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28 November 2009 @ 07:48 pm
Princess Iolande Application||Resubmitted  
NAME: Tootsie
AGE: 22
JOURNAL: femocracy
IM: maternalzombie
E-MAIL: lipsticktheatrics@gmail.com
RETURNING: Returning, technically? WAS ... Renee Montoya|| The Question; questioness; recently dropped due to failure of meeting activity standards in October.

CHARACTER NAME: Princess Iolande
FANDOM: DC Comics; Green Lantern Corps
CHRONOLOGY: Green Lantern Corps; Issue 40. During the beginning of Blackest Night, when Iolande and Natu are trying to save all of those injured Lanterns.
CLASS: Hero!
ALTER EGO: Princess Iolande, probably working in public relations B( if she can't be a diplomat idk. A public defender!


The Green Lantern of Space Sector 1417, and partner of Lantern Soranik Natu (the daughter of Sinestro), Princess Iolande hails from the planet Betrassus. Originally not meant to play any major role in the politics of her family, the royal bloodline was to be carried on throughout her brothers, and they were to continue being the leaders of Betrassus after the passing of the King. While Iolande never had plans to be thrust into any major role, she was always culturally and politically astute, aware of interplanetary relations and honed in diplomatic skills. She had two brothers, Ragnar and Stentar. Ragnar held dreams away from the throne, and always looked toward the Green Lantern Corps, as he had wanted to join badly for a long time. The two princes eventually got caught up in an ambush by androids, and a Lantern response came too late; Stentar had died, Lantern Myrrt, of whom was Soranik Natu's former partner, was kiled in action, and it could not have come at a worse time. King Nol had been aging and falling ill, and both he and Princess Iolande tried to encourage their brother to look to a future at the throne. As events unfolded concerning the Corps, it was revealed that Prince Stentar was responsible not only for the death of his own brother, but for Lantern Myrrt, in a desperate attempt to get recruited in the Corps and replace him in sector 1417. When this was made known to King Nol, Prince Ragnar was sentenced to a public execution for his crimes.

During the execution, Lantern Soranik Natu approached Princess Iolande in front of Ragnar, and placed her partner's former ring on Iolande's finger, showing that she had been chosen as his replacement. Ragnar looked on, envious and heartbroken, and Princess Iolande tearfully and dutifully watched her brother's beheading. Soon afterward, Iolande started her training with Kilowog as her instructor, but proved to be an endless source of frustration and defiance for him. Her upbringing gave her a sense of entitlement, and she did not take well to orders. Eventually, the Corps made it clear to her that she would have to let go of this attitude. Eventually, she was taken back to her sector, and assigned a new partner in Lantern Soranik Natu of Korugar. Almost instantly, the two were at odds, as Princess Iolande pedantically tried to show off her knowledge of Korugar's sociopolitics, lecturing Natu on her own people and their relations. As Princess Iolande only saw her actions as helpful, she didn't understand Natu's annoyance with her, and it frustrated her and she'd often fuel the fire of their fights. The two women learned to work together a bit better, but soon after their first mission, Princess Iolande receives news that her father is dying.

After returning to her home planet, King Nol was giving out final requests to his daughter. As Iolande was now the last left of the royal bloodline, he had advised she resign from the Corps and rule the Kingdom in his place. Iolande tried to take the time to think about her options as Soranik Natu, the best doctor the Corps had to offer, tried her best to buy King Nol some time. Unfortunately, he died shortly after Natu's arrival, and Iolande lashed out at her in grief. She was torn between her duty to the throne, and her new found purpose amongst the Green Lantern Corps, and after a long time of considering withdrawing from the corps completely, Iolande appeared to back up Soranik Natu and help defend against the Sinestro Corps' fight on Earth.

After fighting with the rest of the Lanterns in New York, Princess Iolande returned to Betrassus and boredly attended to playing her planet's major diplomat, ruler, and protector. She has been shown trying her best to juggle her time between being a Princess and being a Lantern, but the Corps take up a good load of her schedule, and it seems she prefers them to the boredom of the throne.

When Sodam Yat and Lantern Arisia went missing on the planet of Black Mercy, Princess Iolande was sent along with other Lanterns to track them down and rescue them, along with stray Sinestro Corps rings. After fighting Mogul and being defeated by him, Princess Iolande returned with Soranik Natu, where the two showed their growing friendship still was strained by disagreements. Sinestro came and revealed himself to Soranik as her Father, and Soranik later confided this in Princess Iolande. The fact that Soranik told Iolande about this fact shows a great deal of trust has been built between the two. On their way back to Oa, Soranik and Iolande meet up with Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner, and end up trying to hold up an Oan infirmary, protecting the wounded from a Black Lantern invasion.


Having been raised with a life of privilege, Iolande is a highly educated woman with the flaw of being prone to boastful showiness and a need for ostentatious displays of knowledge. The first impressions of Iolande as a character are regal in nature; she's opinionated, but not outspoken. She is diplomatic, but stubborn enough to still think she's in the right, regardless. She's cultured and learned in the ways of socio-politics, and is incredibly well-read on various planetary relations and history. With an aristocratic air, Iolande manages to pull off demure elegance, grace, and perhaps a haughty demeanor all at once in the most passive of ways. Iolande may be opinionated, but she's certainly not abrasive or aggressive with her beliefs. Instead, she's firmly confident (if slightly arrogant) in her intelligence, and feels quite entitled to demanding respect, though Lantern training has indoctrinated her into the foreign concepts of being, you know, modesty. Iolande has developed to be less presumptuous, and even understand that her exalted rank is not one to use as a crutch when she feels defied or threatened.

Though educated, she has a hard time escaping from the more classist and entitled trappings of her upbringing, and is working hard to rectify these failings and humble herself as much as she can, while still remaining a dignified example of royalty. Princess Iolande's passion for politics, her people, and what she sees as a higher calling to her planet allows her to deal with tragedy in stride. Within a short period of time, she lost a brother, a Father, and oversaw the execution of another brother. She was able to put her feelings aside and think about what was better for society and for her vision of justice, and only thought of what would put the people of her planet at ease rather than react viscerally to losing someone she's loved. Iolande does love, and she loves quite strongly, though that love is entangled in duty and tradition and cultural entrapping that might make her appear cold, or to favor status and "the greater good" above individual bonds she might hold. She is often a restrained and composed individual, save for a few impulsive outbursts when she is in a dire or traumatic situation. Though graceful and often able to keep her calm, she can become temperamental when she feels indignant or that her intellectual capabilities are being doubted, especially when her entitlement is infringed upon.

Someone who has been able to invoke quite a bit of emotion in Princess Iolande has been her partner in the Corps, Soranik Natu. Though initially they clashed, Princess Iolande eventually came to grow incredibly close to Soranik, and has a great deal of respect for her. Their friendship is a close one of confidance, and she finds it refreshing to talk about more philosophical and ethical questions. Natu is, in every aspect, her intellectual match and challenges her beliefs often, which Iolande has surprisingly been receptive to when it is from someone she holds in high regard. Iolande is a lady of duty, and does not have many bonds in her life, so the friendship she has formed with Soranik has shown that while she's perfectly capable of being affectionate, supportive, and helpful to others, she is very choosy in her standards of friendship. This doesn't mean she won't be congenial or polite to others, though. She is a diplomat through and through, and tries to remain on good terms while pushing her case or status as much as she can.

Though her ethics are quite "askew" concerning DC's "No Kill" rules for the majority of its heroes, Iolande is a compassionate individual that will help her fellow Corpsman and risk her life for an honourable cause when the situation calls for it. Though she exudes confidence and even arrogance, Princess Iolande has an incredibly difficult time juggling her duty to her planet and her duty to the Corps. She carries a strong weight on her shoulders, trying to honor the royal bloodline she belongs to, serve her people, and indulge in her passion for the Green Lantern Corps, all the while keeping it together for both at the same time. She wants to be at her best performance at all times, but her worst fear is falling short and disgracing her Father's name by failing her people as a leader. Torn between two duties, Iolande often maintains a fixed and composed demeanor, not letting her insecurities show to others.

Iolande has a presence that either commands respect or gains exasperation and contempt. Either way, she's an intellectually capable woman who is incredibly politically aware, emotionally controlled, and noble when it comes to duty.

POWER: > Possesses a green lantern ring, which can create constructs straight from the imagination of its bearer, powered by will. Also has the power of flight due to it. Iolande also possesses a near-eidetic memory, so at C&C, that will be expanded upon and we can say her superpower will be total recall, photographic or otherwise.

COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE: [Someone has set up the video feed to perfectly capture a full-body shot of herself. Her hands are folded in her lap and she is seated in a chair, posture straightened, chin tilted up slightly. She smooths out the fabric of her garb, before taking a deep breath, and placing a hand against her chest in an introductory manner.]

Lantern Iolande of Sector 1417 reporting in. Princess Iolande of Betrassus, status ... [Flips her hair over her shoulder] should be apparent. I've assessed what I could of this City, and its communication system. There are a plethora of frequencies and channels that are quite informative, and the majority of the urban area seem to be for the destitute and downtrodden. A sizable homeless population. The neighborhoods suggest strict poverty and class divide, one can only deduce the circumstances are set up for frequent and absurd amounts of crime. There has yet to be any word from an official leader, outside of my induction into this place, in which I was given ... [Holds up a collar] this. It seems I am assigned to this place, along others, to serve and protect.

I'd like it to be known that I am willing to speak with any state representatives or city legislators to clear up any misunderstanding that could have caused me to be teleported here, specifically without the presence of my partner, Lantern Natu, or my prior knowledge. I promise that there will be no strict actions of punishment taken, and on behalf of my planet and the royal family, I thank you for choosing me for such a mission. However, I'm afraid I must decline! Now please, transfer me back to my sector immediately. This was obviously incompetence on the part of whomever is in charge of transporting people in and out of this City, which is understandable. Perhaps you have some ... [Distasteful curl of her upper lip] new trainees. Or something. [She waves her hand] All is forgiven, though.

LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE: The lighting was dim against the crisp caress of dawn, but she could make out the tone of Lantern Natu's deep, crimson skin. She watched the woman stand sullenly over the coffin, and the silence of the room belied an acknowledgment between the two that Iolande had been watching her. She shifted, slightly, to make her presence known, and Soranik did not turn from her fixed stare at the coffin as she spoke.

"Princess Iolande?" she inquired. Her voice was soft, quiet. Disconcerting, almost. There was an anger beneath that passive tone, an anger at things out of her control. Iolande recognized it in disenfranchised people, often. She approached the Korugan with a tired expression on her face, only stopping as the Green Lantern continued. "I thought you were with your Father."

"He sleeps," Iolande pressed on, finally catching the woman's eyes. They struggled to maintain their professionalism. Only a Princess constantly forced into putting on a public face could sharply dig through the look of the surgeon, who tried so hard to maintain a strict and restrained demeanor. "I know you're busy, but I thought you'd like to talk." Iolande's voice held a persuasion in it, as if to sell the idea to Soranik Natu, that confiding in her must be a wondrous idea. . There was, perhaps, an underlying need for her to talk, that she had projected on to Soranik. However, she recognized that impassioned look in her eyes. "I, a brother, and you, a partner."

"Talk? Why?" Soranik turned to face Iolande, and Iolande had thinned her lips as she pressed them together. It was eerily quiet, the scent of death around them. She was often not the type to seek out another for comfort, let alone the type to offer comfort to someone unfamiliar to her. There was a grace about the Korugan Lantern, however, that had managed to hold the interest of the Princess. There were many things admirable about the noble way she held her posture, the composed way she handled the death of her partner, and the way she carried that anger in her eyes. An impassioned surgeon and honourable warrior, like a knight from a fairy tale. Iolande's eyes were given life as she spoke, folding her arms across her abdomen, tightening the fabric against her for warmth and appropriativeness. The two would form a bond, Iolande thought, and she'd gain a closeness to this woman that she found so fascinating, this emerald knight.

Had she been anything but a royal, she'd know this was the time to put her hand on the surgeon's shoulder. The woman remained an island in her stance, no matter how much space Iolande closed between them.

"I will find whoever's responsible for his death. Then," Soranik's fist clenched, and she once again broke her gaze from Iolande's. She looked ahead with an angry determination. "I will lay him to rest." Her statement was convincing and incredibly believable, so much that Iolande had absolute pity for whomever had been responsible for such a horrific deed. The wrath of this woman was not something one would want to awaken, and yet, here it was. In front of Iolande, like a storm that she was completely safe from, yet curious to arouse in her direction, for reasons she could not explain.

"Is that all?" She questioned, and Soranik's voice raised in response.

"No. Whoever killed my partner killed your brother. His death is mine to atone for, too. I shall not rest until I have my hands on those responsible."

Iolande's eyes held no surprise, but only a deep acknowledgment and a subtle gleam of approval and gratitude. She had loved her brother, though there had not been a time that they were particularly close since their youth spent in the palace. They were socialized quite differently, and had different paths to take in life.

Who would have known that this was where his path would lead him?

"Now, please excuse me." Soranik pushed past the Princess, the glowing green coffin trailing behind her as she flew out of the palace. Iolande watched her leave, her chest tight, and the tips of her fingers suddenly quite cold.

One day, she hoped the two could learn much from each other. She just needed to keep the surgeon's attention for more than a few minutes. She knew the woman would be impressed with her.