Post by Sophie de Trevalion on Feb 23, 2009 17:20:13 GMT -5
Name: Sophie Renée de Trevalion, Princess of the Blood
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 5”
Race: D'Angeline (Azzallese and a bit of Namarrese)
Home Province: Azzalle
Natale: 3rd week of spring
Appearance: On another’s face, Sophie’s features would lead to a soft beauty: light brown hair, eyes that flucuate between grey and green, and full soft lips. But she has a zest for life that makes her sparkle and gives her a more commanding air than her thin form might otherwise suggest. Though their colouring might be opposite, there is a definite family resemblance between Sophie and her brother Ghislain.
History: Born the second child of Léander de Trevalion and Aveline Patricé and the eldest girl, Sophie is certainly a child of Azza. Her childhood was happy and carefree, though even from a young age she was headstrong. But her father picked up on a side of his daughter that led her to be very compassionate, and when she was fifteen, she was sent south to Eisande to foster with the House of Mornay. Along with developing friendships, Sophie learned healing skills. She never had the talent of the Eisandrine around her, but Sophie found satisfaction for the work, so sheer stubbornness made up for any aptitude she missed because of her blood.
Sophie has always been a loving girl and can be quite selfless. When Ghislain returned to Tiberium after their father’s sudden death, Sophie stayed at home to keep the family stable, canceling her plans to follow Ghislain south just a few months later. While her mother looked after their small property, Sophie ran the household. Though she has never spoken of it, Sophie carries some resentment towards Ghislain for what she views as his abandonment when the family needed him the most, leaving her to shoulder responsibilities that she felt never should have been hers. Sophie remained in Azzalle until war broke out between Terre d’Ange and Khebbel-im-Akkad.
Feeling her younger sisters were old enough by then for her family to make do without her, Sophie set off for Marsilikos. It had been an impulsive and selfish decision – for her mother had come to rely on her – but like all of Sophie’s choices, once it was decided, she committed fully to her course of action. She went despite her mother’s protests and fudged her name upon arrival, becoming Sophie Patricé in order to do work that a young princess would have been spared. She helped staff the wards dedicated to the rehabilitation of injured D’Angeline soldiers, praying that she would never see her brother Ghislain appear in one of her beds. She worked very well with the soldiers, her beauty, vitality and stubbornness waking up those who had nearly given up because of their injuries.
After the war ended and the flood of injuries turned into a trickle that the permanent staff could handle, Sophie returned to her family to find her brother already home. He had returned a month before, and had taken on his responsibilities for the first time. Sophie found herself adrift, a different woman from the girl who had left. She was haunted by the memories of some of her patients and without real work at home, her mother having taken over the management of the household once more. Sophie filled her time by visiting soldiers, checking up on some of her patients, often travelling for days around Azzalle. But it wasn’t quite the same.
A year later and life changed again with the death of her cousins Augustine and Sabriel, the title of duc passing to her brother. Now she’s accompanying Ghislain to the City of Elua, to witness his oath to the Queen and perhaps find a husband. And for one with such a straightforward mind, ‘perhaps’ isn’t a comfortable thought.