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[color=#bc001c][h3][b]Narace Lian Naïlo[/b][/h3][/color]
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[color=black][b] "The All Knowing" [/b][/color][/center][/cell][cell][indent][indent][color=#bc001c]Lian, just Lian [/color] [color=white]•[/color] [color=#bc001c] Military Advisor [/color] [color=white]•[/color] [color=#bc001c] Unknown Age [/color]  [color=white]•[/color] [color=#bc001c] Cis Female She/Her [/color]  [color=white]•[/color] [color=#bc001c] Omnisexual[/color] [color=white]•[/color] [color=#bc001c] Half-Elf [/color]    

Standing at roughly 5'6" Narace is neither small nor large compared to those she walks amongst. Years of training in her presumed young adulthood have done well to fill out her initially petite and underweight frame. Just under a solid 135 lbs, she has a slightly curvaceous body and trained eyes can see the muscle she has spent time building on her arms, legs, and torso. Narace has a light almost ivory complexion that is in stark contrast with her shoulder-length raven black hair. The round shape of her face and large doe-like eyes often give admirers false pretense about her disposition, regardless of how sour or stoic her expression might be. Perhaps the thing most damning to her career of sleuthing and intel gathering are her set of heterochromatic eyes that seem to glow, as if in competition with the stars in the night sky.

[indent][right][h3][b][color=gray]『[/color][sub][sup] "What's a king to a god?"[/sup][/sub][color=gray] 』[/color][/b][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][center][color=black][h2][sup]𝗣   𝗘   𝗥   𝗦   𝗢   𝗡   𝗔[/sup][/h2][/color][/center]
[indent][color=black][b][color=#bc001c]P [/color]E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color][/indent]
[center][b][color=#bc001c]Charismatic Dilligent Intelligent Loyal Observant [/color][/b][/center]
 [indent] Through many years of being among the courts of nobles and royals, Narace has learned much about interacting and mingling with the hard to please crowd. Slipping into the role of the charmer is something she's mastered, a welcome guest to many courts and kingdoms from her adventures of conquering ballrooms and "high society" parties. Though her charisma is not without her keen eye, and sharp mind, even the sneakiest of rogues would think twice about trying to pull one over on Narace. [/indent]

[center][b][color=bc001c]Enigmatic Harsh Secretive Violent[/color][/b][/center]
 [indent] No person is without their secrets and seemingly Narace has a bountiful amount to hide. When she is not charming her away along the floors of the ballroom or gathering secrets in darkened hallways she is far less pleasant, sometimes even coming off as harsh. Rumor has it that during sparring matches and fights her eyes glow with an intensity of a demon's and her usual composure chips away into savage violence. Though no one has really experienced this and it remains as a tale for the maids to share with the new recruits entering the guard. [/indent]


[indent][color=black][b][color=#bc001c]H[/color] A B I T S   &   Q U I R K S[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent][b][color=#bc001c]«[/color][/b] Scowling... always. [b][color=#bc001c]»[/color][/b]
[b][color=#bc001c]«[/color][/b] Sneaking up on unsuspecting people (usually/especially the royal children she likes to tease) [b][color=#bc001c]»[/color][/b][/indent][/indent]



[center][color=black][h2][sup]𝗢   𝗥   𝗜   𝗚   𝗜   𝗡   𝗦[/sup][/h2][/color][/center]
[indent][color=black][b][color=#bc001c]B [/color] I R T H    P L A C E[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]Barovia ; Reborn in Z'Rosa[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=black][b][color=#bc001c]B[/color] A C K G R O U N D[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent] Narace grew up in, at the best, a turbulent household. which even she would chuckle at that statement. There are no fond memories she holds in her years spent in Barovia [sub][s]but have you ever visited place?[/s][/sub]. The young half-elf lost her mother during childbirth and the traumatic experience changed her father into a death fearing cold stranger. Where most kids spent their early days learning to walk and speak and run as freely as they could through the soft summer grass, Narace was holed up in a sort of home-built lab.

Narace's father, Arias, a hielf who had always been much different from the others he shared his blood with hadn't always been interested in dark magics. Nothing short of a genius he was scholarly, well-versed in elemental magic and sat amongst the council of advisors and elders that helped guide the leader of their society. Well, that was until he ventured out of their seclusion to learn more about the world and fell in love with a lady from the diminishing court in Barovia. Their love was nothing like a classic romance, life in Barovia was far different than anywhere else in the world, the magic and knowledge in libraries and crypts were unlike anything Arias had read. Though the dangers of succumbing to the madness of the dark magics were held at bay through the shining light of the woman and wife who loved him. Suddenly, that light vanished and Arias became obsessed with making sure Narace would never meet the same fate as her mother.

Or at least that's what he reminded her of every time she was summoned to the darkness of the lab. The experiments and observations were painful in ways Narace was unable to articulate even in her may decades of life since leaving Barovia. Though she could count on one hand the number of people she had ever told her life story to.

In recent times she serves as the Military Advisor for the Imperial family, and while she's not in the war room, she's watching over the "children" of the throne or lending an ear to Empress Saphia Blackwood.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][color=black][b][color=#bc001c]F[/color] A M I L Y[/b][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent] ↳ No living family.
↳ Lucien ; A peculiar young man often seeming to appear out of thin air within the near vicinity of Narace to her usual displeasure. Their relationship is complex and never clearly explained nor established.

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