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Like many a Fox that bears the name Velenosa, Isobella hails from the beautiful shores of Lenosia. Clever from a young age, she delighted in puns and riddles, sitting at the knees of the silver-tongued elders who lived and died by words weighed in gold. Perhaps then, it came as no surprise that she decided to go into politics. Honied words coupled with the Velenosa pride in keeping her word made her a trustworthy advocate, and as a young woman her accomplishments in seeing Lenosian wines and vintner cuttings shipped over land and sea were modestly impressive. Of course, as a Velenosa with a gift for pouring wine as artfully as selling it, Isobella was as well-known for planning parties as trade routes, collecting secrets and debts like fragrant flowers. The scent of commerce and intrigue eventually enticed the young woman to Arx, where she might put her blossoming talents to use for the good of the Lyceum.

A waist-length mane of riotous, reddish-brown curls frame a face that is decidedly composed amongst the chaos. Golden eyes with a hint of steel sit beneath dark brows in a perpetually skeptical arch. Hers is the leonine grace of youth, all slender curves and long limbs that never seem out of place, centered in her own sphere of blossoming gravitas.

A clever turn of phrase can make all the difference to a memorable social encounter or a lucrative trade deal, and sometimes it can turn one into the other. Facts and figures are Isobella's trade, whether they refer to the prices of luxury goods by day, or who wore them best that evening. Cunning like a well-fed fox, hers is a seemingly indolent savvy that would graciously sell you the shirt on your own back. Twice.