|Parents||Rufus Blackram, Sildra Blackram|
|Siblings||Gustave Blackram, Gaston Blackram|
|Uncles/Aunts||Anders Blackram, Fitzwilliam Blackram, Rogar Blackram, Ansgar Blackram, Liara Blackram|
|Cousins||Victus Thrax, Elton Blackram, Lynette Thrax, Genevieve Thrax, Marjory Thrax, Dominic Thrax, Draco Thrax, Casivan Thrax, Alyona Thrax, Darya Thrax, Gideon Thrax, Estelle Blackram, Alecstazi Halfshav, Rotan the Traitor, Tyrus Thrax, Sylvi Thrax, Charlemagne Charon, Cahal Lyonesse, Emlyn Blackram, Natasha Thrax, Zyanya Lir, Ivy Blackram|
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There is an imperial beauty about this woman, from her impressive height and slender, smouldering green eyes that seem to be an island of emotion in the midst of otherwise icy features. Beauty comes from exacting precision: nails done just so, skin given just enough exposure to have a healthy color, bone structure refined but showing unmistakable strength in high cheekbones and strong shoulders, the sculpting of brow and the purse of lips just so. She has a striking and generous curvature, though it is perhaps less exaggerated given her great height.
Teagan is a woman who thinks in generations and centuries. What a town will look like from the very moment the first stone is paved, what challenges to a law will exist before the first scratch of quill upon paper is made. This should not be confused for being a dreamer: she is playing a very, very long game, and is cool, refined, and exceedingly precise in word and action. This can sometimes translate into treating others as facets of a larger system, though she genuinely believes it is for the best.
In a family that prides itself on its closeness to the land, Teagan Blackram grew up in the shadow of her more physical and agrarian brother. It is a matter of fact that so did everyone else, so Teagan reasoned that this was a Reasonable Thing and thus not worthy of fuss. In many ways she found this rather liberating, as her brother being responsible for matters of defense and diplomacy left her free to study economics and law, in her mind the two great constants of the universe. Indeed, she grew up a largely quiet and studious child, though many suspected this was an act of rebellion in deciding to be agreeable before it was demanded of her. This would prove to be an elaborately crafted masque for she studied only up until the point she was able to prove she was superior to the family steward by leaps and bounds, thus replacing him in matters of finance and personell within the Blackram household.
While never quite seen as a likeable or particularly charismatic figure, her ability to be both fair and practical (if never generous) with funds allowed the Blackram family to not only survive but prosper in the face of yearly Shav raids and the expectations of a populace that saw their lieges as more friends and neighbors than landowners. With the death of their father just two years ago the Blackram siblings have settled into a pattern: he the head that commands and the hands that execute, but she provides the framework that these decisions require to be effective. More than one suitor has been lured in by her intelligence and beauty only to be financially ruined and facing legal sanction, as she has deigned that only a man able to profit in spite of adversity shall have her hand.