Lady Ophne Acheron
...what a beautiful name for a baby girl.
Social Rank: 5
Concept: Unruly Whelp
Marital Status: Single
Vocation: Game warden
Hair Color: Blue Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Skintone: Pale Moonlight
Description: A deepset frown has taken up residence on Ophne's features and refuses to leave. The same beleaguered expression lingers in moments of rest and perfect contentment. Family members say that even as a sleeping infant, Ophne looked like she was about to punch somebody in the face. Athletically cut from frequent overland treks through forested regions in the North, the raven-haired beauty's default expression is not the only formidable thing about her. She really does look like she's got a decent right hook.
Personality: The truth of the world comes easily to Ophne and she doesn't always know when to hold back commentary. Thinking she's being constructive or witty, she'll say a hurtful thing and upon seeing the look the other person's face, come to regret it instantly. However frequent, Ophne putting her foot in her mouth is easy to overlook or forgive. She's much too hasty to hold onto any kind of meaningful negativity and it shows. There's a distinction between being heartless and accidentally using your heart, y'know, a little bit less.
Background: Ophne is a sharp punctuation mark on the seemingly endless brood of Lord Rognan Nightgold and his Lycene bride. Born well after her mother and father were even thought to have shared a marital bed, the imposition of Ophne's care was mostly shrugged off to Stonedeep nannies and wetnurses. Brought up without very many boundaries, it's no wonder Ophne inevitably caused offense.
During a days-long religious festival held in celebration of the year's mining bounty, Ophne deeply offended a transient shaman and prompted the old woman to curse her right where she stood! Well, she's pretty sure it was a curse. She doesn't exactly have an ear for cheesy spoken word poetry. As punishment, she was sent to live with her 'equally troublesome older sister.' Their mother's words, not Ophne's.
That Ophne should enter into a Discipleship was Rhea's grand idea. It was the Marquessa's reasoning that, in addition to it looking great on paper for her personally, some anti-poacher patrols with the Petrichorians might humble her little sister. Ophne was even sent to the lands donated to the Faith by Acheron's vassal house. How fitting, Rhea had said! After a few months with little improvement, Ophne was summoned to heel in Arx.
|Ian||She hasn't run screaming yet. So she's either brave, or foolish.|
|Mabelle||A young lady, smart for her age, does not seem averse to winter.|
|Porter||I probably wouldn't use the term 'ray of sunshine' to describe Lady Ophne Acheron! But still, I think there's a layer of humor under all of the scowling. And prickliness! And the scowling. Somewhere, someplace. Maybe.|
|Zoey||Eager to get to work where she sees work to be done, but wise enough to seek the council of those with more experience. The bards will have a song about her one day.|