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Girlie Girl the Pinklicorn

Name: Sarina Warzla/Sarina Bonvard
Nicknames: Ri-Ri (by Melvin), Rina (by friends)
Age: 17
Occupation: Current student at Madame Mildred's School for Fine Ladies. She has aspirations of becoming a prestigious Palace Lady.
Physical Appearance: Perfect blonde hair without a single strand out of place. Icy blue eyes. A permanent pout - there's no one, not even her best friend, she isn't silently judging. Her clothes are all designer fashions and she wouldn't be caught dead wearing the same outfit twice in one year. Her creamy white skin is a point of pride and she avoids going out in the sun without a protective hat and gloves.
Likes: Wearing the latest fashion, spreading gossip, being invited to ALL the parties, compliments on her looks.
Dislikes: Girls who don't care about their looks, dirt, vulgar men and anyone who speaks ill of Voorik.
Current Relationship: Engaged to the millionaire's son Melvin Bonvard. She wishes he were more handsome and less full of himself but the fact that he's rich enough to buy her a new gown every day makes up for what he lacks in looks. (At least he isn't an old man.)
Family: The only family she has left is her father, an aging speculator in the mines around the town of Povil. She loves him in her way but is rather glad she only has to see him once or twice a year. They have nothing in common.
Friends: She and her best friend Skyla are like two peas in a pod. The other girls at Mildred's look up to her (so she thinks). She also admires Madame Mildred greatly.
Enemies: That good-for-nothing Mira Silera.
Politics: Sarina is very much a supporter of Alphan Voorik and brushes off rumors of the terrible things he has done.
Dreams: She wants to end up among the highest-ranking Palace Ladies so she can boss the entire Palace Servant staff around.
Fears: Losing her wealth and actually having to work for a living. What a horrible thought!
Favorite Color: Pink!
Favorite Foods: She has a weakness for cream-filled vanilla cake though she mostly keeps herself to a strict diet of salads. She's very particular about her figure.

See that wardrobe full of the cutest pink designer clothes in the entire world?

Stay away from it.

Nothing in there would look good on you anyways. They're all custom-tailored for me, one of a dozen early wedding presents from my Melvie.

That's Melvin Bonvard to you.

He's stupid rich and he comes from an Ancient family line. Anybody who's anybody knows that marrying into the Ancients makes you the cream of the crop. The only person better would be the Alphan but he's too obsessed with the Great Traitor to ever think about taking a wife.

Plus he's all old and stuff.

I should say most Ancients are marriage material. Even the Ancients have their occasional style reject.

Like Mira Silera.

She came barging into Madame Mildred's school with absolutely no concept of proper manners and then disappeared with some starving artist. The scandal she brought on poor Mildred.

I hope when she's hunted down, they'll stick her on the same cell block as Tauren Masterson. You know...the Great Traitor himself.

A prison uniform would be an improvement on her usual fashion choices.

Enough about her. I'm sure you'd rather hear about the gowns my maidens will be wearing at the ceremony. I wasn't going to pick just one color for all the ladies. That would be dreadfully boring. Each girl will be in a different shade of pink with jewels to bring out the colors of their eyes. I bought Skyla a wonderful set of sapphires to bring out those gorgeous deep blues. My maid of honor deserves only the best.

You don't want to hear about the dresses? Considering the rags you're wearing, I guess I shouldn't be terribly surprised. Very well. If it's gossip you want, you'll find no better source.

I don't believe for an instant that Voorik is really dead. I mean, come on. He's Voorik. I think he's biding his time, waiting so Tauren will feel safe and come out of hiding. All this nonsense about him actually being innocent...I never believed a word of it. I'll remain properly loyal to Alphan Voorik, thank you very much.

As for Julian Silera parading around as Alphan...he'll get what he deserves when Voorik sets things back to the way they ought to be. It comes as no surprise that Mira's so arrogant, considering who her father is.

My carriage has arrived. Kindly see yourself out and don't allow any of the servants to fool you into wasting your coin. How they can whine about better pay when they have a roof over their heads and two meals a day...it boggles the mind.

Why, yes. The buttons on my coat are genuine diamonds. Perhaps you're not quite as fashionably challenged as I first thought.

You still may not touch anything in my wardrobe.

Mira

No fool will ever mistake you for a lady. I hope you join the Great Traitor on the execution block someday!

Voorik

Mighty Alphan, I pledge my services (and fashion advice) to you.

Skreev

Ew. Please seek fashion advice immediately. And a good anti-fungal cream.

Alec

You're exactly the kind of trash I would expect Mira Silera to seek.

Celis

Whatever, poser. I'm coming for your job.

Julian

You're Mira's father? Now I know where she gets her bad looks and worse manners.