Description: An athletic musculature on a wiry frame makes up the core of Averie. She has long, flaxen blonde hair that ends at mid-back, the tips slightly darker than the roots. Her cornflower blue eyes are a dominating feature of her face, fiercely angelic, but the thin slash of her mouth makes apparent the determined nature deep within. Her nose bridge is small, ending with a pert tip, and her face shape is a sensible oval.

Personality: Averie is not the shrinking violet her parents expected of her namesake. As a young child, she was always the first into a chamber or garden, toddling along with her hands stretched out, reaching for what she could not yet touch. As a young woman she is much the same, albeit her movement is far more graceful.

An ardent adventurer, Averie is constantly in motion, an irrepressible force that drives for knowledge and the unknown once she has a vestige of what she might be looking for. There is no barrier or obstacle too great that will restrain her quest for understanding the great mysteries of the world.

Background: Of a lesser known noble family of Ashfords, Averie is the youngest of five. Her father, Wilheim Ashford, was known as a great explorer in his time. He would often return from places far afield with stories and trinkets for each of this children. Averie was the unvoiced favorite, the apple of her father's eye. This created some consternation and jealousy amongst the other children, particularly the eldest son.

It came to pass that all the best tutors and mentors in the world could not keep Averie contained, whether by physical or mental measures. She was a dreamy-eyed child, always ruminating over foreign lands through a window while her frustrated tutor approached with a pointer stick keeping tempo with the palm of his hand. To keep her solidly grounded in the present became a source of aggravation for many. On other occasions she would simply be missing, having disappeared into the woods or down a curve in the river where it was dangerous to tread.

Upon adulthood, Averie began traveling with her father and his ship to different lands. There was always something new to see and experience, and like an addict she could not stay on shore. Afraid for her daughter's well-being, Averie's mother saw to it that an arranged marriage was quickly sorted to a fellow of a more grounded disposition. Thus, Averie returned home to land and reluctantly took her place as a bridge for a fellow that better belonged permanently in a library stacking books; this was not the dashing pirate captain she would have preferred. Chaos ensued after the wedding, and the rest is unfortunately still playing out.