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Champion Bliss Whisper

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented - the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.

Social Rank: 7
Concept: Champion Courtesan
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: Whisper
Gender: female
Age: 24
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Champion Courtier
Height: 5'7"
Hair Color: sable
Eye Color: pewter
Skintone: medium beige

Titles: Disciple of Limerance

Description: Despite her loose, windspun brown curls looping around an oval face, there's something so sharp about her; a bearing that shifts from cocky to outright impudent when she's flashing a particularly challenging smile. It's a sweetly bowed mouth, and she's on the tall side (if just), with an adorably upturned nose and slender shoulders. Her graceful carriage gives her an air of delicacy anchored by athletic legs and wide hips.

Personality: Celia was never satisfied. As she's gotten older, she's discovered ways to find (fleeting) satisfaction, but her desire for a good time outstrips all. She likes fun, and irreverence, and doing whatever she wants, when she wants. No one always gets what they like, of course, and Bliss can certainly play along with social mores when it suits her. She's even patient, in a terrifyingly predatorial sort of way. She might play along for days, weeks - even years! As long as she wants the payoff badly enough, it doesn't bother her. Conversely, if something that seemed like a good, fun idea loses its lustre, she won't hesitate to drop it - forgotten just as fast as last week's breakfast. Bliss is the sort of woman who might be perplexed at someone attacking her for something she said last Tuesday. "But, that was three weeks ago!" She burns hot and hard, but once it's done (or once she's won), she is gracious with her forgiveness.

Background: The Lyceum city stats are famous for many things: dangerous women, dangerous men, wine, silk, sun, and passion in politics and swordplay, both. Bliss, nee Celia, might as well be made of all these things in equal measure. She was a quarrelsome, charming child, the only daughter of the Master at Arms serving Duke Leo Fidante('s holdings) in Tor. Her father loved his daughter, and taught her everything he knew. Everything he knew was about fighting, drinking, and wooing women. She got so good at these things that it's no surprise she ran off when her first lover (a local official) tried to find her a husband. Out drinking her frustrations away, she met a handsome swordsman on the run for killing his opponent during a duel, said forget this place, and then did.

Their torrid affair lasted right up until the time she realized he couldn't teach her any more about fencing. She dumped his ass and found herself in the borders of the Oathlands across the Lycene Split, making her way by parking herself outside the rare tavern and challenging the knights and sellswords coming out with mocking singsongs and extravagant boasting. . .all backed up by her shockingly quick swordplay and her utter lack of hesitation. Bliss, she called herself, part of some joke or rhyme that just stuck. She talked herself into a fancy party one night, flirting and flustering her way through the room to a tipsy meeting with the glowing blonde angel who seemed to be the belle of the ball. She was the best looking girl there, can you really blame a woman for stealing that kiss? That kiss on the dance floor. In front of the lovely angel's intended. Honest mistake.

You can't win all the time. After taking a serious wound to her shoulder, she had to slink away and nurse it in friendlier climes. Not able to reliably fight her way out of all the trouble she talked herself into, she had to reconsider her actions for the first unfun time in ever. So she said forget this, and came to Arx to join the Whispers. She could still sing, and she could put on quite the show against opponents who are also playing it up (and less intently thirsty for your blood). Why not get famous? That could be fun.

Relationship Summary


Deceased:
  • Everard - Bastard

  • Friend:
  • Viviana - temporary patron
  • Jhond - Whisper of Knives
  • Saedrus - Tyrant of Whispers
  • Nisaa - Dancing Whisper
  • Joslyn - More than a client.
  • Ailith - She's seen me at my worst.
  • Name Summary
    Agatha The Champion Whisper. She fights like a scamp, full of bluster, tricks, and plots. I'm going to have to watch out for her. That could trip me up but good!
    Cadenza She seems like interesting but was so quiet. I"ll have to get her when she has more wine in her maybe.
    Caspian Is there such a thing as too lovely? Too charming? If there is, Bliss Whisper would be my first example. She almost could talk me into carving a figurine of her. Almost.
    Echo Both a Champion and a Whisper, and though I can attest to the fact that she's good company, I've yet to meet her in the sparring sands. Hopefully soon!
    Fatima She makes for a perfect partner in crime. It's easy to see why she's such a well liked champion, what with charm and grace in droves.
    Faye A fascinating woman who is quite different from myself, but I have the feeling we would find quite a bit in common, if we get the chance to get to know each other better.
    Gareth Bliss of Many Various Things. A champion, courteasan, and many more things apparently. A lovely sort if you're into that sort of thing.
    Ignacio A pleasant woman, seems to be a bit quiet. Seems there is something more to this woman that meets the eye.
    Isolde As beautiful and charming as I remember. I do hope we can meet again for drinks in the future. Her letters were a pleasant surprise but her company more so.
    Jeffeth Wow. I---I--.....Wow. We need to meet again.
    Jordan I see why she has so many fans. Beyond the gorgeous physical appearance, that is. And good gods that's a lovely smile, and she carries a nifty looking rapier. I want to watch her fight. Maybe I'll learn something from the way she moves in a fight.
    Margerie Ahhh, that advocate of passion from the journals. And practicing such flirtations with the young ladies. She is gifted at the craft. I wonder how she has walked such an intense path without being burned to the bone?
    Reese A champion Whisper, she seems friendly.
    Sidney An excellent duelist -- verbally, at least, though I have no reason to doubt her sterling reputation as a swordswoman. Anyone can turn a head, but Bliss has the far more impressive ability to turn whole bodies to gravitate around her. I just need to keep her from stabbing me, and I'm sure we'll get along marvelously.
    Tyrval She is almost certainly the most attractive and charming individual to share a story of daring sticksmanship. Her fanatical and alarming fanbase is justified.