Caith Thrax
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Caith Thrax | |
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Social Rank | 3 |
Fealty | Thrax |
House | Thrax |
Gender | Female |
Age | 22 |
Religion | Gild! (well, Pantheon) |
Vocation | Noble |
Height | 5'4" |
Hair Color | Champagne Blonde |
Eye Color | Green |
Skintone | Fair |
Family | |
Parents | Alyona Thrax, Edouan Leary |
Siblings | Cassima Thrax, Coraline Thrax, Catriona Thrax |
Uncles/Aunts | Genevieve Thrax, Rien Thrax, Elili Leary, Tyrus Thrax, Baelen Leary, Teagan Blackram, Valitina Leary, Dominic Thrax, Kestrel Leary, Darmik Leary, Sylvi Thrax, Damia Thrax, Darya Thrax |
Cousins | Seva Thrax, Tomwell Leary, Fairen Leary, Hianara Leary, Edouan Leary, Elloise Leary, Arcadia Stahlben, Agric Leary, Ilmia Leary, Corbit Leary, Aelia Thrax, Thora Blackram |
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Description
Caith has a wind-whipped style, an elegance, and a softness to her motion, the poise of someone who is always on the edge of dancing. She wears her fine champagne-blonde hair loose in stylistically tousled waves to her shoulders, and tends to have at least one article of clothing that she can whirl about, be it skirts or a filmy scarf. Her nails are perfectly manicured, frequently carefully painted, maybe to distract attention from the signs of calluses about her fingertips. Her eyes are large and deep green, with a bright luster, and she can pull off just a killer wink. Her hand with makeup is subtle and elegant but for her habit of reaching for lip color just one shade too dark for her fair skin and soft gold hair. She is slight and slim, with fine bone structure and high, aristocratic cheekbones in her slightly narrow, angular face.
Personality
There is an unassuming energy about Caith, a warm, vivacious outpouring of herself into her surroundings that, despite her occasional forays into the fantastical or strange and a tendency to occasionally take metaphors really just too far, makes it difficult not to like her at least a little bit. Imaginative, creative and deeply generous, Caith's passion for life, for story and for a general, optimistic embrace of common humanity makes her a lively addition to most social situations. She wants adventure and romance, although to be clear, not too much romance, because she doesn't want to be tied down. She wants to be free to see the world. She wants to help people, and to give away more than she gets, but also not to give away too much, because she recognizes that it costs money to outfit an expedition, and to keep a girl in books she hasn't read. There is an elegance to her, a freewheeling grace, a lure that is hard to resist.
Background
Princess Caith Thrax, the first daughter of her mother Alyona's second marriage, followed by two other younger sisters -- ack, sisters everywhere, even an older half-sister from her mother's previous marriage, though she and Cassima were too many years apart to be truly close -- until her mother finally gave up and admitted that there just weren't going to be any sons. According to the marriage contract between Thrax and Leary, the daughters of the marriage would be fostered at the Leaholdt, due to some ideas both Caith's father Edouan Leary and his family had about what happens to women in the Mourning Isles. It's strange to think that your summers by in the woods were paid for essentially by a great many lumber concessions made in a trade negotiation before you were born, but Caith loved her time with her Leary uncles and aunts, and she loved, especially, her time on the ships sailing back and forth from the spar at Brighthold to the south of the Leaholdt to her real family's home at Maelstrom. She would stand at the prow of the ship, letting the sea spray splash on her face, and pretend that they were sailing -- not the simple route with which she was familiar -- but to wild, faraway, or just straight up fantastically made up places.
For Caith's whole life, there were two things she loved best: being outdoors where her imagination could run away with her and escape, and being indoors, surrounded by paper and ink, breathing in the words written on the page so that ... her imagination could run away with her and escape. There was a vivacious, infectious energy about her that enabled her to share her wild flights of fancy with the other children, sometimes even those serious children who would ordinarily be more interested in other things. A born storyteller and a winsome speaker, Caith learned to spin her tales for others and learned to listen well; it became a skill as she grew older that also became excellent for derailing burgeoning conflict, a master distraction artist that would make her namesake proud.