Isabella Fontenot nee Fitzwulf
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Character Name: Isabella Fontenot nee Fitzwulf
Character Age: 42
Birthday (including year): April 15, 198
Current Location: Belleile, Forsilvra
House: By birth, Fitzwulf. By marriage, Fontenot.
The Fitzwulf Family came from The Vandermark, having been forced out for being too savage, uncontrollable and war-like, and deposed the rulers of Westerland in a violent and savage coup, and immediately set about turning the region into a powerhouse. These days, the Fitzwulf Family are the most powerful in The League of Arbrecht.
Their traits are golden hair, high degrees of military training, rash decisions and a subtle ruthlessness that rarely shines through, until the last moment.. The Patriarch, William Fitzwulf, died two years ago - having conquered Westerland's greatest rival and brought together Arbrecht into a semi-united League.
The Family reputation is one of brutality and savagery, but upfront honesty. If a Fitzwulf has a bone to pick with you, you'll be the first to know. It's coffers are moderate; the war with Heldenbrecht cost them dearly, but the acquisition and sale of many fine treasures and artifacts from the conquered lands were well-placed to buoy this up, erasing the war debt. It's colours are black and gold, it's sigil is the golden wolf rampant, and it's motto is 'By Sword and Strife', but a more widely known saying is 'A Fitzwulf gives but one chance', referencing the House policy of offering a defeated foe peace before crushing them utterly. A Fitzwulf typically is a warrior first and a diplomat second, and are rather rough in comparison to most. Instead of the Arts or Music, the sons learn strategy and tending to armour and weapons.
They have a great and longlasting alliance with the ruling family of Mier, often allowing the accounts of their foes to be mysteriously frozen, and regularly marry into the ruling families of The Vandermark and Forsilvra Island. Originally descended from the DeLauncey's, the Fitzwulfs were exiled as too barbaric, but still maintain relations with their progenitors - though they regard them as foppish and weak. They are close friends and allies with the Prothero Family, having sheltered them during the occupation of Lacharn. It has a rivalry with the Harcourts, having stranded their armies in a pass during The War of Heldenbrecht and forced them to retreat. For a province family, it's armies are large, fresh off the conquest of it's territories, and now grow hungry for fresh battle. A third of their forces are highly trained professional soldiers, drawn from their bannermen - most are Knights, with a few mercenaries here and there. The other two thirds are the Fyrd Milice - volunteer soldiers drawn into warbands from across the kingdom. Some can be highly effective, but most are poorly equipped and trained, but with high morale. These are led by Named Men - prestigious soldiers who have performed great deeds and replaced their surnames with something to the effect of 'Tancred Blacksword', or a prefix 'Daggereye Harold'. Named Men can only be appointed by commoners.
Player Base: Cate Blanchett
As a young girl, Isabella Fitzwulf had been obstinate, unyeilding and uncompromising. As a grown woman, she was still all these things, but perhaps a bit wiser. With a temper like hers, blind to reason and quick to light, aquiring wisdom is a necessity for survival. Still, though, that is not to say that Isabella has lost any of her venom. Frank and pitiless, she often has no hold over her tongue when in a rage and her anger can cut like a knife even in words. Thus, dealing with Isabella is never for the faint hearted. If you have a low sense of self, then she is likely to break you.
But, of course, no one can be citric all the time. Isabella is almost an entirely different person when it comes to her children. Caring and affectionate while being protective and firm, she is the very epitome of a she-wolf with her young. Luckily for their family, Isabella and her husband were of one mind when it came to raising their son and daughter. She was never overly indulgent or overly strict with her children. Although, it has to be said, he was the softer of the two while she was the one unaffraid of being the disciplinarian. This is also true of how Isabella raised her brother-in-law's children when they were orphaned. For Isabella, mothering is her true purpose and all other matters fall on the wayside when family matters are on the line.
A fierce wolf, Isabella holds Fitzwulf loyalty as one of her highest priorities. Though she may have married into the royal family and taken their name, she still considers herself a Fitzwulf. As evidenced by her life, Isabella has not always agreed with the demands of the family patriarch. But disagree as she might, she will always make the necessary sacrifices when duty compells her too.
Isabella has always had an overwhelming need to prove her self to prove her worth to herself as well as to others. This may have tamed with time, but it has never truly disappeared. Perhaps it was she was born away from the shores of her family's ancestral home. Isabella's father and brother always considered her more of a DeLauncey than a Fitzwulf. And though this was far from true (as she was a Fitzwulf through and through, from her loyalties to her temperament) it prompted her to strive throughout her life to exceed the meager expectations her family had set out for her.
Isabella has a thrist for knowledge that can match her vile temper. Her favorite books were that about the victories of her ancestors. Battles of the past thrilled her, but not as much as knowing how such glories were won. This sharpened Isabella's mind and it can be said that her judgement is sound, something both Stephane and William came to trust.
Less than proper at first, she was sent to The Hollows often in her childhood to inculcate what her mother considered to be "a civilized constutition." At first of course, Isabella was very resentful and reluctant towards it. In her current age, she is no longer ashamed to admit that it did help her. There was a time whens he thought that being a lady would lessen her merit as a Fitzwulf, making true what the men in her family thought her to be. But there came a point when she realized that men and women have different roles to play in life. Men were meant to battle with swords, but it was in women where they found the strength to hold it. Lords depended on their ladies for a sense of support and belief that enabled them to do the great things they set out to do. Of course, it was not to say that men had the monopoly on greatness, but many women found it in the amount of trust and influence they had over the men who'd once deemed to control their lives. For example, she may have often disagreed with William, she never publicly opposed his decisions, rather Isabella counciled him in private and did her best to keep calm and make him see reason. In time, her success rate blossomed. The same went for her influence over Stephane. She would not go so far as to say she was one of his prime concilors, but whenever he had problems plaguing his mind or a great matter he wished to discuss with her, he knew that she was open to listen and would give her help as best as she could.
Unlike her other siblings, who were all born in Westerland, Isabella Fitzwulf was born in the heart of The Vandermark. Her mother was a DeLauncey cousin and had been her relatives at The Hollows when she felt her waterbreak and her child struggle to break free of her mother's womb. Isabella, a creature of her own time and temperment, had surprised her mother by coming out two months before the expected delivery date. Born frail and delicate, but with a strong spirt, she'd given her mother a hard time at her birth, but in the end it all went well. Both mother and daughter came out of it alive and Isabella was born the fourth child and the first daughter to Robert Fitzwulf and Augustine DeLauncey.
It took months before Augustine was well enough to travel back home and thus, Isabella had known The Vandermark before she even discovered her home. Perhaps this was why Robert had always considered his daughter more of a DeLauncey than a Fitzwulf. Then again, such opinions could also simply stem from the fact that she'd been born a woman, not a man, and thus was not as strong as a Fitzwulf should be. Robert could not have been more wrong.
Isabella grew up willful and opinionated. Taking after her family's traits of ardent determination and more-than-occassional stubbornness, she did not live up the expectations of her sex, rather she strived to exceed them. Knowing that her father thought her a weak woman only drove her with the desire to prove herself equal to her brothers. Though she did not have the physical faculties of a great warrior like William and Thomas, she compensated by learning strategy from centuries of battle records in their family archives. This, of course, displeased Robert in more than one way because his daughter was acting more like a spoiled boy (in his opinion) than a refined woman, so he agreed to his wife's request to send Isabella off to The Hollows from time to time so that she might learn the refinements of young ladies. She was, after all, his first daughter. She was meant to marry into a good family and be some wealthy lord's prize. What man would want to marry the wild child that constantly talked back to her father and brothers, and tried her best to break free from a mold she was meant to epitomize?
In the end, Isabella had no choice but to comply. It was the fate all women suffered at the hands of the men who kept them. And it would be the last decision Robert would ever impose upon her. It was the last decision he would ever make with the semblance of a sane mind for after that, he would begin to spiral down completely and William would take the reigns of the family in his stead.
She was eight when they set her there for the first time. She lived in The Hallows with her mother's family and their ruling cousins. She endured their company, lived under their roof, but counted the days of when she could finally go back home. It would only be a month to three every year, but it felt like decades because of her home sickness. She missed her family - the mother who wanted her to become some lord's treasured wife, the father who could not see her for what she was, the brothers she could never agree with and the sister who never grew accustomed to the harsh traditions of their heritage.
But there were certain comforts that kept her from truly being miserable during her times there. Sneaking out of the Keep and riding out without guards or feminine convention. Reading through the vast library the DeLauncey's kept. And Julius.
He was an odd boy. Odd to Isabella, at least, for he certainly not what the Fitzwulfs considered ideal for a boy his age. He could use a sword well enough, but he prefered scholarship and stories as opposed to the art of war. But despite all this, Isabella took to him remarkably. They were different, and yet they got on as only the oldest friends could. When he wasn't in the library, he would play with her, and when he was, she would follow him there and listen in secret as his lessons were being taught.
At the age of ten, he went away to Forsilvra to become a scholar and Isabella saw her little friend less and less. More often than not, his times at home did not coincide with her visits and their only communication became letters passed two and fro. It was evidence of his growing accomplishment for with every letter, his speech became more refined, his penmanship improved and his wit sharpened. Isabella did all she could to keep up with him, and it surprised many a person when she actually met the challenge.
In the rare moment that their visits did meet up, they would spend their almost always in each other's company. Talking, laughing, riding out, reading, or simply sitting with each other doing next to nothing. This isn't to say that they agreed all the time. Of course, Isabella's argumentative nature made certain that there would be more than a few fights in the mix, but it was nothing that their friendship could not withstand.
To this day, Isabella can not pinpoint the exact moment when she realized she loved Julius. She denied it well enough. She never admitted it outright, but it was there - an unspoken truth between the two of them.
By the age of twenty-two, Isabella thanked the miracle that kept William from marrying her off to some man out of her preference. By that time, he was too busy with his wars to bother about the match he had to make for his sister, and thus the task had fallen upon their mother to find someone suitable for her eldest daughter. In her heart. Augustine had always wanted Isabella to marry a DeLauncey (perhaps even be the reasoning why she sent her there so often), and when Julius asked for her hand in marriage, there were no obstacles whatsoever that prevented them from being engaged.
The first months of their engagement were spent at a distance, what with Isabella remaining in Westerland while Julius continued with his duties as the House Scholar's apprentice. But in due time, Augustine made arrangements to send Isabella to the capital so that she could be properly introduced as his betrothed. Isabella disliked Forsilvra well enough, but the thought of seeing Julius again was the salve that eased that worry. True enough it did. His company was something letters could not compensate for and this she reveled in it.
Isabella had spent a month in Belleile before coming back to Westerland. Little did she know that circumstances beyond her control had unfolded that would lead her brother to greet her, not with warm welcome, but with news that she was no longer to marry Julius DeLauncey. Rather, she was now engaged to Stephane Fontenot, the king's son.
She'd barely met that man! Whatever time she'd spent with him was always in the presence of a crowd. She'd never spoken to him beyond plesantries or ever felt anything of his supposed "admiration" towards her but now she was supposed to forsake Julius and marry him instead. It resulted in one of the most intense arguments she'd ever had with William. They'd yelled and riled at it for days (Or at least she did, for William was almost as unreadable as a block of stone) only to end with Isabella's reluctant consent to her brother's demands. Duty forced her to it. As William had explained, he needed the alliance with Forsilvra to strengthen their family. A DeLauncey allaince was nothing compared to a Fontenot one. He had faced Isabella with the cold, hard truth of it, choosing between her family and her heart. Duty won over, and she knew even then that she would regret her choice.
Her next trip to Belleile was a somber one. A short enagement, she married Stephane after a four month betrothal and their wedding was attended by some of the most important lords in the land - including the House Scholar's apprentice. Isabella could not even look Julius in the eye after that. Isabella hardened herself, thinking that she was doing this for the sake of her family, a cause she would die for. What was more, resentment quickly took the place of regret for as much as she agreed to the match with Stephane, Julius proved the weak fool for not even opposing it. That was, perhaps, what hurt the most. The fact that he simply stood aside and let some other man take her. She would nurse that thought for years, and though still burried inside her, it does not (nor did it ever) stand in the way of her feelings of friendship towards him. Isabella decided that what was done was done. She'd said the vows, in front of her gods and that of Stephane's, and she would have to live with it, for better or for worse.
Stephane had been an arrogant man in those days. Almost every bit as headstrong as she was. The fought like beasts and knew better than to believe they would ever grow to love one another. Stephane had made the mistake of thinking she was like most young ladies who had a soft voice and an even softer mind. Isabella was a wolf and had a voice enough to howl whenever he displeased her. It only worsened with news of Isabella's pregnancy. Her moods swung like drunken sailor and it was far from rare to see broken shards of pottery litter their quarters. The tragedy of their child's brith, however, did something to soften both their tempers.
The labor had shocked them all. The child was too early to be born, and yet she insisted. The night passed roughly as it was filled with blood and tears. Isabella strained her throat with cries of pain as she struggled to bring her child into the world. Sadly though, the little one's life was not meant to endure. The child came out quietly, without even a single peep. It did not take them long to realize that the child had been born dead.
It would have been a girl. And she would have been named Felicié.
Isabella had fully expected Stephane to blame her. Blame her weakness as woman, as William certainly did. She'd a lost a royal child...more than that, she'd lost her first child. But they both remained strong. Instead of crying and playing the part of a broken woman, Isabella rallied herself and moved on best as a mother could. And instead of holding their daughter's death against her, Stephane empathized with his wife and softly whispered, "there will be others." It was the moment when the couple earned each other's respect.
The years treated them both well and maturity did their marriage wonders. Of course, it was still not perfect or empassioned, but it was enough. They still argured, though now with more amusement than spite. They did not love each other as husband and wife, but they regarded each other as the most esteemed of friends. Isabella grew out of her careless tantrums. And Stephane...well time helped him grow out of his haughty, conceited self. Fatherhood seemed to fit him like a glove. True enough, they did have other children. First, Quintin, then Esmée. Finally little Marc came into the world and completed her lovely bunch. Stephane treated them with a firm hand but a tender heart. Involved and affectionate, his family came first to him, just as it did to Isabella, and they were happy as they could be, given the circumstances. Isabella took motherhood as her purpose and did what she could to fill the role with grace and excellence. As for Stephane, politics took his time when he wasn't in his family's company. He proved a good councilor, and after some tragedies, he became an exceptional Regent.
If Corenna's death wasn't enough then certainly Joseph's sealed the air of sorrow around them. But there was no time to mourn, at least not for the men. They had a kingdom to see to and roles to play. Isabella, however, was there for her orphaned niece and nephew to stand by them as they lived through the death of both parents. Adrien was far too young to take charge of an entire kingdom but Stephane's help, he was able to keep his throne and his country at peace. And for her part, Isabella did what she could to raise the orphaned children as well as she would her own. Even mourning as a mother would have then the youngest, Laurine, died of illness. A year later, sorrows mounted even higher, the plague taking Marc. Her sweet boy. He was only three, yet he stood on death's door unafraid. Isabella can remember being with him then. She was crying and Marc weakly wiped her tears away saying she should not worry. Laurine would keep him company in heaven.
For a while, Isabella became ice to the world, barely even talking or smiling. It was a coldness thawed by the realization that she had two children left and they needed her more now than the memory of Marc did.
Years passed. Life proved it's penchant for taking away good people. A plague spread from The North and made it's way to the capital. Like most families, Isabella's suffered it's consequences. A few months after recieving news of William falling to the illness, she learned that her husband had succumbed to it as well. Isabella was torn. Though she and William had never been the closest of siblings, but they were siblings. Ever since their father's descent into madness, William had been the one guarding and protecting their family. He may have been cruel and ruthless, but that was the Fitzwulf way and what he did he did for the sake of their family. Isabella admired and respected that more than she could say. What was more, no matter what bad blood existed between them, she loved William. At the same time, Stephane was her husband and it was he duty as a wife to stand by him. She wanted to stand by him.
In the end, it was her children that prompted her to stay. She couldn't leave them or take them away while their father lay dying. She couldn't leave Joseph's children as well as they watched their only family slip away. With sincere reluctance, Isabella sent her nephew, Jon (now King of Arbrecht), a letter with her sincerest regrets. Isabella stayed in Belleile and nursed Stephane through his illness. She was with him during his final breaths and after they were spent Isabella wasn't surprised at the deep sense of loss that followed. They'd always expected to be stuck with each other till death. And now that death had finally come, Isabella began to miss the man she was so reluctant to marry.
A few months later, Isabella went back home to Westerland and saw her brother's grave. She said her goodbyes with him, albeit being a bit late, and made her peace with him. She saw Jon's coronation. She saw him in council. She saw the boy taking her brother's place and she hoped he was strong enough to meet with the demands of his new position. She wishes the same for Adrien. But she does not worry too much about it. They have great men by their sides to help them. Jon has Thomas. Adrien has Julius. And no matter what, they would both have her. She would support them just as she did the great men who preceeded them.
There was a time when Isabella had hated her husband.
She came to him at the young age of twenty-two. Many saw her as a woman grown, but she knew she was sitll a child then. A foolish girl who did not know heads from tails in the world. She'd been so young. So headstrong and willful. Of course, she was still headstrong and willfull, but time had turned those traits into a strengths rather than a weaknesses. Stephane had once said that there were times when he'd regretted marrying her. When he regretted not getting to know her before he convinced his father of bartering a deal to join the houses of Fitzwulf and Fontenot through their marriage. Isabella would have been offended by his words had they not always been followed by a laugh. The truth was that they both had regrets. They both knew their marriage was not perfect. But in the end, none of it mattered. For the lack of love was compensated with unconditional care. The lack of passion was replaced by deep admiration. And the lack of bliss was superseded by overwhelming respect.
Isabella felt her nine year old daughter, Esmée, squeeze her hand as they burned Stephane's body to ash. If he were not the kingdom's Regent then he would not have been burned in his own pyre, but as all other families, Isabella and her children were asked to say their goodbyes from afar. They could not see his body, only a dark pillar of smoke. She could hear her daughter sobbing in the background. Her son, Quintin, trying to stiffle his. He was trying to be strong, like his mother and she admired him for it. The children loved their father. She couldn't blame them. He was a good father. A good man.
Time passed and the smoke slowly died down. Night feel and she beckoned her children off to their quarters for bed. She kissed them both, and tucked them in, only to walk out to the balcony once more, feeling that the whole keep was alseep save her.
She looked on to the horizon where the pillar of smoke had risen. Isabella took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she realized that she would be sleeping to silence tonight. For the first time in twenty years, she would not hear Stephane's snoring as she drifted off to sleep. A small laugh escaped her as quiet tears ran.
True enough, Isabella Fitzwulf never fell in love with Stephane Fontenot. Even as he lay in his death bed, Stephane joked about his feigned regrets and she feigned agreement. But the years that they had, the children that they shared and the regard that they earned...it was all enough.
[Time Line Events]
Please list any important time line events for your character in the format:
Year 198: Isabella Fitzwulf is born at The Hollows, capital of The Vandermark
Year 206: Isabella is sent off to The Vandermark for the first time since her birth.
Year 220: Isabella is enagaged to Julius DeLauncey, only to be broken later in the year
Year 221: Isabella marries Stephane Fontenot.
Year 226: Isabella gives birth to a still born, they name her Felicié
Year 228: Isabella and Stephane have their first living child, Quintin Fontenot
Year 231: Isabella and Stephane have their second child, Esmée Fontenot
Year 233: Isabella's sister-in-law, Corenna Faerald, dies
Year 234: Isabella's brother-in-law, Joseph Fontenot dies, and her nephew Adrien becomes King
Year 235: Isabella and Stephane have their third child, Marc Fontenot
Year 237: Isabella's niece, Laurine Fontenot, dies.
Year 238: Isabella's son, Marc Fontenot, dies of the plague.
Year 240: Stephane Fontenot dies.
Year 241: Game start.
These are meant to be a quick reference of critical dates for your character.
---*Jon Fitzwulf - - Alaine Blanchard
--- Loralei nee Fitzwulf - - Aashiq Linnet
--Thomas Fitzwulf - - Edme Fitzwulf nee Montrose
--Isabella Fontenot nee Fitzwulf -
---- Quintin Fontenot, 12
---- Esmée Fontenot, 9
--Elisabeth Fitzwulf - -
--Jean Fitzwulf (42) -
--- Leofric Fitzwulf (20)
--- Edward Fitzwulf (21)
--- Robert Fitzwulf The Younger (20)
--- Harold Fitzwulf (19)
--Alice Prothero nee Fitzwulf - -
Last edited by Isabella Fontenot; 12-30-2011 at 01:21 AM.
Just a minor detail; I apologise if I've said differently, but William was found dead in his bed from strangulation, supposedly via the necklace around his throat, not of plague. Other than that, Approved! WELL DONE!
The Lioness of Forsilvra
The only other things, ---- Felicié Fontenot, [still birth, 14 if living]; Still birth rather than miscarrage. It's a timing in the pregnancy when the baby is born (before 20 weeks or after), where with a miscarriage the baby is really too small to often tell they are there. After, you actually tend to go into labor and birth a fetus. I wanted the still birth so they would know she was having a girl and she's be 'baby' enough to have a name.
Marc Fontenot was her last son, and he died from plague at the age of three. I didn't see him on your geno or in your history, but I had specified in Adrien's profile that he did lose a cousin to plague.
Otherwise! She is FANTASTIC!!!! After those couple things, Approved! <333333
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