Princess Denica Thrax
Art emulates life; infinitely varied and impossible to appreciate everything, though we may try.
Social Rank: 3
Concept: Artistic Princess
Marital Status: Unmarried
Hair Color: Pitch black
Eye Color: Vivid blue
Skintone: Paper white
Description: It is as though Jayus descended from the heavens to sculpt this woman in unforgettable fashion. Poems could be written about her hallmark Thraxian eyes alone, those deep and startling sapphires demanding to be noticed. Porcelain pale skin and youthfully soft features clash with the severity of her gaze. Highly expressive, cheeks easily blossom pink when embarrassed, though her visage turns nearly demonic when mischief or fury possesses her mind. Long jet black hair absorbs all colors, usually either styled into intricate braids or left to hang in a tangled mess. A few inches short from the average, graceful lines curve her slim hourglass figure. A lyrical and silvery voice accompanies her frequently agile and exuberant demeanor.
(Several ink spots can be seen accross her fingers and arms.)
Personality: Full of energy and wonder for the world, it is all the more challenging for this bon vivant to assume the role of a properly meek and demure Thraxian noblewoman. The struggle is real, and it often shows in subconscious gestures of restlessness or barely leashed emotions. Thoughtful compassion battles with the uncanny pragmatism of her household, but loyalty to her family commonly wins out. She holds few ambitions beyond inspiration for new art and acclaim from her peers, happy to merely enjoy life as a redundant daughter of nobility and gifted prodigy of the arts.
Denica cannot remember much from her earliest childhood, but she does remember the feelings of love and encouragement freely given from two kindhearted parents. She can also recall a sense of shattered joy when her parents were killed in the Tyde rebellion, and the years it took to recover from a malady of muteness. During that time, she learned to appreciate the beauty of the world, and how to capture such beauty for all eternity. Painting became a favorite hobby, but sculpting and carving and sewing also enchanted her for numerous long hours of her life. Upon reciting written lyrics in the middle of Thraxian court, the curse of shy silence had been lifted.
Soon enough, it was the odd noble that didn't come away from her grandfather's palace without a trinket or two made by the artistic princess. As if trying to experience all her lost childhood in one go, Denica also began painting pictures on guest's blankets or stealing favorite rings from jewelry boxes. A girl on a mission to wreak mischief, she interrupted important meetings and frightened the servants with her theatrics more than once. Occasionally, she gallivanted into the city, causing nearly as much havoc as back home. She quickly earned herself the charming moniker of the 'Little Devil of Thrax.' However, with that nickname, many guardsmen and local nobles soon wizened to her schemes, and even Grandfather Thrax brought her before the throne for a stern lecture.
Throughout the chaotic era of her life, Denica's antics burned away most of the sympathy accumulated by her previous morose condition, leaving only a few close friends. With maturity came an epiphany, a realization that she lived almost entirely outside the social sphere. Partly out of a desire to fit in, but mostly because she wished to be more than a mere 'wild child,' she at last tempered into something vaguely resembling a proper Thraxian noblewoman. Brash recklessness developed desperately into clever charm and a keen insight of the human mind. In appreciably subtler ways, she displayed her artistic talents and devious intellect for the benefit of acceptance and even admiration among her peers. For her nineteenth name day, she managed to convince her grandfather that she could be safely seen in the wider public, allowing her to take an adventurous trip to the grand city of Arx.