Iseulet Aryn

Iseulet Aryn
Social Rank	7
Fealty	Thrax
House	Aryn
Gender	Female
Age	21
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Musician
Height	5'7"
Hair Color	Honey Blonde
Eye Color	Cerulean
Skintone	Tanned
Family
Parents	Oswald Blackshore, Seleri Aryn
Siblings	Thesbe Aryn
Uncles/Aunts	Magnus Blackshore, Florence Blackshore, Quirin Navegant, Beryllia Blackshore, Cornelius Blackshore
Cousins	Turo Navegant, Valors Navegant, Estil Navegant, Regla Navegant, Kael Keaton, Skye Blackshore, Dycard Blackshore, Romulius Blackshore
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Description

Delicate fine features surround those distinctive cerulean eyes. Long, braided honey blonde locks twist and turn creating a whimsical pattern down her back. Tiny glass beads, flowers and feathers decorate her fair locks. Tan, sun-touched skin that's got a brush of freckles. A proud nose and cynical smile adorns her pink lips. Her body is statuesque and willowy with a generous bosom that she makes sure tease onlookers with her Thraxian fashion. Lean athletic arms move down to musician's hands that is calloused from plucking her strings. Her long legs have a runner's strength that go down to calloused feet that have walked the roads sometimes barefoot.

Personality

Honey just isn't the color of her hair, but the words that fall from her lips are guaranteed to soothe the savage beast. Warm smiles that never reach those cynical eyes. A mind for numbers that surprises most people once they look past her charm. Everything about Iseult is about inviting a patron in but she has no illusions on the trustworthiness of others. She's seen too much to think that anyone keeps their word. Luckily, she has her twin to protect her back. Because her bold ways might get her in trouble otherwise.

Background

My mother was a merchant's daughter with the finer taste of things. She made a few poor financial choices after her father died and she tried to take over the business. She managed to get herself indentured into the Blackshore House. Found herself serving at the Keep. She was only indentured for five years, but managed to catch the Blackshore Baron's interest. Needless to say, we were born nine months later, myself and Thesbe.

Those cerulean blue eyes marked us as one of the Baron's by-blows. While he didn't deny his parentage, he certainly didn't seem to be interested in doing more than passing coin to my mother to see we were taken care of. No interest past doing his duty because his eyes were set on marrying another silk. It's fine, the stories I heard in later years makes me think being removed from his madness was probably for the best.

Mother sunk her payoff into a pub on Blackshore Isle. She served those sailors coming in and out of port. Along the way, I heard all kinds of stores of adventure. Was it any wonder I convinced my twin to jump on the first ship out of Blackshore Isle? I wasn't going to be /his/ daughter there forever. New journeys, new paths have allowed both of us to come into our own. Too bad about mum though. Breaks my heart that she didn't survive the attack on the Isle. But fortunes are low at the moment, my sister is sick of being on the road, and I have a new cousin building up a house. Might be a good time to jump in and get recognized in a way that would have never happened when my father was alive.