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Character Name: Lady Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca also known as Ashe
Alias: Amalia
Series: Three Crossings
Age: 20

Physical Description: A petite girl at just 5’7 she has a regal stature and legs longer than you would think possible at her height. With even just a glance it is hard to miss her royal lineage but the marks of her nobility lie not in her physical appearance so much as in the way she carries herself. Standing straight, shoulders back, and head held high it is her indomitable gaze that you come across first when seeing her. In her gray eyes can be seen the sadness of her past, the fierceness of her being now, and the leader that she has the potential to become. With a spritely face like those in the fairy books of her childhood she has the delicate features and sweet button nose that give her a delicate and feminine look. Her hair is filled with highlights of blonde, brown and red it is really neither of the three. The shade it appears depends entirely upon the light she has stepped into. Cut short and breezy at her shoulders it only adds to her pixie appeal.

Her wardrobe is strongly defined by who she is that day. As a young lady in the courts of Dardanelles you will never find her wearing anything but the finest dresses made of soft dreamy silks and satins; petite shoes with high heels and no shield or sword in sight. As Amalia, the resistance fighter, she wears much less formal attire and much less of it. Typically seen in high red pirate boots and armor up to her thighs she wears protective shielding on her wrists, elbows, and shoulders; all her major joints are fully protected though her soft and supple middle goes without much more than a scrap of leather and a bit of alternately tight and flowing material she fondly refers to as a shirt. She has a fondness for her miniscule pink mini-skirt as it is something she could never wear to court and the simple donning of the material makes her almost unrecognizable as the lady she is, at least, that is how she feels when she is wearing it. She is a creature of silver and gold, black and white, and of course a flash of blue and pink for flair.

Personality: Ashe is nothing if not regal. Though she may look like a dainty lady to write her off as just that is to not even scratch the surface of the woman she has become. She is strong of will, ready to sacrifice her whole world of privilege and perhaps even her life for the ability to help those who have been given so much less then her in life.

As a child she was always inquisitive, asking questions about absolutely everything. Questioning the way her society thrived by rising itself up on the backs of those it claimed were lesser beings. Her father had encouraged her, had always managed to misplace forbidden text books where she was sure to find them. She is passionate, caring, and forthright in confronting those things she believes to be wrong.

But she has been born and bred to be a lady and this is the first front that is presented to the world. To many she works with in the Resistance she is seen as arrogant, rude, and brash. There are those who do not trust her motives believing her to have joined the Resistance for self-serving means. But never has she let the words of others stop her from what she knows within her heart is right and true.

There is a great drive and determination hidden behind her smoky gray eyes.

Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Ashe spent the majority of her younger years on her families plantation. A stretch of a few hundred acres that had been passed down through the family for seven generations. Originally a plantation of cotton, sugar cane and paopu in the last two generations they have begun to raise giraffe-horses and their family has quickly been gaining a reputation of raising the best of the beasts. Ashe grew up among the creatures learning to ride almost before she could walk and helping in the training of the young foals during her breaks from the academy. She is a strong rider able to make the most wild of the beasts appear tame by her skilled riding. Her time spent around the animals has built long lithe muscles along her skinny frame.

Ashe has studied the art of weaponry since she was six years old. The very day her father got her back from the pirates who had kidnapped her she began her lessons with a tutor. Quite possibly the only female tutor in the art of weaponry in her day, Marielle taught Ashe the give and play between offense and defense. It was her unorthodox teachings of agility, speed, and forethought over the traditional thoughts of great strength and rooted feet that allowed a female fighter to overcome the shortcomings of her physical bearing and become accomplished in a man’s art. Because of this, Ashe looks more like a dancer than a fighter when she battles her opponents.

Her preferred weapon is a broadsword, a strange choice for a lady, but one that has yet to fail her. Her sword, which she delightfully refers to as ‘the peacemaker,’ is made from high-density ceramics rather than metal and therefore is nearly as light as a rapier but with the brute strength of the traditional broadsword. It is a mighty piece of weaponry from its razor sharp edge to the soft handled grip, one might say its curvaceous blade is a bit girly, but it suits her just fine.

Weaknesses: One of Ashe’s greatest weaknesses lies within her identity. As a lady and politician in the halls and courts of the Empire should her sympathies be known she could be put to death for her crimes. As a resistance fighter her identity as a lady and slave owner puts a barrier between her and those she is trying to work beside.

With the murders of her loved ones she has lost her ability to trust. She has become far too independent and willing to put herself in danger now that she feels she has nothing to lose. She is careful with the lives of those she is put in charge of but reckless with her own.

She is a creature of freedom herself and she is at her weakest when trapped. Whether trapped behind the gilded cage of corsets and polite to-dos or imprisoned in the dark damp brig of a pirate ship; it matters not to her when she becomes claustrophobic. Her style of fighting itself is hampered by space. Without the freedom to move she cannot hope to overcome the brute strength of her typical opponent.

History: Born to privilege she had everything that money could buy. But all the golden dubloons in the world could not heal her mother when she contracted the plague. Ashe had been forced to abandon her mother and move to their flat in Dardanelles as her father stayed by her side holding her hand until she passed from this world. At the young age of four, too young to understand her passing, Ashe attended her first funeral.

Her father buried himself in his work as Lord of the Noble House of Dalmascas leaving his daughter to while away her days as she would with only tutors to raise and care for her. It was this freedom to roam where she will that got her kidnapped by pirates. She was six years old and wandering the beach that stretched the length of the eastern end of their plantation. She had been an easy mark, defenseless, small, and alone. It was hours before those in the manor realized she was gone and by then the pirates were far and away. She spent three terrifying weeks teased and tortured in the small and filthy brig at the bottom of the ship before her father was able to send the king’s ransom for her and have her released. To her knowledge the pirates were never brought to account for their actions.

But the day of her return changed Ashe’s life forever. In her absence her father had finally come around to remembering that he had a daughter and a responsibility towards her and from that day forward he was always there for her when she needed.

Ashe spent her youth training her body and her mind. She spent her mornings racing bareback through the fields on her favorite giraffe-horse, her afternoons with her tutor and her sword, and her evening curled up in a chair under the light of a lantern with a good book and her father nearby for company. She read about the art of war, the philosophy of man, the history of the lands, political theory, social constructs, philosophy, and when she could she would sneak her father’s forbidden books. The handwritten tomes and pamphlets that in hushed tones and secretive codes spoke of the injustices in the world and the theories for systems of governance and rule that could correct it.

She followed her father to the great halls of government and sat in on meetings she had no business attending, but she was a young girl filled with fanciful dreams in her head, what harm could she do? It was in this way that she received her first hand training in the world of politics.

When the time came she left home for the dorms in Dubrovnik to attend the Faustus Academic Institute of Learning. She quickly surged to the top of her class, breezing through the school with ease, and while she was popular among her classmates she always held herself away from them. How could she make friends with those who considered their servants and slaves to be little more than chattel easily sold at market when they are no longer of use?

A young prodigy in the political realm she moved from the academy to St. Faustus University younger than was common. It was there that she fell in love. Rasler was the boy next door, so to speak. They had known each other as children but had never gotten along. The story had nearly been the same at University but they were thrown together against their will and in a short period of time their anger turned to passion and their passion into burning love. The day after their graduation from the university they were married.

At just seventeen, married to the son of a noble house it was thought to be merely a marriage of political convenience. Few knew of the deep love that ran between them igniting within them a passionate flame that would put even the Sanzu itself to shame.

She was a young bride and an even younger widow. Only seventeen when she gave her nuptials she was nineteen when she again adorned herself in black to attend the funeral of a loved one. Shaken to the core and lost to the deluge of broken dreams and lost hearts. She bears her sorrows with pride and hides her tears with smiles that never reach her stormy eyes. On her left hand, on that fated finger with ties to the still thumping heart in her chest she wears her scar. A simple ring of silver wrapped around her forever reminding her of the lost and of the beauty that was.

A few weeks after the death of Rasler on the second anniversary of their marriage seeing her overcome in grief as he had been with the death of his own spouse her father finally decided to share with her his greatest secret. Taking her through a hidden door he leads her to the Underground. It is from the tunnels that run below their old plantation home that her father had been secretly hiding runaway slaves from across Heaven’s Gate. From there slaves would wait until a ship from the Resistance could safely approach the island and they would be shipped off in hopes of finding freedom in the far reaches of the northern islands. This was her father’s greatest secret, his obsession since the death of his wife. It was also the Underground that had brought about the murder of Rasler.

Rasler had been a force in the Resistance for four years and it had been their shared passion for social equality that Ashe and Rasler had found in each other that had first bonded them together. Her father revealed to her that Rasler was murdered while trying to protect one such ship from slave hunters. Finally, Ashe was able to grieve fully knowing the full truth rather than the story that had been spun which she had known was so out of character for her lover.

It was not long after this admission that her father himself was murdered and no story followed him back from the grave. A story was made and passed around the upper echelons to account for the death of the patriarch of one of the noble houses. But Ashe knows that it is for his work in the Resistance that he was murdered. But with no name forthcoming she has no way to enact revenge on his murderers.

Now it is Ashe’s turn she has stepped into the shoes of those she loved and lost and is now reinventing herself to become a part of the Resistance she has up till now only read about. Taking up an alias, when she boards ship she is Amalia. A woman with no past, an uncertain future, and only the present concerns of the world and a burning hope for a better tomorrow to keep her going through all the turmoil.

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