Calipoa

Haron ♂

Vadeyn ♂

Quinlidel ♀

Rasagne ♀

Cassal ♂

Jakol ♂

Siathe ♂

Wishelly ♀

Maerost ♂

Ashreyn ♂

Listae ♀

Vanarah ♂ ✝

Risa ♀

Laenoa ♀

Ihnor ♂

Faelain (Uncle)

Dalrae (Uncle)

Lonre (Uncle)

Aodghan (Uncle) ✝

Raeor (Uncle)

Etaimore (Aunt)

Ruthalan (Uncle)

Lusaraik (Uncle) ✝

Axsix (Uncle)

Ailis (Aunt)

Naelron (Uncle)

## Compendium

Calipoa Milirose is a newly appointed commander in the First Division of the Forces, under the rule of her uncle, General Faelain. To say that her ascension was at all due to familial favoritism would be a grave mistake: there have been few who've mastered a sword as fast as she, and fewer still who couple this skill with drive and presence.

Calipoa is the only daughter of Reklien and Aliwiel Milirose; Aliwiel the second eldest princess of the reigning Liorian King and Queen, and Reklien the second eldest son of Gawloyes and Mietwen Milirose. Although one's pedigree often means little in Gha'alia, she is undeniably a pride to her family, and given the status of her family, a pride to all of Gha'alia.

But those who know her personally have remarked in hushed tones she is not always so laudable.

## Personality

Spirited, competent, and quick to smile, Calipoa has the hallmarks of a natural leader. She is friendly given her standing as a commander in the Gha'alian Forces and treads the fine line between following orders and flouting them behind closed doors.

Calipoa is self-aware and shows enough humility that she understands, despite her meteoric rise to her rank, that there are other individuals in Gha'alia she'd loathe to cross.

## Appearance

Like the majority of Gha'alians, Calipoa exhibits the same alabaster skin and dark hair, which is tied into a plait. She has vivid blue eyes and a notable old scar across her lips.

Calipoa wears Gha'alian armour and red igon befitting of her rank. Her sword rests against her right.

## Early Days

*“For a long time Calipoa had preferred to be anywhere but home; dark chambers lined one after another in tremendous Gha’alian castles did little to make a young girl feel welcome. The truth however was that just across the hall was her sweet cousin Vadeyn, and in his family’s chamber there was warmth. It was a truth that evaded her for many years, for it was not the chambers inherently but rather the people within that made her home so unworthy.

She had no siblings. It was her, a talented scion of the Grand General, and a displaced Liorian princess. She learned too early that her mother was not supposed to marry her father, instead her uncle had fallen in love with her father’s betrothed, and new arrangements had been made. So while across the hall, there was warmth, passion, and love, here there was only the chilly awareness that life could so easily be swayed by one simple thing beyond your control. To her, it was all too random to be bitter. And besides bitterness would make her angry, too much like her father. What she did not resist was spite, although that too was like him, it tasted too sweet to deny.

When she got older she blossomed. Her sword was an extension of all her observations, all the power it took to resist falling completely into despair, all the will she had cultivated to love him and not hate him. It was truth disguised in darkness, resistance in the wind, poison in the blood. The awe when they watched her was the greatest redemption, and their pride her most perfect revenge.”*