Fevrea+Cvetson

The Questions


 Full name of Character:Fevrea Cvetson

 Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: Her first name was a random letter pick from my head, but her last name was an allusion to the fact that she is a descendant of the founder of Cvetonia and one of the royal family.

 Nickname: Rea

 Title: Crown Princess Fevrea, Heir Apparent to the Throne of Cvetonia

 Race:Human

 Occupation:Heir, 2IC of the Cvetonian Defense Force, Warrior.

 Social class: Royalty

Physical Appearance:
Age:17

 How old they appear:20

 Eye Color: Gold

 Glasses or contacts? No, neither

 Hair color length and style: Black, Shoulder, Curly

 Weight and height:5'10" 130lb

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Type of body (build): Athletic

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Skin tone and type (i.e., harry, slimy, scaly, oily, fair, burns easily):Olive

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Shape of face:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Distinguishing marks (dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): Scar on the side of her neck point towards her chest.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Predominant feature:Eyes

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Is s/he healthy? Yes

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> If not, why not? Or why are they healthy?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Do they look healthy? Why/why not? Yes

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Favorites:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Char’s favorite color: Apple Green

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Least favorite, why? Pink, to be explained later

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Music? Gypsy Music

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Literature: N/A

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Expressions: N/A

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Expletives (curse): Atacat Spatia

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Mode of transport: Boat

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Hobbies: Sailing, Swimming, wood working

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How do they spend a rainy day? Pacing, making a menace of herself.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Personality:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Are they a daredevil or cautious? Cautious Daredevil

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Do they act the same alone as when with someone? Somewhat, she is a little more subdued

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Habits:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Drinks: Wine and water

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How much: Not enough to get drunk with wine, and a lot of water

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Greatest Strength: Swordsmanship and her strength of mind

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Greatest Weakness: Grappling and her claustrophobia

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Soft spot: Her Relationships with Family/Friends.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not: She doesn't think it is, but almost all of her people.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> If not, how do they hide it: She has a front she uses, masking her feelings.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Biggest Vulnerability: She is scared of not having any family or friends, she needs warmth.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Background:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Hometown:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Type of childhood: She was raised by advisors of her fathers and tutors. She took control of her life at an early age. She manipulated things so she would be taught what she wanted, to grow into the person she wished to be. Not what her father thought he wanted.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> First Memory: Her brother Artem, reading from a history book, while he thought she was sleeping.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Most important child hood event that still effects him/her: She was kidnapped when she was about 5.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Why? It made her not wish to be weak any more. She didn't want to be vulnerable after that.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Education: Taught by tutors and her brother. She was trained in weapons and strategy by her guards.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Religion: The people of Cvetonia believe in higher beings watching over them, but they haven't given them a name, just refer to them by they/them. Cvetonians do talk about Cvet, but only as a sort of revered person, like By Cvet or What in the name of Cvet, like that.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Finances: She is the Crown Princess of a precious metal mining country. She is no pauper.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Family:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Mother: Yana Cvetson née Aarin

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Relationship with her: Non-existant, she is deceased, she died shortly after giving birth.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Father: Kirill Cvetson

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Relationship with him: Not very close, he sent her away when she was a child to be taught by tutors and learn the ways so she could become a civilized queen.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Siblings, How many, relationship with each: One a Half Brother, Prince Artem Cvetson, he is 10 years older than her and a scholar, he was the Crown Prince until her birth.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Children of siblings: None

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Other extended family: None

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Close? Why or why not: She is quite close to her brother, because he had not wanted to be King, and she is a better heir than he was.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Attitude:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Most at ease when: At Sea

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Most ill at ease when: Trapped in a tiny space.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Priorities: Protecting her Country, Protecting Family/Friends

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Philosophies: Trust until given a reason not to trust. Take everything with a handful of salt.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How they feel about themselves:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Past failure they would be embarrassed to admit: Not escaping when kidnapped.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Why? She is a fearsome warrior, why couldn't she get herself free: She wasn't a fearsome warrior yet, just a willful child. She became a warrior because of that failure. But it is still something she is ashamed of even if she was only five.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> If granted one wish what would it be, why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Traits:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Optimist or pessimist? Why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Introvert or extrovert? Why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Drives and motives:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Talents:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Extremely skilled at:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Extremely unskilled at:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Good characteristics:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Character flaws:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Mannerisms:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Peculiarities:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Biggest regret:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Minor regrets:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Biggest accomplishment:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Minor accomplishments:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Darkest secret:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Does anyone know?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How did they find out:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Self-perception:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">One word they would use to describe themselves: Strong

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> One paragraph of how they would describe themselves:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What do they consider their best physical characteristic and why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> The worst one? Why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Are they realistic assessments?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> If not, why not?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How they think others preserve them:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What four things would they most like to change about themselves:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> If they were changed would they be the same person, why/why not:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Would changing of number 1 make them more happy? Why/why not:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Interaction with other people:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">How do they relate to others:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How are they perceived by strangers:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Friends:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Wife/husband/lover:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> The Hero/Heroin:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How do they view the Hero/Heroine:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> First impression of the char:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> why?

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What happens to change this perception:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What do people like most about this char:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What do they dislike most about them:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Goals:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Immediate:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Long term:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How do they plan to accomplish them:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How will others be effected by this:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Problems/Crisis:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">How do they react in a crisis:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How do they face problems:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Kind of problems they usually run into:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How they react to new problems:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How they react to change:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">General:
<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">Favorite clothing, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Least favorite, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Jewelry:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Other accessories:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Drives:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Where do they live:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Where do they want to live:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Spending habits, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> What do they do too much of, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Most prized possession, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> People they secretly admire, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Person they are most influenced by, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> Most important person in their life before story starts, why:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"> How do they spend the week just before the story starts:

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">How they met 'The Fox': Fevrea was kidnapped when she was about five and The Fox saved her The Royalty of Cvetonia have a tradition that has endured for hundreds of years. Every year, during the Time of Celebration, they travel to the island of Liki, spending the entire 70 days feasting, dancing and generally having a relaxing time. It was accepted that nothing happened in Cvetonia, or Pyrosium at all during the Time of Celebration as a sign of respect. But like many commonly accepted things, there is always an exception.

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The shores of Liki were quiet and peaceful, a quality that drew many to them, but it was another quality that drew a small girl, her hair in ebony plaits. What drew her was the stones that peppered the beach. She was a collector. She enjoyed finding the unique and overlooked beauty in the earth. The problem was that her father disapproved of this and had sequestered her in the family manor. He didn’t believe that a little girl should roam about, getting her knees scraped and hands dirty; he wanted her to become a queen. Wanting to please her father she agreed and had not searched for rocks in many months, but this was a unique situation. Her new friend’s birthday was tomorrow and she wanted to give him something special. Bala Strongwood was the son of the Leshii’s leader, who had come to Liki for a meeting with her father. Bala was funny and didn’t treat her like a princess, a difference that made all the world to Fevrea.

So the quest to find a present was on, she wanted to find the perfect stone to give to Bala because the diplomatic present chosen by her father was, in her mind, boring. A book of Cvetonian literature wasn’t that appealing to a five year old, so, without much difficulty she snuck past her guards and escaped to the shore where she had seen many stones before.

Scrambling over a boulder or two, the young princess failed to notice the dark ship anchored a little off the beach, nor the row boat laying on its side. What she did see was the most perfect stone. It was light green, the same shade as Bala’s skin and scattered within it were pieces of blue crystal. With a triumphant sound she pounced and quickly examined it. Finding it perfect she turned stowing the present into a pouch sewn onto her dress. But there on the ground was a shadow. She tilted her head in thought. Slowly her eyes followed the shadow towards it’s base then caught sight of a pair of boots, which were connected to legs, and a body. Her eye’s widened in fright. Not at the sight of a body, no that didn’t scare her. What scared her was the emblem upon the body. It was a black anchor and a blue crow, the symbol of a paustian.

The Paustians had rebelled when King Moch had declared pirating against the law in Cvetonia and there were still groups around almost one hundred years later. Mostly all they did was raid once or twice a year and stay on their ships but every now and again they were known to become extremely violent. Especially against those with connections to the crown, and Fevrea had the strongest connection in Cvetonia. She was the heir apparent.

Hearing a crunch of sand behind her, but before she could turn, a cloth covered her mouth and all that she could smell was the cloyingly sweet smell of the Hylson flower. A flower that if eaten causes a deep and long sleep.

It only took a moment. The young girl collapsed into the arms of the stranger. Darkness having overcome her mind.

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Time passed in a distorted manor for Fevrea. This was a combination of the natural effect of the Hylson flower and the incompetence of her captors. For the men holding her hostage had given her the adult dosage of the plant. A dose meant to knock a body out for one night, made a child almost overdose. Causing hallucinations and distorted thought processes.

She could barely understand what went on around her. She heard yelling and many men arguing. She could feel water being pushed past her lips, and knew enough to swallow, but the food given in this way was promptly vomited back up onto some man’s shoes. Between bouts of consciousness she drifted in a pit of darkness only keep afloat by the voices of her family. Her brother soft tones coming from memories of many bedtime stories, and her fathers brusk timbre telling her to buck up and act like a Cvetson.

This cycle continued for what seemed to be weeks and at the same, hours. But it was broken by a cold feeling of water splashing onto her face. Opening her eyes the first thing she saw was a pink cloth, that which she had seen many times when ever she had the strength to see, then it was removed and what replaced it was a pair of kind old eyes. Though the face was young the eyes were old, as if they held all the knowledge and had seen too much. The man, smiled seeing her eyes open and spoke.

“Can you understand me?” At her nod he continued. “Good, now we are going to get off of this ship. I have a small boat off the starboard bow. We will try to make our way to that.” He then stood and tried to take her hand, but she pulled away.

“Who are you? And why are you helping me?” The seriousness in her voice did not match the body it came out of. He couldn’t help it, despite their situation. The young man laughed a bit.

“People call me the Fox, and I can’t help helping people. At least you have the sense not to go off with strangers. Though I may talk to you later about going off alone.” There was a slight stare down between the man and the child, but it was diffused by a small hand reaching up to meet the larger one already in the air.

Grabbing her hand he lifted her and closed his cloak over the both of them. It’s use only created to make one person invisible, was able to mask the two from the unsuspecting Paustians at least for the moment.

Now there was only one problem with the escape plan. Fevrea was looked upon every hour on the hour, and her last check in was fifty-nine minutes before.

The duo were a few steps from the bow of the ship when the deck was stormed with men holding swords. The man known as Fox, lightly dropped Fevrea onto her feet and tucked her behind him all while drawing his rapier.

“Mister Fox, what are yo-?” The leaders eyes hardened as he slowly understood the scene before him. “So, you came onto my ship with the intent of steal what is mine? I gave you my trust and you betrayed it?!” Spit flew from his mouth as he became worked up.

“Well, considering what I am taking is a little girl and not yours I do not believe it is called stealing, more like returning. I came onto this ship with only the intent to trade merchandise, that was until I was wandering and came across the Heir Apparent to the Cvetonian line. It is marvelous what men will tell you when you give them something to drink. Tell me something? Is it common practice to take little girls and drug them to the gills? Because if it is we may have a few problems.” His voice didn’t become loud, it was even the entire time he spoke, but it was filled with steel and a promise. One that none, save a little girl, understood. It was a promise of pain if crossed. The same promise in the voice of many of her guards.

The leader just laughed. “Kill him and bring me the girl.” With that ten men ran forward attacking, but before they could reach their target, he had disappeared.

Confusion was rampant for a moment, then a swords man fell, knocked unconscious. After that, they all fell just as swift, with only the leader left standing. He lunged at Fevrea. Catching her by the arm as she tried to run. He pulled out a blade and held it at her neck. “Hurt me and the girl dies!” He was desperate, his strongest fighters were just downed by an invisible opponent. “Reveal yourself at once!”

A hand slowly came into view and unclipped the Fox’s cloak. “Calm down.” There was no sign of strain or exertion on his face. In fact it had remained mostly unchanged from when he had first spoken with Fevrea, except for a more feral and viciousness that had not been there before. “Release the girl and you will go free. If not suffer the consequences.”

“Ha, as if I would lose my only bargaining chip.” He tightened his hold on the girl and his dagger, causing it to bite into her skin, making her wince and hiss.

“Your Highness, I must ask you to close your eyes and do not open them until I say so, do you understand?” The steel in his voice was back now, and with a vengeance.

“Yes.” Her voice never wavered, a feat only accomplished by being trained from birth how to not show emotion and be an aristocrat.

And with that, she could only follow the occurrences by sound. There was a soft whisper of leather on wood and them a slick wet sound before a solid thump. She felt the man behind her fall away, but his knife had still been at her throat so as he fell, a line was cut, up towards her ear. But through it all she didn’t open her eyes.

A sigh was heard, then the sheathing of a blade. She was lifted and felt herself lowered. Then the slight bobbing of a small boat was all she felt.

“You can open your eyes princess.”

Opening her eyes the only thing she saw were a pair of kind old eyes. And a weary smile. <span style="color: #000000; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;">.