Choice 1:
You are a strong young man, approaching the prime of life, who has lived through much danger. You have more than once kept a cool head while others with less at stake have panicked. You are the pretender to the throne, many say the rightful ruler of Dorganath, but you have had to give way to Queen Berengaria the Fey. Your manly bearing and feats of arms have won you the support of the soldiery, many of whom mistrust the queen's strange customs. You have survived many plots against your life and have never betrayed your people, though on occasion the temptation was strong. You proved that you can rule with a rod of iron when you bloodily crushed a rebellion which began on your own estates in the north of the country. You are a champion of the oppressed, of all those who have been cheated of their due, and all those who resent the wealth of the arrogant Monsaljans, largely founded on Dorgomen's metals.
Nobody knows your name. When you joined the strange priesthood of Toljan as a stripling acolyte, you gave up everything, even your birthright. This sacrifice came easily, for you felt the calling of the god Toljan strongly, so much so that your zeal was soon appreciated was soon appreciated by those above you in the rigid, many-tiered command structure of the priesthood with all its rites, observances and an etiquette so complicated as to trip up all but the most dedicated and sincere aspirants. You rose quickly within the ranks of the priesthood that is the backbone of Dorgoman society. Toljan is one of the old gods, you teach that only through adversity will people learn compassion and the strength to defend themselves against aggressors. Now that you have become Hierophant, the undisputed representative of Toljan on Orb, the religiously inclined will flock to your banner. Your teachings have prepared the people for just such a time of trial as is now upon them. Many see you as a dark saint and you know that you can steel the spirit of your people.
You were not born into a royal family, rather you are the daughter of a High Priest of the Temple to Nemesis at the city of the Dwellings of the Fey on the shores of the Sea of the Star. You, a great beauty and a cunning schemer, won the heart of the old king of Dorganath, the Black Prince's father, Dagronelt III. You were his second wife; Lars the Dorgomans' mother was poisoned before you knew her, but it irked you that the king still thought often of her. Using your wiles, you supplanted her place in his affections even to the point where Dagronelt could not bear the sight of his own son by his former marriage. You gave the order to slay The Black Prince but each time through courage and skill he eluded the assassins' barbs. When Dagronelt repented and ended his son's exile, you slew him as he slept. Such are your skills as an enchantress and your knowledge of character that you have maintained your grip on the country even though you are a foreigner. You have entertained many suitors from your realm and abroad, but now you are truly the Matchless Queen, matchless in power and matchless in that you will not marry, for it is the thought of gaining power as your husband that enslaves men to you, like bees around a honeypot. You have grown wise in statecraft and have lived through many a storm. Your cunning and strength can lead the Dorgomen of your adopted country to victory.