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- Avita Seraceni + (On the surface, Avita's life looks pretty … On the surface, Avita's life looks pretty average. Certainly she has spent the majority of her youth in the lap of luxury, going through the mundane routine of the noble born; an education of politics and propriety, of economic and militaristic interests, of subterfuge and secrecy, all of that mind-rotting nonsense one is expected to know to be a fine represtative of the Ischian nobility. Whatever that means. She was being groomed to be an emissary of sorts, a political anchor in the storm that has raged and ebbed like an angry tide what seems to be a thousand times over by now -- that of the long-standing conflict between her people, and those of Skal'daja. Of course, it would take time for her to hone her craft before she was truly prepared to serve in such a capacity, but she had always shown an aptitude for swaying favour and inspiring ire at a whim. It wouldn't be long before her life would truly begin. Her talents were first truly noticed when she aided in rallying support for Seraceni's efforts during the Gyre War. Her involvement might have been minimal, but one does not have to scream just to make a point, do they? A war requires able bodies, an army needs supplies, and she would be instrumental in providing both. As success began to shine on the horizon, and victory seemed all but won, she was ushered on to her next great political adventure. She expected a new war, to swell the might of Seraceni, to broker the impossible bargains that would see them as an economical, political and militaristic powerhouse to rival the ducal houses of the compact. She thought she was getting what she wanted. She had gained some acclaim by this point as a shrewd negotiator, a soft voice that carried the gravity of consequence behind her sweetly worded speeches, and artfully written missives. She had found herself well in the thick of it, wading defiantly into the turbulant tides of war once more, as Skal'daja's agents grew bolder, and louder than ever before. Now was her chance. Now was her time! She must strike whilst the iron was ... what do you mean, that's not what's needed? ... What do you -mean-, 'politically sound union'?? Yes, she thought she was going to be the new name in all things political. That they would use her skills in the diplomatic arts to bolster their numbers, and send the Skal'dajani scuttling back to their castles in the sand. Instead, like her father before her, she was meant to wed a member of Eurusi nobility, that they might further strengthen their oft tenuous bonds in hopes of a more peaceful, unified future for Ischia. A Prince, in fact, that for reasons yet to be discovered was to be joined to Seraceni as a supposed boon granted. How strange. Regardless, marry she did. She's still not sure how she feels about it. Oh well. The show must go on!about it. Oh well. The show must go on!)
