I am Verity the Royal, and I was given this name because I was born to the Royal House of Rosehart. My people have deep roots in this land that extend far back in time and precede the founding of even this current royal family. However, dynasties rise, and they fall; they conquer and are conquered. Such it was for Rosehart.
I was born a Human, and I stand 5 feet, 2 inches tall with a muscular body. I have long black hair with round blue eyes. My "Snow White" appearance in general makes me unique.
I see myself as one who follows her own good intentions and intuition. I want to improve myself and my situation by first learning to defend myself and then by advanced learning in various fields. Being well-rounded is my goal. I generally view alliances as shifting but necessary. It is imperative to have one or two trusted friends, however, above all else.
Though my family be of royal blood, the House of Rosehart doth bear a terrible secret: a bastard line that sprang from my great-grandmother's womb. Theadosia was a kindly woman, perhaps too kind and good for her husband, Theograr of Rosehart. My mother told me he often mistreated her and was cruel in front of guests, leaving her humiliated at every turn. One day she found comfort in the strong arms of Ilhan, her Master-of-Horse. From this indiscretion was born the bastard branch of Rosehart called Fitzrose.
The line proceeds as follows: Theadosia & Ilhan-> Aurania Fitzrose, a daughter, who married Orrin, royal cook-> Shima Fitzrose, a daughter, who married Geiffer, a cobbler-> 6 children, all girls, including one Tamsin. Though she be widely known now as a harlot and madam-in-training, she is indeed a Fitzrose and thusly, my cousin. I depend upon Tamsin to tell me things I might not learn in polite society, and together we are a formidable pair.
The Beauty of Lady Fluke
Lady Fluke, thy golden hair
Is a crown beyond compare.
Thine eyes, so round and sparkling,
Have set the town crier to harkening-
"Hear ye, hear ye of mi'lady's dark eyes,
Black diamonds which cause my heart to capsize."
Deity of Verity
Oh Laetitia, Goddess of Freedom and Joy, how I long to be worthy of Your favor! The pink light shining at the dawn of a new day is Your symbol and gives hope to all. I will arise with the reborn sun in honor of You--I will show my devotion by singing and praising You each dawn. Please accept and aid me, Holy Laetitia!.
Worship of Laetitia
Oh Beloved Queen of the Free and Joyful, grant me favor in my quest. I wish to strengthen my body in order to better protect Your interests. And I wish to develop my skills to better serve You and bring You joy. I am on a path certain to be long and dangerous, oh Beloved Laetitia. Please grant me your blessings!.
Reflections on your father
Theorl Rosehart is my father, for which I will always be grateful. For many years growing up I heard very little of him, as he had ventured west to command our troops. My father was brave and well-trained but not as hardy as he should've been at the time. He fell prisoner to a great horde of goblins and saw many of his closest associates maimed and tortured. All men who were simple soldiers were slaughtered; only a handful of officers and commanders remained. They spent more than two winters in this place, plotting and planning a way out.
Laetitia, Goddess of Freedom, thankfully, hath always smiled upon the House of Rosehart, and so, he made his escape, along with his comrades. With little to protect from the elements and no war horse to guide him, as his great Leander had been stolen by foul Orcs, my father's journey home was long and weary. A couple of the men perished of hunger or cold. By the time they arrived back home, their clothes were in tatters, their feet and faces scarred, and their spirits were low.
I was still young, maybe twelve, when he returned from this ordeal, and I remember his gaunt face and dirty hands. I had never seen anyone in my close relations look so, and it terrified me. But as soon as he saw us children, his eyes lit up and his smile returned, and he was my brave, familiar father again. We all three of us ran into his arms--I never wanted to let go.