#EDIT: when u. completely forget to put in ur characters dead husband

[serpionovadaria-blog]

     hello all! i’m mari, i live in est, i use they/them pronouns, and i’m very excited to be in this group! my im’s currently aren’t letting me send out messages, but i can receive and reply to them, so feel free to send me a message if you would like to plot! i’ll be playing  princess serpionova daria yemelyanovna of russia, who is called dasha by friends and family ( gotta love russian naming customs am i right ). here’s some! tidbits! about lovely dasha here.

a total charmer. dasha is skilled in art of conversation, and is good at making friends among mixed crowds.

fiercely loyal to her country and her family. do not speak ill of her blood while she is within earshot or her pretty words may turn to poison placed in the ears of all who will listen - still honey coated and sweet sounding.

somewhat manipulative. dasha has learned what a well placed smile, a singular tear, or a jovial laugh can do when employed at the right time and towards the right people. it is a skill she uses generally only when she feels it necessary, though it can come in to play if she wants something very badly. probably doesn’t work very well against her siblings, as she would attempt her charming manipulative tricks against them as children.

generally laid back. you are more likely to find dasha tittering with political opponents than glaring at them, though sometimes it is hard to tell, even to the most skilled eye, if her laughter is honest or false.

thinks rather analytically - in truth, she would make a good strategist if not for her sex - about most things. be it the best place to position herself in a ballroom so the man she wishes to dance with will be likely to spot her or figuring exactly what word will make her suggestion sound most attractive to those around her.

can get exhausted of court and needing to always be so on all the time. when she is in her rooms, alone, is when dasha is the most honest version of herself - quiet smiles and sly looks, voice not so airy and perhaps a touch more grave. war has touched her despite the fact she never stepped foot on a battlefield. the death of her father, the change in her brother’s disposition, all have weighed on her heart for some times. getting her to voice these pains, though? a near impossible task.

her husband - who she was married to at the age of sixteen - died quite early on in the war. within the first two years. dasha didn’t love him at first. it had been a marriage of convenience and political strategy. but she had grown to care quite deeply for him. the two never bore any children, and dasha does not know if she should think that a blessing or a curse.