Description: On her forehead, scars. On her hands, scars. Some of them don't even make sense. Scars on her head wrap up into her hairline. Scars on her hands wrap around between the fingers and onto the back of the hand. Tracing up to the pale nape of her neck, there are vestiges of what were once scars here. Her face has little blotches of color, blue eyes, pink cheeks and blushed lips. White hair is pulled up into a bun and wrapped by a scarf. She's almost rail thin, but has just enough mass built up to stop the questions.

Personality: Ornella has always lived in the shadows. The light makes her uncomfortable. She's guarded and always seems worried about an impending disaster that probably doesn't exist. It's her family that she's always worried about and she's constantly at work to protect each and every one of them. If she has downtime, it's hard to see.

Background: Ornella grew up amidst the shadows of the Lyceum. Her father was a lawyer and he wanted her to pick up the family business later in life, but in Lyceum the law was just as much about what was true as it was about what you could do the other person. She had a proper upbringing in the arts of rhetoric, the rule of law, and the noble arts, but behind that she was being taught to gather information, find black markets, and lead competitors to unfortunate accidents. The perfect combination of agent and lawyer which is exactly what a lawyer in the souther isles needed to be. When her father died, she inherited the duties he held. She's a representative for her family, trained in law and ready to ensure their interests are always successful.

Relationship Summary

Family:

Saoirse - Saoirse is the cousin that I plan things with. We've always been perfect compliments to each other. Where I occupied the shadows behind the family, Saoirse was always the face. She knows how to wine and dine, I know how to disappear and smear. The family couldn't have asked for better children.

Gaspar - Gaspar has always been better at it than I have, but he taught me everything I know about the finer parts of steering people where you want them to go. Subtle gestures, small words, changes in tone and word choice all matter. Gaspar is the undisputed king, but he trained a princess. He trained me.

Beaumont - I gave Beaumont a week before he gave up and followed Saoirse around for his own safety. He surprised me. For that, I'm glad to have been wrong.