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⌞ Alia El'Amin ⌝

The Matron Amin

The Matron Amin, or Alia to her family and closest friends, is what you could call an imposing woman. While tall, it's not her height alone that enforces such an impression. It's the confidence of someone who was raised to be a ruthless, pragmatic leader of her family- and succeeded at that tremendously. Every business deal and contract signed was for her family, was for a greater good than just herself. The Matron Amin has a legacy to live up to and a literal mansion to fill with life, emotions take a back seat in her life by force of necessity. It's for that reason she might be described as being intense, or focused- to put it politely.

However, despite this it's not all pragmatism and cold calculation with Alia. After a few decades of efficient mercantilism and relative isolation she decided to do something out of character for herself. Something she had not been taught to be. She adopted a particularly keen street child who had caught her attention while on business in Thavnair. What began as an appreciation for the daring of a child turned into a maternal affection given some time. So it was that she had softened up a little and developed a fondness for certain kinds of people by the time she met the displaced refugee who would become her wife.

So it is that she is divided in a sense. The callously efficient leader of a merchant house in one hand. A stern but loving mother, wife and friend in the other. She will surely eventually find a balance in her life. But the pure force of how stubborn she is may make that take longer than it rightfully needs to.

~ ♥ Akira El'Amin ♥ ~

Lady of House El'Amin; Displaced Daughter of House Etsuko

Akira is a small, simple girl. She hums off-tune as she folds that day's laundry, she smiles proudly as she cleans and scrubs away at the hard redwood of the manor, and she quietly accepts whatever instruction given to her by the Lady of the house- her house, now. Yes, truly, the young woman is a model-...

What do you mean that's not a personality?

Ah. Ahem.

Akira is a small, simple girl. She is soft, and she is kind- but she is young, and she is afraid. Likened to a doe in her mannerisms, the young raen can oft be found cowering behind her much-larger, much-scarier wife, finding significant comfort in the older woman. She finds fulfillment in the art of homemaking- cooking, cleaning, ensuring a safe place for her dangerous family. She is a loving (if not inexperienced) wife, a kind Lady of her new house, and a horribly neurotic mess grasping desperately for some sense of order and structure, craving stability she's always found herself lacking.

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【 • Solvi • 】

Hunter of the North

She still remembers what life was like before the empire had come to her homeland. She had been a young hunter at the time, still learning the trade from her mentors. Her understanding of the meaning behind these strangers was limited at most. As she grew older and began to hunt herself, more of them had come, they had built their walls and their town. They had begun to try to bring civilization to her forests. They needed the hunters still though. The lands were too wild, too untamed for their shields and shining armor.

So they had sought help. Gifts and trade in exchange for the heads and hides of the monsters in the woods. She earned her title in both the eyes of the kingdom and her kinsfolk. The first generation of Hunters in this far flung part of the empire. Enjoying the supplies and equipment, the warmth and comfort provided by the patronage of a curious princess. Some among them believed that one day they could push the wilds back, that she would become unnecessary. Solvi, like all Hunters before her had glimpsed the truth of these lands. There was no taming to be had, the beasts were just the decoration on a land older and more primal than any could truly understand.

She would hunt, enjoy her life, master her craft and handle whatever life threw at her, even an untrue princess. She knew nothing would change here. Her life, while not safe, was as secure as anyone's could be.

~ • Æìlis Milseán • ~

Sun-Elven Princess of the Southern Empire

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An elven woman with the visage of the Sun herself, Æìlis holds herself with the regality expected of a royal... but she is an endlessly curious and excitable creature, stuffed hidden away in a castle of their majesty's hopeful expansion towards the harsh and rime-bound Northlands.

A sundrop alone within the cold North, Æìlis seems to be adjusting surprisingly well to the change of scenery. But behind closed doors the woman finds herself longing for the freedom no longer allotted to her within the harsh environment, kindly trapped within gilded halls. It's closer to the borders, after all. There are creatures amok, monstrous beasts of tooth and fang and maw that can only be felled by Hunter alone, seasoned individuals who have devoted life and limb to the Hunt.

...How curious then it must be, to count yourself amongst the beasts.