Ianthe Artusio
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| Ianthe Artusio | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Artusio |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 28 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Trader |
| Height | 5'3 |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Eye Color | Dark Brown |
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Description
Ianthe is a fairly small woman, not very tall and rather dainty altogether, but she more than compensates for her lack in physical stature with a headfull of wild black curls and a generous mouth often curved into the most wicked of smiles. Usually dressed in the most outlandish styles she can find in the brightest colors, Ianthe knows how to make a lasting impression, either good or bad.
Personality
Anyone who's made the mistake of caring for Ianthe has pretty much declared that the woman has a permanent case of wanderlust. If she's not at sea or on the back of a horse, then she wants to be. Of course, every sailor has to come into port sometimes and, when she does, Ianthe indulges in the finer things in life: the richest food, the best wine, the prettiest bed mates, and the most outrageous clothing to ever offend the eye. She simply doesn't believe that a thing is worth doing unless you do it to the fullest. In addition, Ianthe makes it a goal to never take anything too seriously, including herself. If she catches herself on the verge of being anything less than fabulously unencumbered, she catches the next ship out.
Background
Ianthe's only knowledge of the mother that gave her life is the account of an Abandoned ship captain who found her mother adrift at sea, clinging to her newborn daughter. The man assumed that the woman was a thrall given her condition and the weak, incoherent pleas she made as she handed him her screaming baby. The woman died on the ship a couple days later. Knowing that a boat was no place for a baby, the captain made a hasty port and passed the infant off to be fostered by a merchant family he had had dealings with in Setarco. The man asked them to call the child Ianthe after his own dead daughter.
Ianthe grew up in a happy home, learning the family silk trade. Occasionally, her savior would come to visit while he was in port, igniting a longing to see the world in little Ianthe. As soon as she could, Ianthe boarded the first ship out of Setarco. By pure luck, Ianthe happened to fall into an apprenticeship with an old trader who taught her how to trade raw materials from around the world to the best artists and then sell those items to customers who were willing to pay a pretty penny for beauty. He taught her to read, to write, and the manners she needed to deal with the more genteel clients to which he catered. When he died, Ianthe inherited his client list and has been doing a brisk trade ever since. She returns to her family on occasion to share the proceeds of her business, but doesn't stay rooted in any one place for too long.
