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Reese Grayson
Social Rank	3
Fealty	Grayson
House	Grayson
Gender	Female
Age	19
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Noble
Height	5'6"
Hair Color	Golden
Eye Color	Crystal Blue
Skintone	Pale Peach
Family
Parents	Alarys Grayson
Siblings	Sabella Grayson, Lou Grayson
Uncles/Aunts	Rodric Grayson, Alarrion Grayson, Alari Grayson, Kellan Grayson, Alaricia Grayson
Cousins	Natalia Grayson, Gareth Grayson, Barric Grayson, Alarissa Thrax, Calain Grayson, Laric Grayson, Lark Grayson, Ainsley Grayson, Ailys Grayson, Aiden Rubino-zaffria, Minka Grayson, Aibek Grayson, Enoch Grayson, Morwythia grayson
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Description

Wide cheekbones and a gently dimpled chin provide a heart-shaped frame for the sky blue windows to Reese's soul. Thickly fringed with chestnut lashes and swirled with darker blue limbal rings, they are a captivating counterpoint to her smooth complexion and pale rose lips. Her beach-gold hair hangs in the laziest of graceful waves, barely bending around her face and shoulders.

Personality

A second cousin (and youngest of three) to the King, Reese has never been worried she might be called upon to be first among the peers and lead the Compact -- thank goodness! She has enough to worry about wrestling with the fear that she might someday be called upon to lead something else: a cavalry charge, a household, a gaggle of young schoolchildren...It's not that she's a timid or fearful young woman, no. Reese is very brave, and very conscientious. Too conscientious, maybe, so worried that her actions and decisions will lead to suffering and wrongdoing. She's rarely satisfied with a plan or policy, as a result, and is always trying to devise a better, more beneficial way to do things. Bubbly and undeniably girly, she's nonetheless got a force of personality and intellect that demands to be taken seriously.

Background

Reese has lived in Arx nearly her whole life, though she spent some summers in Bastion as a young adolescent, as most Graysons do. One of these summers changed her. The child Reese was enchanted with all things delicate, feminine, and pretty - including perceived roles. She wanted to marry a handsome prince, have lots of adorable princelets, and maybe, possibly, be rescued from a demon or dragon or something. Something terribly romantic! The summer of her twelfth birthday, she grew up - again, as most Graysons do. It was only remarkable because it was such a day to night transition for Reese.

The girl who had no concerns beyond her hair, her dresses, and her friends started to ask insightful and incisive questions about most EVERYTHING. The political climate of the day, economics, war and history..and most often, the law. She became a much more serious girl, unafraid to dirty her lovely dresses learning to ride, and fence, and the best way to shore up a cracked timber in a barn wall.

She told her family the change in her was the result of some time to herself, in which boredom forced her to actually THINK about herself, the world around her, and her place therein. It seems that once she started. . .she couldn't stop. Reese still loves flowers, and baby animals, and brightly colored lacquer on her armor, but she has a keen sense of duty to the society that gives her the opportunity for such fun and beauty.

It's a stroke of twisted luck that the current crisis of the King's rest has arrived after her personal rennaissance, as she can turn her mind to the problems facing the Compact in such a situation, and maybe come up with better solutions. Getting the right people to listen will undoubtedly be another struggle entirely.