Dame Aveline Valcourt, KR
Dame Aveline Valcourt is a woman of two worlds, equally at ease navigating the storm-wracked ruins of The Forgotten Coast as she is commanding the attention of Zoluren’s most glittering courts. A scion of a minor noble house, Aveline earned her title not through lineage but by deeds — venturing into places where maps falter and reason often fails. As a decorated member of the Royal Society, she is widely regarded as one of the foremost living experts on the lost civilizations that once flourished along the Brentrial’s battered shores, particularly the crumbling remnants of the Hex'oatl Empire.
In the wild places, Aveline is all hard edges and tempered steel: practical leathers, calloused hands, and a gaze that weighs men like coin. Yet when she returns to court, she transforms with effortless grace — a vision of poise, wit, and devastating beauty. Draped in shimmering gowns and adorned with relic-jewels of her own discovery, she draws suitors like moths to a flame, charming them with smiles and laughter she never quite allows to reach her guarded heart. Many a young noble has left a gala convinced he had won her favor, only to find her gone by dawn — riding for the next forgotten ruin before the ink on his love letter could dry.
Though beloved in salons and feared in tombs, Aveline remains ultimately untethered: an explorer whose true passion lies not in titles or marriage, but in uncovering the lost memories of a world that even gods have begun to forget. Beneath her laughter lies a mind sharpened by survival, and a spirit bound not to courtly life, but to the endless horizon beyond.
In the wild places, Aveline is all hard edges and tempered steel: practical leathers, calloused hands, and a gaze that weighs men like coin. Yet when she returns to court, she transforms with effortless grace — a vision of poise, wit, and devastating beauty. Draped in shimmering gowns and adorned with relic-jewels of her own discovery, she draws suitors like moths to a flame, charming them with smiles and laughter she never quite allows to reach her guarded heart. Many a young noble has left a gala convinced he had won her favor, only to find her gone by dawn — riding for the next forgotten ruin before the ink on his love letter could dry.
Though beloved in salons and feared in tombs, Aveline remains ultimately untethered: an explorer whose true passion lies not in titles or marriage, but in uncovering the lost memories of a world that even gods have begun to forget. Beneath her laughter lies a mind sharpened by survival, and a spirit bound not to courtly life, but to the endless horizon beyond.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Dame Aveline Valcourt stands at a commanding 5'7" (170 cm) and carries herself with the poise and strength of a seasoned explorer, balanced by the effortless grace of a courtier born to turn heads. Her frame, weighing a healthy 150 pounds (68 kg), is a study in contrasts — athletic yet unmistakably feminine, sculpted by years of physical hardship but softened by natural curves that even the harshest wilds could not strip away.
Her complexion is a golden-fair sun-kissed hue, a testament to long days spent under foreign suns and coastal winds. Smooth and luminous, her skin bears a scattering of faint freckles across her shoulders and nose, most visible when she allows herself to dress for comfort rather than ceremony. Her hair, a thick cascade of wind-brushed golden blonde, falls in natural waves to the middle of her back, often pulled into a simple knot while in the field but styled into intricate, elegant coils for courtly events.
Her figure is undeniably striking — a trim waist, strong hips, and a full, proud bust that she wears with unconscious confidence. Every inch of her is honed for survival and presence alike: long, toned legs built for endless travel, arms strong enough to heave herself up ruined terraces, and a bearing that draws the eye even before her beauty is fully understood. In motion, she seems to glide rather than walk, her movements filled with purpose whether she stalks a forgotten ruin or commands a ballroom.
Her face is a sculptor’s dream — high cheekbones, a proud chin, and clear, sky-colored eyes that sparkle with mischief or narrow with calculating wariness depending on the moment. Her smiles, when they come, are warm and dazzling, yet carry an elusive distance — a woman who belongs wholly to herself, despite the best efforts of countless would-be suitors.
Her complexion is a golden-fair sun-kissed hue, a testament to long days spent under foreign suns and coastal winds. Smooth and luminous, her skin bears a scattering of faint freckles across her shoulders and nose, most visible when she allows herself to dress for comfort rather than ceremony. Her hair, a thick cascade of wind-brushed golden blonde, falls in natural waves to the middle of her back, often pulled into a simple knot while in the field but styled into intricate, elegant coils for courtly events.
Her figure is undeniably striking — a trim waist, strong hips, and a full, proud bust that she wears with unconscious confidence. Every inch of her is honed for survival and presence alike: long, toned legs built for endless travel, arms strong enough to heave herself up ruined terraces, and a bearing that draws the eye even before her beauty is fully understood. In motion, she seems to glide rather than walk, her movements filled with purpose whether she stalks a forgotten ruin or commands a ballroom.
Her face is a sculptor’s dream — high cheekbones, a proud chin, and clear, sky-colored eyes that sparkle with mischief or narrow with calculating wariness depending on the moment. Her smiles, when they come, are warm and dazzling, yet carry an elusive distance — a woman who belongs wholly to herself, despite the best efforts of countless would-be suitors.
Mental characteristics
Education
Dame Aveline Valcourt received an education fitting her noble birth, but transcended the polite expectations of her station through relentless ambition and genuine passion for discovery. Her early years were shaped by private tutors who instilled in her the traditional disciplines of history, literature, geography, and diplomacy, alongside rigorous physical training in fencing, riding, and survival. Yet even from a young age, it was clear Aveline hungered for more than courtly grace — she sought to understand the world beyond gilded walls.
At thirteen, she enrolled at Highland Academy in Crossing, where her natural talents flourished into true expertise. There she delved deeply into the study of ancient civilizations, natural sciences, cartography, and the foundational theories of magic. Aveline distinguished herself not merely through scholarship, but through her fieldwork — often choosing to accompany minor expeditions into the surrounding countryside rather than attending society functions.
It was during her time at Highland that she first crossed paths with Victoria Pendrake =, whose published works and occasional guest lectures left a profound mark on Aveline's developing philosophy. Though their direct interactions were brief, Aveline would later cite Pendrake’s fearless pursuit of forgotten truths as both an inspiration and a model for her own career. From those formative years onward, Aveline's path was clear: she would not merely study the past — she would walk its silent roads herself.
At thirteen, she enrolled at Highland Academy in Crossing, where her natural talents flourished into true expertise. There she delved deeply into the study of ancient civilizations, natural sciences, cartography, and the foundational theories of magic. Aveline distinguished herself not merely through scholarship, but through her fieldwork — often choosing to accompany minor expeditions into the surrounding countryside rather than attending society functions.
It was during her time at Highland that she first crossed paths with Victoria Pendrake =, whose published works and occasional guest lectures left a profound mark on Aveline's developing philosophy. Though their direct interactions were brief, Aveline would later cite Pendrake’s fearless pursuit of forgotten truths as both an inspiration and a model for her own career. From those formative years onward, Aveline's path was clear: she would not merely study the past — she would walk its silent roads herself.
Intellectual Characteristics
Dame Aveline Valcourt is a woman of radiant contradictions: poised yet wild, charming yet elusive, scholarly yet deeply pragmatic. In the salons and gala halls of Crossing, she shines like a jewel — laughter quick on her lips, wit sharp as any court blade, and a beauty that leaves rooms tilting around her. She carries herself with effortless grace, weaving through the social games of the nobility like a seasoned dancer. Many suitors have found themselves enchanted by her playful smiles and teasing glances, but none have managed to capture her heart; Aveline belongs to no one but the horizon.
Yet beneath the courtly mask lies the heart of a survivor. In the wild places, far from chandeliers and whispered intrigues, Aveline becomes something harder, leaner. She moves with the caution of one who has seen true ruin — not just in stones and relics, but in people, in civilizations lost to ambition and decay. Practical to the core, she meets danger without flinching and makes hard choices with a quiet certainty born of experience.
Guided by her private reverence for Damaris, the Panther of twilight and hidden paths, Aveline trusts in her instincts over the promises of kings or scholars. She knows the world is deeper and stranger than most dare admit — and while she may laugh easily, she listens harder. Beneath her beauty, beneath her charm, beats the heart of a woman who has no intention of being tamed.
Yet beneath the courtly mask lies the heart of a survivor. In the wild places, far from chandeliers and whispered intrigues, Aveline becomes something harder, leaner. She moves with the caution of one who has seen true ruin — not just in stones and relics, but in people, in civilizations lost to ambition and decay. Practical to the core, she meets danger without flinching and makes hard choices with a quiet certainty born of experience.
Guided by her private reverence for Damaris, the Panther of twilight and hidden paths, Aveline trusts in her instincts over the promises of kings or scholars. She knows the world is deeper and stranger than most dare admit — and while she may laugh easily, she listens harder. Beneath her beauty, beneath her charm, beats the heart of a woman who has no intention of being tamed.
"Were half my court possessed of her wit and courage, I might sleep easier at night — though I dare say the halls would be far less entertaining."
King Roger Vorclaf III
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Species
Date of Birth
Eleventh day of the fifth month
Year of Birth
192 AV
30 Years old
Birthplace
Children
Eyes
Piercing Blue
Hair
Shoulder length, honey blond, often worn loose
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Naturally fair, but warmed and slightly deepened by long days in harsh sunlight
Height
5'7 (170cm)
Weight
150 (68kg)
Belief/Deity
The Thirteen, specifically Damaris
Aligned Organization
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