⸺ Tegelisse⸺
la sans-tache
❛❛ 'twas the silliest thing—they spoke of wisps in the heavens of palest hue, claiming them to be clouds! such whimsy could never possibly be,right? ❜❜
⸺ Summary
The pride of House Valois—their unblemished maiden. A design so triumphantly realized that she remains a maiden even past the bond of wedlock, or so the whispers would have it. Her beauty is her purity, her innocence, her temperament: a woman so closely guarded she has scarcely ever soiled the hem of her gowns.So long as cobblestone gives rise to dust, she shall never cross beyond it.
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| House | valois | height | 6'0" (183 cm) |
| Status | wed | hair | ivory |
| Species | purebred elezen | eyes | foggy |
| Age | 28 | Skin | pale |
| Weight | 135 lbs (61 kg) | Name | tegelisse |
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⸺ Records
The bells rang forth, and with them her life was set in stone. She remembered little of that day—some fourteen winters past. The weight of the orchid wreath tugged at her scalp, buds yet to bloom. Hands guided her where she must stand, when she must kneel. A wedding was as befitting of her station as it was inevitable, and even then she understood with a quiet certainty.She was the product of virtues most holy—crafted tediously, preserved indefinitely. Born without sight, she nonetheless knew neither hunger nor pain, only the constancy of attendance. Handmaids bathed her at prescribed hours, laced her into gowns chosen for each time of day, lifted spoons to her lips when she did not ask to eat, and ever returned her to that same ornate chair.Before the current Baron, House Valois had been no less resolute: a minor noble house with no unique claim to renown. Thus they turned inward, cultivating from their own blood. They shaped her into an offering—hoping their lineage might endure, veins growing ever bluer with each generation. She learned early the rules of her existence: speak only when bid, move only when required, and want nothing beyond purpose.Yet in the quiet hours, seated in her childhood chair by the tall windows of her chambers, she would face the altar of their goddess and let her thoughts stray. To desire kinship beyond duty, to wonder what it might mean to speak and be answered—these she buried. Yet one thought persisted, resurfacing in the stillness.Despite a life meticulously given over—her body tended, her will narrowed, her lineage bent inward and thinned, every hour ordained, every comfort measured, every breath shaped toward the altar she was meant to face,she had never seen Halone herself.
⸺ Hooks & Rumors
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| The ball at eve | though many choices for travel remain foreign, gatherings for the wealthy and powerful ever find their way onto tegelisse’s schedule | ||
| A request | tegelisse quietly seeks assistance with something delicate and undefined—academic, spiritual, or arcane—offering little explanation beyond such | ||
| A matter of escort | safe passage is often requested from those who prove true in intent and desired skill—details to be disclosed only when necessary | ||
| The edge of the city | business, travel, or conflict brings many to the very boundary of the house's influence | ||
| Living evidence | to "prove" their claims and burnish their standing, house valois often hosts many gatherings, their fabled maiden set forth as a quiet centerpiece. the house remains strangely adamant, pressing all guests neither to speak nor interact with her beyond gaze |
⸺ Disclaimer
This character deals with themes I consider mature and may be uncomfortable for some. Please note that the views and actions of my NPCs or PCs do not necessarily reflect my own and are instead used to explore said concepts.Thank you!