Princess Tikva Grayson
You can only really see the furthest with an open mind.
Description: Tikva is dynamic motion caught and bound into a slight, wiry frame; sculpted muscle and lithe grace combine in her youthful athleticism. An archer's strength cords the strong muscle of her arms and back. Her feet are rough and callused, her long-fingered hands strong but slim. Her eyes are large, vivid blue as a summer sky, beneath the darker arch of her eyebrows, expressively canted. Tiny freckles dust the bridge of her nose, the tip of which turns down in a slight snub. Her skin is warm and fair, her cheekbones high, her jaw's narrow angles drawing the suggestion of a heart's shape to her even features. Her hair is a soft fluff of sunset, its waves cut short around her jawline. The soft bow of her mouth turns up at the corners in the shade of an impish smile that rarely ever seems entirely vanished from her face.
(Tikva has the slightly frenzied look of someone who has been going for too many hours straight.)
Personality: Free-spirited, adventurous, and alive with a bright spark of seeming unflagging energy, Tikva launches a one-woman vitality assault on the world. Warm and generous of spirit almost to a fault, her compassion is coupled with a deep curiosity that frequently involves her deeply in other people's business. This warmth could become cloying if it weren't cut by a finely honed sense of the ridiculous, a wry pragmatism that frequently verges on snarky. Tikva's primary personal values are love and loyalty, and she holds personal and familial loyalty especially paramount in her heart of hearts. Tikva loves stories and songs and wants to know everybody's stories. She also enjoys words, being a creative thinker and speaker, and she likes to play with them and make them dance on their heads.
Background: It’s hard for a bastard to be born quietly, but sometimes it can be done. Tikva's mother was a godsworn priest of the Faith, who should really have known better than to become pregnant. Yet sometimes accidents happen, and it left the priest in kind of a bind. Luckily for her, she had a good friend in the seraph at Brighthold, and wrote there in urgent haste about the babe she had given birth to, certifying both the child's bloodline and her great need of a place to go. In time, the priest lost her role, and became one of the Silent Reflections, but the child was adopted by Count Laveer’s house, and grew.
An adventurous child who was hungry for tales and songs of all kinds, Tikva latched onto strangers who knew stories and absorbed her lessons like a human sponge for information. She embraced song of all kinds, music and dance; she grew carefree and clever, running barefoot through the holding and ambushing friends and family with affection. She grew to be a capable young woman, trained to be a scout high in the rigging aboard ships or high in the trees of the surrounding forests, and studied under the Count to learn the arts of diplomacy and understanding that would make her a useful, worthwhile future Voice. What she did not expect, and what neither did Tibault: on a rare visit to the capital, she met with the brother of Count Thesarin Riven, a tattooed and bright-hearted man full of impish mischief, and foolishly lost her heart to him. After a whirlwind courtship and much wheedling and back and forth between Count Tibault and Countess Mia, Tikva married him and joined the Twainfort: Lord Kelleth Riven and Lady Tikva Riven! Uncertain at first away from the seclusion and independence of the lighthouse at Brighthold, Tikva found her new family sustaining. But when her husband Kelleth rode out against the Abandoned and Tikva was -- at six months pregnant -- forced to remain behind, she had a very bad feeling about this that-- well, turned out to be right.
Widowed and grieving but determined, Tikva set forth in a new role as Voice of the Twainfort to establish herself in Arx and care for her son. She grew in personal fortitude and maturity, and accepted duties and responsibilities far beyond her ken. She joined in the effort to save the King from a coup attempt by then-Master-of-Questions Shreve Tyde, and when he was overthrown, she joined the Inquisition and studied under her new friend and mentor Laric Grayson, to find new ways to defend the Compact, honor her duties and find the light amidst the dark.
At the close of the siege of Silence, when Ainsley Grayson slew Tolamar Brand and raised his head in victory over the forces of Oblivion, Tikva rewarded him by finally accepting a marriage proposal she had refused many times, and became Tikva Grayson, Princess of Bastion. Her efforts for House Grayson and her training in diplomacy and statecraft led House Grayson to capitalize on her experience and her energy by making her a Voice, and she dedicated herself in service, in motherhood, in love and duty entirely to House Grayson.
|Aleksei||She's clever and funny and has an adorable kid who likes to climb on me and yell syllables. She's been terribly nice to me on many different occasions, and it's kind of perfect that she's marrying Ainsley now, one of my best friends.|
|Alexis||A spectator to watching the High Lord get his hair chewed on by Sir Arugula, she took this in stride. Voice of Riven, she seems kind and with an easy smile. And apparently, she's had lessons to impart to his grace as well!|
|Ann||Smuggling watermelons! I'm on to her. Seems pleasant enough, actually. I'm very happy to have her as a coworker.|
|Esoka||Sweet, wonderful Tikva. I have few friends among the Compact highborn, but I count her as one of my dearest. She never fails to make me laugh even when times are dark, and her work for Riven since coming to Arx has been tireless. We'd be lost without her.|
|Fiachra||A bright and lively scout. Perhaps her teaching methods are not the smoothest, but she shares her knowledge willingly and with good cheer, which is always a bonus.|
|Gisele||If there were a god of optimism and sunshine, Gisele would name the Ladt Tikva god-touched in an instant. She carries a song with her wherever she goes, and not just of the voice.|
|Jael||A delightful tablemate. It has been a long time since I have seen her and I would like to catch her sometime for a quieter chat.|
|Silas||Silas met Tikva at the Grotto, which is an excellent place for first meetings. There he learned she is a formidable songwriter! After, when he was first inducted into the Peerage, Lady Riven was one of the first to commend him as a Voice of her house - something he hasn't forgotten.|