[color=FF6A49][CENTER][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/934550171994435664/975270501373050890/unknown.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/934550171994435664/975316256792125460/unknown.png[/img] [color=2E2C2C][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=// INFO] [indent][sup][color=2E2C2C]-[/color] [COLOR=FF6A49][b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Eolnana “Elon” Anteskelia[/COLOR] [b]Age[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 15[/COLOR] [b]Gender[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Female[/COLOR] [b]Heritage[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Valeforian Meritocracy[/COLOR] [b]Magical Affinity[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Wind, Fire; Lightning[/COLOR][/color][/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=// PERSONALITY][color=2E2C2C]-[/color] [indent][sup][COLOR=FF6A49][b]Antagonistic Nihilist[/b] [COLOR=807B84]Eolnana doesn’t particularly like optimism or anybody, really. She’s a cynical nihilist who holds disdain for society, the universe, and everything in between. This energy is not something she keeps to herself either, as she will be quick to dismiss and antagonize people who she doesn’t like. Nothing matters, including their feelings.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=FF6A49][b]Deadpan Snarker[/b] [COLOR=807B84]A dreary monotone is one of Eolnana’s most prominent features of her character. Even in disguise as Elon her words are slung like gravel and most usually at other people’s expense. One of the few joys in life away from home is throwing vicious sarcastic attacks at anybody who is annoying or those she wants to repel.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=FF6A49][b]Pretentious Aficionado[/b] [COLOR=807B84]Eolnana has studied the sword… in every book she could get her hands on. While she has had some contemporary practice in dueling, everything she knows is from dawdling in her family’s personal library. This is extended toward any subject. In fact, Eolnana believes she is the smartest person in the room even when she isn’t.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [hider=// SKILLSET][color=2E2C2C]-[/color] [indent][sup][COLOR=FF6A49][b]Bardic Savant[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Girls are good at singing! And playing the harp! The words of Eolnana’s brother echo in her mind. She hates it when he’s right. Despite being a dour thing and monotone voice, when Eolnana drops the act she actually has a very pretty singing voice. She also knows how to play several instruments such as the lute and panflute with sharp precision. In another life she would be seen as a musical prodigy perhaps. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=FF6A49][b]Capable Duelist[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Elon and Eolnana were trained by Sergio Andelmelia, a famous sword dancer in Valefor. Her brother took to it with more enthusiasm, but Eolnana was always the more cautious and ardent student, always trying to analyze Sergio’s every move. Since her brother’s sickness she has studied harder and harder to make sure when she pretends to be Elon that nobody will notice there’s a difference between their skill.[/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=FF6A49][b]Daughter of the Storm[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Eolnana and her brother inherited the latent magical bloodlines that compose lightning. While her brother has taken to focus more on swordfighting, she has always been the opposite. Given she was already a girl who sat in the library surrounded by books and excelled in her studies, magical tomes and understanding sort of came naturally to her. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [/SUP][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b]Physical Description[/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Eolnana is short even for a girl, so posing as a boy must make her seem particularly height disadvantaged. She stands at five-foot-three, with boys of her age often being five-to-six inches above her and trying to lord over her with the size difference. It doesn’t matter much to Eolnana–the taller they are, the harder and more violently they fall. Her gray-blue eyes seem devoid of life and her brown hair is messy and uncouth. Her tan, desert-burned skin is probably her most distinct feature away from home. Her mother has told her that men see her as exotic and should be wary around them. Her physique is more athletic than it may appear for a young woman who may as well cite her residence as a library. She’s been doing drills alongside her brother for years and enjoys the art of the sword and spear as much as her twin does. She just likes books more. [/indent][/color] [b]Character Conceptualization[/b] [color=#807B84][indent]Fifteen years ago, Shende Anteskelia bore twins for her husband, the leader of a prominent mercantile dynasty in northern Valefor. They would name them Elon and Eolnana. The Anteskelia Dynasty was old and “pure” by all accords. They were one of the closest things to nobility you could get in the region and several stories speculated their heritage dated back to the King of Thieves himself. Such a claim has been in contention since pretty much the first time it was uttered by an Anteskelia. It is something Eolnana has heard her entire life, though try as she can she has never seen the proof in the pudding despite inhabiting the great library every time she has found chance to. The two siblings would grow close together, one heir to the patronage of the many guilds under Anteskelian control and the other a girl who was best suited in trying to sire an influential romance. Envy grew in Eolnana’s heart. She wanted to have the same agency as her brother, to live free and do what she wanted. She wanted to study magic with the best and brightest. She wanted to be seen as independent and recognized as the genius she saw herself as. Her brother barely could read, let alone lead the family! The more time she spent beside him training in the sword the more she resented the idea that she couldn’t be free. One day she began thinking on how to break her chains, how to escape her guardians or convince her parents. When Elon fell ill the resentment moved inward, questioning how she could hope for such a thing. He had regalled her with all of his ambitions, his plans, his wants, and desires; how he was going to become a knight and how the ink was already dry. Despite her regret in how she felt about everything, she found herself thinking. Plotting. Was this the way out? It was a serious sickness and his recovery could’ve been long. Craving an out she did the one thing she could. She sought out in a game of fantasy and decided that she would pose as her brother in his ambitions and take them for herself. If he recovered everyone wouldn’t care, the damage would already be done, and ultimately she would’ve proven what exactly she thought of her place in the world. The Genius of Valefor would spread her wings and everyone would recognize her as one of the greatest knights to exist in the current age! [/indent][/color] [/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR]