirs are alive and kicking.
- She once loved her husband. {Too bad that emotion is long since past.}
-Had her children been born girls, she probably would have spared them. {Boys after all grow into men, and Arriana knows quite well that men can never be trusted.}
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri
Years Role-Playing: Quite a while honestly. Around nine to ten years...give or take.
Contact: PM or email- either one is fine~ =)
Other Characters: Gold. Xerxes. Oscar. Lionel (up for adoption)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The embroidery was turning out quite nicely.
Smiling down at the cloth in her hands, Arriana held it up in the air, marveling at how the false-light filtered through the carefully sewn threads.
It was beautiful really, the way it streamed through, but more than that, Arriana thought as she placed the half-embroidered piece of cloth in her lap, it was the light itself that was wonderful. Who could have thought that they’d be able to harness the power of electricity?
Of course, the history books all stated it that the civilizations be in the time before had had electricity, such marvels had died out centuries ago. It was only recently that they had managed to harness its powers once again. Her own grandfather after all, had been the one to find it.
Lips curling into a fond smile, Arriana lifted the embroidery off her lap and placed it onto the side-table next to her, pushing a few of the odds and ends off the side so she could safely rest the large scrap of cloth upon it.
Standing up, she brushed off her skirts, looking out the window and sighing as she breathed in the cool night air.
It was nights like this that made life worth living.
Standing there for a moment, she sighed, leaning against the half-open door.
“…and I must say…”
“…yes…yes…that’s how we…”
“…I….stand…”
Blinking as she caught ear of the conversations drifting from the sitting room, Arriana tilted her head to the side before she smiled. Ah!
Ambrose must have guests then…that would explain why he wasn’t in the room.
Perhaps…perhaps she’d surprise him. Pulling on an overcoat, the Silverhollow noble hid a soft smile, placing on her finest slippers before she slid down the hall.
Ah! But first she’d get some treats. Ambrose always did get hungry when he had company over…and besides, it was rude not to offer food to his colleagues, particularly when they were in the house, no?
Lips curling as she got her mode of entry verified, Arriana puttered down into the kitchens, inclining her head towards the few staff who worked full-time in the manor.
“Can I help you Ma’am?”
Smiling slightly at the first to speak up- a tiny wisp of a girl with more hair than body, Arriana nodded her head. “Yes.” she murmured, “Could you perhaps help me make a tray? I do know it is short notice but…”
“Ah! Yes Ma’am, just give me a moment!”
Watching as the girl practically leapt up from the seat she had been sitting in just moments prior, Arriana crossed her hands in front of herself demurely, watching as the maid-servant puttered around, pulling a tray from one of the high cabinets before rummaging in the ice box, placing the whatever she pulled out onto the tray until it was nearly spilling over.
Smiling her thanks at the girl as she reached for the preferred tray, Arriana tilted her head, murmuring a quiet thank you before she slid back into the hall way, a skip in her step.
Turning down the many twists and turns that dominated the majority of the Silverhollow Manor, Arriana grinned to herself as she stopped outside the door, pausing for a moment to listen to the sound of her husband’s voice.
“Arriana? She’s doing splendidly. A beautiful woman you know. I am glad I married her.”
“Glad are you? Ha! I don’t doubt that! Though her she’s thin as a rail, she does have a rather fetching physique…I do believe she’ll plump up with some children. Ah! But enough about that. What is with these silly rumors going around?”
“Rumors?”
“You haven’t heard? Why people are saying that you’ve pledge to allow her to rule the house with you! A woman!”
“Ah, that’s finally gotten out then has it? No worries my friend-I simply told her a lie to get her to marry me. Ha! You’d think for someone so intelligent she wouldn’t have fallen for such a trick. It must be the Whitestag in her, if you know what I mean…that woman is fit to be nothing more than a trophy. Pretty to look at but not fit for much else.”
“Aha! I understand-ah, what was that?!”
Face white as the tray in her hands clattered to the ground, spilling food everywhere, Arriana blinked, feeling her heart stop in her chest.
L…lie…? A trick…trophy…wife?
Lips thinning into a white line, Arriana shuddered.
No…no, it couldn’t be true! Not Ambrose!
Taking a faltering step back, Arriana gulped, her eyes suspiciously dry, even as Ambrose opened the door to look at her, his face confused before it straightened out into a blank expression.
From the inside the cracked door, Arriana could see his colleagues, a group of old wizened men peering at her curiously.
Shutting the door behind him, Ambrose paused. “So you heard that did you?”
“…y…yes…” That was odd…Arriana couldn’t remember her voice being that soft before, nor that quiet.
How strange. “…is…is it the truth? It can’t be…” Her cheeks felt oddly wet and with a shuddering intake of air, Arriana whirled upon her husband. “It’s not true is it?! Not true at all?” Her voice was much louder now, almost desperate and it seemed to ring through the halls.
About to cry out some more, demanding her husband to tell her the truth, Arriana gasped a sharp pain bit into her cheek.
For a moment she stood there, stunned before her hand finally moved to carress the reddened flesh, her eyes wide as she stared at the blank face of her husband.
He...he had....
Lips straightening into a thin line, Arriana paused before her expression smoothed out. Ah.
So that was how it was.
Years later, as she stared at her husband's quickly swelling features and watched as those beautiful blue eyes called frantically to do something as his voice was lost by the steady inflammation of his throat, Arriana sat there and smiled, reaching down to run a hand through her eldest son's hair.
"What's wrong with daddy?" The boy asked, staring at his father with wide eyes as he held onto his younger brother's hand.
"Nothing." Arriana replied demurely, before she continued eating her soup, though not before a quiet glance towards her side.
She knew how to get power now...after all, lives were so very fragile.
Oh yes. She'd make sure she'd never be hurt again.
And in the process?
Arriana's lips quirked.
Well, she always did love her shellfish.
DATA
Class:
Surely you'd know by now. Arriana is most definatly a human, and more than that, she's a noble. The creme of the crop- the creme brulee. She's what every one aspires to be...whether they know it or not.
Name:
Arriana Louise Silverhollow. Surely you haven't forgotten? To do so would be most....unsatisfactory.
Nickname(s):
Nicknames? Arriana truly can't remember many nicknames she's been called in the entire scheme of her life.
True her husband had once called her Ari, or Ana once or twice but ever since his death? Nothing. Nothing at all...and truthfully, Arriana thinks she prefers it this way. Names are after, things to be respected. Why would she want to butcher her's?
Birthday:
December 22, 3014.
House:
Surely you know- anyone, fool or not, can realize that Arriana is of the Silverhollow House. She's the head after all...and if Arriana has her way, this will be the only house. Goldsbloom and Whitestag...pah. She's already killed one man...what are two others? And as for the heirs...well...what are a few lives more?
Arriana will make sure nothing will stand in her way.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color:
Blue. Navy blue to be exact, and of a shade so dark its almost black. A mysterious color, some might remark, others say its cold as ice.
Hair Color:
Truthfully? Arriana's a blonde, natural as can be. But well, the hair dye fixes that quite nicely. After all, she's the Silverhollow head, and as such, she must look like the ideal member. Blonde hair wouldn't do-no, she'd look like one of those pompous Whitestag nobles.
Who cares if the dye job only started after her husband's death, and continued through the death of her children? She's got an image to maintain...and few remember her true hair color anyways. She's been with black hair for seven years after all. And memories do tend to fade.
And if someone does perchance remember?
Well, Arriana can fix that quite easily.
Height:
5'8'. It is perhaps, a might tall for a woman, but not too tall for her to be intimidating, or to recognizable-still, she does stand out from the crowd.
Weight:
Really, don't you know it is rude to ask a woman for her weight? A warning, such lack of decorum will not be tolerated.
Build:
Somewhat tall, Arriana sports a curvaceous figure, with full breasts and an hourglass frame. Though she had been slender in her youth with more of a twig like figure, her eventual pregnancy upon the consumption of the Silverhollow heirs, suited her quite well and flushed out her figure, giving her more voluptuous curves and a more rounded waist, as motherhood is apt to do. As such, she has the figure of a well developed woman, and having never been prone to weight gain, she retained some pieces of her slender frame, more evident in the flatness of her stomach.
Distinguishing Features:
As the head of the Silverhollow House, everything should be distinguishing about her, no? Of course, should you want to get more into the details, the Silverhollow head's most distinguishing feature would be perhaps, the length of her hair. When not twirled up high into a tightly pinned bun or coif, it can reach well past her hips, and brushes the back of her knees.
Another would perhaps be, the certain way she walks. Even when consorting with the Middies or the lower echelon of the labs, Arriana walks with purposeful poise, more gliding than walking.
Typical Dress:
Corset Dresses, long petticoats and low cut collars make up the majority of Arriana's wardrobe, though she has been known to wear a pair of cropped trousers from time to time. A great deal of her clothing is dark blue in color, intermediate amounts of violet and black thrown in. For trousers, she tends to prefer the cream colored clothing.
Orientation:
By orientation you are meaning she assuming that Arriana actually cares to copulate with another being. Ha, the sheer thought is amusing. While she is not afraid nor unwilling to use her body to get what she wants, Arriana cares for only one person, no matter how enticing her appearance is at the moment.
And that person will always be herself.
{She's the best company she's got after all...and she's the only one who want betray her.}
Other Notes:----
PERSONALITY
Age:
28
{She's young talented and most of all powerful.}
{Who wouldn't love her?}
Likes:
[Power]
Arriana is a power hungry woman. She loves the way it feels, the way it tastes in her mouth. It's no wonder she's worked so hard to achieve it- getting rid of those who stood in her way either by bribery, seduction or...less savory things.
Oh yes. Arriana loves power. And she'll do anything to keep it.
[Intelligence]
As a member of Silverhollow, not to mention the head of the House itself, its fairly evident that Arriana favors intelligence above all things. She is a true member of Silverhollow after all, no matter what her original hair color states. Arriana prizes intelligence in all things, even when its in those who would like to see her foisted from her position. After all, what fun is having a position if you don't have to work for it?
Good things don't come easy you now. And its all the more satisfying when you've beaten someone else to get it.
[Victims]
Arriana has a soft spot for victims, for the down trodden, for those who are lead with little regard to their own welfare. After all, she was once one of them, one of the broken hearted and one of the used. That is not to say however, that Arriana is above using them. Because she isn't. Still, victims of any type (whether domestic, physical or verbal) tend to be on Arriana's soft side.
[Flowers]
Arriana has a fondness for flowers- particularly wisteria. The color after all, is such a lovely shade of lilac. And the fact that its seeds are poisonous and can prove fatal when mixed in with an odd patch of bread? Well...that makes them all the more sweeter. Besides that, they have such a brilliant fragrance, and are lovely to look at. Quite a few of them hang from the terrace of the Silverhollow estate, overtaking a few of the older plants. Invasive as the plant might be, Arriana can't help but love them.
Dislikes:
[her hair]
Arriana hates her original hair color. She hates it with a passion that rivals manic. It reminds her of everything she's not- that she isn't the ideal Silverhollow and that she doesn't have the purest blood of those in the House. The mere color irritates her, and she obsessively dyes it to black whenever even a glimpse of her roots might begin to show. Oh, but don't think that just because of this compulsive dying that her hair is coarse and straggly to the touch. Oh no- Arriana has special conditioners and oils for that. Her hair is smooth, and soft as any down.
[Saleim]
There is something about Saleim Silverhollow that...irks Arriana. Almost as if the man knows something she doesn't...and well, quite frankly, that just can't do. In fact, one could say everything about the man irks her, from how he dotes on those filthy half-bloods that his insufferable sop of a father spawned, how he treats them like they belong in the Silverhollow house. Ha-don't make her laugh. Arriana knows one thing for sure though.
She needs to get rid of Saleim quickly.
[The Other Houses]
There's a special place in Arriana's heart reserved for the other Houses. Of course, its not exactly a nice place. Arriana hates the other Houses, Whitestag in particular. Arriana knows how they truly are, and though she might act accepting and properly demure in public, you can bet that Arriana is planning their downfall-after all, there's only room for one House in the City. And Arriana is going to make sure its Silverhollow, even if she has to die trying.
[Abusers]
Arriana hates those who abuse people. More than that, she hates those who abuse women and holds no tolerance for rapes within her House. Should any member be assaulted, Arriana will get rid of the problem quickly, and without a sound. She was once one of the abused after all, so its only fair she hate those who might once have been her tormentors.
Aspirations
- To demolish the other Houses and allow Silverhollow to take its rightful throne
- To keep her grip on the Head title for as long as she can.
- To destroy all those who dare to stand against her. {Whether she must dirty her own hands or not.}
Fears
-She will lose control over the Silverhollow House, losing her place to some....some man. {Of course, Arriana won't ever let that happen...not again.}
- Somehow, someway, someone will find out all the little strings she's had to pull in order to get the position she has now. {And by that of course, meaning all the people she's had to get rid of in order to achieve her place in society}
- Her sons somehow survived that carriage incident all those years ago and that they will be adopted back into the House...that they'll usurp her throne from her. {But that's just silly right? Those poor little boys are dead. She made sure...}
Strengths:
{COLD}
Cold. This word can describe Arriana to a tee. She has little care for the people below her, and though she can put on a pretty face and play 'sweet and naive' as well as any of those Whitestag do gooders, she can make a decision in a minute flat, regardless of who gets hurt or dies in the process. She has little care for morals, and though in some this might be a weakness, Arriana takes this to the degree that it is a strength. She can waltz the night away with out a care and simultaneously order the destruction of an entire family.
{BEAUTIFUL}
Let it be said that Arriana is not a vain woman. However, that does not mean she is unaware of her beauty. She's stunning to look at, with all the beauty of a black widow spider.
{All the better to draw you in before the venom gets you.}
{INTELLIGENT}
As the Silverhollow head, its fairly well known that Arriana is intelligent. Of course, few realize just how intelligent she is. After all, Arriana is a pretty woman, stricken by...grief.... and in charge of a position that she ah...was forced upon after the tragic death of her husband and sons. Few realize that behind those dark eyes there is a cunning intelligence with all the tenacity of a viper, ready to lash out should the moment arise.
Weaknesses
{DISTANT}
]Despite her evident beauty and her intelligence, Arriana isn't exactly well liked by all the denizens of the House she rules. In fact, Arriana is hardly seen in the large laboratories that frequent the majority of the Silverhollow estate. Of course, this doesn't mean that she isn't there. Oh no. Arriana is always watching, watchful as any snake when its cornered its prey. Rather, Arriana tends to hole herself up, locking herself away in a separate room as she works on her own little projects...of course, this doesn't exactly endear her to the people she rules. In fact, one could say they are becoming quite....rebellious.
{STRONG-WILLED}
Arriana is not a meek woman content to letting both opportunities and people pass her by. In fact, one could say she is of the sort who will reach out and grab what she wants, holding onto it with an iron fist while slowly getting rid of those who might seek to gain her prize. And in that of course, they'd be right. But then...a woman with a personality such as hers tends to grate on the nerves of the more...masculine...members of the house. After all, they wish to see a mouse of a woman, with teary, grief stricken eyes just waiting to be saved. Unfortunately, Arriana is none of these things. As such, this doesn't exactly set her in a positive light.
{Oh well. It's not like Arriana cares one way or the other.}.
{VENGEFUL}
Hell hath not the fury of a woman scorned. And indeed, what is Arriana if not a woman scorned? When slighted, she takes revenge in the best way she can manage. If that means going after your family or your wishes and hopes than so be it. Arriana will go after you with a cold hearted vengeance. Still, her vengeful personality can work against her, as she can lose sight of her own mistakes and errors, and sometimes she might just...slip..
Habits:
-She makes it a habit to brush her hair every morning and night by herself, despite the fact that she has multiple maids.
-She never takes a bite of her food without testing it first with a drop of a small potion she carries with her at all times. Poison after all, can kill anyone.
{Some of the older members of Silverhollow can attest to that. Or they would have been able to were they still living.}
- She still has her wedding band on, despite the fact that its been over six years since his death, and when worried she tends to twist the band around her finger, fiddling with the diamond set into it.
Overall Personality: Arriana is, to put it bluntly, a cold hearted bitch with a soft spot for flowers and victims of abuse. More than that though, she's a woman with an agenda, and she's not the type to let an opportunity pass her by.
She has little regard for the typical human being, and though she might be a bit softer in regards to those who have suffered abuse in their life time, that doesn't mean she isn't willing to use her resources.
Arriana is a woman with very little morals, and is perhaps, th epitome of a woman scorned who decided she wanted something more. And as any scorned woman is willing to do, Arriana's going to do whatever it takes to get her prize...whatever that might be.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace:
As a member of Silverhollow (not to mention the head) it's fairly apparent she was born here as well.
Parents:
Loisa Grace Silverhollow nee Whitestag (mother); Armont Jives Silverhollow (father.)
Her mother is the one she gets her original hair color from, a woman who was married into the House to better the relations between the two. It really is quite odd how both of them died due to an unforeseen riot in the Central-Sector....
Siblings:
Only child. Her parents never had the time to try for other children, busy as they were.
{And her mother was always to bitter over the fact that she was trapped within a House to which she held no loyalties to care about her tiny daughter.}
Spouse: Abrose Silas Silverhollow. (Deceased).
Children: Alphred R. Silverhollow; Matthew H. Silverhollow {both presumed dead}
Education:
Did you hear her last name? Or perhaps her title? As the head of the entire Silverhollow house, it is veritably certified that Arriana has had a top notch education. Tutor after tutor was pushed onto her, after all, school (public or private) was too common for one of such high status as her.
Fiercely intelligent, it is no surprise that Arriana completed the necessary courses for her secondary school diploma within a year, and afterwards, got her degree in graduate school two years after.
History:
A child born from a loveless marriage, Arriana was left to her own devices, even as young girl, and due to the brightness of her hair, a trait she inherited from her mother, she was never quite accepted by the other Silverhollow children her age.
As such, she grew up very distant, her only friends being those she could imagine up herself.
At least, that was until Ambrose came along- the young Silverhollow head three years her senior. Ambrose was kind, cheerful and intelligent. Almost as intelligent as Arriana herself. But more than that, Ambrose promised to share the power that came with being the Lord of Silverhollow.
The two quickly fell in love, and though the majority of the House protested, were married not a year after their initial meeting. Arriana was 15, and Ambrose was 18.
The two seemed happy enough for the first two years of their marriage, but that quickly started a down ward spiral, particularly when Arriana overheard a conversation between her husband and a few of his colleagues.
She had been minding herself, embroidering a new fan as she looked over the notes of the House's newest project (what would later be known as the Magna-Weapon), when on a whim, she had decided to visit her husband.
And of course, that's when she heard it.
That he was using her-that he had no intentions of letting her use the power he had promised her.
She was a woman after all-not fit for more than things than childbearing and cooking in the kitchen, and as she had not yet conceived and was unable to cook her own meals, she was good for neither of those things.
That she was just a pretty face, a trophy for his mantle.
What was she supposed to do but confront him as he opened the door to stare at her white face? But upon the confrontation... but rather than the sorry tones she had been expecting, Ambrose made no move to refute her, and instead, verified it.
Said that he had meant what he said.
And afterwards, angered with her for confronting him, Ambrose had hit her-struck her across the face.
Something in Arriana broke that day.
In fact, one might think that was when her heart finally became the block of ice it is today.
Two years followed, though they carried none of the happy days of before-Arriana saw more and more of Ambrose's personality, and slowly, she became little more than a shell of a woman, hardly smiling at the birth of her two sons.
{secretly, Arriana had been hoping for girls. If only to see the horror on Ambrose's face.}
Four years after the birth of her first child, Ambrose died, and a few short months after that, there was a mysterious accident that took the lives of both her children.
And when she heard the news?
Arriana smiled.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
- She's cold hearted enough to stab you in the back and smile at you while doing so.
- She can hide her emotions better than a mask ever could.
- She is planning to stay the Silverhollow head no matter what gets thrown her way.
Rumors:
- Arriana is actually not the Silverhollow head-she's merely just a puppet for the Houses's other members.
- Her Husband isn't really dead but rather, is ruling the house from the background.
-She hid her children away due to assassination attempts
-The lost Silverhollow heirs weren't actually her children- just two boys she kidnapped then decided to get rid of when someone found out.
Secrets:
- Her husband's death was not actually her work. In fact, she had not known he'd had an allergy to shellfish. {That doesn't of course, mean that she was not pleased with the turn out}
- She has her doubts about her children's supposed 'death's- she has always heard that Jax was a bleeding heart when it came to children sometimes, she wonders whether or not the 'rightful' heirs are alive and kicking.
- She once loved her husband. {Too bad that emotion is long since past.}
-Had her children been born girls, she probably would have spared them. {Boys after all grow into men, and Arriana knows quite well that men can never be trusted.}
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri
Years Role-Playing: Quite a while honestly. Around nine to ten years...give or take.
Contact: PM or email- either one is fine~ =)
Other Characters: Gold. Xerxes. Oscar. Lionel (up for adoption)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The embroidery was turning out quite nicely.
Smiling down at the cloth in her hands, Arriana held it up in the air, marveling at how the false-light filtered through the carefully sewn threads.
It was beautiful really, the way it streamed through, but more than that, Arriana thought as she placed the half-embroidered piece of cloth in her lap, it was the light itself that was wonderful. Who could have thought that they’d be able to harness the power of electricity?
Of course, the history books all stated it that the civilizations be in the time before had had electricity, such marvels had died out centuries ago. It was only recently that they had managed to harness its powers once again. Her own grandfather after all, had been the one to find it.
Lips curling into a fond smile, Arriana lifted the embroidery off her lap and placed it onto the side-table next to her, pushing a few of the odds and ends off the side so she could safely rest the large scrap of cloth upon it.
Standing up, she brushed off her skirts, looking out the window and sighing as she breathed in the cool night air.
It was nights like this that made life worth living.
Standing there for a moment, she sighed, leaning against the half-open door.
“…and I must say…”
“…yes…yes…that’s how we…”
“…I….stand…”
Blinking as she caught ear of the conversations drifting from the sitting room, Arriana tilted her head to the side before she smiled. Ah!
Ambrose must have guests then…that would explain why he wasn’t in the room.
Perhaps…perhaps she’d surprise him. Pulling on an overcoat, the Silverhollow noble hid a soft smile, placing on her finest slippers before she slid down the hall.
Ah! But first she’d get some treats. Ambrose always did get hungry when he had company over…and besides, it was rude not to offer food to his colleagues, particularly when they were in the house, no?
Lips curling as she got her mode of entry verified, Arriana puttered down into the kitchens, inclining her head towards the few staff who worked full-time in the manor.
“Can I help you Ma’am?”
Smiling slightly at the first to speak up- a tiny wisp of a girl with more hair than body, Arriana nodded her head. “Yes.” she murmured, “Could you perhaps help me make a tray? I do know it is short notice but…”
“Ah! Yes Ma’am, just give me a moment!”
Watching as the girl practically leapt up from the seat she had been sitting in just moments prior, Arriana crossed her hands in front of herself demurely, watching as the maid-servant puttered around, pulling a tray from one of the high cabinets before rummaging in the ice box, placing the whatever she pulled out onto the tray until it was nearly spilling over.
Smiling her thanks at the girl as she reached for the preferred tray, Arriana tilted her head, murmuring a quiet thank you before she slid back into the hall way, a skip in her step.
Turning down the many twists and turns that dominated the majority of the Silverhollow Manor, Arriana grinned to herself as she stopped outside the door, pausing for a moment to listen to the sound of her husband’s voice.
“Arriana? She’s doing splendidly. A beautiful woman you know. I am glad I married her.”
“Glad are you? Ha! I don’t doubt that! Though her she’s thin as a rail, she does have a rather fetching physique…I do believe she’ll plump up with some children. Ah! But enough about that. What is with these silly rumors going around?”
“Rumors?”
“You haven’t heard? Why people are saying that you’ve pledge to allow her to rule the house with you! A woman!”
“Ah, that’s finally gotten out then has it? No worries my friend-I simply told her a lie to get her to marry me. Ha! You’d think for someone so intelligent she wouldn’t have fallen for such a trick. It must be the Whitestag in her, if you know what I mean…that woman is fit to be nothing more than a trophy. Pretty to look at but not fit for much else.”
“Aha! I understand-ah, what was that?!”
Face white as the tray in her hands clattered to the ground, spilling food everywhere, Arriana blinked, feeling her heart stop in her chest.
L…lie…? A trick…trophy…wife?
Lips thinning into a white line, Arriana shuddered.
No…no, it couldn’t be true! Not Ambrose!
Taking a faltering step back, Arriana gulped, her eyes suspiciously dry, even as Ambrose opened the door to look at her, his face confused before it straightened out into a blank expression.
From the inside the cracked door, Arriana could see his colleagues, a group of old wizened men peering at her curiously.
Shutting the door behind him, Ambrose paused. “So you heard that did you?”
“…y…yes…” That was odd…Arriana couldn’t remember her voice being that soft before, nor that quiet.
How strange. “…is…is it the truth? It can’t be…” Her cheeks felt oddly wet and with a shuddering intake of air, Arriana whirled upon her husband. “It’s not true is it?! Not true at all?” Her voice was much louder now, almost desperate and it seemed to ring through the halls.
About to cry out some more, demanding her husband to tell her the truth, Arriana gasped a sharp pain bit into her cheek.
For a moment she stood there, stunned before her hand finally moved to carress the reddened flesh, her eyes wide as she stared at the blank face of her husband.
He...he had....
Lips straightening into a thin line, Arriana paused before her expression smoothed out. Ah.
So that was how it was.
Years later, as she stared at her husband's quickly swelling features and watched as those beautiful blue eyes called frantically to do something as his voice was lost by the steady inflammation of his throat, Arriana sat there and smiled, reaching down to run a hand through her eldest son's hair.
"What's wrong with daddy?" The boy asked, staring at his father with wide eyes as he held onto his younger brother's hand.
"Nothing." Arriana replied demurely, before she continued eating her soup, though not before a quiet glance towards her side.
She knew how to get power now...after all, lives were so very fragile.
Oh yes. She'd make sure she'd never be hurt again.
And in the process?
Arriana's lips quirked.
Well, she always did love her shellfish.
