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|First Name=Rhea
 
|First Name=Rhea
 
|Full Name=Rhea Acheron
 
|Full Name=Rhea Acheron
|Social Rank=5
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|Social Rank=4
 
|Fealty=Redrain
 
|Fealty=Redrain
 
|House=Acheron
 
|House=Acheron
|Parents=Rognan Nightgold
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|Parents=Rognan Nightgold, Adalisa Forza
|Siblings=Adalmus Nightgold
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|Siblings=Adalmus Nightgold, Riagnon Acheron, Lonzio Nightgold, Odile Nightgold, Ophne Monrosa
|Cousins=Nadia Nightgold, Cassius Pravus, Lydia Nightgold, Harlan Ashford, Olivia Ashford, Aislin Ashford, Signe Nightgold, Sigurd Nightgold, Mydas Acheron, Iraia Nightgold
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|Cousins=Nadia Nightgold, Cassius Pravus, Lydia Nightgold, Harlan Ashford, Olivia Ashford, Aislin Ashford, Signe Nightgold, Sigurd Nightgold, Iraia Nightgold, Nadine Keaton, Margerie Clement, Ambrose Keaton, Morden Keaton, Mydas Velenosa, Guy Keaton, Eleyna Velenosa, Llyr Nightgold, Ronan Acheron, Sabine Tessere, Cosimo Tessere, Elysio Forza, Willow Nightgold, Nikias Inverno, Elyid Acheron, Talissa Keaton, Baelor Keaton, Kastelon Keaton, Glain Keaton, Kendrick Keaton, Enos Keaton
|Uncles Aunts=Lorton Nightgold, Osmond Nightgold, Helena Nightgold, Brogan Nightgold, Neddim Nightgold, Alaricia Nightgold
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|Uncles Aunts=Matteo Forza, Lorton Nightgold, Finlay Nightgold, Osmond Nightgold, Moirin Nightgold, Helena Nightgold, Niadre Acheron, Edilberto Forza, Elidonza Forza, Brogan Nightgold, Neddim Nightgold, Alaricia Nightgold
 
|Gender=Female
 
|Gender=Female
|Age=20
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|Age=24
|Religion=Kinda Shamanism
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|Religion=Pantheon/Shamanism
 
|Vocation=Elective
 
|Vocation=Elective
|Height=5'8
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|Height=average height
 
|Hair Color=Black
 
|Hair Color=Black
 
|Eye Color=Blue
 
|Eye Color=Blue
 
|Skintone=Fair
 
|Skintone=Fair
 
|Character Status=Active
 
|Character Status=Active
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|Description=The first impression that Rhea strikes is her cool, clear skin, in ivory contrast to the long fall of her dark hair. She is ebon and cream, midnight and moonlight. Though a sculptor could have cast her features from marble -- the clean angles and planes of her cheeks, the willful strength of her angled jawline -- the dynamic animation of the bow of her mouth with its hinted shade of bladed smile, and the intensity of her brilliant gaze, are irreproducible in art. Her eyes are a vivid, intense blue, remarkable for both clarity and color beneath the quirk of fine, dark brows. Lean as a rail, she is a woman of rangy height and long limbs, her hands fine-boned with long fingers that speak in fleeting, active gestures.
 
|Description=The first impression that Rhea strikes is her cool, clear skin, in ivory contrast to the long fall of her dark hair. She is ebon and cream, midnight and moonlight. Though a sculptor could have cast her features from marble -- the clean angles and planes of her cheeks, the willful strength of her angled jawline -- the dynamic animation of the bow of her mouth with its hinted shade of bladed smile, and the intensity of her brilliant gaze, are irreproducible in art. Her eyes are a vivid, intense blue, remarkable for both clarity and color beneath the quirk of fine, dark brows. Lean as a rail, she is a woman of rangy height and long limbs, her hands fine-boned with long fingers that speak in fleeting, active gestures.
|Personality=Rhea isn't a 'bad person'. She doesn't go out of her way to hurt or frustrate others. In fact, she's quite the helper. The problem with her help is that people come by it in two distinct ways. Either someone asks for it and she helps them how SHE thinks they need it, or she decides they need her help and gives it to them. A *little* aggressively. See, Rhea knows she knows best. Oh, she knows not to tell EVERYONE that she knows best. Never goes well. Took her some thirteen years to realize it. It's just sometimes you have to crack a few eggs to make someone's life into a better omelette, and people are awfully protective of their eggs to the point they're more likely to let them rot than use them. Or something like that.
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|Personality=Before serendipitously inheriting Aviaron's Peak, Rhea was a young woman who knew it all and was all too happy to meddle and manipulate others. Never for personal gain, of course, but out of a genuine desire to make their lives better. Her interests were varied but rarely lasting; whatever she cared about, she cared for deeply but only briefly.
  
Metaphors are not her strong suit. They are just objectively not, but that's besides the point. The problem with Rhea herself is that nobody has ever successfully made her care about something she didn't come to some natural conclusion about herself. She simply cares about the things she cares about for whatever reason she has, and those things become the deep (if often hidden and short-lived) passions that drive her.
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You would think becoming responsible for so many other people would temper her. You would be wrong. She now spends her days arguing with her advisors and ministers about things like whether or not they should reallocate their defense budget to engineering a man-made lake atop the Peak for year-round ice fishing. Amateur comedian or waiting disaster? Public opinion is mixed. At least she's (usually) nice!
|Background="So Death is a goddess in the Pantheon, right? Not that I really care for them, but I have this theory. Even gods make mistakes here and there! So in my case -- there that old crone Death is, carefully lowering another soul into the world. She is TICKLED PINK by what this particular soul would set into motion. Meanwhile, Mangata pulls her hungover ass out of bed after a long long loooong night. Goddess of wine, you know? Anyway, Mangata bumps into Death while trying to put together her hair of the dog. Death drops the ancient heroic soul meant for -my- baby body into a gnat. Oops. Too late to take it back! Rather than let me born a soulless abomination, Death just grabbed her last reject soul and stuffed it into me. And THAT, Your Highness, is why my father is so disappointed in me. It's not anything I'VE ever done. It's DEATH'S fault, and I see absolutely no reason to change anything I'm doing because frankly, FATHER, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN A GOAT'S--"
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|Background=Even as a child, Rhea was bossy and very focused on guiding other people, just rarely in a way they'd want their guidance. No, Rhea, you can't help Riagnon toughen up by filling his mattress with rocks. No, Rhea, don't cut your uncle's armor straps because he hasn't realized he's grown too fat for them. No, Rhea, you should not be ordering those obviously satirical self-help books from the Great Archive and be giving them to people you don't like. Attempts to curb this behavior backfired, but the worst of it seemed to bleed out of her over the years, until she drank a bit too much at a diplomatic dinner and threw her goblet on the guest of honor. A decision was made to huck her off to Nightgold's cadet branch.
  
Right. Maybe not the best place to start the story of Rhea Nightgold's life, but we can summarize in objective terms not colored through her bias. Girl gets born into a minor branch of Nightgold. Girl is a hassle. No, Rhea, you can't help your brother toughen up by hitting him. Girl doesn't respond well to discipline. No, Rhea, you should not be cutting your uncle's armor straps because he hasn't realized he's too fat to fit into it yet. Years go by. No, Rhea, you should not be ordering those obviously satirical self-help books from the Great Archive and be giving them to people you don't like. Situation doesn't improve. No, Rhea, you absolutely should not give your brother's favorite 'friend' A Talk. Girl plays possum with etiquette. Etcetera, etcetera. One evening they're entertaining a visiting Valardin. Nobody told the new servant that you do NOT LET RHEA HAVE MORE THAN THREE GLASSES OF WINE. It goes poorly.
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Within three months, it came out the head and only other member of that cadet branch was actually a long lost prince. He went home. Oops. After a month of waiting for a long lost Aviaron to appear in similar fashion, she declared herself Marquessa.
 
 
They decide to send her off to one of the only cousins she gets along with. On her way down, said cousin's wife dies. Terrible tragedy. Golden opportunity. Arx, meet Rhea Acheron, ward of Mydas Acheron.
 
 
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Latest revision as of 00:49, 31 March 2022

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Rhea Acheron
Social Rank 4
Fealty Redrain
House Acheron
Gender Female
Age 24
Religion Pantheon/Shamanism
Vocation Elective
Height average height
Hair Color Black
Eye Color Blue
Skintone Fair
Family
Parents Rognan Nightgold, Adalisa Forza
Siblings Adalmus Nightgold, Riagnon Acheron, Lonzio Nightgold, Odile Nightgold, Ophne Monrosa
Uncles/Aunts Matteo Forza, Lorton Nightgold, Finlay Nightgold, Osmond Nightgold, Moirin Nightgold, Helena Nightgold, Niadre Acheron, Edilberto Forza, Elidonza Forza, Brogan Nightgold, Neddim Nightgold, Alaricia Nightgold
Cousins Nadia Nightgold, Cassius Pravus, Lydia Nightgold, Harlan Ashford, Olivia Ashford, Aislin Ashford, Signe Nightgold, Sigurd Nightgold, Iraia Nightgold, Nadine Keaton, Margerie Clement, Ambrose Keaton, Morden Keaton, Mydas Velenosa, Guy Keaton, Eleyna Velenosa, Llyr Nightgold, Ronan Acheron, Sabine Tessere, Cosimo Tessere, Elysio Forza, Willow Nightgold, Nikias Inverno, Elyid Acheron, Talissa Keaton, Baelor Keaton, Kastelon Keaton, Glain Keaton, Kendrick Keaton, Enos Keaton
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Description

The first impression that Rhea strikes is her cool, clear skin, in ivory contrast to the long fall of her dark hair. She is ebon and cream, midnight and moonlight. Though a sculptor could have cast her features from marble -- the clean angles and planes of her cheeks, the willful strength of her angled jawline -- the dynamic animation of the bow of her mouth with its hinted shade of bladed smile, and the intensity of her brilliant gaze, are irreproducible in art. Her eyes are a vivid, intense blue, remarkable for both clarity and color beneath the quirk of fine, dark brows. Lean as a rail, she is a woman of rangy height and long limbs, her hands fine-boned with long fingers that speak in fleeting, active gestures.

Personality

Before serendipitously inheriting Aviaron's Peak, Rhea was a young woman who knew it all and was all too happy to meddle and manipulate others. Never for personal gain, of course, but out of a genuine desire to make their lives better. Her interests were varied but rarely lasting; whatever she cared about, she cared for deeply but only briefly.

You would think becoming responsible for so many other people would temper her. You would be wrong. She now spends her days arguing with her advisors and ministers about things like whether or not they should reallocate their defense budget to engineering a man-made lake atop the Peak for year-round ice fishing. Amateur comedian or waiting disaster? Public opinion is mixed. At least she's (usually) nice!

Background

Even as a child, Rhea was bossy and very focused on guiding other people, just rarely in a way they'd want their guidance. No, Rhea, you can't help Riagnon toughen up by filling his mattress with rocks. No, Rhea, don't cut your uncle's armor straps because he hasn't realized he's grown too fat for them. No, Rhea, you should not be ordering those obviously satirical self-help books from the Great Archive and be giving them to people you don't like. Attempts to curb this behavior backfired, but the worst of it seemed to bleed out of her over the years, until she drank a bit too much at a diplomatic dinner and threw her goblet on the guest of honor. A decision was made to huck her off to Nightgold's cadet branch.

Within three months, it came out the head and only other member of that cadet branch was actually a long lost prince. He went home. Oops. After a month of waiting for a long lost Aviaron to appear in similar fashion, she declared herself Marquessa.