Margaret Caprios *
| Margaret Caprios | |
|---|---|
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| Meg, aged 4 | |
| Imperial Princess of Gateway | |
| Princess | 5 August 501 – 11 October 506 |
| Background | |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Offspring | None |
| Full Name | Margaret Philomena Eleanor Jolene Caprios |
| Titles and Styles | Princess of Gateway |
| House | House Caprios |
| Father | Emperor Rourke Caprios |
| Mother | Empress Philomena Caprios |
| Born | August 5 501 Crossroads, Gateway |
| Died | October 11 506 (aged 5) Crossroads, Gateway |
| Biographical Information | |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Eye Color | Emerald |
| Hair | Red |
Margaret Caprios, Imperial Princess
At 3:18 a.m., August 5, 501 A.G., while darkness still blanketed Gateway Isle, the firstborn to Emperor Rourke and Empress Mena made her appearance, arriving amidst some mightily loud complaints. Maids and servants raced out to announce the arrival of Princess Margaret Philomena Eleanor Jolene Caprios.
The eldest child of the Imperial Triplets is known to nannies and knights to be a constant handful. Fierce and pugnacious, she always seems ready to take on the world, and is obsessive about collecting anything bright or glittery and stuffing it under her bed. She seems to have hit growth spurts early and be a bit large for her age, and she learns quickly. She spends some time on Green Fields, and is rarely seen outside of the nursery.
Princess Meg was the victim of an apparent accident, trampled to death by a pair of horses on 11 October 506. Despite her knight's efforts to keep her out of harm's way, no one could save this pugnacious, animated daughter from the end.
Personality
There's something about Meg that just says she's a loner even though she's very young. Everyone seems to be aware that she's got quite the wild side.
Meg does seem to have some affection for all of the animals that congregate around the Imperial Tower, but always gets sad when visiting the menagerie. She has a habit of climbing absolutely anything, and even though she's very much adoring of gems and wealth, she's got a tomboy streak a mile wide.
Gallery
Princess Margaret
The Imperial Infants
Tongue in Cheek Perspective
It must be hard being the older, lamer sibling of the heir to a throne. You're just Princess So And So and everyone is all excited about your brother, kissing his ass and bringing him candied pheasant tongues and big fat fancy brooches and chatting him up about their duchy or their hot young daughter or whatever in hopes of winning favor, and you're just left alone at the back of the throne room to play with the ostrich feathers in your hat and give him dirty looks and drink copious amounts of mead and then eventually getting so bitter about how no one pays any attention to YOU that you get up a group of untrustworthy followers and try and stab your brother with an arrow or something and then you get exiled to Landry or whatever and it's all a huge disaster.
