Lady Michala Harran

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Character Basics
Name: Lady Michala Liln Harran
Alias(es)/Nickname(s): Kayla
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Race: Human
Status/Title: Lady
Affiliation: For Telmar!

Character Appearance
Hair: Deep, brown-black hair
Eyes: Brown
Distinguishing marks: None
Portrayal: Ellen Page

Character Personality
Likes:
- Fancy foods
- Being heard
- Being right
- Great parties
- Doing nothing
Dislikes:
- Being cold
- Being ignored because she?s female/young/whatever
- Being underestimated
- Large wild creatures such as bears, wolves... she'd hate lions too if she thought they existed.
- Great bodies of water
Strengths:
- Ordering people around
- Logical thinking
- Persuasive
- Matchmaking
- Scheming
Weaknesses:
- Patience
- Too stubborn
- Proud
- Arrogant
- Rather lazy

General Personality: Michala Harran is not generally a difficult person to figure out. She is a typical Telmarine lady; arrogant, proud, and really quite demanding. Having been raised always getting what she wants, she knows that with a little pleading, maybe a tear or two, she?ll manage to get her way. She is quite lovely and knows it; she fishes for compliments and in the odd case she does not receive them, she?ll simply give them to herself. Michala knows she?s left a trail of disappointed men; her father has been approached several times for her hand though at her demanding, he has turned every offer down. She has her sights set high ? far higher than a mere lord. As a girl, she?d fostered fancies of marrying the Prince but since his escape and rebellion she?s quite given up that idea. She now hopes to wed a prince from another country, Archenland, perhaps ? though she can not comprehend that few would actually wish to marry her, so spoilt and disagreeable is she.

She has a scheming, manipulative side to her that concerns her parents. While she knows how to win her desires with the batting of eyelashes and sweet words, that is not all she is capable of. She has her parents and several male suitors wrapped around her little finger, but when the time calls for it, she can play a whole lot harder. Michala is good with mind games and knows how to convince people of things they were very much against to begin with. They haven?t a clue she was doing it either, until she walks away with what she had wanted and leaves them scratching their heads in confusion. Part of her manipulative nature comes in the form of matchmaking ? she has set up a good many friends with suitors far beyond their social status. She takes great amusement in such affairs ? once, just to baffle everyone, she succeeded in setting up one of the maids with a, albeit lesser, Lord.

Beneath her calculating, dry exterior, lurks a girl rarely drawn forth. For, just like anyone, Michala has a little bit of good in her too. She can, at times, feel compassion for the suffering. When she was younger, she would bring wounded animals ? creatures that the hunters had forgotten or left behind ? in without her parent?s knowledge and attempt to nurse them back to health before releasing them out into the wild again. Granted, she only brought in the little ones, things such as squirrels, mice, rabbits and birds because they were smaller than her and, in her opinion, could do her no harm. It is not certain whether she caused more harm then help, but she was doing her best. She also had a great love for her brother; his death brought out a deep bitterness in her that surprised even her closest of friends. She would have given anything for her older brother, Peridan.

Character History
Parents: Lord Thespian Harran [47] and Lady Rosalyn Harran
Siblings: Sir Peridan Harran [20]

General History: The second child born to Lord Thespian Harran and Lady Rosalyn Harran, Michala grew up always overshadowed by her brother. He was the son, she was a mere daughter, a girl that they hadn?t really wanted but had gotten anyway. Nevertheless, this did not stop her from growing up with great respect and adoration for her older brother, Peridan. He took pity on her and defended her, took care of her, and treasured her. He took her places, showed her off, and made sure that she was accepted into only the best social circles. It was only because of him that she had any hope of marrying well ? her parents did little to further her status, they cared only about their son.

Her childhood was filled with great fun; lavish parties, many friends, socializing and more toys and dolls than she could ever actually play with. Despite the fact that her parents weren?t completely thrilled with having her, they still spoilt her, as though that would free them from having to grant her any of their attention. She didn?t really mind the fact that they were never around; she had her brother and she didn?t really want any more than that. Life was one, great big never ending party and Michala loved it all. She never thought about the future, never had to worry about anything.

As she grew, she began to realize more and more the opportunities that awaited her. She could go abroad, travelling to Archenland or touring Narnia, she could wed any one of the many men who were already making their intentions known. She waited, wondering what Peridan might suggest for she valued his opinion, and his opinion only. The constant attention, both from her brother and from the others at court, was more than enough to give her quite the ego and she quickly grew good at manipulating people to do as she pleased, or give her what she wanted. It was around the age of fourteen that she found a great interest in matchmaking, pairing together the most unlikely of couples just to get a good laugh. She also hoped for her own good match, daring to think she could convince an arrangement with the Prince of Narnia ? though she had not yet mentioned the idea to anyone.

It was only a week before her sixteenth birthday when her brother joined Miraz?s army, to squelch the uprising. At first, she knew not that it was the Prince Caspian himself leading the rebellion, hearing merely that ?Old Narnians? were to blame. When she heard that the Prince played such a crucial role, she reluctantly let go of her plan to convince him to wed. Why should she want to marry a traitor? He?d hardly be prince any longer. Continuing with life as it once had been, Michala waited eagerly for her brother to return from war so she might share with him all the happenings of court that he had missed.

But her brother did not return. Only a few weeks into the rebellion, her parents received word that he had been one of only a few who had died in a surprise attack. They were told to feel honoured that their son had died so nobly, defending his country, and her parents did. Michala, on the other hand, was outraged. How dare the traitor, formally Prince, take her brother?s life? Had her family not done enough for his? She could not understand why he would wish to rebel to begin with, but her brother had been an acquaintance of the Prince?s and she felt it was unjust that he had been killed. Positively enraged and in a fit of anger, Michala stole old clothing from one of the servants and had her horse readied. Setting off to join the fight and avenge her brother?s death, she wrongly assumed they wouldn?t realize that she was female.

She had been in the camp hardly five minutes when someone stopped her and told her to go home, but she refused. She was taken to Miraz who, after much deliberation, decided that she could stay though she would not be allowed to fight. She could assist in the efforts of keeping the men fed and clothed; in fact, she had no choice, and would be more of an entertainment than anything else. Of course she protested this, but she was given no option and she is currently residing at the camp, wishing she had never come.

Other/Notes: She is the first cousin of Sir Darrin Basilar; her mother and his father are brothers.

Sample
RP Sample: [Used in my other Character Apps]

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Dinner was late. Why was dinner late? Caspian scowled and folded his arms across his chest. He was but four years old and already he knew that whatever he wanted would be given to him. His father had said so! Then where was dinner? He was hungry!

Jumping up from his seat on the pile of cushions, Caspian stomped over to the grand door and reached for the handle. He was not quite tall enough and this set him off in anger. ?I want something to eat!? He screamed at the top of his lungs, banging on the wooden door with his clenched little fists. ?Give me something to eat, or I will have my father ??

The door swung open, knocking Caspian over in the process. As he struggled to pull himself to his feet, face beet red, he glared at the young woman who had entered without even knocking. ?How dare you? I will make sure my father ??

?Your father is dead,? she said coldly, grabbing Caspian?s hand and pulled him down the hall.

Her words rang in his ears. Your father is dead? Surely she had to be lying! His father could not be dead! He was the King of Narnia! He turned his little head up to watch her, his feet barely making contact with the floor as she dragged him along. She did not stop to greet any of the passing nobles, did not nod in acknowledgement of anyone. Caspian knew that if his father saw her so disagreeable, she would be punished sorely.

A tiny smile crossed Caspian?s face as he was pulled along down the hall. Oh the trouble this maid would be in when his father saw her dragging him down the hall like that! They approached the throne room and his grin widened ever more. Soon, soon she would see that his father was not dead. Could not be dead!

?King Miraz,? the woman said, dragging Caspian to the foot of the throne before dropping him there and curtsying. ?Your brother?s son, the royal Prince Caspian the tenth.?

?There now, child,? Miraz said, his voice cool and calculating. ?Do not fret. We shall grieve together, you and I.?

?My father is not dead,? Caspian said stubbornly, crossing his arms as he glanced around the room. Surely he would appear shortly? He would never let his only son be tormented like this, treated so horribly. First he had been lied to, then dragged down the hall like a common servant and now her was his uncle, sitting in his father?s throne! The audacity of it all!

?Silly boy, your father is, indeed dead. Must you see the body to believe? I am king now, and your lovely aunt is our Queen.?

Caspian?s eyes widened as he continued to look around, his gaze becoming frantic. ?No! No! My father is king! My mother, where is my mother??

?Dead too, child, now then servant, would you take the boy back to his chambers? He must be tired.?

Caspian pried his hand away from the woman?s firm grasp and shook his head. ?No! I am not tired! I am hungry! And I want my father!? Stepping away from the new King and his wife, Caspian turned and bolted from the room, sobs shaking his little body. Bolting down the hall, nearly blinded by the torrent of tears, Caspian slid into his room with little thought about what he knocked over. This was not supposed to be happening; his father was not supposed to be dead!

Sliding under his bed, Caspian curled up in a little ball and sobbed, sobbed his heart out until he could sob no more. And when he had finished, he did not crawl out from under the bed. Instead, he lay silently, his hands tightly over his ears to block out the world, block out the mourning of those who had learned of the king's passing. He wanted someone to come and find him, to pull him out from under the large bed and hold him tightly. He wanted someone to whisper soft assurances to him. But no one came; it was hours before Caspian climbed out and stretched out on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs for food and toys.

He would never forget that day.