Princess Graziella Pravus
Afraid of the dark? Maybe the dark oughta be afraid of me.
Description: Sinuous and sardonic, Graziella's frame is as graceful as her name suggests, with a poise and economy of movement that often makes her seem almost to float: especially when coupled with her waist-length blonde hair, and the gauzy dark gowns she favors. Her beauty is the sort that draws the eye even in her subtle movements, which although not design to grab attention, hide underlying hunger that stops others dead in their tracks. Graziella is a woman in full maturity, full of potential, her clear blue eyes looking on the world with a sort of sharp scrutiny, a burning want and a penetrating distaste for the ordinary.
Personality: Graziella can be pleasant company to those around her, but there is always a certain fakeness to her niceties. It is rare for someone to grab her full attention, and those people are often intense, passionate and have something to say. Life is short and there is an unsatiable craving within Graziella to live it in non-ordinary fashion, even if it might make it shorter. She will always bring a book to the Assembly of Peers and in general parties in Arx are not to her liking. At her best Graziella enjoys a little bit of chaos and bite to things, at her worst she is self-destructive in her pursuit of something that makes her feel alive.
Her family is a particular subject. She loves House Pravus deeply, and their larger than life style suits her perfectly. She inserts herself in their lives like she needs to consume her relatives, learning about them as she does to anyone whom she finds interesting, but in the end Graziella is a poor servant: she often needs their succor more than she provides herself. For some reason the woman cannot help but want to fill a void, and although she can control herself, the wyrm within her cannot be held back forever.
Background: Graziella was born in the most extensive branch of the Pravus family, being the youngest daughter of Tiberio and Aurora Pravus. With years separating her from her other siblings, Grazi's interests laid elsewhere than battle and adventure: hers was a desire for intellectual pursuit, and her acute curiosity was always her defining trait, something that made Grazi Lady Aurora's unofficial favorite child. She was sweet and comely, always smiling, but the twinkle in her eyes was her mother's pride.
The Argento matriarch taught Graziella courtly grace and political shrewdness, raising Graziella to be the closest thing to Aurora herself, the power behind any throne and the secret protector of her ever more reckless siblings in Gabriella and Lucrezia. While Graziella learned she always did so out of respect for her mother and a sense of duty to her family, her love for Gabriella and Lucrezia trumping her desire to control anything behind the scenes. Truth be told, the girl just adored to spend her days thinking of fabulous stories and dreaming of times when things such as demons, dragons, powerful queens and elven lords were possible.
Unfortunately, when House Argento and its agents struck, the whimsical Pravus was ill-prepared to protect herself, and in the same night her father Tiberio and her uncle, Duke Piero, were murdered, Graziella vanished without a trace. For years, she remained at large, most assuming she was yet another casuality of that coup until, recently, she returned to her family. No scars, no stories, but different, somehow.
Her return was unheralded but it was greatly celebrated in Setarco, but in Graziella's eyes there was too much amiss. Her mother was lost in the heart of Setarco, her sister Gabriella juggled responsibilities in Arx and the command of the Swords of the Evening and Lucrezia was half-mad and leading the Black Fleet of Pravus. The world she knew was dead, and in its place there was a broken mirror that Graziella would have to relearn in the following years. Without any fuss the young woman positioned herself by her sisters' side, the less questions asked about her the better, as she reintegrates with a family that thought they had lost her and rediscovers her place among them.
|Adrienne||Princess Graziella defended the Pravus docks when the Apostate's supporters laid seige to it. She is a woman of deep faith, transcendently so. It reminds me of home, and I shall look forward to furthering our acquaintence when the fires have died down.|
|Aella||Surprisingly good at throwing things and bobbing for apples. Might be of use on a ship.|
|Anisha||Obvious talent, Pravosi pride on point, and with just enough eccentricity to make her interesting. Princess Graziella will make any gathering lively.|
|Apollo||Whatever she sold her soul for, I hope it was worth it.|
|Cirroch||Anyone that tries that hard to be cold must have a very big heart.|
|Deoiridh||A curiosity of a cityfolk, not as judgemental as others. Curious of the unorthdox, it would appear, there is something about her, like an unbridled omen of the Thirteenth, just begging to be unravelled. Perhaps I can aid her in such...|
|Domonico||She wields that parasol of hers like a weapon, albeit not a particularly effective one.|
|Duarte||The Pravus do tend to be troublemakers but this one wants the world to look at her and know it.|
|Fredrik||A woman of a sound mind who is not afraid to speak publically of her fears. I appreciate that.|
|Gehenna||This princess seems like an interesting sort, and I am not sure if that's a good thing. We'll find out in time, I'm sure.|
|Giada||A fine example of a noble.|
|Giorgio||A princess of house Pravus. She seems to be very helpful, and not quite like any of the other Princesses that I have met in the city.|
|Kritr||So THAT'S how a Lady sits a horse in a skirt. I wondered.|
|Leena||I'm not quite sure what to make of her. She is..mercurial. Her moods shift, she is pleasing to associate with - she seems to have a slant towards darker things..I sense a bit of an artist inside her soul. I'd like to reach out and see if we might grow closer, especially if she ends up becoming closer with a dearest friend of mine.|
|Lustry||I look forward to seeing some of her clothing designs and seeing what sort of glass animal collection she may start.|
|Mabelle||A beautiful woman that smells like intoxicating fruit. She is also clad in fineries from head to toe. I think we could become fast friends! Especially if there is a beach venture to be had.|
|Macario||I'm not saying the princess should command her owl hunt people's racoons for sports, but it would certainly be fun to watch.|
|Medeia||The princess seems quiet and prone to daydreaming at first, but having seen her in more difficult circumstances, I know she is a keen mind and a surprisingly hardy person.|
|Natasha||A peer who is clearly fearless in dispensing her opinion, no matter how controversial. It speaks of a degree of forthrightness in a field that is sometimes smothered by politesse.|
|Nina||A lover of shoes, and good pastries... and a smart scholar to discuss philosophical matters with, from time to time, too. But especially the shoes.|
|Orland||She went for the Breadcrumbs. While she was disappointed at my lack of effort, I don't think I've displeased her, and there's a difference.|
|Pasquale||The first thing she said is that people made the best tools. Someone to watch.|
|Renata||A cousin who disappeared during the Tragedy but has recently returned. I look forward to renewing a friendship that we had as children, though she seems to have a shadow hanging over her now.|
|Ripley||I think I remember her? Maybe? I think she's come in my shop and dropped off designs to be made and I made them and then I heard people talking about them and so I think that she's a pretty good egg this one. I think. Is she... yeah, that's gotta be her.|
|Romulius||A Princess of Pravus - she lacks the usual air about her, though. She's ethereal, almost.|
|Rylan||Proud, somewhat reserved, perhaps even jaded. But a keen conversationalist nonetheless, and one who keeps an eye on the political steps and missteps taken around the city. I should like to speak with her again if circumstances and social distance permit. She seems interesting.|
|Savio||She's terrifying, and I love every minute of it.|
|Sebastian||My cousin has yet to find the thing that brings fire to her soul, but it is only a matter of time. I look forward to seeing her growing and adapting here in the city.|
|Sirius||She reminds of a storm that vacillates upon the axis of its eye, swatting and swaying, reaching for the clouds and the sea and the shores to pull at all that may hear its calling. But even the strongest tempest must attenuate to a squall, the rain must pass, and here before Limerance now... a trickle. Of regret? Of pride after the fact? I do not know.|
|Titus||Existence is a struggle between the victim and the victor. To only look at the positive means you are ignoring a vast majority of life, and what is life but a journey between the fens of sadness and the heights of happiness? She has a very interesting viewpoint, one Titus is interested in.|
|Valerius||It seems that we're all just cousins then.|
|Zakhar||typical royal. interested in thought games. though could be a welcome challenger if they bothered to see outside of what they are shown.|
|Zyxthylum||The most generous, most beautiful, most angelic noble to ever live. She has saved me from dying in the storms.|