[h3][COLOR=#add8e6]Character Sheet[/COLOR][/h3]
 
[B][COLOR=#add8e6]Appearance:[/COLOR][/B]

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The product of generations of gentle breeding, Princess Vera has, or at least had, not only the predisposition to beauty, but the means in which to uphold such an appearance. Prior to being led away from her home in some desperate line of invalids, she'd been quite taken up with her own vanity, as nubile girls tended to be, still new to the male attention they'd just begun to receive. She stands at a modest 5'4", with a narrowness that can be accounted to both the natural slimness she'd inherited from her mother, along with the awkward transition phase puberty had left her in. Not quite yet a woman, she still tries to hold herself with the maturity and dignity expected of her, having been taught since her girlhood how a [i]Princess[/i] ought to act, and despite the expected rebellion adolescence brought, she did well to fit the mold. Since the departure from the capitol, a change has befallen the Princess. She's taken a grim mood, and like a plague, whatever sadness or depression rots her soul, has also taken a toll on her outward appearance. Her blue eyes are cupped by purple bruises, the products of sleeplessness. Though she remains hygienic, she abandoned the intricate braids and up-dos she'd once been fond of for a simple silver-blonde braid down her back. Travelling exhausts her, but the true haunt lies not in perils of the journey, but the fear and guilt she feels from what they are escaping; the destruction of [i]her[/i] people, [i]her[/i] home, [i]her[/i] family.

[COLOR=#add8e6][B]Name:[/B][/COLOR] Princess Vera Drewery

[B][COLOR=#add8e6]Age:[/COLOR][/B] 16 years old
 
[B][COLOR=#add8e6]Personality:[/COLOR][/B] 

Most would describe the refugee Princess's presence as ghastly. Since the caravan set north, she'd grown cold and quiet. Though in the public, one might mistake her coldness to a clandestine determination, those who witnessed her privately would know the girl was far from hardened. On the contrary, she had gone completely numb from the situation, not a panicking ball of fear, but rather a unresponsive specter. She was frightened, yes, but more so that frightened, the girl was guilty. Though she had no part in the city's downfall, the escalation of such taking place throughout her childhood where she was but a terrible witness, still, as Princess, she knows that the people will look to her as their leader, the entity to which they pledge their loyalty to in exchange for protection from such horrors. Yet, she was just a girl, just as vulnerable and as helpless as these refugee children, fleeing, just as them, a great Armageddon.

The duality of her role as both a leader, and a helpless refugee, leave the girl confused and frightened of the decisions to come. She knows little outside a scholarly knowledge of where they were headed, and of what trials and tribulations were ahead. What she fears the most is what lies behind them, should they move too slowly, and her father's army fall too quickly. The idea of capture brings the girl nightmares, and her own mortality dawns on her once immortal mind. The realization that she is no longer a privileged elite, a carefree girl unknowing of the consequences of the world, brings with it only more fear and confusion for the Princess to sort through, leaving her to feel trapped in the labyrinth of fate.

[B][COLOR=#add8e6]Backstory:[/COLOR][/B] 

Vera's childhood was as normal and as utterly bizarre as you'd expect from a little royal Princess. She had no tragedy, no ultimatum or curse to steer her far from the path of being your average girl, a little more refined, a little more cultured than a peasant girl, but with no remarkable trait to seperate her besides wealth and authority. Her life was comfortable, she did her schooling and listened to her parents; so had you asked an eight year old Vera where she expected to be when she was sixteen, she'd assume she'd be looking for a husband, rather than looking for refuge.

It is rumored that the heiress had been courting a young man before the invasion had begun, however, she never speaks of such a man, and rumors were plentiful within the castle walls. The day she was told that she would be leaving the city with the caravan, the Princess had first outright refused, the youngest and only unmarried child of a bountiful line. Her sisters were to being taken with their husbands, either fleeing as well, or barricading their own estate (should that estate still [i]exist[/i] to barricade. Her brothers, those who were not within the King's service, would either remain at the castle to rule in their father's stead, or again fled in a different direction from the Princess and her parade. Now, separated from the comfort of her home, Vera must deal with the abandonment of her old life, and forge forward toward anew.
 
[COLOR=#add8e6][B]Skills and Abilities:[/B][/COLOR]

Journeyman embroidery:
Raised in a castle among other women, Vera knows plenty in regards to sewing and the related crafts.

Professional penmanship/scholarship:
Her handwriting is a lavish cursive font, a trait learned through her extensive schooling.

Journeyman communication/dialect:
She has a refined tone and an expanded vocabulary. As well, she knows a decent amount about how to influence and manipulate people through conversation.

Journeyman dance:
She knows many dances from her cultured upbringing.

Journeyman riding:
Vera's been riding since she was little, though mostly for sport, she still has a decent level of control of a horse.

Novice politician: 
Surrounded by different Lords, Advisers, and various politicians, as she's grown in age, she's also grown more aware of the appearance needed to successfully rule. Most of the knowledge lies in little bits of wisdom her father and mother have bestowed to her, but she clings desperately to those shards of knowledge now more than ever.

[B][COLOR=#add8e6]Equipment:[/COLOR][/B]

-One well-bred riding horse
-A leather bag filled with various seals, inks, and scrolls meant for official documentation
-An arctic fox-fur lined cloak, trimmed with an icy silk and threaded in a dull lavender
-Black leather riding boots
-Various small pieces of jewelry with the royal crest upon them
-A steel dagger
-Heavy woolen stockings
-A medium bag with a different set of clothes
-Her tiara is also rumored to be hidden among what belongings she keeps strapped to her horse