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Helena had a happy childhood, because her sister already paved the way for her. They had already gone and done things their own way, so by that time, her family was amenable for Helena to find her own path. She's tried to follow in Agatha's footsteps once. Stole her practice sword and managed to mow down a large section of hedges and topiary, taking the head off of a rather interesting rendering of an elephant. After a few more nicks and cuts, she gave it up for a while - deciding that her training can come later when she's ready. Then she followed in Elgana's footsteps. Literally. She trailed after her sister like a baby duckling and begged and pleaded for her to pay attention and play tea party with her. Elgana would spend hours sitting with her sister, and they had some tea parties that could be in books and fairy tales. Handsome frog Prince's, talking pigs and probably even a few benevolent emperors attended these teas. The middle sister doted on her little sister, and it was Elgana who helped her sister find her passion. That passion was books. They were her first true love (besides her family), and to this day her most persistent. She devoured books like they were food, and could be found hiding in a tree, nestled in between some stones, tucked in a nook in the house, or even hiding in the kitchen eating an apple as she was reading. When her sisters went to Arx, she remained behind, but after a few months of solitude she couldn't stand it anymore and followed them there. Time to be a pest again.

At first glance, Helena Redrain may seem a fragile thing, not crafted for this world. Her face has a fae-like cast to it, courtesy of high cheekbones and something of the imp in the smiles or smirks that often turn up the corners of her full lips. Her heart-shape face boasts a strong chin that lifts when she feels stubborn or willful. Her wide eyes, often caught in a far-off gaze as she alights upon an idea, evoke the pure blue of an afternoon sky as it deepens toward twilight. Golden hair curls and twists with a mind of its own, and attempts to tame it are only partly successful as an errant strand or two always seem to fall free of any hairdo. Not tall, her body is slim and lissome with slight curves that lend an innate feminine grace to every movement she makes.

This woman is a chameleon, a study of contrary behavior. She doesn't like to feel out of place, so when she walks into a room she behaves like the other people there, careful to only stand on when she feels comfortable doing so. Her family gets the spectrum, the mischievous prankster, the woman who makes funny faces behind an elder's shoulder as they give a lecture, a dainty Princess at a tea party with her legs primly crossed. She has watched people her whole life and noticed how people behave and the things that make people smile and be comfortable with others. She stands out and shines when she wants to, but otherwise she'll be in the background watching until she's comfortable enough to come bursting out of her shell.