Basics
Name: Averena Eldmont, Royal Princess of Lysoria
Nicknames: Avi, Vera
Age: 24
Height: 5'3
Hair Color: White
Hair Style: Long, wavy
Eye Color: Golden
Species: Human
Personality
Overall: Calm and controlled on the outside, the princess is usually an expert at masking her true emotions. She is a driven perfectionist who does not take failure or criticism well. She yearns to become a better ruler than her own parents, known for her own name rather than the offspring of the current rulers.
Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic
Introverted or Extroverted: Extroverted
How do they want to be seen by others: The perfect ruler, one loved by all who accomplishes much for her kingdom.
How do they see themselves: A capable ruler who won't let her emotions get the beset of her
How are they seen by others: The perfect princess, the heir to the throne. The face of beauty itself, as graceful as the goddess. She seems compassionate and caring as she often inquires into others, although her main goal is to learn from them rather than simple good nature. Some may see through this and see her as a manipulative, spoiled princess that's just like all the other nobles.
Strongest character trait: Determination
Weakest character trait: Insecurity
How competitive are they: Extremely
Impulsive: No
Reaction to praise/criticism: She acts humble when receiving praise, but does love it. She despises criticism and often takes it as an attack upon herself.
Greatest fear: Failure, losing her title to her half-brother
Likes: Herbology, astrology, reading
Dislikes: Criticism, restrictions, romance novels
Relationships
- Thalrik Eldmont, The King of Lysoria
- A stone cold man who rules with an iron fist, it's difficult to ever guess what he is thinking. He is a man of a few words
- Inherited the throne when he was a teeneger, after the sudden passing of his parents.
- Isolde Eldomnt, The Queen of Lysoria
- The crown has bore its weight on the queen in full force, often exhausted. The woman hardly gets a moment to herself with all the duties she attends to, perhaps to keep her mind busy more than anything
- Nyssara Arvendale, The Concubine
- Concubine to His Highness, Nyssara has resided in the castle since her son was born
- While crueler people exist in the world, she is still not someone one would describe as necessarily 'kind' though she hardly raises a hand to the staff anymore
- Lucerne Eldmont, The Half-Brother
- The king's only son and half-brother to the princess, Lucerne is a teenage boy with a fascination in magic
- Lirael of Eldmont, The Maidservant
- Personal maidservant to the princess for most of her life
- Lost her life to illness a few years ago
- Doranth Senith, The Royal Knight
- One of the knights apart of the royal guard, he attempted to train the princess
- Valen Calithorn, The Princess's Advisor
- The closest thing the princess would consider the friend, following her fallen maidservant, would be Valen. He essentially raised the princess and has guided her through most of her life
- The princess consults him on almost everything
Level-headed, cool, and confident, the princess embodies grace and beauty, the perfect vision of royal composure. Yet beneath that serene exterior, she keeps herself tightly guarded, building walls to protect herself from the wolves encircling her– those hungry for the power and privilege the throne promises. Avi learned far too young that trust was a fragile thing, easily exploited by those seeking benefit from her position. Knights, nobles, servants, and even trusted mentors fawn over the woman, not out of genuine loyalty, but because of what
she may do for
them. She now understands their flattering words and gracious displays are all meaningless. Betrayed by those close to her, isolated by her parents' coldness, and left to navigate a world she didn't choose but must master, the princess once harbored a deep anger. But more than that, her determination became her strongest weapon. If the kingdom wanted a perfect princess, she would give them exactly that. Vera committed herself to becoming a ruler who would surpass her parents, outshine their legacies, and astonish her people. She learned to play the role flawlessly, concealing her emotions behind an unshakable mask. The fiery feelings that once raged within her now lie buried, embers of resentment quietly smoldering as she wears the crown of the perfect princess, student, lady– as graceful as the goddess herself, or so they say.
All that matters to Averena now is control– over herself, her environment, her destiny. Criticism, however, remains her blind spot. Having never been bluntly insulted or questioned, she lacks the tools to handle it. While privileged, she would never consider herself spoiled, though her stubbornness and drive can border on arrogance when she sets her sights on a goal. Avi is not above using her influence in subtle, sometimes questionable ways to ease her insecurities or to feed her ego, though she rarely oversteps her position. Her fear of how others perceive her– as a ruler, daughter, a woman of the crown– runs deep, and she cannot tolerate failure. Perfectionism governs her and she holds herself, and those around her, to impossibly high standards. Though rarely cruel, she can become irritable when the weight of her responsibilities wears her down. Her emotions are locked away, revealing themselves only when she chooses.
Vera's relationship with her parents, the rulers of the kingdom, is fraught with complexity. They gave her life, a home, and countless opportunities, preparing her in every conceivable way for her future role. Yet there were numerous instances where they were less than kind in their own ways. The Queen would unleash venomous barbs in front of the royal court, while her father showed complete indifference when she expressed her grief over the loss of her maidservant to illness. The King and Queen exerted every ounce of their power to mold the princess into a predetermined shape–the ideal heir to the throne. Averena cannot quite remember when her feelings of resentment began, nor when that resentment deepened into spite. But she does recall the moment she solidified her resolve to outshine her predecessors. The King has kept several concubines over the years, though only one has remained by his side– the only one who bore him another child, a son. Not yet a man but only a few short years from adulthood, he is sometimes treated as if he were the king's only child. On more than one occasion, the man behind the crown has coerced the princess to act according to his wishes by threatening to name the boy as heir instead. Vera has done her best not to resent the child– after all, he had no part in the machinations of court. Yet beneath the surface, she can still feel that dark, buzzing sensation just under her skin.
Under the mounting pressure, the princess pushed herself to the bink, pouring every ounce of energy into her studies. She even began training with one of the royal knights, though her swordsmanship remained rudimentary at best. If Avi wasn't consulting one of the royal scholars or Valen, she was immersed in the yellowed pages of countless books. Her thirst for knowledge was boundless, as she delved into various subjects with the intent of expanding her knowledge to the far reaches of the world. Often, she would overwork herself to the point of illness. However, magic was the one topic she intentionally avoided. Her half-brother was fixated on it, obsessively honing his skills. For reasons she couldn't fully explain, magic left a bitter taste in her mouth. The closest she ever came to it was through a handful of distillations and brews, more akin to herbology than the arcane arts. Avi preferred the study of medicinal plants, and while she spent a few occasions in the alchemist's lab within the mage's tower, her heart truly belonged to the gardens. The princess developed a deep fascination with nocturnal flora– plants that only bloomed at night or under rare astrological conditions. This love for botany extended into an interest in astrology, and many nights she could be found hidden among the flowers, gazing at the stars. Her passion led to the construction of a private greenhouse within the royal gardens, a sanctuary where she could cultivate both her botanical and astrological studies in peace.
Eager to observe the stars more closely, the princess began designing a small portable telescope, modeled after the grand contraption in the mage's tower. That one was an imposing metal structure, filled with intricate layers of lenses that shifted in and out with each turn of a dial. Vera had nearly completed her prototype when the king and queen, tired of her 'unproductive' pursuits, had her work destroyed and forbade her from continuing. It wasn't that her efforts lacked value– her invention simply didn't align with their expectations of securing a suitor. This was the conclusion she came to, at least, because rather than discuss the matter her greenhouse had been desecrated by royal decree. It was a silent dismissal, the king's way of handling things– quietly erasing them without explanation. It was a pattern the princess had grown tired of enduring.
That was the moment something inside Averena snapped– a fragile thread finally torn by too much strain. The details after discovering her ruined greenhouse were hazy. She remembered little at first. When she woke, her body ached, her skin felt scorched and raw, as though she had been plunged into boiling water. The exhaustion was suffocating. It wasn't long before she learned what had happened. The gardens, her sanctuary, had been utterly destroyed by her hand– blackened and burned beyond recognition. No one could explain exactly how it unfolded; witnesses only reported a sudden disturbance, a flash of blinding light, following a fire sweeping through the once-celebrated grounds. The gardens, renowned throughout the region for their splendor, would have to be completely replanted. Luckily, the fire had been controlled before it would strike the castle. The court did its best to conceal the princess's involvement, but the truth was undeniable and rumor was a strong thing. As soon as she recovered enough to stand, the decision was made: she was to be sent to the academy to train her magic. The idea that Avid had lost control, that she had
failed, was a devastation that upended her world for a few days, though she is determined now more than ever to regain control of herself.