Skye Blackshore

Skye Blackshore
Social Rank	6
Fealty	Thrax
House	Blackshore
Gender	Female
Age	21
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Shipwright
Height	5'2"
Hair Color	Chestnut
Eye Color	Cerulean
Skintone	Porcelain
Family
Parents	Cornelius Blackshore, Florence Blackshore
Siblings	Romulius Blackshore, Dycard Blackshore
Uncles/Aunts	Beryllia Blackshore, Magnus Blackshore, Oswald Blackshore, Quirin Navegant
Cousins	Turo Navegant, Valors Navegant, Estil Navegant, Regla Navegant, Kael Keaton
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Description

Delicate fine features are at odds with the fire that burns in her cerulean eyes. Thick chestnut locks twist and turn on her hair, falling light a waterfall around her shoulders and down her back. Pale ivory skin without a freckle to mar the palette. A proud nose and soft pink lips that smile when the wind blows through her hair. Her body curves like an hourglass giving her a narrow waist that shows off Thrax fashion well. Willowy arms move down to painter's hands that sometimes are stained in quill ink from her drawings. Her petite feet match the rest of her frame, leaving her to look up when she addresses her brethren.

Personality

Lady Skye Blackshore has a firm resilience in her voice that shows that despite her young age, she knows her mind and isn't afraid to say it. While not the most conventional of ladies, she will respect her elders provided they respect her and tries to follow social niceties. Razor sharp wit and keen mind are her hallmarks. When she's working on a project, nothing gets in her way.

Background

Lady Skye Blackshore came into this world on a rocking ship in the middle of a storm that almost split her father's ship in two. Lady Florence Blackshore was sick from the rocking and had to give birth to the fiery little baby that roared her way into this world. That moment in time seemed to set a precedence because she took her toddler years by storming, making her mother fear that the little girl would pitch overboard if she took her eyes off her. She used her two older brothers to help reign the little hellion in. Her father, Lord Cornelius Blackshore, served as a naval architect for House Thrax so his duties took him all over the Mourning Isles. He loved his wife deeply and didn't want to be parted from his family so he took them with him wherever he went. While she did find land when he would consult with the different ports, she spent most of her childhood on the water. She dressed like breeches and chased after her two brothers. Her mother desperately tried to get her to be a little lady but the tom boy inside Skye would have none of that. Her mother's declining health and father's distracted parenting left the girl more often than not to hang on the sailors on her father's ship and learn a host of profanity that no little girl should know.

When she turned eleven, Skye's life took a drastic change. Her mother's waning health got bad enough that Cornelius could not in good conscious keep her on the boat. He deposited mother and daughter at his family estate and then took her brothers with him so in one fatal swoop, the little girl lost most of her family to the sea. Suddenly she was surrounded by four walls and well-meaning tutors who fought with Skye to turn her into a lady. The frustrated pre-teen only got relief in the library that had all kinds of books on nautical subjects and her father's journals on his early ship designs. She memorized the drawings, started to make some of her own. A clever tutor fueled her love for the ocean into her studies, helped her focus on physics, mathematics and shipbuilding. When she did wear that dress or watched her tongue, Mistress Clara would take her down to the docks to see the ships. In some ways the wise, resilient spinster was more of a mother than Florence ever had been. Her absentee father came when his schedule would permit but it was months at a time that she would not see him. Time passed quickly under the scholar's firm hand and her days at sea started to fade a little. The wild hoyden turned into a beautiful young lady.

Unlike most girls, Skye waited to come to Arx until after her mother died. Even though the servants mostly saw to her mother, she could not abandon her like her father. While he did return to escort her to her cousin's residence in Arx after the proper observances were made. There was a quiet resentment from Skye that she had been landlocked all these years with her sick mother. While she is giving lip service about becoming a ward to Navegant, there is no way she's going to get married to some landlubber. The sea calls to her and she wants to walk on the decks again rather than dance at a ball and look for a husband.