RHYME ORNYS RIVENN

AGE 25

RANK THISBEAN PRINCESS

RACE HUMAN

DEMOGRAPHIC ;

FULL NAME: Rhyme Ornys Rivenn
AGE: 25
GENDER: Cisgender Female | She/Her/Hers
HOME REGION: Thisbe
FACTION: Thisbean Royalty
FACTION RANK: Princess
RACE: Human

PERSONALITY

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MAGIC

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SKILLS

• Archery
  
• Cooking
• Thievery

ANIMALS

• n/a

WEAPONS

• n/a

SUPPLIES

• n/a

HISTORY

Rhyme has always been a menace to those around her, often causing guards headaches in their attempts at keeping track of her around the castle's grounds and when they were on outings per her incessant requests to her brother, Isto. She was used to getting her way, and absolutely took her rank and what it gave her for granted. Her brother, Thyme, was often roped into her schemes-- not to mention she likely played pranks on the maids as well. So she wasn't taken seriously very often, and when she was it usually wasn't for the right reasons.

Her adolescence was a bit of the same of her childhood-- the same old among the new years. She was in a bit of a kerfuffle regarding a stable-hand and some unrequited feelings. The stable-hand had been transferred to another stable within Thisbe's capital after rejecting the princess's feelings in hopes of never seeing the young royal again and avoiding any form of awkward social interaction.

When she was twenty Rhyme was on her way to the Midsummer Solstice festivities in Vanyar, when a storm descended on them, killing nearly her entire guard and creating an opportunity for her to escape her duties as a princess. She soon found that she had been presumed dead. Rhyme had always wanted freedom, but while she was on the streets she had little to no practical skills and couldn't fend for herself... before long she was captured by bandits, and upon finding out she had no marks and couldn't even find a job for herself they gave her some leeway and offered her a position as a servant in their camp: someone that makes their food and keeps their tents clean, as well as making sure the horses and other animals of the camp are well fed.

During her time in camp she meets many people that come and go. No one ever stayed for more than a few months unless they found they liked the camps environment-- and that was maybe one or two per year, if any at all.

She wasn't entirely stupid, though, and used her middle name (Ornys) instead of her first when she was questioned on who she was and who her family was, etc etc.

She managed to keep herself on the down low for those five years she was presumed dead, and when she thought she had a good chance and enough marks saved up from stealing haphazardly from the bandits own stashes, she made her move and managed to escape from the thieves. Rhyme found her way back home after a few very long and very tedious months and is now recovering from the journey in the castle while Midsummer Solstice is well underway throughout northern Thisbe and southern Vanyar.

APPEARANCE;

HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 130 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SCARS: An ugly (but healed) scar that runs from her thigh down to her ankle-- caused in the wreckage of the storm and the only reason she survived is because she was pulled from the aftermath and given a healing potion by a kind stranger. The only reason she was the only one to receive the potion was because she was the only one conscious enough to call for help, and by the time someone came along after hearing her cries she was slumped against the outside of the carriage with a dagger in her hand.
TATTOOS: n/a
OTHER: n/a
MEDICAL: n/a
ATTIRE: Wears stuff like this and this.

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