Queen Fatima Masah'Malak Thrax
You can get anything you want from anyone. You just need to learn how to ask.
Social Rank: 3
Concept: Spoiled Halfblood
Marital Status: single
Height: average height
Hair Color: raven black
Eye Color: seafoam green
Description: There is a powerful aura of dark majesty about this woman, causing her to stand out in almost any crowd. With a preternatural beauty and grace, and intense eyes that gleam pale green like serpentine gems, she carries herself with the regal command of a Queen. She maintains an air of serene mystique, yet there is no hesitation to her warm smiles, which illuminate the best parts of a person. Flawless dusky skin and long, raven black hair that falls to her waist are testament to her Eurusi heritage, while the seafoam green of her enchanting eyes must surely be from her mother.
There is elegance and refinement in every gesture, her dark hair perfectly styled. Her tasteful clothing fits her statuesque form perfectly, suited to one of her royal station. Every gesture seems carefully choreographed with a refined precision, framing each action she takes in grace and poise. Her voice is like dark honey, a warm and pleasant mezzo-soprano, though there is a glimmer of danger simmering beneath the surface of her gaze, which suggests it would be unwise to invoke her rage.
Personality: Fatima takes the world in stride, for she know it will be hers one day. She hasn?t decided what that means yet, but it gives her the confidence to twist and influence those around her, to whatever end she decides that day. It?s not quite out of cruelty, but she often has trouble understanding the motivations around her, since hers tend to be so fluid. She enjoys people however, and sees the world as her very own gameboard. She can be compassionate, kind, and generous, when her motivations dictate, and she does so sincerely then. She is unafraid to use her feminine wiles, but, perhaps, does so with much more discretion than someone from another House may be. Being Thraxian, however, likely makes her better at that sort of game, since it is far more difficult to be successful and not be made to disappear.
Background: Many would expect Princess Fatima Thrax to be a depressed, somber young woman, haunted by her tragic upbringing. She is more than willing to let anyone think that, and then take advantage of that perception with shameless abandon. The ambitious and ruthless granddaughter of Donrai Thrax certainly would have ample justification to have turned out meek, considering the execution of her father and the banishment of her mother, but perhaps she inherited far too much of the spirit that doomed her parents combined with her grandfather's calculation. Fatima's mother, Princess Marjory Thrax, was no proper Thraxian woman in the eyes of Donrai Thrax. With far too much interest in sailing, Princess Marjory defied her father by accompanying a daring expedition to sail east to the rarely contacted continent of Eurus on a perilous voyage. Worse in the eyes of Fatima's grandfather, not only did Marjory have the temerity to succeed, but she returned with a husband, married without permission of her family, to the exiled Prince Asad of Petrioch, a royal fleeing a lost war of one of the distant Dune Kingdoms of Eurus. Prince Donrai Thrax had little choice but to recognize the marriage of the royals as Marjory was already with child, but it proved short lived- Prince Asad was found complicit in the plotting of the Tyde Rebellion and was executed by House Thrax, and Princess Marjory Thrax was all but exiled, married off to a Lord of House Pravus and unwelcome to the family.
Fatima, however, is not bitter that she never really knew her parents. The half-eurusi princess was spoiled constantly by the many servants of House Thrax who sympathized and had loved Princess Marjory and Prince Asad, and she quickly learned how laughably easy it was to twist those sympathies to her own ends while seeming an utterly proper Thrax princess. As the princess grew, sometimes tutored in politics by her heartless grandfather, she saw the awe and sheer respect granted to the highlord by all of his vassals and quickly realized how vulnerable many of those same men were to deft manipulation. And oh, did she grow deft. A true princess of Thrax could never wield political power directly, of course, but why would she ever need to do so? The games are so much more entertaining with her controlling the pieces indirectly.
|One day, I will visit her homeland and her palace, and enjoy watching how all that she can be has blossomed from all that she is.
|She strikes me as a tactician, and not only in the military sense.
|My cousin is bold, brave and walks her own path. It is that strength and tenacity that I admired most.
|Another Thrax estranged from her family. What's going on at Maelstrom?
|Definitely someone who knows her way around words and strikes hard bargains. Vivid eyes, but cold analysis behind them.
|That's one... way to stop an axe
|If you ever need a bucket of water dumped on your head, she's there for you.
|I believe in her, and I swear to commit my life to protecting hers.
|We had an interesting conversation about Eurus and other topics.
|Self-assured and poised, she possesses an enviable allure that simultaneously reassures and intrigues. I look forward to seeing what's to come.
|From hot tea in the winters snow, to spiced wine by a hearths warmth, I have found a kindred spirit.