Lady Estil Navegant
A sharp mind is as sharp as any blade.
Description: While certainly not prim, there is an air of efficient propriety to her with her wavy chestnut hair perfectly, if simply, coiffed. Thick and long, the rich brown locks are laced with just enough warm gold and red to avoid being rendered mousy. Her eyes are a murky hazel, nominal in appeal but with a seemingly bottomless, sharp quality that belies the many indescribable things they may have seen. She has a heart-shaped faced retaining the slightly cherubic nature of youth with skin fair and largely unblemished. The tips of her long, finely boned fingers seem permanently ink-stained, but are otherwise kept well-manicured and neat.
Personality: Estil is a decently good woman. She believes in what she does, in the strength of Navegant and her family. She is kind when she can be, but harsh when she needs to be, and gentle when she wants to be. The very essence of what makes a good matriarch of a family, fair, but stern. In this she takes after her father, not exactly approving of her younger brother's hesitancy of taking up the reigns of leadership or her younger sister trying to play soldier or Sword, but accepts the fact that at least if they're happy, so is she. While she displays a hefty amount of experience in the political arena, a passion of her's is history. Theology, the occult, linguistics, anything that can be learned, she wishes to learn. She cannot carry a sword, but knowledge can be, if not more, just as powerful.
Background: Estil knew that she would never rule after Valors passed on, even with Turo's lack of interest being Admiral of the fleet. It wasn't so much resignation to the fact of simply accepting that she will have to do something else to make herself stand out. She wasn't a fighter by any stretch of the imagination, but she was smart. A sharp mind to match her scathing wit. If nothing less, she would make herself a powerful opponent in the realm of politics.
So she poured herself into the academics, or ruling an estate. While she might never be Countess, she could hope to at least assist whoever became Count. There may be a bit of resentment at the fact that she was passed over, but love for her family usually wins out. Dogedly pragmatic as the rest of the children, she's used to fending for herself and relying on her wits.
While she was content to stay in Escuma, she felt somewhat left out when her father requested Turo to Arx, with her sister Regla, who she often bickered with, followed after him a month or so later. This left Estil in Escuma alone. Eventually this solitude got the better of her, and thinking that her two siblings would do well with her calm hand, decided to head to Arx herself, seeking out her family to bring prestige to the Navegant name.