Télaivas Telamonius Turanis
Les Telaivas! C'est tellement bon de te voir. Mais oui, je suis d'accord que cela a été trop long; des années, même! J'avais entendu de votre père que vous seriez présent, mais je ne savais pas à quel titre. Vous trouvez bien le Conclave?
-- Oui, du moins, pour l'instant. Telaivas a fait un petit rire. "Je n'ai pas le temps d'explorer beaucoup, voyez-vous."
Anareliea, dont le nom souvent mal orthographié dans ses lettres, avait un intérêt similaire pour la magie. Ainsi, elle écrit et reçoit souvent des lettres sur ce genre de théories et d'autres. Sa dernière lettre à Anareliea portait probablement sur la fabrication de gants avec des bouts de cuivre sur les doigts, ou une où elle a utilisé ces gants pour contrôler et déplacer des poupées articulées comme si elles étaient vivantes. Bien sûr, cela signifiait qu'Anareliea était au courant de son aptitude à la magie, et du médaillon qu'elle utilisait comme point de mire. Telaivas a-t-elle mentionné dans ses lettres qu'elle faisait porter les gantelets que Frua portait? Peut-être, ou peut-être pas. Cela n'a pas d'importance, de savoir ce que Frua était capable de faire n'aurait pas beaucoup d'influence à long terme.
"Avez-vous déjà reçu cette dernière lettre? Je crois en avoir écrit un sur l'utilisation de ces gants avec les bouts de cuivre que j'ai faits." Elle a montré sa main droite, où elle portait un de ces gants. Il était fait de cuir simple, et fidèle à la description, avait chaque doigt capté avec du cuivre. Frappant ses doigts un moment, elle continua, souriant vraiment cette fois. "Je pourrais vous donner une démonstration plus tard dans mes quartiers, si vous voulez."
Frua et Ser Aivas se regardèrent brièvement, bien qu'ils restèrent silencieux derrière leur maîtresse. Il n'y avait aucune raison pour qu'ils s'expriment après tout, et Frua ne peut pas parler tant que Telaivas ne lui ordonne pas explicitement de le faire.
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.