"People like to talk when they are happy... Their truths might shock you."
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half elf & half human
rinarwin
shadow courtesan
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ice blue
pale ivory & freckled
5' 7"
slender yet voluptuous
157 lbs
Being a Shadow Courtesan, Phaedra can only be marked so much. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder but the clientele the Courtesans attract tend to have more refined tastes. Centered upon her back, across her shoulder blades and down her spine is the tattoo of The Shadow Courtesans. Elegant silver iridescent elven markings encircle the tips of her fingers, often hidden beneath gloves. Feint to most eyes, these marks show Phaedra's station among the higher born in Rinarwin. Other than her markings and beauty marks, she only has one scar that runs vertically across her bottom lip, a trophy from an encounter with a client.
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Everything about her is a personification of a venus fly trap. Only a fool would say she looks innocent. Nothing about Phaedra gives off the air of naivety or purity. Her voice flows forth from her soft lips like velvet, each word a siren song. Although she has a way with words, her body does most of the talking. Her lips will say whatever they want, useful or not, while her body is seductive and a force like gravity. She moves with a fluidity and elegance, like a cat on the prowl, enticing yet ready to pounce.
Voluptuous unlike most elves, her curves mask the agile muscular physique beneath. By no means strong compared to some others, but she has enough muscle to hold her own. She was quick to mature at a young age, growing a substantial bosom and wider hips while the other girls still looked like little boys. Her form has always been fuller than the other elves. Although it is not much different than most humans' shape, they still enjoyed jesting about her size in comparison when living amongst the nobles in Raes Ulin. Now she carries herself with pride, unharmed by any mans’ words.
Phaedra is often underestimated only seen as a pretty face when a deadly predator lurks behind her facade. She is not particularly tall, standing at an average height but carries herself like she is untouchable. Undoubtedly she is a beauty, a rare gem among the elves with blood red locks that burn like fire amongst a sea of silver hair. Phaedra’s icy blue eyes nearly glow beneath the dark main, framed by her freckled porcelain skin.
Fragments of her old life break through her facade from her elven markings upon her fingers, to the occasional moments where she still carries herself like a noble when she thinks no one is looking. Phaedra was never able to neglect her hygiene like some of those born of lower status. Her long crimson hair nearly always smells of roses and is well kept, but never styled, letting it flow freely as it was intended.
But everything else about her she has fought to make as different as possible. Her smile comes off genuinely warm unlike the cold stares and vacant grins of the wealthy. Phaedra rejects most finery preferring to wear secondhand leathers from an old spinster down the street than the finest silks and rubies. Although her profession could have her staged as a wide variety of walks of life, when she truly gets to be herself she is quite plain. She could easily disappear in a crowd if she so willed it. Phaedra is a chameleon who often plays at a peacock.
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A seductress, first and foremost, Phaedra can ensnare most men and women. She is a natural flirt. There is a natural charm in the way she laughs, unknowingly engaging in brief, intimate physical contact such as touching someone’s arm or brushing knees. This is less known to her, that she has a charming and light air about her only magnified by her sweet genuine smile. But whenever Phaedra is on the prowl, she is fully aware of every thing she does from the sway of her hips, placement of her hands, sensuality in her voice and directness of her gaze. This is something that took her years to master from watching how the Courtesans worked, especially Veela.
Often referred to as a minx, she lives up to the reputation. Phaedra has a keen sense of empathy, she may not feel similarly to others but she can read their emotions through their face and body language like another would read books. She is cunning and attentive, using what she observes to better adapt herself to certain situations or people. She has a fluidity in transitioning herself to fit the mold of what is needed. Pretending to be something she isn’t for gain is something that comes natural to her, learned from a young age from being surrounded by selfish and manipulative nobles.
As the layers begin to peel away from her, it does take long for others to see how truly fierce of a woman she is. Phaedra has a sharp tongue and quick wit which can be seen as snarky or snide on some occasions. She is a no bullshit type of woman, laying things out the way they are or the way she sees them without sugar coating or softening the blow. Even with a longer life than some, life is still too short in her eyes to tip toe around for the sake of people pleasing. She can be feisty when others push her buttons, no longer allowing others mistreat her regardless of their titles or name. But also on a deeper level, her rough edges are a barrier to keep most at an arms length for fear of letting anyone too close.
Phaedra is a fairly damaged woman which has left her reluctant when it comes to trust and openness with others. It’s few and far between the number of people who have been genuine and cared about her, and those people have all gone. With their absence, Phae has closed herself off out of fear of losing someone she lets in or that person being used against her. This makes her come off as a hard nut to crack for she will divert conversations away from more personal matters, avoid giving decisive answers and push others away unintentionally. She can become prickly when prodded with personal situations she isn’t comfortable opening up for.
When she does allow herself to be unraveled, the woman inside isn’t farther complicated or heartless like some might assume. Phaedra, deep down, is quite simple. She is compassionate, exorbitantly so toward those who are seen as different such as herself. On a couple occasions since her time with The Shadow Courtesans she’s been known to take a similar soul under her wing just as Veela had with herself. Her heart aches for those discriminated against, especially the rare sprinklings of half-breeds throughout the kingdoms.
She isn’t scared of death but of un-fulfillment. Phaedra has gone through most of her life since leaving Raes Ulin keeping everyone at an arms length. And although she is proud of her accomplishments in The Shadow Courtesans, working her way up their ranks for decades, she still feels an empty pit in her gut when she lies awake in bed at night. Phaedra feels her old self chipping away, slowly, piece by piece and fears what will become of her life, if anything at all.
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Contrary to what others believe, Phaedra trembles at the thought of having to kill another in cold blood. Logically, her mind has rationalized killing out of self defense. But even those lives weigh heavily on her conscious. She does not let this show, being quick to threaten another should the need arise. Luckily for her, the circumstance has not yet arisen for her to follow through with her threats.
A near death experience as a young child has left her scared. And although Phaedra is a strong swimmer, whenever she is thrown into waters to high to stand in she panics and all rational thought leaves her mind.
Compassion and love is a weakness, especially to those who follow immoral occupations. Often her fear of a loved one being used against her outweighs her fear of loneliness. An unfortunate balance where no matter how her life pans out, she cannot avoid them both.
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Phaedra has a glib tongue. It is sharp and cuts through the bullshit. Her wit has the reflexes of a cat, and bites back whenever someone steps on her toes.
When faced with something she isn't prepared to handle, Phae tenses up and grows silent. It isn't often that things can take her by surprise, but when they do it blind sides her, leaving her frozen.
Even before joining the Courtesans, Phaedra has always been a pathological flirt. More often than not she has no idea she's doing it. But flirtation is different than seduction. One is a skill while the other is subconscious.
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Alcohol. The wonders of dulling one's emotions.
Dancing, a simple pleasure in a shit world.
Intimacy in all its forms. Not necessarily sexual, but the closeness of another or the depth of a personal conversation.
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Entitlement. Being born with a silver spoon up one's ass does not give them a divine right to be cruel to others.
Being outwitted. She hates it, but also secretly respects the accomplishment.
Most elves... They are everything Phaedra is trying to escape.
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Her proficiency with weapons is limited to knives and daggers, but with them she is highly skilled. It was a hobby of hers since a young age to spend her time alone in the stable, away from people, practicing throwing knives. With decades of practice, Phaedra has become quite the marksman with them. The daggers skill came later on with the help of Veela. Since Phae was already quick and agile, it didn’t take long for her to adjust her movements to compensate for a dagger in each hand.
Finding ways to exploit her speed and agility in a battle, she attacks or dodges. Phaedra knows nothing of defense or sword play to fight in a fair dual. Fighting in the shadows or an unexpected target is her safest bet. She is never found without a knife or dagger on her, but with one she could be deadly in the right circumstances.
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Unless it is a knife or dagger, she has little to know skill. She would have better chances fighting with an arrow than trying to be an archer and swords are too heavy and large for her to wield to great effect.
Over her years away from Raes Ulin, Phae has grown to have zero tolerance for most things. Her fuse is short and she tends to be quick to anger.
As a Courtesan, there are many times where things don't go as planned. Because of this, she has adapted to think on her toes. This has made her impulsive in many ways, preferring to make things up as she goes
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Still a Courtesan above anything else, Phaedra’s clothing accentuates her figure, regardless of being simple. She can be found often times in snug leather pants and knee high boots. A loose fitting tunic is her shirt of choice, breezy, non-constraining and comfortable, but hardly appropriate in the company of others. Phae will usually accent it with a basic leather corset and adorn herself in belts and fingerless gloves. Also, permitting the weather or job, she may wear a cloak.
Phaedra would prefer to avoid formal attire all together, but even in her profession that isn’t always an option. In her opinion, if she is going to do it then she’ll go all the way with it. Her gowns have tight bodices made of silk that fan out slowly from the hips. A cloak like shaw leaves her shoulders and neck exposed, but flows behind like a veil. And she accessorizes with ornate jewels and bobbles along her neck, in her crimson locks and even on the tips of her leaf shaped ears.
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dual wield daggers
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1.2 lbs each
Purchased from an Orcish war band, the daggers were a score from a successful raid. Their maker and precise origin is unknown other than they are elven made, and presumably come from Rinarwin. They’ve also been modified with leather for a better grip, smaller blades for the pommels and charms off the handle of personal significance. She also had a custom holster made that holds the daggers against the small of her back.
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Acquired by trading with a human vagrant merchant shortly after she left her home in Raes Ulin. Origin is unknown, but assumed to be of human make.
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Phaedra keeps several other blades on her person for convenience or back up. There is usually one in either boot, two or three small knives tucked under a strap on her corset, and two extra, lower quality throwing knives in her small pouch. All are of varying make and quality, often acquired in markets or stolen from targets while on the job.
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He is the black haired elf that Phaedra was lead to believe for many years of her life was her father. Instead he was nothing more than the arranged husband of her mother who wanted the perfect wife and an untarnished name.
A human sellsword, and Phaedra's father. She only got to meet him briefly before he met his untimely death, but she cherishes his memory above all others.
Her first friend, and the person who introduced her to The Shadow Courtesan's, Veela was like a sister to Phaedra. She many things from her. And after outliving Veela because of her part elvish genealogy, Phae has never been quite the same.
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Although her father did not want to force her into anything, he was getting old and Ravenna was long past the age when most young Ladies wed. But what her father did not know was of the secret love she shared with her body guard, Godric. An honorable man, Godric was a human who worked for the The Hooded Company. One of the best swordsmen of his time, Ravenna’s father hired him to protect her and through their time together they fell in love. Ravenna had been able to turn away the numerous suitors until Asgarion called upon her father. He was as good of a Lord as the next noble. He came from a powerful family with a long and strong lineage. A suitable husband for any worthy Lady, but his eyes were set on her. He had tried for years to court her but to no avail. It is unknown what words were exchanged between Asgarion and Ravenna’s father, but when the raven haired elf left their home, a marriage was arranged.
The engagement didn’t last long, and in a fortnight they were married, luckily for Ravenna, for she was pregnant. As far as she knew Asgarion thought the child was his own, that was, until she gave birth. The pregnancy had numerous complications, which was unheard of for elves. Then when she went into childbirth, this only escalated. It is unknown what caused the complications, but those who knew the truth of Phaedra’s genealogy suspected it was due to her being a half breed. Then to everyone’s shock, Ravenna died on the birthing table after giving life to a leaf eared daughter with blood red hair. Asgarion was no simpleton and immediately knew the child was not his. But out of jealously and preservation of his own name, he banished Godric from Rinarwin and claimed the child as his own. In public, Asgarion played the part of doting father. But behind closed doors Phaedra was left to be raised by handmaidens, wet nurses and anyone else but him. Although Lord Mithalvarin claimed the child as his own, whispers still spread past Raes Ulin to the far stretches of Rinarwin.
As a child, the prejudices, discrimination and mistreatment baffled Phaedra. She tried nothing more than to be a kind, tender soul, but the Elves chewed her up and spat her back out. When school started, she would come home nearly every day in tears from the taunting of the other children. But with no comfort or compassion from her father, she had no choice but to accept the insults in silence, slowly and painfully building a thick skin. By the time she was in adolescence, Phaedra quickly grew to realize the differences between her and the other Elves. She matured faster and looked differently than everyone else. People she never met would whisper and point at her whenever she crossed their paths. And it didn’t take long for the whispers to reach her ears about the rumors of her illegitimacy. For years she didn’t believe them. Phaedra didn’t want to believe that her father, although cold, would lie to her for her entire life… And she was scared of the truth that she might not belong anywhere.
One night, a woman cloaked in black came to their home demanding the money was due to The Shadow from Asgarion. With all the gold she had stashed away, Phaedra was able to loosen the lips of the woman. Come to find out she was an envoy sent by The Shadow Courtesans to collect Asgarion’s blackmail money. Money… used to silence the truth from getting out about Phaedra’s true parentage. The woman’s client? None other than Godric Blackwood. Livid, Phaedra interrogated her “father” at knife point for the truth. When the secrets Phaedra had fought so hard to ignore came to fruition before her eyes she could no longer stand to remain in Raes Ulin. She took what gold she could and paid The Shadow Courtesan, Veela, to take her to Godric. They spent weeks on the road and on a ship, sailing across the sea to Stormgard. Through the journey, she found herself drawn to Veela, who was the first person Phaedra ever encountered that treated just like everyone else. By the time they reached the tavern where she was to meet Godric, the two had grown a strong friendship, bonding through tales of their lives prior to escaping their toxic home lives.
The moment Phaedra entered the tavern and Godric looked up, it was instant. He always knew about the child, although never allowed to meet her. Now a woman, he saw so much of her mother in her. He nearly over turned the table as he got up and crossed the room to embrace her. It was the best night of Phae’s life, getting to spend the evening learning about her mother while having a drink with her father and a new friend. But the happiness was short lived. In the morning, she awoke to find her father murdered in his sleep by a Black Dagger assassin, hired by Asgarion. Phaedra would have been blinded by the hunger for revenge if it weren’t for Veela. It took weeks for the woman to talk her down, but it was only when she explained her own tale of revenge that ended in bitter emptiness, that Phae finally listened. Veela gave her a proposition to become her apprentice with The Shadow Courtesans. Wanting nothing more to do with her old life or nobility, Phaedra gave up her titles and joined a new family.