Princess Xara Draewyn
In the shadowed halls of Geoneth, where the cold winds of Varanthia’s harsh winters seep through ancient stone walls, there dwells a child unlike any other. Xara Draewynn, daughter of the fearsome Queen Georgette and the formidable King Xaverius, is a figure shrouded in contradiction, a blend of innocence and peril that few can comprehend. At the tender age of nine, she walks the line between light and darkness with an ease that would unsettle even the most seasoned courtiers. Her countenance, ever bright with a smile, belies the deadly intent that lurks beneath her gentle exterior—a deadly game she plays with those who should command her deepest respect and fear.
Xara’s life is one of peculiar juxtaposition, shaped by a mother whose obsession with power knows no bounds. Queen Georgette Draewynn, a sorceress of great and terrible renown, views her daughter not as a child of her womb, but as a curiosity, a diversion from her arcane pursuits. Georgette’s heart, long hardened by the dark arts and her relentless ambition, finds only amusement in Xara’s attempts upon her life. These efforts, carried out with a disturbing serenity, seem to entertain rather than alarm the queen. Georgette’s laughter, cold and mirthless, echoes through the halls of Geoneth whenever Xara’s blade falls short, turning each encounter into a twisted jest.
King Xaverius, the stern and calculating ruler of Varanthia, engages with Xara in a manner both brutal and strangely affectionate. Unlike her mother, Xaverius does not merely laugh off Xara’s attempts; instead, he meets them with the force of a seasoned warrior, striking his daughter down with a hand that is as unyielding as the mountains of his kingdom. Yet, beneath the blows that render her unconscious, there lies a grim camaraderie, a twisted bonding that only the Draewynn bloodline could produce. Xaverius, with his dark eyes gleaming, finds in these encounters a reflection of his own relentless spirit, a connection to his daughter forged in the fires of their shared ferocity.
Yet it is not within the realms of mother or father that Xara finds her truest connection, but in the company of her elder brother, Prince Xavier Draewynn. In him, Xara discovers a kindred spirit, one who understands the cruel and twisted paths laid before them by their parents. Xavier, himself molded by the harsh hand of their mother’s ambitions, looks upon his sister with a mixture of pity and pride. He alone knows of the secret that Xara guards so carefully—her ability to channel magic, a gift that she has hidden from all but him. This bond, untainted by the darkness that permeates the court, is a source of solace in a world where trust is but a fleeting shadow.
Xara’s life is marked by a single, defining scar—a reminder of the dangers she faces daily. Her left eye, lost in an early confrontation with her father, remains a testament to her tenacity and her perilous existence. Yet, where others might see only loss, Xara sees a badge of honor. The empty socket, hidden beneath a simple cloth, is a symbol of her resilience, a mark of her survival in a world that seeks to devour the weak. It serves as a warning to those who might underestimate her—a silent testament to the strength that lies beneath her gentle exterior.
In the court of Varanthia, Xara is an enigma, a figure both loved and feared. Her cheerful demeanor, so at odds with the violence she perpetuates, leaves those around her in a state of uneasy bewilderment. How can a child so young, so seemingly innocent, harbor such deadly intent? And yet, Xara’s attempts upon the lives of her parents are carried out with a grace and a calmness that defy understanding. She inquires after their well-being, speaks of trivial matters, and all the while, her hands move with lethal precision, her blade a mere extension of her will.
Xara’s magic, a power she reveals only to her brother, adds yet another layer to her already complex nature. The ability to push and pull upon objects based on their weight is a subtle gift, one that she wields with the same ease as her blade. This secret, kept from all but Xavier, is both a boon and a burden, a power that could save her or damn her, depending on how it is used. In Xavier, she finds the only soul with whom she can share this part of herself, deepening the bond between them in a world where secrets are the only currency that matters.
The court of Varanthia is a place where power and influence are the measure of a person’s worth, and in such a place, Xara is both an asset and a threat. Her unique blend of innocence and lethality makes her a figure of both fascination and dread. While many in the court dismiss her as a mere child playing dangerous games, those who know the Draewynn legacy understand that even the youngest among them can shape the fate of kingdoms. Xara’s presence, small and seemingly insignificant, casts a long shadow over the court, a reminder that in Varanthia, even the most innocent faces can hide the sharpest blades.
As the years pass, Xara’s role within the Draewynn family will only grow in significance. Her relationship with her parents, marked by a strange blend of affection and violence, will continue to shape her path. Her bond with Xavier, rooted in shared pain and mutual understanding, will be her anchor as she navigates the treacherous waters of court life. But it is her cheerful demeanor, her unsettling calm in the face of death, that will define her legacy—a legacy that is as much a part of Varanthia’s dark history as the blood that stains its ancient stones.
Yet, as of late, the court is haunted by her absence. Xara has vanished, her whereabouts a mystery that gnaws at the edges of the Draewynn household. Her carriage was found upturned near the Whispering Woods, a place shrouded in dark legend and whispered fears. Her guards, those who had sworn to protect her with their lives, were discovered dismembered, their remains scattered like leaves before an ill wind. The woods, long feared for their eerie silence and the malevolent forces said to dwell within, have now claimed yet another victim—or so it seems.
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15th of Cyclodiant
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15741
9 Years old
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Prince Xavier Draewynn
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Princess Xena Eilline Draewynn
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