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JOSEFIN PIERRE

[attr="class","about_1"]APPEARANCE

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Eyes: Sea Blue
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Hair color: Golden Blonde, Long, Wavy
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Height: 5’10”
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Weight: 140lbs
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Birthmarks: She has a mole on her right cheek just beside her nose.
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Scars: She has a few faded scars on her hands, arms, and legs from weapons training. [break]
Distinguishing Features: She has a strong jawline and cleft chin. [break]
Tattoos: None
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Attire: At court, she is in fine silken dresses but during training she wears fighting leathers.

[attr="class","about_1"]INVENTORY

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Animals: There are a few horses she that consistently carry the carriages for Triston royalty but she does have one horse she prefers to ride alone, Pluie. And she has a pet owl she’s quite attached to, Blanche.
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Weapons: She is trained with a sword and has one that was gifted to her but her preferred weapon is her bow and arrows. [break][break]
Jewelry: She has a small collection of ‘crown jewels’ and her favorite to wear is a rather plain golden circlet with a single emerald. [break][break]
Misc: She has a castle that she’ll inherit one day?

[attr="class","about_1"]SKILLS

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Magic: Josefin doesn’t view magic the same way others in Triston do. In fact, if she could integrate it into their nation without a revolt she would.
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Power(s): N/A
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Combat: She is skilled in swordplay but more so in archery and prefers to practice that over swords. [break][break]
Passive: She does wear leather armor and if she were to enter battle, she would wear plate armor designed for her. [break][break]
Misc: Josefin is extremely educated and has had tutors from other nations as well as traveled to other nations to study their ways of life as well as their literature, religion, and histories. [break][break]

[attr="class","about_1"]FREEFORM HISTORY

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There have always been whispers about her family. Cursed. Barren. Bastards. Some say it was a witch angry with their traditions and hatred of magic that cursed the royal family to not have boys. Some use that as an example of why witchcraft is evil. Some say it was Josefin herself, the firstborn, who cursed them all when she wasn’t born a male. Despite their theories and quiet mockery in taverns and on busy streets, they’re all wrong. Of course, her parents wanted a boy; it would make the line of succession so much clearer and put an end to any tension that might result from distant male relatives making a wild grasp for the throne. But she and her younger sisters were loved dearly. They were doted on and taken care of and even the maids were chosen for their expertise in child care and skills with some craft or another. Josefin was the first to learn a skill outside of political manipulations and maneuverings and her lady’s maid, who had apparently been a popular bard amongst the taverns in her youth, taught her the pianoforte. Her two sisters who came after her learned drawing and poetry, respectively. They were not women whose only worth was to be sold off for an alliance and her mother made sure of that.
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A fourth child came along when Josefin was nearly twelve. By that time, she had begun swordplay as Triston, though a nation of farmers, favored their weapons and smithing overall. She remembered the day her sisters ran to her in a panic vividly and as all three of them raced toward her mother’s bedchambers, there was a sinking feeling something was disastrously wrong. She’d made it through three hard births, the maids had told her, she would be fine and they’d all go back to normal with another sibling to celebrate. Only this wasn’t the case. As the three of them were finally allowed into the bedroom, she remembered how cold her mother’s hand felt and how much blood there was. Pulling her sisters close, they all said goodbye to their mother. Their baby brother only lived a few days after, whatever illness their mother had caught had passed to him before he was even born.
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For months, their father was inconsolable and Josefin had to take on the responsibly of keeping up the castle, even if she couldn’t quite grasp everything that was going on at the time. Finally, when he’d begun to come around again, it felt like things might start to feel normal again. But again, this wasn’t the case.
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For years, Josefin urged her father to find a new bride, to find one that had perhaps already had sons and could give him an heir but even though he did attempt to court a few women, no one compared to her mother. When it eventually became clear that he would not remarry and there were no close relatives who would claim the crown, she ordered her tutors to switch her studies to more pressing matters, matters of state and economics, diplomacy, and learning other nations’ histories. Between the time she was fifteen until she turned twenty one, she spent a great deal of time both learning other nations’ religions and histories and trades from her tutors as well as touring other cities and kingdoms and studying for months on end within foreign walls.
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It was during her studies she became more and more disillusioned with the traditions and conservatism Triston clung to as a nation. She knew her father was just as traditional as their ancestors and it would be hard to convince him of the plans that had formed in her mind. To her, Triston needed to progress. It needed cities, it needed traffic and tourism, and it needed fresh ideas. Installing libraries and schools in a few of the bigger villages and offering foreign tutors fair wages to come teach her people about the world around them and outside Triston was exactly what they needed. But it would be a hard battle to win over her people and convince them to turn away from their complacency and accept these new, perhaps radical, ideas. And there were so many other things she wanted to work on, but she still had some small hope that perhaps her father, even in his ailing years, would find a woman who wanted to give him a son, and Jo could go back to traveling and studying and… living.