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"In the garden of stars, I find peace."

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Riven Sylvara

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒:

• Riv

• The Starborn

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Female

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Demisexual

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: She/Her

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Elf (Highblood)

𝐀𝐆𝐄: Appears 27 (True age: 114)

𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄: Elven

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: Sylvanic

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: Vael'Thyrion, an ancient elven dominion

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: A hidden estate in the Vale of Mourning

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: Refined, lilting Elvish with noble intonation. Her speech flows gracefully, with elongated vowels and soft consonants. She speaks with a noble cadence, using formal language even in casual settings. There’s a melodic quality to her voice, with a smooth rise and fall that gives her words an almost song-like quality. Despite the soft tone, there’s an underlying authority in her delivery, reflecting her high-born status.

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: December 23rd

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: Capricorn

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: AB+

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍: Devout follower of Lysiriel, goddess of secrets and stars

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Privately tutored in ancient lore, enchantments, court etiquette, and the art of diplomacy. Her education also includes studies in healing magic, celestial knowledge, and the intricate politics of her realm, ensuring she is well-prepared for her role in court and beyond.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Royal Princess with aspirations to be an aspiring healer. While her primary role is to represent her kingdom and maintain its alliances, her education and magical abilities allow her to take on a more diplomatic or advisory position when necessary. She is more than just a figurehead, and her abilities and knowledge make her an asset to her people beyond marriage alliances.

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒: Noble, born into the highest echelons of society. As a princess, she is bound by the expectations of her family’s lineage and the court’s rigid traditions. Her position offers both privilege and pressure, as she navigates the demands of the royal court while forging her own path.

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"Leave doubt behind."

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 RIVEN?

• She’s warm, empathetic, and socially perceptive — someone who makes others feel at ease without trying. Friendly and open, she tends to trust easily and assumes the best in people, sometimes to her detriment. She enjoys being around others, often taking on the role of emotional in her circle, though she rarely talks about her own problems. She values harmony and avoids conflict when possible, preferring to mediate rather than confront. While she may seem naive, she’s not unaware — she simply chooses to be kind even when she understands the risks. Despite a sheltered upbringing, she’s surprisingly adaptable, curious about the world, and eager to find her own footing in it.

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: ENFP – The Campaigner

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: Sanguine-Phlegmatic

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: Neutral Good

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

• Genuinely kind, with a natural ease in connecting to others

• Optimistic, able to stay grounded even when things go wrong

• Intuitive and thoughtful, often picking up on others’ emotions quickly

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

• Trusts people too easily, sometimes ignoring warning signs

• Struggles to process heavy emotions and tends to bottle them up

• Avoids direct confrontation, even when it’s necessary

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• Collecting small mementos from places she visits — stones, scraps of fabric, handwritten notes

• Singing when alone, mostly out of habit and comfort

• Visiting nearby villages in secret to see how people live outside palace walls

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒:

• Wandering the woods in silence, far from watching eyes.

• Listening in on conversations she's not supposed to hear

• Honest conversation, especially with people who don’t treat her like royalty

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒:

• People who use power to intimidate or control

• Being treated like a symbol instead of a person

• Environments where everything feels scripted or emotionally distant

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

• Speaks multiple regional dialects fluently, often using them to connect with commoners discreetly

• Skilled in embroidery and needlework — less for decorum, more for the calming routine

• Has a surprising knack for reading people’s emotions, even when they try to hide them

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"To heal is to believe the world can still be better."

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𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

• Riven has a narrow, angular face with sharp cheekbones and a defined jawline. Her skin is fair with a cool undertone, smooth and even. She has striking green eyes—clear, intense, and always alert. Her eyebrows are thin but well-shaped, sitting high and giving her a naturally watchful expression. Her nose is slim and straight, and her lips are on the thinner side, often held in a neutral or slightly guarded line. Pointed ears hint at a non-human lineage.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄:

• Slender build with a graceful posture shaped by court etiquette, though she often relaxes it when away from noble eyes. She moves gently, with a soft presence more often noticed in retrospect.

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒:

• None — considered inappropriate for her station

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

• Gold drop earrings

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒:

• A faint nick near her collarbone from childhood — from sneaking into the stables

• One small scar across the back of her hand from helping in a kitchen during a fire

• — A thin, somewhat long scar runs across the bridge of her nose, earned during an attempted assassination when she was younger.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄:

• Wears flowing, structured dresses in rich but muted tones — oxblood, soft creams, charcoal blue — practical enough to move in, with delicate detailing.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• A simple chain bracelet gifted by someone from outside the palace

• A pin shaped like a swallow — a subtle symbol of freedom

• Fine rings, each with personal meaning rather than court significance

𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒:

• A worn leather-bound journal filled with loose thoughts, sketches, and overheard conversations

• A folding knife hidden in her sash — not for combat, but practicality

"The world is broken. Let me be one small piece that isn’t."

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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:

• Hands of Lysiriel — Through touch and whispered prayer, she can soothe pain and mend wounds with a gentle radiance. It’s effective for minor injuries and emotional unrest, but deeper healing demands rest and faith.

• Starlit Ward — She can call upon Lysiriel’s favor to form a faint shield of light around herself or an ally. It blocks a single strike — magical or physical — before vanishing. It requires her to remain calm and still.

• Celestial Vow — In moments of dire need, she can call forth a spectral knight sworn to Lysiriel — a towering figure clad in silver starlit armor, its face hidden beneath a smooth helm that reflects the night sky. The guardian wields a radiant greatsword and fights with relentless precision, capable of holding back powerful enemies. But the summoning is a heavy burden; maintaining the vow drains her life force quickly, and afterward, she is left physically weakened and vulnerable. This power is rare and sacred — a last resort rather than a weapon.

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄

• Chosen at birth beneath a rare astral convergence, she was marked by Lysiriel — the goddess of secrets and stars — through signs only the temple oracles understood. Her powers are not hers alone, but gifts woven through prayer, discipline, and sacrifice. The Hands of Lysiriel allow her to mend wounds and soothe pain, but only through ritual focus and calm. Her Starlit Ward forms in moments of desperation, when she invokes hidden verses of ancient hymns to shield allies with celestial light.

The rarest and most dangerous gift, however, is the Summoned Guardian — a spectral knight draped in star-forged armor, called forth by offering a portion of her life essence. This divine protector stands as an extension of Lysiriel's judgment, capable of withstanding devastating blows and driving back overwhelming forces. But its presence is fleeting. The longer it remains, the more it draws from her — weakening her body, clouding her mind, and risking death if the connection is not broken in time. It is a gift meant only for moments where sacrifice is worth the cost.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒:

• Trained in formal court etiquette and diplomacy — she reads people well, even in tense situations

• Skilled in ritual prayer and divine invocation, especially under pressure

• A quick study with herbal remedies and field medicine, able to adapt without formal supplies

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒:

• Physically fragile — lacks endurance in prolonged physical combat

• Her empathy makes her vulnerable to manipulation and emotional exhaustion

• Struggles to make quick decisions in high-stakes, morally gray situations

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒:

• Ornate ceremonial dagger — more symbolic than practical, but sharpened all the same

• A silver-bound prayer tome that doubles as a focus for divine channeling

• Hidden needles laced with sleep-inducing herbs — for defense without bloodshed

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"The stars are constant — I take comfort in that."

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:

• Queen Elenya — her mother; distant, pragmatic, and politically sharp, often critical of her daughter’s softness

• Prince Caelen — older brother; protective but stern, believes she must “toughen up” to survive the court

• Prince Theron, younger brother — Cold, disciplined, and far too mature for his age. Theron shares their mother’s rigid beliefs and views Riven’s comion as weakness. He often challenges her openly, convinced that obedience is strength and sacrifice is honor. Though still young, his sharp tongue and unwavering loyalty to tradition make him a rising threat—one Riven can’t afford to ignore.

• High Priest Talorien — uncle and spiritual mentor, loyal to Lysiriel and deeply involved in her upbringing

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒:

• A village healer who taught her practical herbalism when she snuck out of the palace

• A young scribe from the temple who secretly shares myths with her despite them being restricted texts

• A retired knight who taught her basic self-defense — more for her peace of mind than combat readiness

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒:

• A childhood handmaid turned confidante — one of the few people who knows her true thoughts

• Her summoned guardian spirit, whom she feels a strange, wordless bond with

• A mysterious prisoner in the palace dungeons whose wisdom and sadness draws her in — a dangerous friendship

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓:

• A fellow royal, chosen by her mother to strengthen political ties through marriage to a family with a powerful army.

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒:

• A rescued hawk she helped nurse back to health, now free-roaming but returns to her call

• She feeds the stray cats that linger near the temple gardens, and they follow her like shadows

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• A rival noble family that sees her comion as a threat to their cold-blooded ambitions

• A corrupt cleric within the temple who views her devotion to Lysiriel as naïve and dangerous

• Her own growing doubt — a quiet, internal antagonist she’s just starting to recognize

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”If kindness is weakness, I will be soft until the end.”

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• Born as the youngest daughter in a kingdom that prized iron over ivory and silence over sincerity, she was meant to be ornamental — a symbol of grace, beauty, and unyielding obedience. But even as a child, she asked too many questions, wandered too far from the garden paths, and lingered too long in the servants' quarters, tending to scraped knees and quiet sorrows. Her mother called it foolishness. Her tutors called it rebellion. She simply called it comion.

• Her affinity for healing magic awakened early — subtle at first, like warm hands that soothed without reason. The priests said Lysiriel had marked her, and she believed it. While her siblings sharpened blades and bargained in war rooms, she snuck into the archives to read forgotten hymns and legends. She found solace in starlight and divine murmurs that only came when she was alone — not in the grand halls of court, but in the stillness of cloisters and moonlit corridors.

• The court never quite knew what to do with her. She was too soft to command, too stubborn to ignore. So they whispered, called her a dreamer, a disappointment — a “useful pawn” in some future alliance. Her mother, ever the tactician, now schemes to marry her off to a rival house with a formidable army. It’s a match meant to secure the throne, not her heart. But she hasn’t refused… not yet.

• The prince in question has arrived sooner than expected, and already the palace shifts around his presence — corridors thick with tension, smiles sharpened with suspicion. She’s watched him from afar: too poised, too polite, and entirely too perceptive. Whatever game her mother is playing, she knows now — she’s not the only one holding cards. And for the first time, she wonders if being seen is more dangerous than being ignored.

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"The world doesn’t need another tyrant. It needs someone who listens."

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