Rohesia Mariel Honeysett no Waldgrave
THE BASICS
Name: Countess Rohesia Mariel Honeysett no Waldgrave
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Hair: As black as a starless night with thick ringlets that fall down over her shoulders.
Eyes: This has to be one of her most distinguishing features. Her eyes are a vivid blue, a shade that is rarely comparable to other girls within the area. They are nearly the color of the exotic blue topaz stone that nobles often wore upon their fingers.
She has not other truly distinguishable marks, no scars, though she does have a few faint marks upon her belly from when she had previously been with child, which would not be common knowledge to anyone other than herself and the Maker.
General Appearance:
She is pale of flesh. Her skin the color of porcelain, and nearly as flawless as fine dining china. Her hair and eyes are perhaps the most eye catching thing about her upon first inspection. The stark contrast of the pristine ebony that brings a beryl phosphorescence that is almost considered inhuman. Her gaze is intense when she looks at others, and the emotion that is at the forefront is oft considered to be sullen or forlorn. It is not that she faces discontent, it is merely her natural expression, even when she smiles it seems ever present.
In terms of her body, she does not harbor the frail slenderness that many women of nobility have. No, as she has given birth her body flourished into that of wondrous curves. Her breasts still remain heavy, even though the time for feeding as long since passed. Her hips, wide and flared in slopes towards shapely thighs. Her stomach slender though, thanks to activity and use of corset, though if she were honest she does not tighten them as properly as she should.
She stands at five foot seven inches. A bit tall, but not towering over some of the other women, and given the shape of her body in general, if she were shorter she'd appear much plumper than she actually is.
In terms of her personal sense of style, she doesn't truly appear to fret too much over how she looks. She wears what she finds appealing. At times that can be pastel peaches in shade, all the way to the drab colors. Purple however does seem to be quite fetching on her. Instead of fretting over herself, she allows any of her Lady's Maids do that for her, giving them the liberties of how she is to look from her current wardrobe. Perhaps the most scandalous aspect of her in appearance is she does enjoy rouging her lips, she did when she was married as Percy seemed to enjoy it, and it was a habit that stuck with her.
HISTORY
Personality: Her life has been good to her. Even through the moments of sadness, she has found light in it all. She pushes through it to do her duties to the family that took her in, as well as her own. There is one thing. She understands how fleeting life truly is. It has been three very long lonely years since her husband has passed. While she has never fallen out of love with Percy, her heart is ready to be full once more, and that is something that she wants to grasp at desperately. The notion that love, that another one is out there for her. They can never replace him, and that isn't want she wants; she simply can not bare life being alone though.
In her quest for sating her loneliness she has befriended several pheasant women, labelled whores, and if she's asked she will readily admit they are. Despite using their bodies as vessels for naught else but pleasure, they are bright, witty creatures. She enjoys their company and has found many nights of laughter around them.
Even though she fairs well with the pheasants, she can hold her own around others of station. She was reared a proper lady. Educated in reading, writing, and basic skill of embroidery and tapestry making.
She doesn't find herself particularly fascinating, but others might beg to differ as she seems aloof or mysterious to some. Perhaps that can be chalked up to being rather private about her affairs within her homestead.
She has a particularly unique skill set as she calls it. She has an extremely refined palate. This came from tasting the result of the family's trade. Vinegar. A very useful ingredient in the time. The brand which is made oft created from wine and shipped all over for dipping breads.
She adores trips to orchards and fruit picking. It's something she truly loves.
She is also skilled in playing a clavichord, and enjoys playing for people for entertainment purposes.
Sexual Preferences: It is rumored that she enjoys the touch of men and women, though if you ask her personally she'd simply smile. Passions can take flight and sometimes people find beauty in things others do not. She is attracted to men, but easily appreciates the softness and beauty a woman can present.
House (Major or Minor House): Minor House
About Your character:
For as long as Rohesia could remember, she had been promised to marry. ( A very tender age of five, coincides with this aspect of her past)
Her first memories were of meeting a boy with curly dark hair, and amber eyes. He was to be her husband upon age of majority. She remembered visiting the boy often. Percival Fredrickstein Waldgrave. The fourth born of what would be the Waldgrave brood of nine. For the first few years, they saw each other several times a week. The need for education deterred them from spending too much time together. They would have their obligations. Still, they were close, and the other siblings that came to be entered the fold just as rapidly as time moved on. Even though her parents were present in her life, it was the impact of the Waldgraves that would be take precedent in all of things of import.
Fasting forward several years. All of the boys had grown into handsome creatures, and the union of Honeysett and Waldgrave was there. Truth be told, in the beginning she really didn't love him in the way that a future wife should love a future husband. They were all close, but in the way that friends and siblings were.
The wedding came, and the celebration went off without a hitch. She had to admit that seeing him dance like that, brought her a joy that she hasn't felt in ages. There was a jovial nature, and she even convinced a more brooding brother, Taliesin to dance with her. He smiled at her, and a brilliant smile it was. From that point on she was officially a part of the family.
That night, like any marriage of an arranged sort, an awkward consummation took place. Their nuptials solidified by the act of husband and wife. Things were a bit off between them after the first night. It was to be expected of course. Two young people their lives were being tried, tested, and turned upside.
It took several months before things seemed to smooth out and it became second nature to have such acts with Percy. His duties at times kept him away from home for a few days and she found the more frequently he left to go on them, the more she was starting to miss him. They were married for exactly one year before she finally confessed her feelings. So strange that being in such a position that she would find herself in the correct emotional alignment to fully give everything that she had him. Percy had held in his own as men, particularly Waldgrave varieties did not wear their emotions on their sleeves, nor did they push what they thought and felt on others. With her admission, the look on his face. She swore that her heart swelled in seeing that expression. It is one that to this day she still sees, still misses. He loved her too, and that kiss, well, that kiss he gave her in that moment was likely the best thing she would ever have the pleasure of enduring in all of her days.
It was at that point that life was good. It was generous. Beautiful, for both of them. After five months of telling the Waldgrave that she loved him, Rohesia found herself enceinte. The family was ecstatic at the announcement. The Maker smiled upon them. His travels were often shorter, than prior, and she was doted upon unrelentingly. Given all sorts of foods and drink that was said to help the growth of the babe. At first such things bothered her, being constantly guarded and looked over. That was all part of it though and she knew that the family cared about her and the unborn babe. Her own parents were mirthful at the fact their first grandchild was on the way.
The happiness was due for a stark crash of reality and that's what she got. The day of birth was upon her, and the babe was eager to greet the world. Only, it took far longer than what it should. She bled. The pain was nearly unbearable, and after sixteen hours her baby was born, without breathe, without life. The babe would have been a boy. He had been turned the wrong way. The reason the birthing was so difficult. In the process the cord had tangled. The babe didn't make it. The first loss that she suffered. Her child.
This was something that happened, and unfortunately happened often to women. Percival took time away from working with his siblings to help them both heal from the loss. After several weeks, life was slowly returning to normal routine.
Grief faded slowly, after some months they discussed even trying to have another child. Each house needed another bloodline, and she agreed that they needed to work on expanding their own little family. Tragic happenings couldn't reign their every move in life.
She was given two more years with Percival. Two wonderful years. They had their ups and downs. Their moments of joy, their moments of anger. They did everything as a true partnership. What had been arranged turned out to be a love that she never thought she could know. It also turned out to be her greatest loss.
A cup of ale rested in her hands as she was prepared to greet Percival. The carriage had been heard from the window in which she sat under, working on embroidery. She summoned a kitchen maid with the drink, so that she could greet her husband in a proper way. The one who opened the door was not Percy. It was a worse for wear Taliesin. Blood caking his body, and to this day she still doesn't know whom most of it belonged to. She refused to ask. Even in his condition he wanted to speak with her before being carted off by a following alchemist. The look he gave her. One of shame. One of guilt. Her hands, how they trembled until he spoke the words. "I'm sorry." Words that she detests to this day. Sorry. He had taken the plate of her life, and shattered it against the floor, yet sorry was the word he gave for the destruction that he caused.
She shrouded herself in black, and took to her mourning. As her dowry had been placed with Percival's, upon his death the funding was released back to the family, who of course wanted her to stay. They were fond of her after all.
So fond of her in fact that she happened upon the study shortly after the color returned to her garb, she overheard Nathaniel speaking to Taliesin of taking her in as a bride. He outright refused. A part of her was happy that he had declined such an offer. There had been moments after Percy's death that she swore he had come back to her as some sort of specter. She called him by Percy's name a few times in her moments of grief. Could she truly live with a man who reminded her so much of her deceased lover? No. Still she couldn't help but to question what was so wrong with her.
It was at that point that she seemed to fade away from the rest of the Waldgrave family. She pushed herself further away to keep her mind and body occupied else where.
In the last few months she often been seen in several local areas at brothels, conversing with the women there. When she is not seen around the low brow portions of the villages, she's been seen in court, often in the company of the King. This has given way to rumor of her reasons for being in this little experiment of the King. People have suggested that she is his Mistress, but no longer loves her. Another rumor that is often heard about her is that she is a whore, or a Madame herself.
Regardless of what truths there are about her, she is there by royal decree. More so because she has gained title of Countess herself as her father is not longer able to actively care for his stead. In the wake of his familial reign, she is to now step up, which includes a husband and producing an heir.
