Sunita Rana
Authored by Lyla (she/her)
Persad ✥ Currently Offline, last seen Nov 17, 2017, 12:58 AM
Princess of Persad
i can resist everything except temptation
No trophies yet!
Sunita became Princess of Persad after illness claimed the lives of her father and brother. A "good time girl" with no head for politics, she threw herself into social life to avoid her grief and unexpected new responsibilities. This may or may not have resulted in an illegitimate pregnancy and a shotgun wedding to a man who hates her. She's a mess, but at least she's still Fun and Glam.
Also Known As
Sunita Laaparavaah -- The Reckless, Barefoot Sunita, Sunita Green-Eyes
Address As
Your Royal Highness
bisexual, biromantic
24 years
March 19, 450
Marital Status
Zhao Li Rana née Huyan
Enhanced Senses

Sunita's gift has only very recently manifested - triggered, she now believes, by the deaths of her father and brother. She was not immediately aware of the change, and in fact initially feared that she was succumbing to the same illness which had claimed their lives. The oppressive island heat threatened to overwhelm her. The sun stung her eyes and drove her to her chambers with blinding headaches which sometimes lasted days. One night, she felt a queer sort of squirming in her belly, and somehow knew, with a sinking sense of dread, that she was with child.

This so-called "gift" borders on torturous most days. The scent of fish on the breeze sends her running in search of some place to be sick. The bruising kicks of the child she carries keep her from sleeping soundly through the vast majority of nights. The whispers of courtiers, she thinks, may very well drive her mad.

Of course, there are a few more pleasant side-effects as well. Sunita has always valued art and music, not to mention physical intimacy, and her experiences of each have been quite pleasantly enhanced. Especially the latter.

For the time being, she is doing her best to keep the manifestation of this new gift under wraps, in the hopes of avoiding the criticisms of those who would say that a blood gift she cannot control is only further proof that she is not capable of maintaining her wobbly grasp on power.

A young and irresponsible leader, but a host of Very Good Parties.
Sunita Rana's hasty marriage to Zhao Li Huyan was arranged to cover up an illegitimate pregnancy. (true) Sunita Rana is neither prepared for - nor particularly interested in - ruling. (true-ish) Sunita Rana plans to abdicate the throne. (false) Sunita Rana and her husband have not actually consummated their marriage. (false) Sunita Rana has kissed a sea goat. (true)
Hedonistic. Mercurial. Impetuous. Lackadaisical. Quixotic.
Passionate. Charismatic. Loyal. Earnest.
Mental Weaknesses
Often too sensitive. Imperious. Easily distracted. Prone to holding grudges.
To guard the secret of her daughter's parentage, and become an effective (and beloved) ruler
Only her mother knows definitively that Sunita is pregnant with another man's child, but while Chanda knows that the father is not Zhao Li, even she doesn't know that Sunita isn't entirely sure who the father is. Sunita is also doing her best to hide her newly enhanced senses from the public, though those close to her are aware of the recent manifestation of this gift.
In Public
In most ways the antithesis of stereotypes concerning her family, Sunita is warm, open, and quick to laugh. She gives the impression of being someone with very few cares, which for most of her life was precisely the case. Now she has to work at it, and the cracks are beginning to show. Nevertheless, more often than not Sunita appears the jovial, quick-witted princess, largely because she is considerably more interested in making her people love her than in actually getting anything done. She is working to become less transparent, but most of her thoughts and feelings are easily read on her face. It is entirely too clear, for example, when she is bored.
In Private
Though she doesn't always (or even often) succeed, Sunita at least makes attempts at propriety in public. Around family and friends, she has no such reservations. Though openly affectionate and fiercely loyal to those she cares about, Sunita is also quite sensitive, and not difficult to offend. Her displeasure is an icy, quiet thing, entirely at odds with her typically cheery persona. She is not above pouting or passive-aggression if she thinks it will help her to get her way.
Sunita is significantly closer to her immediate family than to any of her aunts, uncles, or cousins. While she loves them all, and feels very much bound to anyone who bears the Rana name, Sunita does not feel that she has much in common with most of her more extended family members. She takes after her mother in a number of ways, and has always struggled to communicate effectively with those members of her family who more closely fit the Rana mold of reserved propriety. Her aunt Madhali, in particular, has always been a hugely intimidating figure, though Sunita admires her almost to the point of desperation.
It is rumored that courtiers can curry favor with Sunita by accompanying her to bed. This rumor is absolutely true. Sunita enjoys being surrounded by beautiful people and things, and has been known to take no small number of paramours. Her favorites may enjoy certain privileges at court. As for her husband... he's alright to look at, but not great company.
Sunita's relationship with the Faith has always been mostly obligatory. Recently, she has taken some comfort in the idea that the Gods have a plan for her.
Fostered With
House Corona
v small. mostly hair, which she all but refuses to style in a "civilized" fashion.
5' 3"
thin. once wiry, now perhaps a little gaunt.
Physical Strengths
cynthia she's a really cool dancer cynthia boogie to the groove now
Physical Weaknesses
probably hungover
Devi, a peacock griffin received as a gift from her parents on her sixteenth name day. She is finicky and not fond of strangers, but clearly devoted to Sunita, and becomes snappish in response to any perceived aggression against her.
March 19, 450

Spring 457

She grumbles when Priya shakes her awake, but makes no real objection - only rubs her eyes and follows, bare feet on cool tiles, to a balcony overlooking the water.

"It's their mating season," Priya whispers, eyes flashing with a sort of wicked delight, and for a moment Sunita only blinks at her, confused. Then she sees them, perched clumsily on the rocks below. She almost objects, having seen plenty of sea goats before, and failing to understand why anyone would get up to watch them in the middle of the night, but then a particularly rotund male specimen awkwardly scoots toward a female, somehow managing to bleat almost... suggestively?

Sunita's mouth drops open, but she does not even think of looking away. Another young male drags himself into the scene, and suddenly their horns are locked, like some perverse and comical jousting contest. It is ridiculous and delightful.

They watch the ungainly courtship until one unfortunate suitor loses his grip on the rock and topples into the water with a graceless splash.

Sunita laughs and laughs, until something stirs inside and they both suddenly hush, then take off running back toward their beds, stifling giggles as best they can.

Spring, 464
Aditya calls her a terror. Aravind calls her a pest. She thinks her youngest brother would call her names, too, except that he is not yet big enough to beat her in a fight. She runs barefoot through the halls, making too much noise. Aditya in particular tries to quiet her, to curb her enthusiasm. He straightens her skirts and tucks her wild curls behind her ear. Through it all, Sunita is gleefully defiant.

When her father calls for her, she thinks she must be in trouble, and apologies begin to form on her lips before the door has a chance to close behind her.

“I promise I won’t pester Aditya anymore, or… that is, I’ll do my best, but –“


“And I really am trying my best in my lessons, it’s only that I can’t focus when I have to sit still so long, and –“


“Whatever he told you, it was a lie. Aravind started it. He always does!”

Sunita finally falls silent when she realizes her father is laughing instead of scolding her. She is his jewel, he assures her. A little polish might not hurt, he adds with a smirk, and Sunita laughs too, because she cannot disagree.

From behind his desk, he pulls a gorgeous stringed instrument. A sitar. ”Something for you to pour all of that energy into,” Devraj explains. Sunita throws her arms around her father’s neck so quickly that the sitar nearly crashes to the ground.

It does not stick, of course. Neither does the harp. She writes half a volume of poetry, and just the choruses of a dozen or so songs. She abandons painting nearly as quickly as she picks it up. Sunita lacks the patience for the actual creation of art, but nevertheless, something has ignited in her.

"Do not pay attention to them," she whispers, squeezing her mother's hand. That people can whisper even now, as they lay her father to rest, makes Sunita's blood boil. She has never understood certain Persadians' attitudes regarding Chanda Rana. What is there to disapprove of in someone so warm, so open, so unfalteringly kind? She knows the answer, in truth, but it is an ugly truth that does not interest her.

From across the room, Aditya casts her a sidelong, disapproving glance. Her stoic, serious brother is more their father's child than any of the rest of them. He has a head for things like propriety. He will make a good prince. He stands apart from the rest of the family, away from their mother. He does not sulk, like Aravind, or weep, like Chanda. He is somber. Proud. Princely.

Sunita, for her part, looks a mess. She does not care. She meets her brother's gaze head on, though her eyes are red-rimmed and watery. She does not let go of her mother's hand.

War, it turns out, is tiresome.

She forbids him to die, though by the end he is too weak even to cough. He is drowning in his own blood, the physicians say, and Sunita does not allow herself to think how devastatingly hopeless that sounds. He must not give up, she demands. He is younger and stronger than father was, young and strong enough to make a full recovery.

"Do not be selfish, Sunita," he tells her.

It is a cruel thing to say.

Hurt, she pretends not to understand. She feigns ignorance, as though they both aren't aware that when he goes, the weight of a nation at war will come crashing down on her feeble shoulders. She loves him, she insists. She cannot imagine a world without him. These things are true, and yet... A thousand times more frightening than losing him is the thought of taking up his mantle. It is the most shameful, secret sort of fear, and she is furious with him for bringing it up. Sunita stalks from the room, seething, and does not return.

When he is gone, they crown her Princess of Persad. Somehow it comes as a surprise. Before Aditya's body grows cold, she is wrapped in cloth of gold - painted and ornamented and set before the people. Her people, now. It is meant to calm them. Or... inspire them. Reassure them. Something of the sort, anyway. Sunita doesn't really pay attention. She is numb. She watches the processions through glassy, vacant green eyes, focusing only on holding herself upright under the crushing weight of loss. She thinks she may shatter, but for once, there are no theatrics. She does not have the energy for them.

She is still and silent.

She looks positively regal.

She transitions the court out of mourning before is entirely appropriate. It is not her idea, but then, it does not take much convincing. In truth, Sunita is not built for grief. It does not suit her. Her plans to be serious, the be respectful of the dead, to be a responsible leader, are all outweighed by an overpowering lust for life. She fills Seacourt with music, and dancing, and wine. She surrounds herself with attractive young people who make her laugh.

The extravagance is proof of Persad's strength, she reasons. There is as much to celebrate as there is to mourn. (Even she does not entirely believe it.) Others call her frivolous, naive, immature... but still they drink her wine, and so she thinks they, too, must prefer to be surrounded by beautiful things. What use is despair?

Sunita is not deaf to her critics. It isn't even that she doesn't care.

It's just so very easy to drown them out.

She invites no small number of courtiers into her bed, and they tell her she is beautiful. How can she possibly think of politics with the breathless sound of her own name ringing in her ears?

Autumn 473
Sunita wakes in the middle of the night and knows. (The physicians will tell her later that this is impossible, that the baby is too small for her to feel. They are wrong.) She cannot explain it, the twisting, twitching feeling in her belly. She simply knows, and the knowledge knocks the air from her lungs.

Sunita Laaparaavah. Extravagant. Reckless.

Newly crowned, unmarried, pregnant.

She is ruined, or will be, soon.

She ought to go to her Aunt Madhali - brilliant, political Madhali, long-time advocate for the rights of bastard children, trusted advisor to her brother and father, both. She ought to go to Madhali, but Sunita cannot bear to think of the look on her aunt's face. She does not think she could stand to disappoint her.

Instead, she runs to her mother, the least judging person she knows. Chanda holds her, and strokes her hair, and when Sunita is through with tears, they begin to make plans.

December 15, 473
She does not expect him to hate her. They had gotten on well as children, and since then have both grown to be reasonably attractive adults. Sunita does not think she is particularly unpleasant company, and she is hardly an unworthy match. Certainly, Prince Consort of Persad is higher than he would have risen without her. Still, Zhao Li's eyes are like ice as they recite their marriage vows.

He knows, she worries, but even if that is true, what of it? What could her new husband possibly have to gain by revealing her secret? She feels a strange sort of kinship with him, underestimated, always in the shadow of his older siblings. She has hoped from the start that they will make a good team, but every moment of their wedding night suggests otherwise. Sunita thinks of her courtiers - of their giddy, adoring gazes, and the way they call her beautiful. She thinks of the mementos she has taken from each of them, little trinkets hidden in a tea chest near her bed. She thinks of the child growing inside of her, the most cruel and precious of all those gifts. Sunita thinks she may be ill.

She extracts herself from the bed that feels like a tomb and escapes to the balcony. Below, the sea goats grunt and rut away on the rocks. They look so ridiculous, it brings her to tears.
Face Claim
Saiyami Kher
Yes, any and all threads welcome
Up to and including No harm / minor harm only