Post by Fiona d'Anwar on Apr 20, 2008 22:22:54 GMT -5
Lady Fiona d’Anwar
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'3"
Race: D’Angeline (Azzalese)
Home province: Azzale
Natale: 13th week of autumn
Description:
Fiona is a tiny thing with wide blue-grey eyes. Her hair is a soft brown that lightens under the summer sun to a dirty blonde, and it usually kept tied back from her face. She usually wears heels to bolster her 5 feet and 3 inches, and moves with grace and poise.
History:
The d’Anwar estate is in southern Azzalle, based around a large oak plantation. During the war, the estate suffered as the tax-strapped Crown demanded material for shipbuilding without fair compensation. Fiona’s parents were more than happy to support the war effort, especially with their eldest in the thick of fighting, but it left the family with little money. Tyson returned home, but tragically had taken a blow to the head that diminished his mental faculties to that of a ten year old. It was both a miracle and a cruel twist of fate that he had survived.
Until Tyson returned home, the second and youngest child Fiona had been granted quite a bit of liberty. Though she learned the business, she also travelled to study at the university in Tiberium, and was about to leave for the City to study at the Academy. Her trip to the City was delayed for a few years as the family coped with the change in Tyson. Though he will still inherit, Tyson will never truly be a baron. Fiona knows that she will have to return when her parents pass on to run the estate, and look after her older brother. In the mean time, she needs to find employment to help pay for tuition.
Update: Fiona has found employment with Lady Kristiana Aiatas de Trevalion.
NPC:
Tyson d’Anwar
Age/Gender/Race: 25/Male/D’Angeline
Description: A handsome young man, Tyson has dirty blond hair and blue eyes that sparkle with childish mischief. He stands at about 5’10”, and has a slender build. He is quite obviously Fiona’s brother. If he were fifteen years younger, he would be described as a happy child, always smiling if a bit slow. The memories of him loom large in Fiona’s thoughts.