Description: Having grown into herself, the fair Margot remains the picture of Thraxian virtue and beauty, if more composed and mature than in her younger years. Her long, rich blonde hair often finds itself braided severely, or gathered on the head in simple, modest styles. Her large cerulean eyes are every bit as cool as the northern seas of her homeland, with glints of secrets and knowledge hidden in their depths. Her high cheekbones and slender chin give her face an elfin severity that can be both stunning and intimidating in turn easing only on the occation a smile graces her lips. Her lovely frame, slender and graceful, moves with a reserved confidence and certainty of self without imposing upon others. When she speaks, her voice is silvery and able to shift from commanding to enchanting without raising above an intimate volume.

Personality: Margot is the soul of survival. She gauges any situation, quickly, with a sharp and capable mind, and determines the best way to weave her way through it, coming out on top more often than not. So ingrained into her being, she does it with simple social gatherings or chance encounters, as well as any courtly or political event. She waits and plans, approaching with disarming charm once she's calculated the most effective approach. She tends to be unfailingly polite, especially to men of House Thrax, subservient, though not completely submissive- it has just often been the mask she's worn most often for her own survival. Despite her past she shows little grief, but she is extremely careful, reserved, and calculating until she has a handle on potential gain.

Background: Some nobles are raised to meet the expectations of their house out of pride or obligation, striving to be the perfect scion cast in the mold of their ancestors. Lady Margot Tyde, on the other hand, was raised believing that her life literally depended upon how well she could hold up to the Thraxian ideal for a noblewoman. Her father, Duke Titus Tyde, was the second most powerful noble inside the Mourning Isles and rebelled against his liege, Prince Donrai Thrax. As little more than a child, she remembers the utter destruction of her house as House Thrax crushed her family, putting everyone she knew and loved to the sword... save her. As her family's holdings passed to the control of House Thrax, and its vassals all bent the knee, no explanation was ever offered for why her life was spared. It was made privately clear that she would be raised as a ward of House Thrax and her continued status as both a noble and non-corpse was largely dependent upon her behavior.

But Lady Margot Tyde is certainly a survivor. To survive, she relentless pursued Thrax's ideal for noblewomen. A true lady of Thrax is the charming diplomat, the convincing apologist for Thraxian excesses that wins concessions where brutish threats fail. A true lady of Thrax skillfully supports the lords and sways others to the cause, but demurs from wielding political power in her own hand. A true lady of Thrax disarms foes with clever games of charm, needing no other weapons. A true lady of Thrax should be ambitious for the success of her house, with a carefully cultivated fire, even as she defers the prizes to men. All this was expected of her, and Lady Margot became what she needed to be, never giving a single dangerous hint of the sort of desire for revenge that would have doomed her while living among the men that killed her family. She would do anything to survive. Anything to succeed.

Relationship Summary

Acquaintance:

Alessandra - You deserve better

Niccolo - Blunt Conversationalist

Alarie - Mistress of the Cloth

Eugine - Dead and Forgotten

Friend:

Calista - Gal Pal

Edain - Trustworthy

Gideon - I feel safer with you here.

Family:

Denica - Uncertain

Valerius - .....

Jaenelle - Ray of Sunshine

Dagon - Husband and Partner

Victus - My liege.

Donella - Sister in every way.

Donrai - A shadow that will always linger

Abbas - It's complicated

Fatima - I've missed you so!