Princess Gabriella Pravus
The gods blessed me with second chance at life, mongrel. Shall we see if they are so kind to you?
Description: Gabriella is the picture perfect Setarcan woman in all her defiant bearing and devilish good looks. Standing about 5'7" high, the leader of the Swords of the Morning commands a piercing blue gaze and possesses a lustrous mane of golden hairs that always seems to catch the wind right to make Gabriella look every bit the heroine of Pravus the people deem her to be. Any purposeful movement reveals lean muscle underneath her sun-kissed skin, speaking of years of practice and exercise.
Given her complete lack of blemishes and minor scars, one would be surprised to find a long, thin one running along her left forearm and past her wrist. While youthful, the warrior of Setarco seems to take to battle frighteningly easy, a storm of gold and blood once arrows begin flying. Those who fight alongside her, however, seem to hint that behind blue eyes lies a wicked storm that lusts for the blood of men.
(Gabriella's long hair is currently bound up in an intricate crown braid.)
Personality: The Commander of the Swords of the Evening must protect her countrymen, and she must be loyal to House Pravus. Those are the basic lessons from Tiberio, but when has Gabriella ever settle for mediocre? The golden-maned warrior loves Setarco, and Setarco loves her back. When she rides through the city, Gabriella reins her horse in to fight a robber just so the people can feel secure. She kisses babies in festivals and dances with the men under her in celebrations. Inheriting Tiberio's charm, Gabriella celebrates and is celebrated by her folk.
At least, that is how she is seen. In private, the behavior of a true paragon sometimes slips into something... more sinister. Her brand of humor, the one that actually makes her laugh, and not simply give a false guffaw for, is certainly dark. There is just something funny about a de-limbed enemy trying to crawl away in the battlefield.
The only time Gabriella lets herself fully go is in the battlefield, where she is in her element, cutting down her enemies with joyous glee. A creature of passions, she is often at her most raw when smeared in blood.
Background: Gabriella is the oldest daughter of Tiberio Pravus, a Sword of Setarco known for his skill and charisma, and a few days after her fifth nameday, she was taken by a deadly malady. Despite all the efforts of House Pravus, and the mountains of silver offered, no physician gave Gabriella a chance. Her mother, Lady Aurora Pravus, would not have it.
The headstrong woman gathered her personal guard and rode out of the Silken City and would not return for three weeks. What happened nobody knows, but Gabriella returned sleeping soundly in her mother's arms, resting peacefully for the first time in months. She was cured, a miracle, and Lady Aurora never spoke of it again. From that point forward a fire lit up in the girl. She and her sister Lucrezia were wild together, and Gabriella would find herself desiring to fight. The sisters planned their future together, and while Lucrezia loved the waves, Gabriella dreamt of the battlefield.
She would be knighted at the age of seventeen by the ruling Duke then, in the same day her father and the duke were assassinated, and her sister Lucrezia vanished, all thanks to House Argento's machinations.
The remainder of the House had no option but to fight back. Viviana would become Sword to protect the new Duchess, the inexperienced Belladonna, while Gabriella took over the command of the Swords of the Evening, her father's men. Consumed by a desire for revenge, Gabriella was vicious in the invasion of Nilanza. None were as cruel or violent as the daughter of Tiberio, something that earned her the title The Butcher's Daughter.
War washed her father's honor, but it put a stain on Gabriella's soul. She has become more of a recluse in Setarco, and some say her disease, the one that almost took her life when younger, has returned, but the knight does not confirm or deny it. In the field she looks as healthy as ever, a deadly sin, so what gives?