The Princess


Name: (Princess) Eliza Virellian

Age: 19

Birthday: March 25

Sex: Female

Eye Colour: violet

Hair Colour: platinum blonde, thick and unruly

Height: 5’9’’

Figure: Slim with soft curves, minimal muscle definition

Scars/birthmarks: Thick, uneven scars circle her ankles like cruel bracelets. The skin is permanently discoloured with rough, raised edges.

Attire: To royal affairs she usually wears a luxurious violet gown with a deep neckline and flowing long sleeves. Otherwise, she prefers to wear fitted black pants with a violet corset, black knee high boots, and a black jacket with many leather straps accentuating her waist.

Accessories: A pair of black leather gloves she prefers to wear whenever she needs to pummel someone.

Posture/gait: Her posture is always perfect, and she moves with grace that only a
lifetime of dance classes can teach.

Personality: A rebellious trickster, with a distaste for injustice and a habit of breaking rules for the sake of others. She is defiant and adventurous, refusing to be controlled and committed to forging her own path. She has a bleeding heart, her kindness and empathy for those less fortunate than her knows no bounds. However, she is also impulsive, reckless, and naive. She has a habit of charging headstrong into situations and rarely knows when to shut up. She has a short temper and does not accept ‘no’ for an answer.

Abilities: None that she’s aware of but perhaps there is something within her just waiting to be unlocked. Perhaps it has something to do with the mysterious journey that saved her life as an infant. Maybe it wasn’t truly medicine that brought her back from the brink of death.

Backstory: One of the many royal children in her kingdom of Rell, she was sickly as an infant and had a close call with death. So close that the King and Queen took a secretive journey to a far off land in search of a healer talented enough to save their youngest daughter. When they returned, Eliza was healthier than ever but something had changed-- her eyes were no longer the same green hue shared by the rest of the royal family and instead had taken on a distinctive shade of violet. Too young to remember the trip, Eliza is only aware that it occurred due to vague mentions made by her parents.

Eliza grew up constantly being watched by attendants while also watching her older sisters getting married off to various foreign nobles and royalty for the sake of forging alliances. She decided early on that she did not want to spend her life as a political pawn. When she was ten, she hired private tutors to teach her swordplay, hand-to-hand combat, and archery. This lasted until she was sixteen, when she embarrassed the Royal family by making the mistake of attending a royal ball with bruised knuckles and a split lip. Unable to tolerate being suffocated by her title any longer, she attempted to escape but her plot was foiled and she found herself imprisoned in the dungeons with red-hot shackles around her ankles. The punishment permanently scarred her, and she could not make another escape attempt while her wounds were still raw. Now, she’s ready to try again.
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