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Princess Avaline Velenosa

Anything can be a weapon when drawn on the proper battlefield.

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Trendy Tactitian
Fealty: Velenosa
Family: Velenosa
Gender: female
Marital Status: married
Age: 24
Birthday: 2/19
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Knight
Height: average height
Hair Color: white
Eye Color: sapphire
Skintone: fair

Description: A critical evaluation of the young woman would describe her form as compact and efficient; petite in height, and comprised almost entirely of lean muscle. Though softer in their construction, her facial features seem similarly sculptured; high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a delicate aquiline nose. Avaline’s full lips rest naturally upturned, giving the sense of a constant secretive smile, which only amplifies the curious spark in her eyes. Her hair is a nod to fashion and function, the great length of the large soft curls of hair swept off her neck in braids and twists, yet never managing to fully confine the long bangs that frame her face.

Personality: Possessing of a certain quiet grace, Avaline is a bright spirit. Quick to smile and easy to laugh, she finds joy in the simple things in her life. She's sociable and tends to bond quickly and is eager to hug and embrace close friends. She manages an air of propriety, even in the most Lycene of settings, and despite her jovial nature is quick to take charge and is very quick to shut down any signs of disrespect.

Background: Avaline often heard stories about the winter storm that blew the day that she was born, one chilly February night. Never one to wait for long, she arrived early, while her mother was still on business in Farhaven. Snowed in from the storm, she came into the world defiantly screaming out her protests, fists clenched in her tiny fury with hair as white as the snow that cascaded outside. So that was how she came to spend her first months in Arvum in Oathlands, until finally she was old enough to travel back home. Time back in Granato was typical of a southerner of her station.

From a very young age she took a great interest in strategy games, and began looking in earnest into the history of wars and great strategists. Many war games were set up with her siblings, games of strategy and tactics. Eventually she began to see herself as the general of all of her sisters and brother, and it turned into a very real interest in becoming one in earnest.

Of course becoming a general isn't something that is just handed to young women, so as she grew older she knew she would have to be a soldier. She trained with her blades as surely as she honed her craft as a strategist, and over time she really did find that she had a knack for it. She squired from a young age, until finally when she came of age swore her oaths as a knight. It was her calling, and her life's passion. She quickly made a name for herself in small skirmishes as a talented fighter, adaptable and ferocious. She eventually gained true renown as a commander when she picked up the banner of a fallen commander, while surrounded by enemies. Outnumbered and outmatched by a much larger force of shavs than they had been expecting, Ava pulled the remaining soldiers back, only to press forward once more when she'd found more favorable conditions.

Her victory was well regarded and earned her the attention of a young Velenosian prince. It was a whirlwind romance, and perhaps due to her own renown in the previous battle she was allowed to marry into the family where she continued her service as a Lycene Knight-Princess, serving to drive back the silence in her own campaigns, enjoying the brief respite to birth two children of her own, and with the new threats looming from Darkwater, Avaline finds herself travelling to Arx with her children to reuinte with her siblings, and assist the increasingly disparate situation bearing down upon them.

Relationship Summary

  • Echo - My dear sweet baby sister who I adore
  • Apollis - my darling brother
  • Astraea - the fierce older twin
  • Amarantha - the entertaining younger twin
  • Name Summary