[hider=Isabella] [center][img]https://safebooru.org//images/1187/e8daf61c68f0030ad268bbe43c5213d97884c179.jpg?1237171[/img][/center] [color=ed145b]"....! O-oh...h-hello. I am I-Isabella."[/color] [color=ed145b] [B]Name:[/B][/color] Princess Isabella Raerith Calder, First princess of the Raerith Monarchy. [color=ed145b][B]Race:[/B][/color] Human. [color=ed145b][B]Age:[/B][/color] 20 [color=ed145b][B]Gender:[/B][/color] Female [color=ed145b][B]Appearance:[/B][/color] If there was one thing people would agree on, is that at first glance Isabella fits the word 'Princess' almost too perfectly. Standing at five seven, the somewhat taller than average girl has had a fairly good upbringing. Education, appearance, decorum, manners. All of it, and she very much looks the part. Her skin is free of blemishes and many would consider her to be fairly attractive. That said, most would be easily able to tell she isn't comfortable in the armor she is wearing. In truth, the object while well-crafted, is ill suited for one such as herself who has never worn anything other than fancy dresses in her life. [color=ed145b][b]Personality[/b][/color] At first glance, many would assume Isabella acts as she looks - the perfect princess. She always seems to carry an heir of grace and nobility around her, and seems to always act with a measure of decorum and purpose. She is incredibly polite in her mannerisms and seems to follow many of the expected customs of her homeland, the Raerith Monarchy. While this does ring true on some level, truthfully Isabella is a bit on the socially anxious side. While she doens't stutter over her words and most of the time she is capable of keeping a calm, level headed facade - more often than not on the inside she's a bundle of nerves and indecision [color=ed145b][B]History:[/B] [/color] Isabella, is the middle child of the current rulers of the Raerith Monarchy - named after the first founder of it who long ago united some warring tribes through a long, bloody war campaign. Needless to say, she's had an interesting life growing up. And by interesting, I could equate it to being absolutely boring. The Raerith monarchy is a very conservative realm, and heavily religious as far as their internal politics and beliefs go. They value the strength of ones sword arm, honor in combat, and value chivalry and traditional knight-hood above all else. In the realm, the magic and supernatural are seen as trickster-like spirits with impish intentions, or downright evil at worst. Isabella was brought up both believing all of these things as well as how to be a good princess and follow all the decorum expected of one. Isabella didn't mind. How could she not? She didn't know of any other way of life. Unlike her older and younger brothers, she wasn't allowed outside of the castle grounds save for visiting the extravagant central monastery for church service and occasional outings to a evening ball at some nobles house. She spent most of her time growing up exploring the gardens, making occasional appearances at public events and being heavily educated by her tutors. Her life continued as such for most of her life, until she turned 18 when she stumbled upon something in the families personal archives... A book. About magic. Anyone versed in the field would realize a number of unnatural things about the book, but Isabella being as naive as she was about the topic, only was fascinated by it. The book was old, bound in fading leather with odd symbols engraved onto either cover. Seeing the book sparked a curiosity she didn't know she had, so she took it from the archives and brought it back to her room, and hid it. She knew if she was found with it she'd be in more than a little trouble. Two years went by as she tried to unravel its mysteries. Many say she changed quite a bit in that time - instead of simply going about her day to day and simply accepting her studies she picked up a rather intense fascination for old languages as well as began asking a few questions that could have gotten her into trouble had her parents heard her asking them. She didn't even tell her personal maid who she considered to be her best friend at the time. Eventually though, the secrets came out and she was confronted by her parents. Needless to say, she's lucky to have not gotten the executioners axe. Instead, she was exiled under the pretense she had volunteer to both explore the wild lands outside of the continent. So her and around fifteen volunteers left with her. [color=ed145b][B]Weapons:[/B][/color] [color=ed145b][B]Magic:[/B][/color] [b]Blood Draw[/b] Blood Draw is exactly as its name states. It allows the user to draw spilled blood to them. A basic art of the Life Drain magics, and all must start here when attempting to learn. She can draw blood to her as long as it's in a few feet radius and make use of it. [b]Blood Stitching[/b] A spell designed not to heal, but rather to keep someone fighting regardless of wounds. The blood stitches wounds together, staunching the flow of their own blood and invigorating the bodies healing processes. This is somewhat uncomfortable for the one being healed...at first. Some liken it to having the skin 'crawl'. Subsequent uses, starts to have a euphoric effect on the one being healed. She mostly uses this on herself, when she has need of it as the art is usually looked down upon. [color=ed145b][B]Other Inventory:[/B][/color] [/hider] [center][h3]~NPC entourage~[/h3][/center] Kinsey Henshaw - Male, mid twenties. Trained guard. Laid back, tends to shirk work but reliable. Mervyn Wilikn - Male, early thirties, Blacksmith. Grumpy old man, basically. Tripp Waldron - Male, Trained guard. Late thirties. Likes drinking. Prescott Harker - Male, Trained guard. Early Twenties. Likes exploring and eagerly volunteered. Edith Synge - Female, early twenties cartographer. Excitable and curious. Lana Ayriss - Female, late teens. Street rat that volunteered. Good with sneaky things. Valora Dibben - Female, Trained Guard. Late twenties. A bit on the serious no-sense of humor side.