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- Nanette Tyde + (Nanette always knew that she was the basta … Nanette always knew that she was the bastard child of her mother, Sylvia Courant, and some Lord or another from the Mourning Isles. Her mother travelled often, selling her services as an adequate painter of portraits, landscapes and animals like, with a preference for working with nobility. During one such commission, to her the woman tell it, a married Lord fell for her and in a careless moment of passion, they conceived a child. The Lord and Sylvia - the latter being sworn to Tyde - never got a chance to figure out what to do about the child they'd created, as the Rebellion came a short year after Nanette's birth and threw the young single mother's life into utter turmoil. As Thrax's navies approached Tyde Hall, Sylvia fled with her daughter. Sylvia was not a gentle mother. Raising Nanette alone, the painter attempted at every turn to work her daughter into the model of a Thraxian woman - reserved, demure, aware and accepting of her role in a world run by men. She only grew more callous and impatient as the years passed by, reprimanding the wayward child with words and cane alike. It was a constant, uphill battle, though mother and daughter did find a common interest in art - to an extent. Nanette had an eye for painting from a very young age, but whenever her mother tried to refine that talent, the young girl gravitated towards more morbid, less commercially viable subjects. A dead bird here, a few withering flowers there, a scarred old sailor over a wealthy noblewoman. This was not to say that her mother forced the trade on her daughter, far from it, Nanette took to it like a fish to water and adored every second that she had a brush in her hand - she simply didn't have the same tastes as Sylvia, who saw painting as a trade by which to make a living. There was little money to be made from sketches of carrion. Years went by, with Sylvia intending for Nanette to continue her trade - no more, no less - when her own eyes faded and her hands lost their grace. As luck would have it, however, another path called the young artist. With House Tyde formally reestablished and Tydehall University opening a few years later, a new direction opened itself to her. It took some convincing - there was arguing, shouting, tears - but eventually even the bitter old woman could see the merit of her daughter broadening her skills. Experience, worldly knowledge and a foot in the door in many subjects only helped make art blossom after all, and the connections she'd make should ingratiate her in the right circles; the ones who would pay good silver for good work. For a time, it seemed like Nanette's future had been firmly established - she'd study at the university and leave as an educated commoner with the knowledge and means to live out her days in moderate comfort. However, her path saw fit to twist yet again. Halfway through her education at the university, on her twenty-first birthday, Nanette was sought out by a servant who claimed to have worked for her father. The retainer had come to make good on a promise they made to the man long ago. A promise to give Nanette an old family heirloom, a signet ring, along with one of the last journal's he penned before his death - a journal proving her lineage and bloodline, and serving as a will wishing her legitimised as his child. Nanette had only just started to feel comfortable being a student, a scholar and an independent artist, but now the rug had been pulled from under her feet and she was expected to be so much more. The old servant, intent on making good on their promise, started to drill Nanette hard - teaching her the way of being not just a Thraxian woman, but a Thraxian Lady, while encouraging her strongly to finish her work at the university with more than just passing grades. It worked. Nanette graduated with distinction a few years later, and with her now-retainer's help, she managed to coax the University into sending Duchess Tyde a strong letter of recommendation. Now, Nanette has come to Arx in hopes of doing a good job as both a subject of House Tyde and a budding artist in the Capital, while simultaneously getting to know her father's side of the family. So far, she's kept his identity secret, having yet to declare herself as anything more than Mistress Nanette Courant. She knows it's not a secret she can hide for long, but until it is made public she's chosen to simply go with the flow.c she's chosen to simply go with the flow.)
