Galatea Pravus
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| Galatea Pravus | |
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| Social Rank | 7 |
| Fealty | Pravus |
| House | Pravus |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 24 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Courtier |
| Height | tall |
| Hair Color | White-blonde |
| Eye Color | Green |
| Skintone | Ivory |
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Description
Elegance is the word that defines this woman. From the poise of her posture to the precision of her movements, she carries herself with a practiced, controlled surety. Stark white hair frames a milk-pale countenance, her vivid green eyes encased by halos of palest gold. Only the barest smattering of freckles beneath her eyes detracts from the uniform color of her skin. Standing quite tall indeed at around six feet, this is not a woman accustomed to looking up at people; her statuesque figure looms. That figure is curvaceous, abduntantly so, her bosom beyond ample. When she speaks, it is most often quietly: her voice is a deep, feminine murmur that has sometimes been compared to velvet.
Personality
Often excessively polite at first meeting, Galatea's sense of humor is typically dry, and a bit strange. A carefully-molded exterior hides enthusiasm and passion for those things with capture her interest. Always amicable, she often stops just short of being truly warm and open. A certain sense of mystery is something she willfully cultivates. Honor and dignity and justice are all very important to her, and she can have a bit of difficulty 'letting things go,' as it were. Still, she patience in excess.
Background
Librarian. Archivist. Alchemist. Galatea has been called all of these things. From a young age, she showed affinity for all that was written down in books, and at the Pravus estates, she found herself more often at the margins than in the limelight. This suited her just fine: for she is not a Pravus, not exactly, and there were those who would not let her forget it.
The product of one of lord Tiberio's infidelities with a nameless highborn of Valardin fealty, Galatea would elsewhere have spent her life swept under the rug. Indeed, her Valardin mother did exactly that: she sent her away to Setarco, where Tiberio was more indulgent, arranging for the girl to be raised in court, even if as an unlegitimized, fostered commoner. Her questionable circumstances led for some to shun her socially, and she had to learn to entertain herself on her own terms.
This she did most notably under a senior archivist, whose protege the young girl soon became. Intimately familiar with pen and ink, learning how to mix the latter led to the wider world of tincture and tonic, and so she has become a quietly confident young alchemist.
The one thing she has inherited from her mother--rumored to send her rare, anonymous letters--is the importance of honor, accountability, and dignity. Galatea aspires to be the very picture of decorum and grace, and has worked long hours at protocol. Recently summoned to the crownlands, it remains yet uncertain just what she will make of herself.
