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LenocastPLACE OF RESIDENCE:
Alysan is quite lovely to behold, having bloomed fully after her ill-fated marriage. Like the bulk of the Lenocast clan, Aly has been graced with golden blonde hair - the lion's mane, if you will - and large, blue eyes. She is the very picture of voluptuous beauty and very rarely needs corsets except to fit in her most scandalous dresses.GENERAL CLOTHING:
As befitting a lady of her status, Aly is almost never seen outside her elaborate, beautifully crafted gowns. She favors brocade and furs, especially in deep jewel tones. SCARS OR MARKINGS:
A thin scar on her lower stomach, spanning about two inches horizontally and located around three inches beneath her belly button.
+ Her family.DISLIKES:
- Showing weakness.
- Old men.PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Alysan Lenocast seems like the ideal young lady - quiet, sweet, respectful, beautiful. She is of impeccable breeding and it shows; she is grace personified, the Lady of the Moon made flesh, some say. From the womb, Alysan has been raised to be above all things the ideal wife and mother. That she was widowed so early and without consummation is unbelievable! Unthinkable!
That is, unless you actually
Dealing in courtly intrigue (and her mother) at a young age has taught her exactly how to behave and appear, depending on her company. She can be coy and demure one second, ribald and vivacious the next. Her personality as others see it is a constantly rotating arsenal of masks and fronts, designed to confuse and delight. It is to the point where Alysan herself is almost unsure where the play ends and the reality begins.
What's certain in all incarnations, however, is that Alysan is far more mischievous than her appearance would suggest. She has a secret taste for gambling and for flirtation that she goes to great lengths to hide. In fact, hiding things is one of her favorite pasttimes and is made easy by her pretty face and sweet exterior. It is of her belief that a woman wears courtesy like an armor and her armor is well-polished.
It has been drilled into her from a young age never to trust completely, especially in the times of Kabal. It's difficult to say she has friends - at least in the normal definition. She has a number of acquaintances of varying levels of closeness, but very few in the way of confidantes and bosom buddies. Keeping friends is much harder when keeping secrets. She is highly ambitious in finding the correct mate to bring her to power and therefore is either jealous of most women or finds them to be a threat to her future. Paranoid to a fault, she has a habit of leaking false information here and there to learn who she can trust and who she cannot.
In the year since Claude's disappearance, she has grown even colder and sharper. Whatever specks of sympathy and empathy she had have been since quashed down and tucked away. Only when she is alone does she let her down her guard. Even around her family, she pretends at feeling the appropriate way.
Lord Ersus LenocastMother:
Lady ____ LenocastSiblings:
It was sheer bad luck that fate would place Alysan in the Lenocast home as a female. Though she wanted for nothing as a child, she was still no son and stood to inherit nothing of real value. The lands belonged to the first born son as tradition dictated, despite the fact that Alysan excelled in all her early studies and showed much promise in diplomacy and languages. Still, she was born to be a lady, not a lord. All through her classes, she would stare out the window at the boys at play or at training, hear of the riches and armies her brothers would command. Every attempt she made at horseplay was quickly quashed by her governesses who forced her into dresses and needlework and dancing rather than the things she truly wanted to know.
Over time, she grew to resent her lot in life. Soon, she stopped resisting her studies and even grew to enjoy some of her classes, but the injustice of never being able to rule, even though she was the obvious shining star of the young Lenocasts, never stopped rankling. Though she loved her siblings, she felt alienated from them - they all seemed to fit into the perfect little nooks her mother had carved for them. All but her.
Voicing her feelings and opinions to anyone always inevitably reached her mother, who was much less compassionate than Alysan would have liked. Her reply was always the same - Aly was to marry wealthy, to be beautiful, to manage her husband's home. If she wanted to rule, then she would rule through her lord husband. That part struck a chord in the girl. It was the obvious solution, the only solution. She would be the best wife any man could ask for and through him, gain the power so cruelly denied her.
The only problem was that at this point in her life, Alysan was a gawky, unattractive thirteen year old. Her other sisters were much lovelier and there were no problems securing suitable matches for them, but every man who looked upon Alysan asked to see the next girl or looked elsewhere for their alliance. She tried to make up for it by being more learned, more interesting, more graceful. The stress was severe and she found that her only refuge was riding and her closest friend, Dariol, a stableboy.
One evening, after riding late, she returned to the stables to find that she had gotten cuts and scratches on her cheeks from the trees. Dariol tended to her, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and told her she was beautiful. She laid with him that night.
The next day, the news was all over the castle. Dariol had been buttering her up for some time, he told everyone, and Alysan had been as fierce a lionness as could be asked, save for her mangy fur. Word reached her father and the stableboy met an accident wherein his head was kicked in by a stallion. To stop word of Alysan's disgrace from reaching too far, Lord Lenocast married her to one of his lesser bannermen, an old, fat man with a notorious preference for those of the male persuasion. The betrayal stung so that it taught Alysan a valuable lesson - never trust.
She and her husband never consummated their marriage, but Aly was forced to say they had to keep their union legal and binding. Three years passed and every day, she grew a little more into her large ears and buck teeth until, eventually, she was lovely. She was seventeen and a woman grown by most standards, but caught in an unhappy marriage. She tried her best to please him, but he wanted her out of sight, except for dinner parties and gatherings. They didn't even ride in the same carriage. How was she supposed to rule from her husband's side if he didn't even wish to speak to her? And his holdings were so pathetic that it didn't even seem worth it.
In a twist of the same fate that so often frowned upon the young lionness, Alysan's husband died of choking on a large piece of swine. They had born no heirs and so the holdings passed to his younger brother who had already taken a wife. Widowed, Aly returned to the Lenocast castle, armed with her newfound beauty and knowledge.
She stayed home for a few months before being shipped to Cear Edon, advertised as a heartbroken maid who had been prisoner to a gluttinous, dishonest man so wily that he had tricked even the great Lord Lenocast. Her earlier trespasses were dismissed as malicious rumors. Alysan was then in the market for marriage once again.
--AOK V.1 & THE YEAR AFTER--
A ball at Cear Edon brought her into the acquaintance of Claude Asard, heir to the Asard castle. With the approval of her father, Aly immediately sunk her claws into him, molding herself to be exactly the woman she thought he wanted. In an effort to further his daughter's schemes, Ersus held a tourney at Cyangat for Claude's benefit.
Claude and Alysan traveled together to Cyangat and found themselves in quite the predicament when her late husband's lover tracked them down and attacked, convinced that Aly had murdered the dead lord. She was struck by poison and would have died had it not been for Claude's rescue. She was healed at a commune and ultimately, the two of them were rescued by her brother, but not before sharing a few intimate moments.
At this point, Alysan realized she had feelings for Claude, feelings that frightened her beyond belief. How could she use a man if she loved him? When they reached the safety of Cyangat, their encounters were icy until they both erupted just after the ball opening the tourney. They slept together that night and Aly was forced to accept that she felt more than she ought.
After that, she became closer to Celeste Asard, Claude's younger sister, hoping to use her friendship with her to put her more into Claude's good graces. While they were enjoying one another's company, Celeste let slip that she was involved with Emerich Valera, the price and Talon. In an attempt to drive a wedge between the houses Asard and Valera, Aly convinced Celeste to pursue a relationship with the prince, knowing well that it would fail.
Then, a rumor began. Aly was unsure of its origin, but soon, everyone was abuzz with the news that Alysan may be with child - out of wedlock. She herself was only just aware that she was late in her monthly cycle, but she was still unconvinced of her own pregnancy. But she was able to twist the rumor to her advantage, pulling a proposal out of Claude.
She was deliriously happy for a time, as happy as she had ever dared to be. And then Claude disappeared. Eian was suspected as he was the last one seen with him, but she had always been quick to believe the best in her younger brother. She refused to believe he had anything to do with it, despite her knowledge of what he had done to Podrick. Aly was despondent. She had been as in love with Claude as she could have been with anyone. Relations between House Asard and House Lenocast were strained - so strained that she lost her tenuous hold on Celeste and was sent home.
Once she returned to Cyangat, she realized that she was indeed pregnant. For a while, she considered keeping the child as her last link to Claude. Then, she realized she was being overly sentimental and romantic. Having a bastard was social suicide and moreover, would saddle her down. Aly ceased her mourning and locked away her emotions. In the dead of the night, she found a priest of dubious repute - very likely a Black Priest - and allowed him to remove her child. The next night, she splashed her covers and nightdress with pig's blood and feigned a miscarriage.
She is still at Cyangat now in recovery, crying herself to sleep only when she is sure no one can hear her.
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