Relina Zhan
Ducha of Gallinore, "Apollyon the Slayer"
All things (Simone Denny feat. Wildlife)
Location: Palace of Saint Clavelle, Dimitor, Gallinore, Hapes Consortium
Time: 1700 hours
It was a busy day at the Duchal residence on Gallinore. The planet's location was near the border between the Hapan Interior worlds and the Rifle Worlds on the Gallinore Spine trade route. The planet's location made it a hub of activity from all corners of the Hapes Consortium, a majority of that activity consisting of commerce and trade. The planet's capital, Dimitor, was a huge urban sprawl of durasteel and ferrocrete spires, land and sky traffic lanes, apartments and condos, a quieter suburban area, a marina, a spaceport, and most anything else one would find in a bustling metropolitan area. At the top of a hill leading to a wide cliff, the Palace of Saint Clavelle stood, overlooking the city and an upper-class suburban area.
The Ducha's servants had been laying on the finishing touches on their preparations for the Duchal House to receive guests.... but not just any guests. The Ducha had been set up by her twin sister, who conveniently left that morning on political business to Hapes Prime, the Consortium's capital world. The concern was that if Ducha Relina Zhan was going to reject every eligible suitor who came to call, be they commoner or noble, she would fail to conceive an heir and continue House Zhan's long noble bloodline; a bloodline that stretched all the way back nearly five milennia to the dawn of the Hapes Consortium itself. If the matriarch wouldn't play the game her ancestors did, love notwithstanding, then she'd be set up on international holovision. Such a thing was unprecedented and never seen before. The Ducha had, reluctantly and begrudgingly, accepted the contract with the production network.
Relina knew nothing of what she could expect, although the general basis of the reality game show sort of content she was to participate in she had seen before. "Prince Charming" was quite popular in this region of the Galaxy, incidentally. Perhaps there was something as gratifying to Hapan women in this show as there was in watching barely clothed, musclebound men fight in a caged arena. Actually enjoying the latter, Ducha Zhan couldn't blame them. Although she resented going through with this, she couldn't argue that she was 30 years old now and probably had anywhere between fifteen to twenty more years of her reproductive life remaining with her current age being the apex of muliebrity. She was in her prime now and it could only go downhill from there. Yes, this event was unique and would probably elevate her celebrity status from the local area to the rest of the Galaxy. Whether this was good or bad, she wasn't sure yet.
Representatives of the Holovision network behind the "Prince Charming" programme were arriving already. It wouldn't be long before the Contestants themselves were welcomed to the Saint's Hall where the Ducha now headed alone. She was dressed like a noblewoman, as well; for some reason she felt the need to show her uniquely Hapan noble style to the foreigners being brought to her residence. She wore a flattering, formfitting gown that reached her ankles, deep purple in colour with rosegold trim, and with long, fitted-point sleeves. It was of premium Lashaa silk that seemed to 'flow' across her skin as she walked. On her dainty feet were expensive designer sandals that had straps that slung sensually up her legs. She wore little make up, using only light splashes of colour that co-ordinated with her dress and accessorised her already drop-dead gorgeous facial features. Her jewelry was visibly expensive, but sparse; rainbow gem earrings that faintly glowed with an inner light unique to the silicon-based lifeform native to Gallinore, a tanzanite pendant on a delicate gold necklace, and her mother's wedding band, a priceless rainbow-gem-inlaid gold treasure. Her blonde-red hair was done professionally in a chic updo.
As she reached the Hall, she would glance up at the large statue of Saint Clavelle, inhaling deeply as her grip tightened on her commlink. It was showtime.
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Junko Ike"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]
[member="Connor Harrison"]
Location: Palace of Saint Clavelle, Dimitor, Gallinore, Hapes Consortium
Time: 1700 hours
It was a busy day at the Duchal residence on Gallinore. The planet's location was near the border between the Hapan Interior worlds and the Rifle Worlds on the Gallinore Spine trade route. The planet's location made it a hub of activity from all corners of the Hapes Consortium, a majority of that activity consisting of commerce and trade. The planet's capital, Dimitor, was a huge urban sprawl of durasteel and ferrocrete spires, land and sky traffic lanes, apartments and condos, a quieter suburban area, a marina, a spaceport, and most anything else one would find in a bustling metropolitan area. At the top of a hill leading to a wide cliff, the Palace of Saint Clavelle stood, overlooking the city and an upper-class suburban area.
The Ducha's servants had been laying on the finishing touches on their preparations for the Duchal House to receive guests.... but not just any guests. The Ducha had been set up by her twin sister, who conveniently left that morning on political business to Hapes Prime, the Consortium's capital world. The concern was that if Ducha Relina Zhan was going to reject every eligible suitor who came to call, be they commoner or noble, she would fail to conceive an heir and continue House Zhan's long noble bloodline; a bloodline that stretched all the way back nearly five milennia to the dawn of the Hapes Consortium itself. If the matriarch wouldn't play the game her ancestors did, love notwithstanding, then she'd be set up on international holovision. Such a thing was unprecedented and never seen before. The Ducha had, reluctantly and begrudgingly, accepted the contract with the production network.
Relina knew nothing of what she could expect, although the general basis of the reality game show sort of content she was to participate in she had seen before. "Prince Charming" was quite popular in this region of the Galaxy, incidentally. Perhaps there was something as gratifying to Hapan women in this show as there was in watching barely clothed, musclebound men fight in a caged arena. Actually enjoying the latter, Ducha Zhan couldn't blame them. Although she resented going through with this, she couldn't argue that she was 30 years old now and probably had anywhere between fifteen to twenty more years of her reproductive life remaining with her current age being the apex of muliebrity. She was in her prime now and it could only go downhill from there. Yes, this event was unique and would probably elevate her celebrity status from the local area to the rest of the Galaxy. Whether this was good or bad, she wasn't sure yet.
Representatives of the Holovision network behind the "Prince Charming" programme were arriving already. It wouldn't be long before the Contestants themselves were welcomed to the Saint's Hall where the Ducha now headed alone. She was dressed like a noblewoman, as well; for some reason she felt the need to show her uniquely Hapan noble style to the foreigners being brought to her residence. She wore a flattering, formfitting gown that reached her ankles, deep purple in colour with rosegold trim, and with long, fitted-point sleeves. It was of premium Lashaa silk that seemed to 'flow' across her skin as she walked. On her dainty feet were expensive designer sandals that had straps that slung sensually up her legs. She wore little make up, using only light splashes of colour that co-ordinated with her dress and accessorised her already drop-dead gorgeous facial features. Her jewelry was visibly expensive, but sparse; rainbow gem earrings that faintly glowed with an inner light unique to the silicon-based lifeform native to Gallinore, a tanzanite pendant on a delicate gold necklace, and her mother's wedding band, a priceless rainbow-gem-inlaid gold treasure. Her blonde-red hair was done professionally in a chic updo.
As she reached the Hall, she would glance up at the large statue of Saint Clavelle, inhaling deeply as her grip tightened on her commlink. It was showtime.
[member="Joza Perl"]
[member="Junko Ike"]
[member="Arisa Yune"]
[member="Connor Harrison"]