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=Petra Elethin, Marquise by Courtesy of Verglade March, Kingdom of Furyondy, Oerth=
 
=Petra Elethin, Marquise by Courtesy of Verglade March, Kingdom of Furyondy, Oerth=
 
[[File:Petra Elethin.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Petra, in 3/4 profile, sits on a rock on a steep mountainside, her left hand raised as if holding a flower. She wears an ornate, long, and low-cut black gown. In the background, the steep green slope descends to the right. A tall mountain range, and a bank of clouds it's holding back, is visible in the distant background. The sky overhead is a spotless sapphire blue.]]
 
[[File:Petra Elethin.jpg|200px|thumb|left|Petra, in 3/4 profile, sits on a rock on a steep mountainside, her left hand raised as if holding a flower. She wears an ornate, long, and low-cut black gown. In the background, the steep green slope descends to the right. A tall mountain range, and a bank of clouds it's holding back, is visible in the distant background. The sky overhead is a spotless sapphire blue.]]
'''Background:''' [[file:d8a.png|24px|d8]] The period after the war in which the Elethins distinguished themselves as heroes is politically and financially volatile, as scores are settled, favors called in, and vengeances exacted. In the midst of turmoil and struggle, they welcome a child: Petra. Despite her lofty title she sees much more work, and far fewer servants, than a child of lesser station normally would. She receives far more rigorous instruction from her parents, and the occasional specialist tutor, than most of her peers do. Her family is careful to hide the worst from her, but as a born empath, she learns that no matter what, it is important to confront even existential trials with grace and with a smile; to make your best impression on company, no matter how dour they are. A flirt even before she could walk steadily, she puts these lessons to work and labors to refine them.
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'''Background:''' [[file:d8a.png|24px|d8]] The period after the war in which the Elethins distinguished themselves as heroes is politically and financially volatile, as scores are settled, favors called in, and vengeances exacted. In the midst of turmoil and struggle, they welcome a child: Petra. Despite her lofty title, she sees much more work, and far fewer servants, than a child of lesser station normally would. She receives far more rigorous instruction, from her parents, and the occasional specialist tutor, than most of her peers do. Her family is careful to hide the worst from her, but as a born empath, she learns that no matter what, it is important to confront even existential trials with grace and with a smile, and to make your best impression on company, no matter how dour they are. A flirt even before she could walk steadily, she puts these lessons to work and labors to refine them.
  
 
The time comes when and the full expectations her society has of her station are told to her. Young Petra decides that she will meet these expectations on her own terms, in service to her own ends. She applies herself to her father's elven Song magic, and her mother's devotion to diplomacy and peace, and puts them together into her own, new, thing.
 
The time comes when and the full expectations her society has of her station are told to her. Young Petra decides that she will meet these expectations on her own terms, in service to her own ends. She applies herself to her father's elven Song magic, and her mother's devotion to diplomacy and peace, and puts them together into her own, new, thing.
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She disdains weapons, but if she must, she carries a wooden staff.
 
She disdains weapons, but if she must, she carries a wooden staff.
  
'''Appearance:''' [[file:d12a.png|24px|d12]] (5'7"/1,7m, 105#/48kg, age 18) An otherworldly hymn to beauty given flesh, Petra seems taller than she is, and statuesque. An ageless, heart-shaped face smiles at the world with pink rosebud lips. Large, laughing, gemstone-green eyes complement her thick waves of copper hair, and her skin is the color of new cream. Peeking through her hair are the tips of her ears, which taper to delicate points. As with fine art, everything about her appearance flatters and compliments everything else. She moves with the grace and control of a dancer. A creature of high civilization, she is immaculately dressed and coiffed in materials of impeccable quality. She has rehearsed how she moves in her clothes to the point where they’re as much part of her movement and her expression as she is. Her voice is classically trained, all sonorous vowels, crisp consonants, and musical cadences, and her every movement is finishing-school precise. She is unarmed and unarmored. The smell of rose ancien trails behind her.
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'''Appearance:''' [[file:d12a.png|24px|d12]] An otherworldly hymn to beauty given flesh, Petra seems taller than she is, and statuesque. An ageless, heart-shaped face smiles at the world with pink rosebud lips. Large, laughing, gemstone-green eyes complement her thick waves of copper hair, and her skin is the color of new cream. Peeking through her hair are the tips of her ears, which taper to delicate points. As with fine art, everything about her appearance flatters and compliments everything else. She moves with the grace and control of a dancer. A creature of high civilization, she is immaculately dressed and coiffed in materials of impeccable quality. She has rehearsed how she moves in her clothes to the point where they’re as much part of her movement and her expression as she is. Her voice is classically trained, all sonorous vowels, crisp consonants, and musical cadences, and her every movement is finishing-school precise. She is unarmed and unarmored. The smell of rose ancien trails behind her.
  
 
==Distinctions [[file:d8a.png|24px|d8]]==
 
==Distinctions [[file:d8a.png|24px|d8]]==

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