Levana Archereon

## Appearance

**Hair:** Blonde

**Skin:** Pale tan

**Eyes:** Emerald green

**Height:** 5’8

**Weight:** 148 lb

**Body Type:** Despite battle being the pride of Pveth, she lacks extreme muscle but is relatively tone and thin. Her frame being undeniably feminine and hinted with slight delicacy.

**Noticeable Features:** She has several freckles along the skin of her shoulders, length of her arms and the skin of her fingertips. However, more notorious, are her dimples that make frequent appearances in both public and private.

## Personality

A being who is one with the sea and the sun, it is to no one’s surprise she emanates such aspects of herself to the world. Charismatic, doting and both blazing independent she is the sun itself by all definitions. Rather than leaning into her family’s rather notable tendencies to hide in the shadows, observing their world of sea and ships from afar with cold glances, she instead has dived head first into the realm of wealth and culture that she is to reign over for the sake of the Crown. Her sense of curiosity and passion carrying her frequently out onto the streets while her own independence pushes her knowledge of the world further beyond what one expects of someone of her standing while her own kindness remains, too, unearthly and unexpected from someone of her such highstanding. She actively continues to choose herself, her path and the path that will lead her own people to prosperity and good fortune— a legacy in which she religiously protects and has long since pledged her lifelong sense of loyalty too. And she accomplishes such a task with her own intelligence and turn of phrase, playing the game of thrones and wealth with both her fellow Highlords and his Majesty, her adoration of people and unique sense of humor and passion blazing the path forward to her. Such charisma earning her place at the table time and time again.

However, while she may be the Sun, there is no light without it’s fire. Her humor, while appreciated by many, can be considered overtly biting and less than ladylike. Alongside that, her sense of passion and intelligence often lead to stubbornness and her being rightfully bitten in the ass by her own carefully carved words. Her loyalty to her people and those who have earned their places in her heart often making her blind to anything else, as their priority in her mind can make it difficult for her to see beyond their likely many errors and faults in both her legacy and the people she holds dear, which can lead her to tumble headfirst into an undeserving sacrifice. Furthermore, while she prefers to try to understand others, her anger is something that few can contend to fight with. Rather than blazing hot and illogical, it burns cool beneath her skin and can seek out less than appealing methods to soothe it’s flames— a flare of her own father’s fire as she frequently puts it herself.

## Abilities & Proficiencies

**Fighting Style:** Her fighting style is one that prefers a mid range of distance considering her weapon of choice. However, in close quarters she becomes one with her blade and moves with it as such, leaning into it to attack whoever faces her.

**Weapon Proficiencies:** While less than capable with blunt swords and knives in her hands, spears and tridents are an extension of herself. Instruments of death, however, immense pride along the beaches of the Southlands— so commonly used and a fixation amongst those who live off of the sea. Although, admittedly, she doesn’t frequently train with either and selectively carries her beloved trident with her to arrangements with the Crown as a sort of symbol rather than a weapon of attack.

**Magic:**

* She is of master level with the magic of ictiokinesis.
* She is of mid-level skill with the magic of electrokinesis.
* She is of mid-level skill with the magic of hydrokinesis.

**Other Skills:** While it is something she rarely toys with, she’s rather adept with a bow and set of arrows.

## History

The House of Archereon is one of both immense wealth and an immense sense of cunning and privacy. Such traits infused into the very being of the few children who have and continue to come from the ancient house that has in which ruled the Southerlands for over a century, their sense of dedication to both self and family furthering their legacy into the present whilst weaker Houses continue to crumble to things that would otherwise be considered beneath them in their moments of weakness. However, how Levana came to be was, in fact, rumored to be a moment of temporary weakness for the otherwise great House of Archereon.

They say, her father was engaged at the time in which her father met her mother. An arrangement dealt with by the aged, however, steady hands of her Grandmother when she was head of the family. The arrangement was pristine, carefully crafted and arranged and the woman who’s hand was promised to him everything in which someone of his stature deserved. But rather than fall into the palms of his crafted destiny, he briefly strayed from such a path when falling for Levana’s mother— a woman of lesser nobility from the Northlands. Her immense beauty, not unlike Levan’s, initially catching him by surprise but her words being in what eventually ensnared his heart. Her sense of honesty and gentleness unwittingly earning her the heart of the otherwise heavily sought after bachelor of the Southerlands.

To say her grandmother was angered was a vast understatement.

And to say that their fates were bettered by the matter of her mother’s sudden pregnancy would be only said from the mouths of fools.

Quickly, the pair were engaged and married, her mother giving up her titles for the sake of the deep love she felt for her husband and shortly thereafter, gave birth to her sole daughter and greatest love— Levana. But, her grandmother’s rage at their union was endless and for a time, Levana’s mother and herself dismissed to live away from the sight of the public, unbeknownst to everyone but the family. Instead, for a great portion of her childhood, Levana grew up in the countryside of the Southerlands in the arms of her doting mother despite how the grave hands of sickness frequently dragged her from her life and back into the arms of bed.

They say a great deal was struck when Levana was barely eleven, earning her mother treatment in favor of her return to the Capitol and permanent abandonment of her mother. However, whether such rumors are true are still heavily debated. Regardless, as a pre-teen she returned to the heavy eyes of the public, continuing to grow and become the lady she was destined to be beneath the gaze of her distant, but watchful grandmother. Her aversion to her family’s typical mannerisms in court earned her the favor of all those in which she surrounded herself with and met, while her own beauty and natural sense of charm and warmth otherwise earned over those who would be adverse to becoming a member of her company and as such was the case while her father was the head of House and until her grandmother’s eventual passing.

Following her twentieth birthday, however, rather than waiting to arrive on death’s door to hand over the reigns of his high position, he gifted them to her upon such occasion. Electing to move to the distant countryside, away from the view of the public with his wife, his daughter is still allegedly forbidden to ever see.

Two years have passed with the Southerlands in her hands, and with the passing of a king but two years into her reign, many of the Southerland are eager to observe how she fares with the manner of court with the new bearer of the crown. . .