Lucrezia Pravus
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| Lucrezia Pravus | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Pravus |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 24 |
| Religion | Faith |
| Vocation | Soldier |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Hair Color | Light Brown |
| Eye Color | Dark Brown |
| Skintone | Tan |
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| Parents | Tiberio Pravus |
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Description
A lean-looking woman who is built more like a dangerous feline than dame at court, Lucrezia's looks point to a definitive noble ancestry. The dirty blonde hair and dark eyes point to a live at sea and the experience that comes with it, and while much of her is sharp, there is enough about her that makes it clear she wasn't born from commonfolk. Her face has a certain boyish charm to it, something sassy and cheeky, altogether too playful when it needs to be. Not very curvy, Lucrezia makes it up with a gait to her step that makes her feel dangerous, instead of sultry. She appears very fit, and she obviouly trained her body, leaving her with a stronger, more lean and aggressive look than might actually be the case. Her skin is tan.
Personality
Lucrezia is the charming outsider, in all her roguish glory and foreign quasi-barbarism. She prefers to go where the tide of her desires takes her, where there is something worthy to be conquered, be it rival to be beat, a new record to be set, or a new lover to be won. The only constant is Pravus, her anchor. Outside loyalty to her family, she has no patience for pretty dresses, the right way of using dozens of silverware per meal and fake smiles, she cannot abide for fake compliments and will speak her mind, perpetuating the Pravus stereotype for being the source of many a scandal. Hard to rein in, she was born to be free.
Background
Lucrezia was the daughter of the widowed Tiberio Pravus, the Sword of Pravus and Butcher of Luciva, the most honorable man of Setarco. Although Tiberio was idolized by many, Lucrezia was his greatest admirer. Since she could remember, all the young Lysene ever wanted was to make him proud.
It all changed one night, during Belladonna's rise to power. Always one to follow her father to ambush him with affections, Lucrezia was in the room to witness Tiberio, weeping, while his liege and cousin was slain by a mysterious figure. The Sword of Pravus did nothing to protect the Duke, and had no battle wounds to show for when help arrived, already too late.
From hero to disgraced coward, the harshness of his fall broke Tiberio. He was stripped of his post, and the new duchess could barely look at her uncle without tensing her jaw. With his banishment from the Keep, Tiberio did not survive the life in the city proper, and one dreadful night, during the festival to honor the death of the late duke, a group of drunken commoners stabbed the former Sword to death in the name of Piero Pravus.
Afraid, Lucrezia ran, she ran through the crowds of revelers and stumbled her way down to the Drowned Bay, where she scurried her way into a foreign ship. In grief, the young woman just let herself cry, and passed out aboard the docked vessel, but when she woke up, she was far, far away from home.
Life in the sea was rough. Lucrezia was made to scrub the floors and clean the weapons, she was taught to cook and carry her weight, but every new night where the ragtag crew of many nations expected the Arvani softie to throw herself in the sea, she endured, and every day, she learned, until they taught her how to read the stars, dance, fuck and wield a sword. She learned of the vastness of the world, and how little she knew of it. The senselessness of her pain was a fuel at first, but overtime, she became less defined by her grief, and grew into her own woman.
The years at sea treated Lucrezia well, but now her heart finally sends her home, to her family, having heard her cousin never stopped looking for her. Aboard an already-infamous galley, the Wanton, and marked by her years abroad, the daughter of Tiberio is back to gain the favor of Pravus and discover the truth about her father, and why, all those years ago, he did not strike the murderer down.
