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Lady Azova Darkwater

A positive attitude can be as healing as medicine, although I wouldn't recommend a treatment that left either out.

Social Rank: 6
Concept: Selfless Mercy
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Darkwater
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Mercy
Height: 5'6"
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Cerulean
Skintone: Fair

Description: There is a subtly elfin quality to Azova's features: high, thinly angled bones, with a delicate point to her chin and her nose a pert snub. Her hair is fine, too, a silky fall of amber, gossamer and straight. Her eyes are large and bright, a clear blue whose brilliance suggests sea and sky in the frame of thick, pale eyelashes. Her mouth is thin and pink, and the apples of her cheeks flush with some frequency due to the treachery of her fair, fair skin. Prone to alert, gazelle-like stillness, Azova can often be seen looking up and away, listening, before plunging into a dynamic flurry of activity, leading with swift certainty in her slim, long-fingered hands.

Personality: Azova’s roots are idealistic and ingenuous, a native optimism that simply could not survive the trials of reality, but they linger beneath a surface that life has hardened. She sees the best in people, and lavishes hope upon the world in the keen desire to shape it, change it, into something better than it is. That doesn’t mean she is blind to what is, but chooses to live in a world that she can effect, and focuses instead on what could be. She has a battlefield medic’s mouth — or a sailor’s, take your pick — and though her warmth and optimism shine like beacons from her eyes, it’s rare that she can get through a conversation delving into the startlingly profane. It’s easy to think that a kind woman is soft, but Azova is anything but: even-tempered and generous though she is, this is layering over a spine of solid steel. Her smile may be sweet, but that never made her less of a force to be reckoned with.

Background: Azova was a treasured daughter who grew up with the pampered life of a noble and yet found it left her empty and cold. Instinctively conscious of her privilege even at a young age, she observed her family’s place in the world with a certain level of native uncertainty for its justice, and focused hard on her studies with the seraph on anything that she could learn that might justify her position. So it was not that surprising, as she blossomed into an earnest, educated young woman, that she blossomed into one with a keen desire to find ways to give back to the world and to help others.

Well-intentioned idealism is not the only pathway to the physicians’ guild and the Mercies of Lagoma, but it is a well-traveled one, and there were friends and mentors to help guide Azova on her way. With the support of her family and a dewy-eyed hope about the future, Azova ventured forth to Arx. During the Silent War, she cut her teeth on battle, and saw horrors that quenched her initial idealized version of being a battlefield medic in blood and terror. Others might have wilted back and sought a quieter life, a quieter service, when subjected to such early trauma in their career, but not Azova. She was a noblewoman, a daughter of House Darkwater, a lover of Lagoma, and above all other things, a healer. She had studied to be a doctor where she was most needed, and this was a trial by fire that left her with grim determination to succeed.

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