Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Ravenhaired Crusader
Details:
Physical/A tall, obviously shadowy looking, fairly pretty woman with sapphire blue eyes and waist length hair the color of a Ravens wing. Wears a long black feathered cloak that wraps around a loose, sanguine red tunic, all the way down to her long legs. Has a fancy tri-cornered swashbuckler hat with a jaunty black feather in the brim atop her head, cocked at a properly rakish angle at all times.
Bio/ Lady Foxglove is a member of the Ravenhair Order-a morally grey troupe of Holy Warrior that generally seek out their own goals and ambitions, be they evil or good-only keeping allegiance to each other and Ravena, their patron Goddess-whose spheres of ambition, freedom and defying fate are universal to all moralities. They call themselves Crusaders almost as a joke, since there order has no goal but what the individual deems most important to them. Number wise, there are only about a thousand-and 4/5 of the Crusaders are women.
She herself seeks obvious riches, and a good deal of immortality-and not the sarcastic sort, like being turned into stone or trapped in a mirror. Lady Fox seeks nothing more than eternal youth and beauty, the ultimate reflection of her own vanity, which is prodigious...saving the world by the wayside would be nice too. All that beside, shes not actually a terrible person! She just has a very high opinion of herself...
Personality and History/Born and bred low nobility to a destitute Duke, Fox was forced to be ruthless from an early age-even more so, when she learned of an arranged marriage to a slovenly goat farming baron was scheduled for her 18th birthday-a chilling fate, to be sure. She became a haughty, cunning and duplicitous woman who used any means to achieve her own goals, and rarely conceded defeat-eventually beating out all her families competitors and taking by force, what was not given out of fear. She promptly blew the rest of her houses funds in an unspeakable display of hedonistic excess, saddling the debt on a foolish suitor, whom she married in a fortnight, and left the next day-literally bolting from the altar, cutting down any luckless guards in her way. She kept the ring, and still wears it in tarnished pride to this day.
She considered it amusing to become a Ravenhair Crusader-service to the Gods as 'atonement' for her many sins, when in truth it was an excuse to seek out further adventure and amusement with the powers of a generally affable, yet temperamental and fickle Goddess on her side. In her own way, she has alot of faith-yet, in herself and not much else.
Which is, ironically, Ravenas greatest lesson. She doesn't have much faith in her followers, either.