Difference between revisions of "Elizabetha Grayson"

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Description

She seems to flow, tall and swanlike in silhouette. The slender curves and angles of her form pronounce a sleek symmetry, taut with muscle from her core throughout her long limbs. Her satin hair, the deep blonde of burnished gold, ripples down around her in voluminous sheets to sway with the flare of her hips. A soft fringe edges the curve of her face in sunlight. She watches through the heavy gilt of her lashes, eyes large and round with irises in a play of cognac shades that smolder upon her high cheekbones. Her creamy skin blooms with a sun-suffused glow, touched to the apples of her cheeks, the upturn of her nose and the bow of her lips, as little freckles dust her collarbones and shoulders. A pattern of flowers and vines inks a silvery lacework around her left wrist.

Personality

Elizabetha's sunny eyes and smile conceal no artifice. With a flair for dramatics, she is, at the surface, unsubtly whimsical and inclined to showmanship. She exaggerates, she embellishes, and can play up any facade. The moments of quiet are what draw out something beneath the vim and verve, a depth of artistic thought and pragmatic romanticism. To many, her affinity for numbers and academic rigor strikes as a surprise, reflected in her infatuation with alchemy.

Background

Born for royalty, Elizabetha grew up in a dream as reality. She found it terribly romantic to be a princess, a damsel, her favorite archetype in the stories she adored throughout childhood. This sparked an early romanticism, which she first expressed on canvas and stage. Innately an actress, she took to performance around age 5, when a Grayson dinner party was witness to an impromptu song and dance atop the table. Art, nevertheless, she names as her true calling. Her work won a plethora of contests, competitions, submissions throughout her years, her growth evinced in each flux of style. Eventually, her touch was lent to halls of marble and gilt.

In adolescence, she maintained all that life and vibrancy, with a newfound curiosity that rooted itself in something beyond the typical: the study of alchemy. Her interest budded from a yearning to push the boundaries of painting, but progressed into a deep love of knowledge and academia. Her pursuits led her to experimentations, often safe enough, though she did pick up a few of the less acceptable practices-tattoo artistry a result. Moreover, she adapts the science into her art, the product either disastrous or ingenious.

As she matured, Eliza began to note the world around her, the potential it held for her. A budding hunger for exploration drew her from her gardens and halls, to the place where all converge: the capital. Arx is her canvas and her stage, hers the next mark to sweep its expanse.