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Author Topic: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa  (Read 1900 times)

Description: Queen. Rose to Opal. Played by phinneas

Offline Maarika Sydan-Harmaa

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Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« on: Mar 20, 13, 08:33:13 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
Nicknames:
Age:  30 (159 PP)
Race:  Short-lived
Caste: Queen
Birth Territory: Glacia
Home Territory: Glacia

Birthright Jewel: cut Rose
Offering Jewel: cut Opal
Appearance


Play By: Elisha Cuthbert
Distinguishing Features:
Maarika is a typical-looking Glacian, though she does have a more-lovely-than-average face. She's the sharp and mean sort of pretty, the kind that pretty much tells you up front that nature was trying to make up for a fairly hideous personality.

Personality



Personality:
Maarika was born one of a set of twins. Identical in appearance only, she and her sister Magdalena could not have been more unlike otherwise. Both girls received light jewels at their birthright, with the potential for dark descent. Magdalena took this as the will of the Mother. Maarika took this as a challenge. She spent the years between her birthright and her offering delving deep into worship of Mother Night. Whether that actually had an effect on the color of her offering jewel or not is anyone's guess. Magdalena received a light jewel at her offering, however, whereas Maarika received a coveted dark jewel.

Thus, she learned early and well that life was not merely to be taken as it was handed out. From the time she was old enough to smile, Maarika has been manipulating people and situations to get what she wants. She has made the most of the assets she's been blessed with, and makes no apologies for using them to accomplish goals. Over the course of her life she has become quite skilled at manipulating people socially, and arranging situations to aid her aims. It has become entertainment for her now, a second-nature past-time that brings her unending amusement. To be a good puppeteer, however, the world must never know how many strings you hold. Maar is perfectly content to let people underestimate her, to see her as merely another pretty face. She's rarely seen to seem not in good spirits; her smiles seem easy and her presence seems genuine and merry. It's all part of the charade, though. Behind closed doors Maarika has a temper to rival any Warlord, and a heart that can run as cold as the Kaarmen peaks.

With such a duplicitous life, it is important to Maarika that she remained internally focused on something faithful and unmoving. Thus, her relationship with Mother Night remains vitally important to her. The mystical connection between Maarika and the land around her helps to keep her focused on the things which are real: Darkness, the land, and the people who serve both. It is through her worship of Darkness and the resultant rites in which she feeds the land that Maarika maintains a feeling of purpose and confidence. Since relocating to Tornio's capitol as its Queen, Maarika has invested a great deal of her time and lifeblood into making sure the physical land thrives there. While Maarika is ambitious she is not extremely so. She enjoys the power she has attained in Tornio and for the moment is content to ply her will towards making the province entrusted to her as plentiful and prosperous as possible. Though she is by no means unaware of how kindly this would reflect on her if successful, her primary focus is not further ascension. At least, not for now. Maarika has spent nearly a decade watching her mother bastardize what it meant to be a caregiver and nurturer where her twin sister was concerned. Now it is Maarika's turn to test her own instincts to nurture and care for those she's been given, and she is determined to perform more effectively than her own mother. This drive to succeed, when coupled with her generous social charms and a darker, personal side that is nearly ruthless, Maari has seen success so far in her efforts.


Likes:

  • Being in control. As a Glacian  who manifested a light jewel at her birthright, Maar learned early that leaving one's fate to chance could have perilous consequences. She feels that it was her determination to willfully move closer to Darkness in her formative years that allowed her to descend to a dark jewel. This taught her that passively accepting what is set before you sometimes yields far, far less than what might be gained by being proactive and taking control of the situation.
  • Pulling off a particularly clever plan. Learning early on that it pays to hedge one's bets, Maar developed an affinity for manipulating people. Now, moving people about is a game to her. It requires a great deal of subtle maneuvering to maintain a happy - and therefore efficiently running - court, and Maari enjoys this aspect of ruling.
  • Making Jon as miserable as possible. Savvy as he is, Jon is less easily manipulated than most of the people around Maar. This frustrates her, and she wastes no opportunity to make him uncomfortable as a result. Her Queen Bond keeps her from truly wishing him dangerous harm, but he has offended her in such a way that she almost instinctively cuts him down whenever able.
Dislikes:

  • Public displays of affection. Maari is a bitter woman, when it comes to love. She feels like the potential she might've had to know real love once upon a time was stolen from her, and she does not expect to find that opportunity again. She has no trouble sating her hungers in private, and can actually be a rather affectionate lover when the mood strikes her. But she despises seeing evidence of love in the people around her in public. She's nowhere near unskilled enough in decorum to make it obvious in public, but few things will sour her mood faster than having to watch people fawn over each other the way that she and Arne used to.
  • Competition. Though Maar will tell anyone she loves a good game, what she really loves is just the winning part. She can be downright childish in this regard, sometimes, though she excels at saving her unsportsmanlike feelings and expressing them in private instead of in public.
  • Her sister's light jewels. Maarika loves her sister the way only a twin can, but she despises the light jewels Magdalena wears and the weaknesses they represent. She cannot bring herself to leave her sister behind, but she all but keeps her hidden away in the manse and rarely admits to even having a sister unless directly asked.
Fears:

  • Jon. But good luck getting her to admit it. She knows that her price for the murder of Arne was steep, and part of her fears that some day he will find a way to circumvent his bond to her and use his much darker jewels against her.
  • Losing her position/station. The worst thing imaginable to Maar is to be a nobody, with no options and no real power. She works very hard to maintain her status and a greedily cultivates useful connections with people in power to help ensure that she won't be completely destitute if she falls out of favor in one way or another.
  • Growing old and unpretty/undesirable. Her sexuality and attractiveness are key tools in her arsenal.
Craft Strengths:

  • Seduction Craft - Maari has been told all her life how pretty she is. She learned early on from her equally-pretty mother that plying feminine wiles can sometimes accomplish things much more discreetly and efficiently than overt displays of power. It's a lesson Maari has never forgotten.
  • Social Craft - Though Glacian society recognizes Maari's Opal as a dark jewel, Maari is nonetheless quite aware of where she falls on the spectrum of sheer jewel power. In a proper court, she'd likely never be the the darkest-jeweled person in the room. Rather than let this relegate her to a life of lesser power, she has opted to perfect the art of drawing powerful people to her side and manipulating their purposes towards her own.
Craft Weaknesses:

  • Power Bolts - Maarika thrives off of subtle gameplay, manipulation and social maneuvering. She's never had a taste for garish displays of power or direct attacks, and her dislike of them has translated into an inability to perform them easily.
  • Witchfire - During her trips to the caves where she would seek the Darkness during her formative years, Maarika used to use witchfire to light her way. At some point, however, she became convinced that this was an affront to the very Darkness she was seeking. She quit allowing herself to light her way with witchfire, and learned instead to navigate the darkened caves by sense and patience alone. This taught her to overcome her youthful fear of dark, small spaces. She has come to love them instead since then. Attempting to use witchfire now only succeeds in reminding her of those nights in the caves and how hard she had to work and pray to descend even to the Rose jewel she was given. This brings her own weaknesses and imperfections too keenly into focus, and destroys her ability to successfully conjure the necessary craft to spawn witchfire.
Life Story

Family:

Mother: Loviisa Sydän (nee Aalto) Rose to Opal witch - deceased
Father: Akseli Sydän, Purple Dusk to Green Warlord - deceased
Siblings: Magdalena Sydän - Rose to Purple Dusk Healer - 29 (twin sister), Jari  - 19 (younger brother)

History:

Maarika was born immediately before her twin sister Magdalena in the 161st year after the Purge, in the Tornio Province of Glacia. Her father, a dark jeweled Warlord, served as one of Glacia's soldiers until his death in battle. Maarika's mother, a Rose-Opal witch, spent her days serving at Court. A son was born to the family a few years later, and though Jari was gregarious and well-loved, he received no jewel as a birthright.

Maarika's mother, Loviisa, was a stern woman with high expectations who set the tone for much of Maarika's development. Loviisa was from a very proud stock, and though she only barely qualified as dark jeweled in Glacian society, you'd never know it by how she carried herself. When she petitioned a healer to help the odds of conceiving twins, it wasn't to increase her chances of having a dark jeweled offspring. In Loviisa's mind, it was to ensure TWO dark-jeweled offspring. For surely with a line as deeply rooted in the darkness as her own and her husband's, Mother Night would see fit to deeply bless any issuance from their blood. Loviisa wasn't even deterred in her faith when her lovely daughters received light jewels at their birthrights. There was room for them to descend as they needed to, and Loviisa was confident that they would.

That only one of them descended to darkness was a constant source of bafflement to Loviisa. Maarika was forced to watch as the sister she felt closer to than anyone in the world was irreparably divided from her in one fell swoop. Magdalena was immediately diminished in her mother's eyes and suffered daily as a result. That the family's next child received no birthright at all was a signal to Maarika that her mother had lost favor with the darkness. Loviisa blamed Magdalena for Jari's failure to receive a birthright, as though the daughter's insufficient descent had cursed the family somehow. Jari remained a part of the family but his mother paid him little mind, treating him as little more than a Landen houseguest rather than the fruit of her own loins. Jari and Maarika both worked hard to distract their mother away from heaping hostility onto Magdalena, though neither of them was fully successful. The abuse worsened over time until Maarika's ascent to the head of her household because of her caste. As she ascended, however, her societal obligations began to mount. She spent more and more time away from home, and was never quick to draw attention back to her home or family, where her secretly beloved sister and jeweless brother remained. Maarika grew quite skilled, in fact, at subtly directing attention and conversation where she wanted. She also grew rather skilled at placing herself in opportune positions at auspicious times. Not the least of examples of this was her appointment as the ward to the then-ruling queen of the Tornio province.

Maarika served faithfully and well, keeping her outward appearance perfectly flawless in the eyes of the court. She was liberal in her time spent in devotion to the Mother, but just as freely gave her time to socializing with those whose favor it was beneficial to cultivate. Her graces in this area won her the attention of a young dark jeweled warlord named Arne Lahti. He was witty and daring and suave and determined, and Maari consented to being courted by him. The two began a quiet but meaningful affair, and Maari, who'd never entertained so much as a serious crush before, found herself dangerously close to falling in love. The two were eventually matched to be wed, and Maarika was thrilled. Arne was not bound to her, specifically, but even that was something Maari adored. That he chose to love her was something quite meaningful to her. 

That made it all the more unfortunate when Arne crossed Jonothan Harmaa, a viciously ambitious Purple-Dusk to Green warlord who cut him down. Jonothan claimed it was a moment of passion following a heated argument that caused him to kill Arne. As a member of Queen Isyviel's second circle, Jonothan was ordered to pay recompense. Maarika wanted nothing to do with the man at first, until the two were introduced. Jonothan found himself bonded to Maarika, and Maarika was no more able to escape the Queen's bond than he. Maarika hated Jon for stealing what she was certain would have been a lifetime of love and happiness from her when he'd killed Arne. Even so, she could not wish him true harm because he belonged to her. Maari was faced with the question of how to make Jonothan pay for what he'd done without truly endangering him.

So she demanded that Jonothan marry her in Arne's place.

It was petty and mean, but the resolution seemed perfect to Maarika. Bound to her as he was, Maarika did not have to fear for her life regardless of how much misery she might inflict on Jon. And marrying him was a way to ensure that Jon never got the chance to find and marry the love of his life, the same end Maarika felt she'd lost when Jon murdered Arne. When asked, Maarika explained that it was a good match and that the blending of the two families would benefit both. Outwardly, the couple are kind and courteous to one another, just as decorum requires. In reality, they share a name and one of their homes, and little else besides a simmering hatred of one another.

Whether it was due to Maarika plying her charms to the Province Queen over the years or something more genuine that the ruling queen saw in Maari was hard to say. However, when the incumbent queen retired from her position two years ago, she named Maarika her successor. This placed Maarika in a position of unusual power for a queen not yet thirty years old, but she rose to the task with apparent grace and poise. It was a year later that Elisif ascended in place of Isyviel to rule Glacia. Aware as everyone else of Isyviel's failing health, Maarika supported Elisif's ascension to the throne.

To prove her loyalty, in fact, Maarika sent her dutiful husband to serve in Vassa at Elisif's court. It was a rather obvious slight against Jon, something that likely wasn't overlooked at Court. Who could really blame Maarika for wanting time to warm to the man who killed her previous love, though? And the fact that he'd so obviously been denied the position of her First Escort didn't bother Maarika in the slightest, either.

This left Maarika to enjoy a mostly peaceful homestead, with her mother's attacks on Magdalena being the only interruption of that. The abuse had resumed and had steadily worsened in spite of Maarika's request and even commands that her mother relent. Eventually, Maarika was forced to choose between her beloved sister's well being and her mother's. Though she knew it was wrong to value a light-jeweled being more than her darker jeweled mother, Maarika nonetheless had Jon ply his dark skills to resolving the issue for her. Sending Loviisa away was not enough to sate her; she pressed Magdalena too far one night too many, and Maarika responded in prideful anger. She has sworn her husband to secrecy, none but Maarika and Jonathon know what really happened to Loviisa. Though there is no law against killing, and as matriarch of the family Maari was within her rights to do what she did, she truly believes that the dark jeweled of Glacia are blessed by Darkness, and those with light jewels are somehow flawed and insufficient. It shames her to have chosen the well-being of a light-jeweled one over her very own mother, one Darkness had clearly blessed.

Rather than have this bias come to light, Maari announced her mother's death after claiming that she'd been approached as Queen by Landens who brought evidence that Loviisa had harmed one of their family. The Landens wished to remain nameless, of course, so that they could return to their lives unharrassed. But in the interest of justice Maari explained that she'd had no choice but to apply the consequences of one of Glacia's oldest tenants to her own mother. Jon was there to stand witness to the fact that Loviisa had confessed her crime before dying, and Maarika played an excellent rendition of a mournful daughter beneath the veneer of a stern and judicious queen. The people of Tornio accepted her great sacrifice, and life went on. Magdalena and Jari were free to continue living under Maari's roof in anonymous peace. Loviisa Sydän was not missed.

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Is there anything else before I go, Dear Wife?

Jonothan stood across the sitting room from her, his cold eyes held to his wife's back. Dear Wife had become something of an honorific between them. It was merely a title, something he could use to address her in place of all of the much less polite titles he'd like to use. It meant nothing, except that it pointed out the emptiness of the words and served as a constant reminder that they were not, in fact, dear to one another at all. She could feel him there, watching her, waiting to be dismissed to complete the request she'd made of him. She knew that the task she'd given him was an unsavory one, but it was not for the sake of his soul that she hesitated. The silence stretched out into seconds, then nearly a full minute, but Maarika said nothing. She was imagining tomorrow, and the tomorrows afterward, trying to see into the coming days to know whether she would regret this moment. She was no Widow, though, and even on her best day she could only guess at what lay wrapped up in those coming webs. Today was not her best day, and even if she'd had the gift of foresight she doubted she'd be able to see much. The haze of rage which lingered from earlier still colored everything in her sight a shade of crimson reminiscent of freshly spilled blood.

She could not speak to answer him. She shook her head and he took his leave. She felt him move away from her, felt him move out into the foyer and then towards the door. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, the weaker parts of herself crying out internally for her to call him back, to stop him. He was leaving, and it would be done! If she didn't call him back now it would be too late, and he would actually go through with this horrible thing! This was madness, was it not? She couldn't really allow him to do this, could she?

But the front door opened and closed and Jonothan left on his black mission, and Maarika did not a thing to stop him.

She tipped back the rest of her drink and walked back over to the bar to pour herself another. She only made it as far as setting her glass down and draping a pale hand 'round the neck of the bottle, though. She stood there silent and pondering for the longest time. Her mind was full of moments pulled from her childhood. She remembered her mother, the way she'd seemed to Maarika back then. Larger than life, more elegant than moonlight, and a force to be reckoned with. Of course, Maarika was much older now and understood that her mother was merely another witch among a sea of witches, completely average in every way. A child's eyes do not see such a wide picture, though, and once upon a time Maarika had been certain that Loviisa could have ruled over every land everywhere, if she'd only wanted. She'd seemed beautiful enough, powerful enough, lovely enough. She'd treated Maarika and Magdalena both with such love and patience, and for many years they'd been perfectly happy.

The offering ceremonies had changed that, of course. Loviisa seemed to take Magdalena's failure to descend to darkness as a personal slight intentionally arranged by the younger twin. While Loviisa continued to lavish affection on her Queen daughter, her light-jeweled sister was all but disowned.

No, worse than disowned. Magdalena would have been better off after her offering to have been orphaned completely. She could have made a life for herself somewhere then, at least. That she remained with the family only meant that she was subjected to what eventually turned into abject abuse at the hands of her mother. Maarika stirred, poured herself a second drink after all, and told herself that the way things were now... they weren't really her fault. This ugly resolution, Jonothan's unpretty task tonight, it was a hand that Loviisa had forced her to play. She was her own flesh and blood, true. Maarika could not deny the loyalty and love that she felt towards her mother. Not even now, on this wretched night.

But it could not compare to the love and loyalty she felt towards Magdalena.

Maarika thought back to the condition in which she'd found her sister tonight, and many nights like it before. Tonight, Magdalena had been hysterical, exhausted, bleeding on the floor in a pile of broken dishes and sobbing about how sorry she was. It'd taken even Maarika, who could usually get through easily to Magdalena when no one else could, nearly an hour to get the woman calmed down and stable again. It was only tonight that Maarika had realized that Loviisa was slowly chipping away at Magdalena's sanity. It wouldn't be long before these episodes would be impossible to assuage. They were already so much worse than they used to be, and despite conversations and requests and warnings and outright commands, Maarika had been unable to deter Loviisa from torturing Magdalena.

Really, Loviisa had done this to herself.

Sort what you're going to say to her. She's not going to be in the best state when I bring her back, Jon had said. Maarika sank into one of the sitting room's overstuffed chairs while she considered that. Too quickly, the hour passed and before Maarika had decided at all what to say, Jon returned with Loviisa Sydän in tow. He spilled her onto the floor of the den, and Maarika raised an aural shield just as Jon released the shields that held Loviisa captive. She was a pitiful sight, a sobbing, mewling mess awash in the dirtied silks of her fine dress. Her hair, always so carefully coifed in those beautiful golden ringlets, was disheveled and unkempt. The color she used to accentuate her regal facial features was smeared and smudged, her eyes reddened and bleeding endless tears. Even now, in a state so much worse than Maarika had ever seen her, she somehow managed to remain heartbreakingly beautiful.

"Mother," Maarika said softly, crouching down near her. A hand went out to pet her hair, as though some kind of sympathy existed inside of the younger woman. Loviisa flinched away at first, so disoriented that she did not understand where she was, or why. Given a second, however, she seemed to recognized Maarika. She wrapped trembling arms around her daughter as though Maarika was the sturdy oak that would save her from being washed away in a torrent of flood waters that only she could see.

Oh, my daughter.. oh, my daughter! He... he..! Loviisa crooned,  devolving into sobs again before she could even speak of what Jonothan had done to her. She didn't need to name the crime, however; Maarika knew full well that Jonothan had shattered her beloved jewels.

"Were I only your daughter, we would not be here, amidst such unpleasantness," Maarika said, quietly, while she petted the distraught woman's hair. "But I am also your Queen, Loviisa."

Loviisa's simpering tapered to a quiet pause, and she lifted her face to look up towards Maarika. Dimly, understanding was beginning to flicker behind those weeping eyes. As it did so, a swirl of emotions vast and varied washed through the woman: confusion, horror, anger, disbelief, fear. Maarika could feel it when Loviisa finally understood the gravity of the situation. Her body slacked and her eyes drifted away, listless and hopeless. She began to cry again, quietly at first.

You... did this... she whimpered, looking down at her powerless hands.

"Well. Technically, Jonathan did this, of course," Maarika pointed out, as casually as though they were discussing the weather or her choice of dress. It was unclear then whether Loviisa was actually registering what was being said then, but Maarika continued anyway. "But it was at my request, yes. Daughter or not, I am your Queen, and you have disobeyed my very simple, very sincere requests of you, again and again. I could have overlooked it, for love of you as my mother. However, in disobeying me you also brought repeated harm to someone I love very much. I cannot allow that to pass any longer without consequence."

She paused, reached a pair of fingers out to touch Loviisa's chin and turn her face back towards Maarika's. Maarika's eyes were calm and chilled, a stark contrast to the harried, emotional, unfocused gaze of the woman before her. For just a moment, when she first turned her mother's head, Loviisa seemed to pull herself together and meet those eyes.

"You will not hurt her again." Maarika's quiet tone brooked no room for argument. Loviisa began to weep again, hardly able to keep her wits about her at all in this state. She sort of crumbled away to the floor, and Maarika watched with a passionless gaze for a second before she rose to standing. She moved a few steps away from the pile of silk and misguided motherhood on her floor, and stopped to rest her hands on the back of a chair. Both Loviisa and Jon were somewhere to her right, but it was to the latter that she spoke next.

"End this," she said softly, though her tone was hard to place as distinctly a command or request. She stood there, her head bowed, and waited for him to comply. When his Green pushed out a shield around Loviisa it drew Maarika's eye aside to watch. Loviisa seemed to simply sink through the floor, and in the blink of an eye, Maarika's mother was gone. Her eyes flicked over to Jon, asking a silent question in the small span of silence it took for Jon to phase Loviisa through the foundation of the building, and deep beneath the earth below it. Maarika's composure held until Jon's glance told her that it was over, that his shield had been retracted and Loviisa was gone. She wasn't sure what she'd expected as far how Jon would kill the woman, but she hadn't expected this. The thought of her buried alive was horrific, and it nearly broke something in Maarika to understand that this very second, the woman who'd given birth to her was being crushed and strangled by the soil itself.

She drew a deep breath, turned instinctively away from Jonothan's sight while her expression surrendered some of the great sorrow that swept over her. She covered her mouth with her hands and closed her eyes and turned her thoughts back towards Magdalena. There was a reason for all this horror, she remembered.

Really, Loviisa had done this to herself.


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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« Reply #1 on: Mar 20, 13, 08:48:53 PM »


I am allowing Phinneas to use my Elisha Cuthbert Graphics Claim.

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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« Reply #2 on: Mar 20, 13, 09:19:07 PM »
Gifting R2B2 with the Rose to Opal jewels I received from Lene during for the Winsol Flash Auction.

So really this is Lene's gift!  ;D




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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« Reply #3 on: Mar 20, 13, 09:27:17 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Rose birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Opal Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« Reply #4 on: Apr 04, 13, 01:28:55 AM »
Ready for review. Tal, if you please?

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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
« Reply #5 on: Apr 07, 13, 07:40:26 PM »
I've completed a review of Maarika and sent my notes to your player account.




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Re-review!
« Reply #6 on: Apr 07, 13, 09:08:41 PM »
Made the changes. Tal, will you take another look please?

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Re: Maarika Sydän-Harmaa
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