Lovely beyond compare, Jaenelle embodies all that is perfect about a woman. Her large blue eyes sparkle with a joy of life, even when staring off into space. Her creamy skin, unblemished by the trials of life, looks as smooth as satin. Soft highlights of pure gold set her flaxen hair ablaze as it curls ever so slightly about her cherubic face. More often than not, her expression is filled with cheer and mild, delighted mischief.
As an adult who has found her place, no longer desiring to live only certain parts of herself for certain people, Jaenelle has come into her own. The mask she hid behind to appear unassuming enough so others never quite caught on that there was more beneath the surface shattered into pieces. Her simple minded giggles have become laughter that invokes her entire being, and quick grins that form from inside jokes. The vacantly held stares have morphed into deeply thoughtful, meaningful glances. Composed and calulated, generous to a fault and fiercly loyal, she has found the perfect balance between remaining sociable and sweet while being someone others should never underestimate again.
Jaenelle led something of a charmed life. As the granddaughter of Prince Donrai Thrax, she was distant enough from the Prince of Maelstrom to be spared the more dangerous side of Thraxian politics but still close enough that she was given an excellent betrothal match to a handsome, well born noble. A Velenosan prince, even! They met and courted in Arx, sparing Jaenelle again from the more dangerous Lyceum and married in a beautiful ceremony that celebrated the renewed ties between two of the greatest houses in the world. Of course, not everything could be good luck. They weren't married long when a tragic accident took her new husband from her. While she's very sad, the Duchess Esera Velenosa assured Jaenelle that she's still a welcome and important part of her new family. So that helps. Yay!