Post by Jeanne d'Arc on Apr 18, 2016 18:28:53 GMT
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[PTab=Profile] General Details Height / Weight : Th-that's not polite to ask! Source : Historical Context Home Region : France Alignment : Lawful Good Gender : Female Appearance Jeanne is currently possessing the body of a girl named Laeticia. For the most part, she is completely compatible with the spirit of Joan of Arc, however she possesses a much larger bust size than the Saint did in life. Her eyes are dark violet and shimmer in a way that conveys the purity of Jeanne rather well. Though she wasn’t sculpted into perfection like a homunculus might, she is known to possess a beauty that gives off an unnatural feel to it. Her hair is often warn up into a braid when she is either in battle or just casually, though she has been known to let it flow freely from time to time. When in battle, Jeanne decorates either a blue or white dress with several ornaments of armor that cover up the weak spots of her body, as well as a head crest that adorns the front of her hair and acts as a somewhat partial helmet. She will often wear a sheathed La Pucelle as well, but only resorts to actually pulling out the sword if the circumstance calls for it. Personality Jeanne at first comes off as a somewhat airheaded, pure, carefree and righteous individual who can see no wrong in even the worst of people and whose heart is dead set solely on the purposes of God and his teachings. She can be rather clumsy at times, often tripping up on her own philosophies, forgetting to do important work, and usually getting caught up in situations that usually won’t turn out well for her in the end. She is also known to be rather friendly to all those she meets, giving a warm aura of comfort to those she considers close and even going so far as to reach out to her enemies and offer them the same warm joy she’d offer a close one. However, she is also known to be rather stubborn on the other hand, more often than not she is unwilling to take an action that results in the needless harm of another servant or human being. By this extension, she holds her own ideals before the ideals of others and will often only obey commands that would either align with her own goals or benefit her in some way shape or form. Though overall, on the outset, her intentions are all good at heart and she has high belief in those around her, almost as if she were a textbook idealist. However, her carefree and rather childish attitude merely mask the darker reality of what Ruler believes in herself. Her true personality can be seen as rather destructive and almost self-loathing to her own wellbeing, blaming even her own death upon her own actions and never despising anyone for her fate but herself. This has led to several instances of self-resentment from the Saint that clashes with her own usual upbeat and optimistic beliefs she has in everyone else. Holding the beliefs of any classical martyr, she firmly believes that the happiness and joy of others will always proceed her own, and she will do anything to ensure they stay happy at the sacrifice of her own spirit and body. This trait has prevented her from forming any natural enemies aside from herself and those spawned from what she believes to be a result from her own mistakes from the past, Gilles de Rais is a primary example of this. In stark duality with her alter form, she holds a desperately love for everyone deep down, even those that wrong and insult her she will hold an ever loving care for. This derives from the aspect of purity found with the young Saint of Cinders since birth, always believing that nobody is truly evil at heart but is driven there by some vice or wrongdoing. Believing that almost any scar can be healed if it is mended within the right way has driven her conviction as a successful diplomat and somewhat of a charismatic leader. Those who follow her ways see her less as a person, but more of an ideal of purity that seeks to cleanse the world and bring joy into the hearts of others through the teachings of God and her own undying beliefs. To this extent, she was allowed to lead the troops of the uncrowned King Charles during the Lancastrian Phase of the hundred’s year war. Despite her not having any true military experience, nor the same level of Charisma as a king like Artoria Pendragon or Alexander the Great, her enduring faith in her own troops as well as the blessings of God helped push her through to the end. Though she can be rather taciturn, level headed and somewhat aloof when acting out her role as a Ruler class servant on the battlefield, her real personality is rather curious and optimistic in comparison. Often enjoying exploring the new wonders of the modern age as any young girl might and holding a high tone of playfulness when outside of a mission or just taking it easy on her own accord. However, she can be rather shy and impudent to those she doesn’t know very well, though this is more so the fact that she has her own issues opening up to others rather than any real intent of disrespect or dishonor to the said individual. Though her true personality can be seen as the very definition of childish and immature, it is still one that means well and has a pure hearted intent behind it which makes her hard to truly hate. Another significant quality about Jeanne is her undying loyalty to the idea of the Hebrew God and the idea he is truly all loving and all powerful. She never denies the visions he grants upon her and always takes them to heart as the only way to do things. Comically, she may take this too far and believe that God is the solution to any terrible dilemma she might find herself in. Her optimistic and forgiving behavior is often derived from the belief that every evil thing often happens for the idea of a greater good and that to achieve a high standing moral compass, all human beings and creatures alike must brave themselves against the natural and moral evils that plague the world in order to find refinement in themselves. She also firmly believes that nobody is born evil, but rather are driven down the path of evil due to devices that are out of their control. So while Jeanne gets along very well with other servants of the Good alignment, she is still there to provide comfort to those who are aligned as evil as well. Her carefree approach to life is often spotlighted when around those she is close and comfortable with, often enabling the hijinks of other troublesome servants and holding a playful disposition to the majority of people she meets. Though, through Lecticia’s influence, she does have some proiblems withy handling the romantic advances of men and has a tendency to either act completely oblivious to the advances or be taken aback by it completely. She has no regrets during her lifetime and hence she does not seek the grail to make any wishes of her own, rather she seeks to help those with moral and pure hearted desires have their own wishes come true instead. Though if she were to ever have a wish or a desire from the grail, it would not stem from revenge or pure hatred, but rather that anyone who came into possession of such a relic would use it responsibility and their wish would not ultimately bring destruction upon the Earth. Her view of love is also mostly platonic, perhaps due to her pure disposition of her role as a Holy Saint of God, but she can welcome physical intimacy from time to time if the passion and love is genuine. Her ideal lover however is simply someone who thinks to better themselves and desires a journey of soul making with the Saint of Cinders, rather than someone who simply desires Jeanne for her angelic complexion. Despite being a servant, Jeanne still attempts to act human and continues to partake in average day to day activities like sleeping, eating and bathing despite them not being necessary for her as a servant. This is perhaps due to her humble nature and the fact she is still unwilling to accept herself as something that could potentially rival the levels of God. Something she holds dear to her heart is the idea of prayer and religious ritual, believing that every second of prayer is as every bit as important as a breathe of air one must take. Not a single day goes by to which Jeanne will forego her daily thanks and communication to God for all he has done for her and molding her into the virtuous saint she lives as today. The Maid of Orleans Joan was not born to a lord as most heroes might, nor was she raised with a sword in hand or some role she was expected from mankind to fulfill. She was born a peasant around the scent of pigs and lamb as she grew up as the humble young daughter of an old farmer known as Jacques d’Arc. At the age some greater hero such as King Arthur would’ve pulled Caliburn from the stone, Jeanne found her calling in milking cows and dreaming of ideals and romances that seemed forever out of her reach. The only thing that drove the young farmer girl down the path that most heroes before her took was a revelation from a God she hardly even knew of. She wasn’t some learned or devoted Christian like most others that lived in the larger cities of medieval France, nor could she be called a militant ruler before even picking up a sword or banner in her own name. However, God had picked her out of all the others to give a mission to, and she had caught on to his whispers of a need for a savior when no one else could and she responded by throwing away her own selfish desires for the sake of the Lord. For as she lived, she would never take a partner to warm up with at night, nor would she know the feelings of a warm countryside home and hear the laughter of her children. On that day, Joan of Arc was born and the poor farmer girl Jeanne was left to fade out of existence. Jeanne was born amidst the darkness of the Hundred Year’s War that had plagued France for decades, which ravaged Europe over the controversy of who would hold the power. Brother turning against brother, beasts running savage where men once walked, and the idea of Chivalry hanging at the balance as its end approached near. Jeanne knew very well the masses might turn against her, a woman, for taking such a role but for the sake of her lord she would stay an unwavering light amidst this darkness. Having been raised as a peasant girl, Jeanne had never learned how to write, nor was she even capable of reading something like the Bible by herself. At the very least, she learned how to sign her own name but could do little more to learn how to effectively communicate through text. However, she believed that her faith in God was sufficient to prove her devotion to him and that there was no need to read over ancient scripture to achieve such a relationship with God. Gilles de Rais, her comrade and one of her closest and only friends at the time, told her that it would be more than enough. Though history described Jeanne as using particular tactics and strategies that the chivalrous knights at the time would never be forced to use, the reality was somewhat more complicated than that. For Jeanne was known as one of the few Heroic Spirits who had managed to use the Counter Force in order to achieve their great deeds during life. After the war had come to an end, both Gilles de Rais and Jeanne were decorated as heroes by King Charles for their great service on the line and for once again introducing an era of peace and prosperity for the Kingdom of France. Saint of Cinders Joan was sentenced to death at Place du Vieux-Marché in Rouen. Though she was scorned and offended as she made her way to the pyre that would mean her end, Jeanne had long ago abandoned the emotions of fear and distrust, thus she continued on without faltering in her steps. She had been stripped of the cross she had held dear for all of her life and when she went to reach for it, she found only her own dismay in its place. However, an English priest who had revered her had fashioned a cheap wooden one for her instead and though it didn’t seem like much, it was all the comfort the Saint needed in order to go out of this life with joy in her heart. Thanking him as he surrendered to his grief and wept upon his knees, Jeanne obediently laid upon the stake where she was tied up and given her last rites by a priest she hardly knew. Once the torch was tossed onto the fagot pile and Jeanne heard the crackling of fire approaching her, she knew that her life as a meager soldier was over and her Sainthood had begun. As the pyre began to burn off her flesh and turn her bones to ash, Jeanne continued to pray out to the Lord and the Holy Mary for some sign of salvation, but none had come to her during the final hours of her life. Jeanne knew very well that such a fate was to befall her the day she decided to walk down this path of no return, she had forsaken her simple life at the farm and her own selfish pleasures for a greater good. She would not live a long and prosperous life like some heroes of myth did, or die a glorious death that would be remembered as a show of honor throughout the ages, her body was to become nothing but cinders as her soul would ascend to the heavens. She took comfort in the thought of her dying as something far beyond a human, and dying with a pure mind and soul that she would carry with her into sainthood. A smile stayed on her face rom that thought alone as she continued to be burned away, the crowds either crying or damning her was now muted as she accepted her fate. She had no regrets and sought no vengeance, she shut away thoughts of any possible futures and admonished the cruel reality that had surrounded her since she took this path. They were all meaningless through her prayers, even if all others would condemn her, she would never betray herself or her fate before the end. All she wished for now was a silent rest and held but a single prayer within her heart. As she took one final look up to the sky before the fire burned away at her eyes as well, she merely uttered the words “….O Lord, I give myself to You….” and then the Maid of Orleans was no more, and she would no longer know suffering from that day onward. Her death caused Gilles de Rais’s insanity and by extension, the birth of her alternate form which would embody the opposite ideals of Jeanne and all that was good and holy about her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
