Gwendolyn Belmonte [Gladiolus]

MY NAME IS GWENDOLYN BELMONTE, AND MY AFFINITY IS WATER. MY SECONDARY ELEMENTAL IS LIGHTNING. I AM WayTooSexual AND I AM PLAYED BY RAZZLE.

+ Intelligent, Thoughtful, Cunning, Brave, Ambitious, Strategic, Humorous, Charming

- Promiscuous, Short Tempered, Saucy, Rash, Daring, Rebellious, Devious, Secretive



There once was a King and Queen who ruled their empire happily side by side. Actually, they still ruled the empire, and were still happy except that they longed for the laughter of children. First the queen gave birth to a baby girl that was said to have the complexion of an angel. Well, that was rather ridiculous to say because no one has ever seen an actual angel, but you get the point. Royal butt-kissing subjects said her baby was pretty, and would grow pretty enough to please many desiring suitors. So the king and queen were delighted with their blossoming baby girl, and many more children after her.

The little girl they named Gwendolyn, a fancy name, who was filled with life as she ran about the castle. The inhabitants of the castle adored the young girl, who wouldn’t it’s a fricken baby, and her younger brother protected her like a gem. By the age of five she had grown into a fair looking child, having the favored blonde hair and blue eyes package. At that time she was old enough to begin her training as a young lady, sitting straight, drinking tea all while wearing the sweetest of smiles. Gwen was good at it at first, wanting to please her mother like many children, but she was never really happy with learning to be a lady. She wanted to run outside, and play with the other children that had been the offspring of her parent’s high class friends. One girl in particular had been her first, closest friend since she was old enough to talk with others. Her name had been Quill with a nature as high spirited as Gwen’s. Growing up they beat each other with wooden sticks, pretending to duel like swordsmen, and they shared their closest secrets. Not that five year olds really had any good secrets beyond, “Today I saw little jimmy peeing in a bush!”

Anyway, as the two girls grew older their knowledge expanded as well as their secrets. Quill told her of the poor, and how unfairly they were treated. She told her that her mother did not like to hear her talk about it, and how they both were meant for the alter, to be wed off to strange men. It was frightening the things Quill told her, but Gwen trusted her, believed her to the point that a rebellious fire began to rage in her chest. When she confronted her mother about the subjects she received scornful looks, and stern speeches about how it was her duty to wed, or how the poor were only poor because they were born into it. It made very little sense as to why she could not help the less fortunate when they had so much wealth? Afterwards life began to get a little tougher for the girl, being forced into more princess training. Gwen loathed the stupid lessons to the point where she would run off when her mother scolded her for errors. To the princess the training made her feel fake, like putting on a mask so that all people could see was a smiling, porcelain face. But, no one understood why she was so unhappy, no one but Quill.

As her behavior grew worse her visits with Quill grew very little to the point where she would see her only once a month. She supposed her mother had tried her best to prevent the two from fueling each other’s rebellious ideas. During that time Gwen’s mother had acquired her obedience accompanied with a bitter sorrow. Without her friend she felt more like a puppet whose strings were pulled by the queen. Her commands were carried out with ease. Bow your head, sit straight, smile, don’t frown, don’t cry, smile. The loneliness had eaten away at her being, and Gwen suffered with each passing day.

One afternoon the queen requested Gwen to join her for tea with the other ladies of the court. The poor girl, now at the age of 13, joined them with a silent smile. She listened to them speak about the usual frivolous things mothers spoke about to each other. “Look how darling my daughter has grown, and oh my daughter sings like a dove!” They ranted on about their children until they spoke about her old childhood friend. Gwen was surprised to hear of Quills admittance into the Navy, but even more sad to hear of how she will never get to see her again. The Queen was pleased with this piece of news, and turned to speak to her daughter, “Excellent, now my Gwen can find a formidable suitor with no distractions, right dear?” Gwen forced a sugary smile on her lips, uttering a bitter reply,” Oh yes! I can only dream of what chauvinistic old pig I will have to share my bed with once you sell me off like a common wench. Tell me, what is my price mother? How much am I worth?” As to be expected, her mother gasped in horror along with the other ladies. Gwen had finally reached her breaking point. The princess then fled the room, tossing aside any desire to please her mother or to become the princess she was expected to be.

Although, once the girl turned 16 she had seemingly mellowed out, and behaved once more. The queen had thought that perhaps hormones had soothed her temper, but that was not the case. The royal blacksmith had a slave, a strapping young lad at the age of 18 who Gwen had come to fancy. When she could slip away she would go to him, begging for lessons in sword fighting or blacksmithing. It wasn’t a trade a princess should concern herself with, but Gwen had come to love it. At first she could hardly hold a hammer or a sword, yet after a couple years the muscles in her arm grew strong so that when her hammer struck the metal it sang. Unfortunately, smithing wasn’t the only thing she fell in love with. Like every foolish girl at the age of 18 she wanted to marry Ciroc, the blacksmiths boy. They told each other secrets, much better then little kid secrets, that they had not mentioned to anyone. Ciroc told her of the cruelty he suffered under his master. How he was physically abused with hot irons, or of how his mother was taken away from him when he was very young. Gwen had never known the mistreatment they suffered, and it infuriated her that slaves had been treated like mere animals. It had vaguely reminded her of how Quill used to mention the poor. It was an injustice she wished to fix since she was princess, but her secret had been despite her royal title she had very little power. They talked, plotted an escape so that in three days’ time they would slip out of the city in the dead of night. Ciroc longed to be free, and Gwen had promised that she would grant his freedom.

The queen eventually noticed the princess’s disappearances; the rough callouses on her hands and the stains on her dresses that were not from casual play. She knew Gwen had become overly fond of the slave and in an attempt to save her daughter from marrying poor, or rather to save the family from embarrassment, she sold the blacksmiths slave away to a trader in Azul. After that the princess was crushed. It had taken days before her family had been able to yank her out of her room. It had taken even longer, months, before she would stop sobbing. After the sorrow left only bitter anger replaced it, then righteous anger. She could not save the blacksmiths boy from slavery, but nothing was going to stop her from saving the others in the castle. Expensive items in the castle went missing, and soon after slaves went missing as well. The girls who dressed her vanished and the Halfling boys who worked the stables left without a trace. The queen found Gwens jewel box empty, or her best gowns had disappeared. It was obvious that the princess had been helping them run off with a considerable amount of money so that they could start a new life.

At the age of 20 it was time for the princess to make public appearances to dazzle her suitors, ones that her mother had chosen for her. The first one she had met at a royal ball, he was handsome, yet greedy with a crooked smile. Gwen didn’t favor him too much, although, he hadn’t liked her too much either when he caught her locking lips with another man in the corner of the ballroom. The suitor ranted and raved to the king, telling them how his daughter was nothing more than a sneaky whore. News spread about the drama, and Gwendolyn turned into quite the scandalous princess. One after another the queens chosen husbands left in complete rage. Some of her fiancé’s didn’t care much for her honour, and those tended to be the hardest to drive off. So Gwen used her short temper to throw tantrums in front of them. She’d hurl chairs into walls, smash vases, rip apart furniture until the men saw the extent of her foul nature. At one point, when one was more enduring than the others, she punched her fiancé square in the face to drive him off. It worked, but in response her family locked her in her room for weeks until she paid for the trouble she caused.

The princess drank too much, partied too late, and had taken to the shadows with different men. Her old friends scoffed at her, but the new ones encouraged her to rebel. So to prevent herself from being sold off as her mother’s prize winning steer she sank into promiscuity, and devilish deeds. Slaves still went missing as well as many objects that the royal house owned while Gwen paraded around as the scandalous princess of the empire. Gwendolyn swore to herself that she would stop at nothing to gain her own freedom so that she could eventually bring an end to the slave trade.



Likes:
+ Smithing
+ Flirting
+ Helping those in need
+ Causing trouble
+ Drinking
+ Reading
+ Partying
+ Dancing
+ Practicing with her sword

Dislikes
- Arranged Marriages
- Being bossed around
- Slavery
- Failing
- Losing those close to her
- Being alone
- Her mother and Father (king And Queen)
- Hangovers
- The royal court