~ 21 Heart Fire Moon, 1452 AL
~ 25 Years Old
Alex never thought that so much of her life would be spent outside the castle. She never thought that her older brother would betray them all; that he would use the celebrations as a distraction in order to throw his family to the wolves. Yet fate had proven her naive, 15 year old self wrong and she has spent the better part of 10 years running for her life alongside her mother and father because of it.
Now she has something to show for her efforts. A rebellion and an army willing to fight for her thone - for her - against a king they never asked for or respected.
You enter the tent cautiously, still nursing aching wounds from your less than pleasant stay at Gulvaire Keep.
The moment the tent flap closes, you're left alone with a single figure, illuminated by a few stray candles. You take in the cloak draped over her shoulders, a heraldry so familiar yet so different from what you've always known. Brown hair is pulled back into a formal ponytail. The figure - no, the woman, you realise - straightens up, shoulders squared and tense, sensing the presence of another.
The air is thick with tension and you hold your breath. Heart drumming a nervous rhythm against your ribs.
She turns around and suddenly you're 15 years old again, running around a familiar courtyard and fabricating futures neither of you will get to see. Her face mirrors your own, a mask of shock and disbelief. Her mouth gapes and she can't quite find the strength to speak to the ghost she sees in front of her.
It's you who finds a voice instead.
At 5’8”, Alex cuts a slim, lean figure. Her muscles have a vague shadow of definition from constant years of training, waiting for the day when the rebellion truly comes to blows with Percival’s forces. She has learnt to harness agility, speed, and dexterity over raw strength or persevering endurance. After all, she won’t need the latter if she can end the battle swiftly.
In spite of all the years she has spent training, or fighting, or running from the knights and mercenaries her brother sends to chase her, she has relatively few scars to show for it. They are all small, barely scratches, that have all long since faded into paler scars. Even the worst of her wounds have all healed with no lasting, visible effects.
Alex is fair skinned. Though she spends most of her time wandering, she does so with a cloak often draped over her head and shoulders as a way to keep a low profile, so the sun rarely has a chance to shine unhindered on her skin. Her face is oval shaped and she has a sprinkling of light freckles across her cheeks; you have to be quite close in order to see them properly. Her eyes are grey - not too light, not too dark, more like the colour of clouds gathering overhead ready to shower the lands with rain - and they are deep-set and round. They always seem to have a sparkle in them, a sign of her thinking of causing - or being about to cause - some mischief.
When it comes to her hair, Alexandra is very practical about it. Light brown and long, she usually wears it loose, but will braid it tightly if she knows she’s heading into a battle or skirmish.
Bonus: Male Heir
Alexander has the same frame as his female counterpart. His face however is more square but not overly angular, as if he has yet to grow out of his boyish looks. He has some stubble along his chin and jaw which takes forever to grow. He can never seem to get it to bloom into a full beard. His hair is cut very short and neat, with his fringe sweeping to one side.
Nowadays, Alex tries her best to keep a low profile. Her clothes are plain; that of a commoner rather than royalty. From simple cream or white shirts and practical, dark brown pants and black boots. Items of clothing that are easy enough to move around in just in case she needs to fight or make a quick getaway. In densely populated areas she’ll wear a cloak with a hood.
When it comes to fighting, provided she has time beforehand to prepare, Alex wears a full set of steel armour - at the insistence of her parents. The armour itself has been through a few skirmishes and is scuffed in places, but overall the steel is of good quality (Elise sold her wedding ring so that they had enough money to commission a proper set for Alex).
Seeing Alex in full plate is, somehow, a complete shock to your system.
You think back to your youth. All those days spent training with each other, practising for a future that you were both so unshakably certain of, but you can’t ever recall seeing her in armour. Not even when you had snuck away from your own personal training sessions to see how Alex was doing in hers.
Now, she stands proud and tall in front of a mass conglomerate of rebellious souls, looking every part the leader she was destined to be. Like you knew she would be. Except something is wrong with the picture; not with Alex, but with you, because really you should be standing up there next to her.
As the Princess of Yondar, her childhood mirrored that of an upperclass child. She would spend most of her childhood years learning about kingdom politics. In particular, she would learn about those who were allied with Yondar, and those who enemies of the kingdom. She would also spend a lot of time learning proper etiquette, fighting techniques (predominantly a sword and shield combination), and more general topics of study such as history, geography, mathematics etc.
Outside of her teachings, Alex would spend a lot of time with her best friend Lucia Avarice (daughter of of the Shields of Yondar ). Having known each other since birth, it was only a natural that they would seek each others friendship, especially considering Lucia was set to replace her mother within the Shields. The two were inseparable; constantly causing mischief (mostly on Alex's part), attending lessons together, and consoling each other in their hours of need.
When Alex turned 13, she was summoned to the Council Hall in Castle Tirav by her father, where he asked her to attend her first proper council meeting. At this meeting she would learn that her father and his advisers had agreed that Percival was unfit to rule the kingdom, and that the title of heir apparent would fall to her instead. Although she was initially delighted by the news, Alexandra soon found that her new title was more trouble than it was worth. Her training and studies took up more and more of her time, whilst the hours she spent relaxing Lucia began to dwindle. It also created a rift between Alex and her brother.
Though she didn't know it at the time, Percival was furious at being overlooked, and his anger would boil over at the Sunfire Festival in 1497 AL. It was at this festival that her brother would reveal his alliance with the Valissan Empire and begin the coup to overthrow their father. The Shields of Yondar defended Alex and her parents from the onslaught, barely managing to react in time to this unexpected betrayal. In the ensuing chaos, Alex and her parents managed to escape the castle grounds through one the many hidden passageways. It was easy enough to avoid detection once outside of the castle grounds due to the ongoing festivities - everyone seemingly unaware of the events that had transpired within the castle walls - but it was a night that Alex would never forget.
The castle walls, once so confining, seem so distant now. Like a memory, long forgotten.
She knows that they've only been running for a few days now, but that doesn't stop her life as a princess from feeling any less dreamlike. Had she ever truly lived in that castle? Or had Percival always sat angrily atop the throne?
At 15 years old, her entire way of life changed drastically. On the run from those she once trusted with her life and a brother she loved so dearly, she had a great deal to learn in such a short amount of time. No allies and no home meant she had to rely on her parents and what little survival skills she had.
As time passed and Alex grew older, she gained allies in the form of disillusioned guards and bitter commoners. With every passing day her forces would steadily grow, until one day Alex would have enough capable men and women under her command that she would deem them a worthy rebellion.
Alex has an excellent relationship with her father, Ronan. They do not always see eye to eye, but any disagreements they have are quickly resolved. Although her brothers betrayal caused some tension between Alex and her father, their time spent together on the run afterwards has caused an even stronger bond to be forged. Their relationship is currently so good that her father has agreed to step aside once the throne has been reclaimed. This is mostly due to Ronan being 10 years older and not as steady on his feet, but Ronan would rather use the excuse of their good relationship over admitting to weakness.
Before she became the heir apparent, Alex's relationship with her mother was actually very caring and loving. They would constantly catch up and chat about their days, and Elise would provide Alex with further insights on kingdom politics, or help Alex with her general education. She would also help out with Alex's etiquette sessions, but she understood that it wasn't the life that Alex wanted and would bail her out of these lessons early. The tone of their relationship changed when Alex became the crown princess. Her mother was still compassionate towards her, but noticeably less so than before. When Percival took the throne by force, there was a dip in their relationship again. The two have tried to reconnect, but they have never managed to reach the same loving mother-daughter relationship that they had before.
Percival and Alex had a typical brother-sister relationship - one of practical jokes and lighthearted teasing. This changed when Alex became the heir apparent instead, as Percival thought himself worthy of the throne. His anger at his father translated directly onto Alex and their relationship became strained. At best, she would managed to get a couple of sentences out of him before he excused himself from the conversation. Now that Percival has the throne, his anger towards Alex has subsided slightly, but Alex's own feelings towards her brother have progressively worsened over the years. In spite of this, Alex still believes there is a chance that she can resolve this conflict peacefully.
Alexandra's Family Tree
Lineage of Yondar's Royal Family by SunlanceXIII
Yondar’s royal family has long since had religious ties to the Church of Van-Hael. They ensure that a part of their children’s education involves knowing about the Church’s hierarchy, it’s political reach and power, as well as the holidays it celebrates. Most importantly they are taught about Van-Hael and the principles that the God of Death imbues. As such, Alexandra has grown up exposed to these values and holds them dear.
Her faith in Van-Hael and the Church has been somewhat of an inspiration for her over recent years. In particular, during times of hardship when it seems like all of her efforts with the rebellion have been for naught, is when her faith shines through. It has kept her steadfast and resolute in her goals and has helped to make her a better, more compassionate leader for her people.
Like many followers of the Church, Alex’s worship is exclusive. Although she would not go as far to completely disbelieve in the existence of the other deities, she does not follow their teachings, or the teachings of their followers. She has no issues with people that worship other deities besides Van-Hael, though she is wary of those who follow the twins Valis and Sar because they are usually tied to the Nightsingers, who are in turn tied to Valissa.
What Does She Like?
Alexandra has an unspoken love for music. The moment she opens up and tells a person this is the moment they know she truly trusts them. When she was younger, she always sat there listening to the minstrels play, regardless of whether doing so would make her tardy for one of her lessons. It spawned her desire to learn to play a musical instrument; she doesn’t know which one yet and she’s not very good (to be fair, she hasn’t really had much practice), but once the fighting is over she wants to make a start on that dream.
Ever since she was young enough to hold a sword, she has been learning to fight with them. Her usual weapon is an arming sword, but Alex actually finds more enjoyment fighting with a rapier. She loved her dueling lessons in particular and studied profusely on how to use it, but her father insisted that she continue to use her arming sword on the battlefield as a better means of protection. She still practices with a rapier though and will sometimes host dueling competitions within the rebellion to keep spirits up amongst the recruits.
What Does She Dislike?
Being cooped up for most of her childhood and teenage years has given Alex an intense dislike for any sort of confinement, whether the spaces are actually small or just perceived to be small. A funny thing, considering Castle Tirav was huge, but Alex felt trapped within its walls. Which is why a room doesn’t necessarily need to be small in order for Alex to start getting anxious about being in it.
Alexandra used to enjoy the Sunfire Festival. That all changed the moment she was run out of her home by her own brother. Now, it serves as a reminder of all she and her family has lost; the memories of a childhood friend she’ll never get to share the festival with ever again haunting her. In recent years, she has taken to spending the whole day alone, glaring at anyone who tries to approach her during this time, as she doesn’t want anyone to see what she believes to be a ridiculous show of weakness.
Red-belly apples are a common sight in Yondar, but Alexandra hates them. Every single member of her family seems to enjoy them. For Alex, the taste is far too crisp and sour, and it makes it feel like her mouth and throat dry up the instant she takes a single bite. She much prefers pink stripes which, funnily enough, are native to Valissa. It makes them a little harder to come by, but Alex will always buy some whenever she gets the chance.
A childhood friend of Alexandra’s. They got along so well during their childhoods that they were inseparable. Where one went, you could almost guarantee the other wasn’t too far behind. Ever since the coup at Castle Tirav, Alexandra has been grieving the loss of her friend, but hopes that she is still alive.
Though their first meeting was rough, Alexandra and Erakos have grown to become good friends. She confides in him more than anyone else that she knows and is always willing to hear his advice (even if she thinks it isn’t very good). As a way to get to know him, she has frequently inquired about his culture, even going so far as to do some thorough research on the ox-kryn and trying to get rid of her predisposed biases towards them.