Lady Desiree Wyrmguard
If getting what you want without working for it is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Description: Sun kissed wisps of morning mist coalesce into the white gold locks of Desiree's tresses, always coifed into artistic perfection. A sweet face, full of laughs and looks bring life to the Valardin beauty. Deep sapphire eyes, like the azure waters of the sea hold promise of delights and intrigue, whether the young woman laughs or scowls, equal in their ferocity. All feminine curves and lines, some whisper that the gods sent Desiree to remind the Valardin people why they hold chivalry in such esteem. Her laugh can outshine a city, and charm with barely a chuckle.
(Her dress, a blend of deep purples and blues, shimmers in the light, with the lower parts being darker while it's a rather light blue near to the top of the snug bodice. A few wisps of white blonde hair tumble loose about her bare shoulders, the rest pinned artfully in place, up high.)
Personality: Desiree isn't ?precisely- every father's worst nightmare for their delicate daughter, but it isn't from lack of effort. She doesn't go so far as to bring shame upon her family or her betters, rather, she simply has a sense of confidence that she can sweet talk her way into or out of anything on a whim. Her soul is fire, in every aspect, from the burning rage of injustice, to the searing heat of passion. It kindles gently to warm and soothe those she cares for, and when the coals run cold, may everyone be wary. She's bright enough to know not to go into a knife fight with only her rapier wit, but she tends to like to challenge herself to greater feats of social escapades. Her devotion to her sister, however, is unmatched, and she will fight more fiercely in the social circles, so her sister can do the boring things like lead the family and be a paragon of virtue.
Background: Many nobles born as the younger sibling, destined to never inherit, are bitter about their lot in life. Desiree thinks those individuals are whiny idiots. She is ecstatically grateful that she was born as the younger (and prettier) daughter of Marquis Denis Wyrmguard, unlike her poor sister Dominique. Her sister afterall was subjected to unending tedious lessons in becoming a paragon of virtue, knightly chivalry, moral leadership and similar excruciatingly boring subjects of little interest to Desiree. Desiree, on the other hand, was able to gain an education in how to best remain charming and likable while being incredibly spoiled, and how to avoid working too hard while getting everything she wants. In this manner of education, she has succeeded admirably, and has thought about writing books on the very subject for the Scholars of Vellichor. Unfortunately, the tragic death of her father has put an equally tragic end to her appropriately indolent lifestyle, and she has found herself forced to finally help the family. Her sister, as the honest, honorable, diligent paragon of virtue is of course uniquely unsuited to actually talk to other nobles who are anything but a single one of those virtues in Desiree's opinion, which leaves the wily younger woman as the one dealing with politics, and attempting to put her fine skills in convincing others to do what she wants to perfect use. It's not the worst outcome, really. Desiree will still do almost everything she wants, just it will (probably) benefit the family as well. Probably.
|Evaristo||Just saw her briefly at an event, but she seemed very social and outgoing.|
|Raimon||Dangerous beauty with a cutpurse smile. Wispy golden traces hide an intellect of razor precision, capable of cutting heart-strings or purse-strings with equal swift ease. You get the impression she gets what she wants.|