Lady Rey Laveer
If I say only one prayer a day, may it be "Thank you."
Description: She's a slip of a thing at a glance, pale as milk with the look of someone who takes to their bed more than leaves it. In movement though, in speech and action, Rey's a vibrant young woman. Lambent sea-green eyes shine in a heart-shaped face. Her features are finely sketched and well-defined, framed by the white gold splendor of thick hair. She keeps those heavy waves tamed in pinned braids against her head most of the time, with only loose strands teased free to set off the soft curves of cheeks and lips. Though small and slight, she holds herself like a taller creature, and is as quick and dextrous as might be expected from someone her size.
Personality: Rey is as fluid as the ocean that birthed her. Raised by a family that chooses its members, she's confident through knowing that she is wanted and loved; deeply loyal as a result, she is devoted to duty and the ideals of fidelity. Encouraged in her studies, she is bright and perceptive, curious as the day is long, and dedicated to the improvement of her skills in the healer's arts. Too much like water to manage stubbornness, she fights only to save lives. In those moments there is no more dangerous a warrior, as fierce and true in her devotion to life as she is to her faith.
But are times when she drifts and seems to hear a call no one else can detect. In these moments she's pulled to seashore and surf, becoming distant, inconstant as the ever-changing moon.
Background: One of Laveer's foundlings, she was adopted into the county's ruling family after being castaway from a shipwreck, washing up on their shores clinging to a scrap of wood with her mother. Her mother did not survive but Rey, then only 7, did pull through and was dubbed Laveer when a cursory search didn't turn up any other family. She flourished in the garden of the family's faith and dedication to duty and learning. Early on she developed her passion for the healing arts and they encouraged her in these studies, and her own dedication to the Mercies of Lagoma. The local chapter accepted the girl as soon as she came of age, as she had already served an apprenticeship under their senior members and knew her craft well. Since that time, she has served her patron and adopted "father", the Count, with all of the fierce devotion she can muster... a surprising amount, given that she be but small.