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The sullenest old man she's ever met, yet the most efficient. She worries where his loyalty may get him.
Fiercely loyal to the woman who saved him from the humiliation of poverty. Great men like him aren't meant to suffer such fall from grace and betrayal from the country they served.
A young scallywag, the newest addition to her crew. He's a bit of a weak link with how many beds he falls into and how loose his lips get after a drink, but he's useful and life on land's treated him rather badly.
Captain O Captain! None would believe him if he told them Captain Chasét is a fun time and an even more fun drinking partner.
Cherished father figure. She's glad to have him by her side again. Still doesn't have the heart to tell him he's not a great painter..
Daughter his, by all means. He's watched her grow into the image of a captain, proudly.
Her brother Billy. She loves him but he's a handful half the time. Her tolerance of him has grown thin.
Little big sister. What a strange shift in dynamic, for her to take care of him this time round. But it's part of the deal.
Her beloved daughter Charlotte, named after her late mother. She's growing to be a proud, delicate, beautiful young woman. Chatwyn laments having to leave her, but the sea calls.
Beloved maman, who's recently gone missing.
Her beloved father. A relic of his past self. She rarely sees him lately, two parents gone at the price of one. All he does, she knows he does for her - strengthening her rule yet trying not to enroach on it, and most of all, keeping away so that she may remmeber him as the once brave, vibrant man he wishes to remain at least in her mind. Leta understands, but that does not mean she doesn't yearn for her father still...
An uncle she's barely met before he fled their family, keen on pursuing his own goals in peace at the countryside. She still sets aside a tiny part of money for the duty of bailing him out of jail she inherited from her father.
Her uncle and trusted royal advisor, as well as treasured diplomat representative of Evarra. He's a bright, wonderful man whenever outside of his uniform, intuitive about when his queen may need him and when his niece does. Able to provide advice to both. Leta finds the smooth transition jarring at times.
An uncle and prisoner she's inherited. They say she aided in the murder of his own twin sisters, a heinous crime unforgivable by kibran law. So Leta keeps his torture in the dark and dank going, pitying him all the while. Never forgetting the visible hole it left on her father to hear of the tragedy, to know his very brother had done it.
Long dead though not forgotten. Leta grew up on stories of her, of her cruel, early demise and the glorified myth of her fate and missing body. Leta wonders if she is alive - her distant aunt, the forgotten twin rumored to reside 20 feet underground.
Her grandparents. She never met them, though was weaned on stories of their splendour.
Long dead though not forgotten. Leta grew up on stories of her, of her cruel, early demise and her highly debated rule. How could one forget when she's so often compared to Magna, the ice queen herself. Her most recent ancestor with cryokinesis.
Her beloved aunt who she's named after. She used to dote on Leta while she still visited. She no longer does. Locked up behind her high castle walls, she's weathered the storm of war far away from enemy lines.
The first wound and, as far as Leta is concerned, the last. A great woman whose death changed a nation and whose shoes are terribly difficult to fill. Leta still struggles with both missing her and trying to replace her, pained to have to. How she wishes she could have her kind word again. In comparison, Leta falls so awfully short of queen.
Confidence is the downfall of a killer with a god complex and Carnaline patiently bides her time. If the woman enjoys throwing tidbits to the desperate investigator from her high horse and gloating, then Carna gladly acts the part. Criminals tend to dig their own graves in her line of work and she certainly enjoys sitting back and watching it happen.
It seems like it’s fairly easy to interrogate Sapphir, but she makes it clear to Carnaline that she only listens to whoever she wants—and also her papa. There’s no use in wasting time in a stubborn brat with the conversations getting nowhere, with responses that answer with more questions than, well, answers. However, every three steps back, Sapphir offers one little tidbit of information—and then goes three steps back again.
Of course, as all boyfriends do, they have to meet the parents, and meeting Tesei was not exactly the smoothest. When you’re perceived to be pretty up in his own world there’s going to be a misunderstanding between his celebrity persona and his real personality (even though they’re not too different from each other). He’s learned more about the twins from Virgo than the twins themselves, even learning proper tea etiquette just in case he wants to surprise Calixis with a fancy tea party.
They were wary of him at first, per protective parent protocol, but warmed up eventually once they [s]pretended to get over[/s] got over the dangerous amount of publicity Ezekiel's job came with. At least Calixis is kept safely away from the limelight. For two people so different from each other, they fit surprisingly well, and it certainly helps that Zeke treats their little girl like a queen.
As for Tesei themself, they couldn't pass up the opportunity to privatize someone's time for tea and baby pictures either. He just happened to be a good sport!
A pale child approached them in a temple once, heavy ancient tome in hand, and the rest is history. They couldn't help but indulge little Elara's curiosity back then, nor can they hide their unadulterated pride at her achievements now that she's blossomed into an intelligent adult and come into a responsible inheritance as a priestess. They visit her temple when they can, enjoy speaking to her in Skarrid and often bring her news from the outside world. Or at least Sa'vel
"I always look forward to seeing Tesei when they visit the temple; I wish they could visit more but being part of the council I understand that they're busy. I don't really know how to properly express how grateful I am that they would read to me when I was a child and encouraged me to ask questions, a simple thank you hardly seems like enough."
Ah, good ol'Atlie! One of the soft people of the pack, but cool none the less! He knows exactly where to go for fun! Though sometimes he stops me from showing how awesome I am, I'd trust him when worse came to worse. Not that I can't handle myself or anything!
A distant though beloved sibling. Tesei doesn't see her often, what with living in the big city themself while Nica sticks to forests. But each trip to her home is its own sweet vacation.