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Every child goes through a truth-telling phase. "His nose looks like a dry toad, she's bow-legged as my pony!" they say. Then they grow up. Juniper also grew up but she never lost her preference for adhering to the truth as she saw it. Child of a father who worked in the mines and a mother who carried shield and spear to protect others, Juniper was the cuckoo in the next of their little family. Her parents and her siblings were all large, healthy, stoic people; no one quite knew what to make of their small, sweet and social child-- especially as she was prone to pointing out the realities of the world and people around them. But she was endearing in her own way. As she grew older, she earned a string of successively ridiculous nicknames like Pebble, Slip, Fidget and Flop, all of which broadcast the bemused love her family had for her and her curious ways. They went above and beyond to secure her a life more appropriate to her needs, with small, slender strings pulled by her mother to secure her a place as bodyservant to Rhea Nightgold. There, they hoped, she could receive the education best suited to her particular strengths. And there, in spite of humble beginnings and her preference for unabashed honesty even in refined company, she excelled. So much so that when Rhea was transported to Arx, it was determined Juniper would go with her as a "positive influence". What the social soothsayers did not expect was that Juniper, though still adoring of her mistress, would be lured away to join the Whispers. The new heir smell hadn't even worn off of her lady yet! But there she is, ensconced as fresh-faced and earnest courtier in a city where lies are frequently used as currency and her tendency towards truth-telling may carry a distinct liability.

A study in contrasts: the depthless jet of Lycean eyes behind a veil of curls the colour of banked coals in winter. Juniper is the best of North and South in presentation, combining the elegance and refinement of feature so famous among the city-states with the vibrant warmth and resiliency of those raised among chilly, distant mountains. In a room of beauties, it's true she might be lost, even with such colouration-- there will always be others more lovely, more radiant; those who are more petite or more imposing. She walks the middle ground and achieves in her bearing something else, something worthy: hers is happy and supportive company, with the broad strokes of her endearing personality carried foremost before her, like a shield... or a chalice, held up in offering to those who recognize her merit in a glance.

It's easy to mistake Juniper's curiousity and energy as facets of a shallow and youthful character. She's bright of mind and spirit, with a tendency to focus on the good and the constructive as a means to balance all the bad in the world. This has often seen her written off as young, naive, hopelessly optimistic. Beneath the glimmer of high spirits and boundless enthusiasm, she is keen, perceptive and fiercely committed to maintaining the warmth she carries in her heart for her land and her people. June knows the world is a dangerous place, full of unknowns. But where she walks, the atmosphere feels less oppressive, and those she reaches out to help are often left feeling refreshed and renewed, capable of shouldering their burdens once more... so maybe there is something to her take on things too.