Télaivas Telamonius Turanis
Bien sûr. De telles inventions sont très intéressantes, mais bien sûr j'ai aussi fait un long chemin dans mes propres études. Nous pourrions partager ma compétence dans les sciences magiques que vous avez encore à voir de première main quand nous échangeons notre apprentissage à la veille.
Ce n'était pas exactement la réponse qu'elle voulait d'elle. Alors qu'elle avait commencé la conversation sans aucune attente, une telle réponse n'était certainement pas ce qu'elle voulait. Avec une réaction si tiède et le congédiement occasionnel de sa création, une qu'elle avait travaillé à faire de ses propres mains, il était difficile de ne pas se sentir diminué. Certes, elle n'a pas chassé le cerf et guéri sa peau pour le cuir, pas plus qu'elle n'a forgé les casquettes elle-même, mais l'a façonné en gants, attaché les casquettes, et s'est assurée que tout était son travail et le sien seul. Elle a rempli un livre, et a passé par quelques plumes et puits d'encre en écrivant uniquement sur les gants seuls, dans ses efforts pour réellement faire fonctionner.
Je suis sûr que vous êtes excité d'apprendre sous Thornwell lui-même pendant que vous êtes ici. Comme nous l'avons tous été.
"Pourquoi oui, il y aurait peu de gens qui manqueraient une telle chance après tout." Elle était revenue à son maniérisme habituel, portant le même sourire léger et le même comportement que la plupart des gens la connaissent. "J'espère être digne d'une telle tutelle. Ce serait terrible s'ils trouvaient mes compétences manquantes."
Elle se moquait un peu de ça, ridiculisant légèrement les coins de ses yeux comme elle l'a fait.
"Ah, mais je m'excuse, je ne voulais pas te garder pour moi. Je suppose que vous avez mieux à faire que de m'écouter parler de moi. » En donnant un petit curtsy, elle continua. "Adieu pour l'instant."
Avec cela, Telaivas erra dans le hall, suivi par Frua et Ser Aivas. Elle est restée assez longtemps pour ne pas être considérée comme impolie, rencontrer d'autres personnes moins importantes, puis a fait pour ses quartiers, prenant des progrès déterminés une fois qu'elle était certaine que personne ne pouvait voir.
Ses émotions ont explosé presque immédiatement après qu'elle a franchi la porte de sa chambre et l'a enfermée derrière elle, enfermant Ser Aivas dans le processus. "Cette idiote coincée dans le cul de HARLOT!"
Frua s'est déplacée comme pour dire quelque chose, avant qu'un poing claqué dans son visage, l'envoyant en arrière. Elle a à peine eu le temps de se remettre avant que Telaivas lui jette un autre coup de poing, l'attrape dans les côtes. Collapsing, elle n'a fait aucun effort pour se défendre, alors que la princesse commençait à la frapper, éventant sa rage contre son serviteur. Il n'a cependant pas duré trop longtemps, car bientôt Telaivas s'est effondré sur le dessus de Frua, épuisé mais toujours fumant. Sans aucun doute Frua enveloppa ses bras autour d'elle, assise comme elle l'a fait. Respirant lourdement, Telaivas s'appuya sur sa bonne, murmurant des malédictions sous son souffle.
"Ah attendez, c'est vrai. Frua », a-t-elle parlé, souriant largement. "Vous pouvez parler maintenant."
"Ça te fait mal, salope. Tu vas en taule parce qu'une tarte ne te donnera pas l'heure de la journée? Tuez-vous en sang, pourquoi ne le faites-vous pas? Sauvez-moi la douleur d'un autre battement parce que vous ne pouvez pas supporter un cul pompeux." 
Il a fait pour une scène étrange, pour l'expression neutre ou l'inflexion de Frua à peine changé pendant son discours plutôt cinglant. L'étrange était encore la réaction de Telaivas, ou l'absence de celle-ci, car son sourire n'a jamais laissé son visage pendant cette tirade, et elle ne semblait pas non plus fascinée par son propre serviteur la badmouthing à son visage.
« À propos de cette dernière partie », elle étendit une main vers le plafond, regardant le gant qu'elle portait. "J'ai peut-être déjà un plan pour ça."
Telamonius

"Do you remember all the insects you stepped on?"
 N A M EPrincess Telaivas Telamonius Turanis of Kingdom Xahria

 A G E15.

 G E N D E RFemale

 I D E N T I T YForloni

 A P P E A R A N C E She looked rather frail being rather slight of frame, as if the slightest touch would turn her to dust. Being barely 156cm in height, or around 5'1" only served to to strengthen that illusion. Though that illusion will quickly shatter should she actually drop her facade. Upon her left hand is an elaborate locket with etchings so fine it looks almost organic. Inside is a picture of her mother, and the back is adorned with a deep blue gem that would be recognizable as a focus stone to those trained in magic.

 P E R S O N A L I T YTo those who barely knew her, or even those who had known her for years but not seen her without her constant facade, she seemed to be a well mannered princess trying her best to be good princess, being well groomed, well spoken, as well as elegant and demure in all things. A facade for the public, to boost her image, and lower people's guard around her. Every move would be calculated, her voice controlled subtly, and even some of her mistakes were played to her advantage.
To the few who knew her personally and had seen under her facade, she would be that girl with a devil-may-care attitude with a penchant almost bordering on obsession, of manipulating people and events for her own amusement. Not that those few would ever bother to interfere; her half-sister dotes on her a lot, her personal maid is firmly in her control, and the few servants who did know stayed silent in fear of punishment.
She is happiest when things go her way, and dourest when it does not. But rarely will she ever show those emotions, unless she can take advantage of it in some way.

 C H I L D H O O DFor most of her childhood, she was sick and bedridden, with her half sister constantly worrying about her, and after a few years, her personal maid, just barely older than her, started to worry about her as well. She envied her sister, for being able to do everything she couldn't, and soon burning hatred of her developed. It soon petered out into acceptance, where boredom instead started to consume her days. It was then that she started to ask her maid to bring her any news or rumors to her ears. For a while, that sufficed, until one day she decided that it would be more entertaining if she tweaked some information. After all, it made for a better story to listen to.
Every story or rumor that came to her ears, she would try to manipulate it further. That young farmhand that was trying to date two girls at once mysteriously met the other while dating one, that supposed haunted house was suddenly reported to have lights burning in it and mysterious shadows flitting here and there, that one pig showed up to her father's tea time dressed in a gown. While a few found out eventually, she was never revealed to be the culprit, with her sister keeping it secret thinking it was just a phase, and the servants being too scared of revealing the princess' secrets.
Eventually her father got hold of a magician that cured her, and those sort of activities stopped with only the occasional animals showing up very well dressed in odd locations. Her training and grooming to be the next heir began in earnest, as she finally got her wish to be able to do everything her half sister could. However, due to her past condition, she never really got much in terms of physical training, with most everyone fearing for her health if she even tried to get up on a horse by herself. While she was disappointed she couldn't really be as swift and strong as she wanted to be, she was grateful that she could finally get somewhere on her own. Though limited to her own castle, it was miles better than being cooped up in a single room.

 M O T I V E SEventually, her father decided she would have to go to the academy. Her new thirst for magical knowledge was getting stronger, and the mage they got declined to teach her more advanced techniques, saying she should instead get the best teachers at the academy. Her father agreed. After all, having more teachers opens up one's views more in his opinion.

 C R E D E N T I A L S
Diplomacy: While she does know how to keep low and ingratiate herself to other people, she could hardly be relied upon to persuade anyone to do anything they won't do with speech alone. Much less trying to negotiate anything with anyone, noble or not. Certainly not at the moment.
Faith: Not her field of interest to be sure. Only passing knowledge of this, and only because she needed those for her hobby.
Intrigue: Manipulation of information is easy enough; all it takes is the right words whispered into the right ears. While her only interest in intrigue is manufacturing events for her own interest for now, she wasn't above tweaking things just a little to get herself a little helping hand.
Magic: Having been saved by magic herself, she became interested in it immediately. For others it may not seem like a big thing, but when the bedridden child found herself walking on her own with the help of magic, it was hard not to feel awe. For now, she wasn't particularly skilled in any sort of magics, but she did have a flair for making magical items.
Martial: While she had gotten better from her illness, she did not magically sprout pecs the size of mountains and started swinging around a giant hammer. They did try to teach her some martial arts,and she did try to learn, but her body still could not keep up with any rigorous activities, so they eventually gave up trying to teach her martial arts, and focused on tactics and such instead. Not that she learned much, considering her teacher was an old man who constantly barked about how he did this and that when he was younger.
Stewardship: This was something she really disliked. Money was great, and she loved having more of it, but managing finances and balancing those were rather boring and tedious. There were others she could push to do them.
 C O M P A N I O N S
Ser Aivas:Her half sister, though none beyond Telaivas, her father and her own personal maid knew of it. She was considerably taller than her sister, standing at around 175cm, or at around 5'9", with jetblack hair and darker skin. Fiercely protective of her younger sister, as her younger sister was of her, though for probably different reasons.
Frua:A silent girl who served Telaivas and only her. Standing at just about 10cm taller than her mistress, with hair just a shade darker than hers, she had served Telaivas ever since Frua had been picked up from the gutters as an orphan.
A company of servants: A group of servants whose sole purpose was to make her life comfortable. Woe be upon them should they not do their job.
 R E L A T I O N S
Princess Anareliea:Ah, the princess. One who had visited from time to time, during balls and parties Telaivas' father hosted every now and then. Perhaps that time she tried to stuff a live frog in Anareliea's cupboard didn't go well, but at least now they had some common ground. Magic, magical theories and applications. They weren't that close, but hey, a contact is a contact. She could come in useful in future after all.
Princess Rhelissa:There was a brief period of time when this girl actually stayed with her. She can't really say much about Rhelissa, but she did manage to persuade her to go along with her tricks.Not a partner in crime, but a good acquaintance nonetheless, one that she had brought along multiple times to multiple schemes. Perhaps not one she could trust her secrets to, but she was getting there. Of course that was quite some time ago, so who knows how much the Princess had changed.