Lady Ann Crovane
Let your armies be the books and the brains, the rain and the road less traveled.
Description: Everything about this woman, from the coy lift of her dark, thicker eyebrows to the fullness of her lips speaks of an intelligence lying in wait behind her cobalt eyes. High, noble cheekbones with a hint of ever-present natural blush are coupled with a regal forehead and smooth nose and a chin that never seems to lower. Her hair is dark and thick, a mane of tousled black waves that frames her face and almost gleams blue in the right light. She carries her willowy frame with sophisticated grace, her slender build a testament to the more bookish hours of her life or perhaps more than one night spent hungry on the road.
(Ann is no longer fat these days! Instead, she's carrying a tiny fat Lord around in a sling over her shoulder.)
Personality: For a supposedly stuffy old scholar, Ann is a remarkably devil-may-care Princess. For an older sibling, Ann has more often been the goad to temptation and the road less traveled. Any semblance to a bookish, authoritative woman is purely coincidental. But those are the two disparate sides to Ann Moriah Redrain, and they are as interchangeable as the sun and the rain, pulled out to suit the occasion or the mercurial nature of the woman herself.
Background: She was born Ann Moriah Redrain, a Princess with her nose buried in books and planted firmly at the feet of wise elders of the North, absorbing their tales, or off having adventures. Her childhood was indeed full of these - crossing into a spooky copse of trees or venturing upon high mountain peaks for the sheer exhilaration of it. As she grew into womanhood, these adventures became a little less childish and a little more odd. Always the one to goad into temptation, once she heard tales of wondrous relics or academic tomes, Ann (or sometimes Moriah, depending on her mood) would plead, coax, and cajole an intrepid (or sometimes reluctant) member or two of Redrain to accompany her to explore the tale. Among her favorite to pull to these adventures were her three brothers: Valerian, Torrus, and Angus - all three having perished, the latter valiantly so in the Night's Grove with the King and Sherrod.
Until the Silence came upon Arx, Ann might have wound up a wacky spinster aunt to her sister's children but a series of fateful events lead Ann to take up the role of Duchess of Stormwall, saying her vows to Duke Asger Crovane on the ashes of the once proud city, laid low. Together they rebuilt from the inside out and Ann has made it this far with her spirits undeterred, her loyalty unquestionable.
|Lycoris||A darling Duchess who speaks plainly and is quick with a joke. I do adore her and her book collection.|
|Zeriax||Brisk as the fresh northern air, yet radiant with the warmth of the heart of the mountains. A strong mind brought to bear with sharpened fangs and claws, passion channelled with the mountain's heartbeat.|