Lady Grey Coulbourne

Grey était en train de regarder autour du pilier quand l'étranger a menacé de rappeler Sir Jory, sa voix taquine. Elle s'est évanouie et s'est remise à l'attention, le regardant.
"Vous n'oseriez pas", a-t-elle dit, scandalisé. Mais Grey connaissait l'étincelle dans ses yeux alors qu'il la regardait de haut en bas, connaissait la limace dans sa voix, le frisson de l'excitation qui lui parla d'attirer son attention (qu'elle ait réussi ou non à ce que ce soit une collision corporelle avec lui et qu'elle tombe à l'arrière). Elle connaissait ce jeu. Et oh, comme elle aimait jouer avec. Il était plus vieux qu'elle, clairement. Assez jeune pour être coriace, mais assez mature pour savoir ce qu'il voulait – et beau comme le diable, pour couronner tout ça. C'était le genre de distraction dont elle avait besoin.
S'étirant à sa pleine hauteur (très peu impressionnante), elle leva le menton et donna un reniflement impérieux.
-- Eh bien, si vous devez le savoir, dit-elle, il m'a traqué toute la journée. Il est confus, je crois. Il ne cesse de m'appeler Red Gertrude et insiste pour que j'évalue sa collection de crapauds étrangers." Grey regarda par-dessus son épaule jusqu'à où elle vit Sir Jory se replier, grand et brillant dans son armure. Sa bouche s'est envoûtée dans un sourire dégonflé alors qu'elle imaginait l'expression du pauvre chevalier s'il apprenait jamais son histoire. "Il est inoffensif, j'en suis sûr", a-t-elle dit, se retournant pour regarder l'étranger. Son sourire était toujours sur son visage. "Mais vous comprenez, s'il me montre encore un crapaud, je le jetterai dans son armure." Elle levait un sourcil, son sourire poussait dans les joues. "Restez avec moi? Au cas où il me retrouverait?"
Grey Coulbourne

Revenge has never healed a wound.

◾ Name:
Lady Grey Isadora Dalisini Coulbourne
"Lady Fair"
“Isa"
"Bastard Bearer"
"The Forest Whore"
◾ Age:
19
◾ Gender:
Female
◾ Sexuality:
Bisexual
◾ Origins:
Vaernin Forest
◾ Residence:
In the process of moving to Hyland’s Keep

◾ Joyful ◾ Guileless ◾ Resilient ◾ Impulsive ◾
◾ Personality:
In spite of her name, Grey has always been someone of boundless warmth and joy, never one to love in finite amounts. Her kind, sunny demeanor earned her the affectionate nickname of 'Lady Fair' among the common folk of the forest. But with her kindness comes an eagerness to see and believe in the best in people. Grey is someone unfit for the deception and intrigue of court simply because she's too naive to question other's intentions, and too compassionate to cut someone else down to further her own ends.
Grey is an impulsive adventurer and an incorrigible flirt, finding a game in everything she does. But while she has a reputation as a bit of a rascal, she's surprisingly easy to silence. A raised voice, a stern look, and Grey is still and submissive, too meek to push back. But once it's passed, it's usually not long before Grey is back to her warm, playful ways. What she lacks in force in the face of adversity, she makes up for with sheer resilience.
◾ Role & Career:
Only daughter to Lord and Lady Coulbourne
◾ Hobbies & Interests:
Archery
Exploration
Singing
Dancing
◾ Likes & Dislikes:
+Her daughters
+The outdoors
+Good food
+Good drink
+Good company
+Running
-Isolation
-Selfishness
-Arrogance
-Politics
-Large bodies of water
-Yelling
◾ Other:
A terrible cook, but can tell the quality of individual ingredients based on the taste of a dish
5'2" (157cm)
Never learned how to swim

◾ Family Members:
Lord and Lady Coulbourne – parents
Three trueborn brothers
Linara and Fayne Oak – daughters
Doran Trynne – ex-lover, deceased
Tiras Sky – fiancé
◾ Biography:
Lady Grey Isadora Dalisini Coulbourne was born the second child to Lord and Lady Coulbourne of Vaernin Forest, and their only daughter. Their's was a sternly religious, almost militant household, one that pushed for excellence and discipline, and accepted nothing less than the best. Perhaps this harsh upbringing was what drove Grey to mischief and adventuring, searching for some escape from her regimented home. Too impulsive, too honest, too warm, she was always the black sheep of her well-kept family.
And so, it really should've surprised no one when she gave her heart too easily to a man who didn't deserve it.
Doran Trynne was handsome, charming, and just the right amount of dangerous. And oh, how she loved him for it. He only loved her last name and the feeling it gave him to know that he'd managed to catch her. But Grey couldn't look past her idealism to see that. Predictably, he played with her, used her, and left her, but not before planting seeds of life within her. It was her younger brother Orin who found her crying, curled beneath an oak tree after being missing for two days. Between her tears, Grey whispered the truth to him: she loved Doran, and he was gone. She'd told him of their future child, and he'd left after a thunderous rage. Orin was quiet for a long moment as he looked at her. Then without a word, he helped her to her feet, and escorted her home.
Her parents took the news as well as could be expected. That is to say, not well at all. As they yelled and glowered and bemoaned their luck at having such a disgraceful, foolish daughter, Orin snuck away. It wasn't until three days later, after Doran Trynne had been found dead at a riverbank with an arrow through his chest, that Grey's little brother returned home.
Grey was hidden from sight for nearly a year, but in that time rumor festered through the forest. Lord and Lady Coulbourne carried the disgrace of having a foolish, unmarried mother for a daughter. Scandal stained their name with every whispered name and drunken speculation.
When Grey finally gave birth, it was to two tiny girls, Fayne and Linara. Her parents wanted to abandon them to the forest and let nature take its course. But then Grey did something she'd never done before: she spoke against them. Though by no means an obedient child, Grey had always submitted whenever her parents raised their hackles.
But exhausted and impassioned, Grey finally fought back. And they conceded to allowing the bastard twins to live.
She entrusted her girls to a household servant, Liliana, her oldest friend (and first unrequited crush). Grey gave them enough money to hide away at the far edge of the forest, away from rumor and speculation. The two women exchanged letters weekly, idle gossip mixed with news of the two young girls' daily lives and development. Grey's heart was in a constant flux of crumbling apart and sewing itself back up again. Sadness at being separated warred with the sheer joy of knowing her girls were alive and cared for, and the hope at being with them again.
Then her parents told her that they'd arranged for her to marry one of the Hyland bastards. Grey was to be sent to Corevial to attend the princess' festival with an entourage to represent House Coulbourne, and then from there return with House Hyland to Mount Promonon. The scandal surrounding her had grown too shameful, and even though she showed no hint that she'd been pregnant, even though no one knew of her daughters, her family name could not bear the burden of her mistakes. And so she was to be sent away, to the mountains, and hopefully the forest would forget. Her daughters were not to go with her – if they were seen together it'd only reignite the rumors they were trying to douse.
Grey could weather her family's shame. She could adapt to a marriage with a man she'd never met. But she will not be kept from her daughters.