|hummingbird sister-slayer (cremnomys) wrote,|
@ 2015-02-01 06:06:00
name Elvira Nanette Treveil
age & dob
residence Commoners District; Fighters Guildhalls
class Holy Knight.
guild Fighters Guild
weapon Sword. Poison dagger (backup).
Choosing to shirk her knight armor whenever possible, Elvira prefers the defense of a sly smile and seductive wink. She is of average build and average beauty, but carries herself with such grace and confidence that most would never confuse her for a typical face. Elvira is sure to keep her poise approachable and warm; most who think they know her find her eyes and smile to be illuminating. Her wardrobe consists of rare fur coats and expensive suits in a variety of colors though her personal preference is for stark contrast of black and white.
Her fingers are calloused from knights training despite her strict skincare regimen; she hides this flaw, when she can, with silk white gloves. Though her hands are stained with blood, her cover would never show it. Stands at 5'4".
The charming and classy Elvira Treveil seems better suited to the life of a socialite than the ascetic one of a knight. She is, with little competition, usually the knight most eager to attend a gala, twirl her hair around her finger and bat her eyelashes at the nearest and highest ranking official in the room. She can wear and shed warmth and compassion as necessary to appeal to those around her. As she shattered her sororal ties, chains that kept her from creating her own identity, Elvira has cultivated a strong desire for social connections. She relies heavily on alliances and expansive networks that can aid her if ever she needs. Using her keen awareness of others, Elvira buries herself into the hearts of her superiors with the hope that she, too, can taste the power they possess.
Armed with a silver tongue – not Blade – and her Pharist cross, this holy knight has no reservations jumping into a battle of wits and words the same way knights are expected to fearless enter a battle for their country. Elvira spent the majority of her childhood waiting in the shadow of her older sister, watching as the people around her scurried to impress. Patience has been her greatest ally as she fought to climb the ladder. She would rather watch from afar, drinking in all the details of the current situation, than fight blindly.
Socializing aside, Elvira is indeed an exceptional knight. Her faith is unshakable, her outbursts of rage are few and far between, her moments of fear ever rarer. With her consciousness of self, she discovered her affinity for holy magic early on and has nursed it ever since. Elvira believes that she is blessed to carry out Faram's word and preserve peace and order as rules dictate. Those who stray must be punished and such punishments may be given by any means. People have their place, knights have their place; and now that her place is as Faram's devoted servant, she has long abandoned the idea that her place is beneath her sister - second best. Fueled by admiration and greed for power, Elvira fanatically devotes her life to Pharism and, to a lesser degree but no less dangerous, the Ninth Bureau. It is her duty to uphold the law (So help her Faram) however she deems suitable. She rarely feels pity for those on the wrong side of the law. If given the chance, Elvira is authoritative, cruel and ruthless; she has obtained the iron hand that thwarted her in her childhood and is unwilling to let go of the power now that it's hers.
People, if they note her astuteness, usually write her off as merely a clever girl; most do not have an idea of the reach her guile has. Shrewd, detail oriented and highly observant, Elvira is more at home with her duties as Inquisitor than in the front lines of war. Her confidence is cemented with with rung she climbs and she is more than willing to feign otherwise by exploiting her own sexuality or faking helplessness if it would reveal the weaknesses of her enemies. She is calculating and manipulative underneath her mask of friendliness. Due to her constant lies, Elvira finds it difficult to see anyone as more than sources of information. Trust is not a foreign concept to her, but she has only ever used it against others and rarely ever trusts someone. She has created a wide web of associates and, for the time being, has managed not to become entangled in her lies.
Elvira Nanette was born to the Treveils, a middle-class family of dockhands, screaming and wailing in the middle of a once-quiet autumn night. She commanded their attention for only a few months before the family The Treveil parents were young, average, commoners; they were, as Elvira would say, witless and this would be the cause of all their problems thereafter.
Since the adults hadn't the time to tend to her, the infant Elvira Nanette and her toddling sister, Elvia, were often left in the care of their elderly neighbors. Elvia was one letter away from her sister and one step closer to their parent's heart. Elvira Nanette, on the other hand, was a name too long for the Treveils to say (Why they chose the name, she never asked). She could never just be herself – Elvira- without her parents getting tongue tied and confusing the two. The neighbors called them inseparable. Indistinguishable. She grew up struggling to set herself apart from her sister, resentful of the bit part she played in her own life. One day Elvia mispronounced her younger sister's name as "Nettie."
And it stuck.
Young Nettie was a named-by-her-sister accident, the second daughter and second best. Only in the Church could she cultivate a separate identity. She watched the power of the associates of Pharism had, power over the government, power above law; and she craved it for herself.
Sometime after Elvia reached the age requirement, the Treveils sent her off to train in the Fighters Guild with the hope that their favored daughter would find a better career (or at least, a rich, talented fighter husband). When Maurice got into a tough spot with debt, Elvia, the dutiful daughter, tried to get them out using connections she made as a squire. Against Nettie’s suggestion (who listens to the second best?), she cut a deals with thieves she once worked against. Nettie, wanting to shame her sister and bring herself to glory, reported her sister's crime to the proper officials. When the accusations were proven correct, Elvia was promptly charged and removed from the Fighters Guild.
Days before Elvia’s official sentence hearing, the Treveils received notice of her death, presumably killed by the same thieves with whom she worked. Nettie felt a pang of guilt, but in her eyes the benefits far outweighed the consequences.
At last, there was no other. There was no more Elvira/Elvia confusion. The youngest Treveil seized ownership of her own name and pushed her past away. She was not Nettie the baby sister but her own person: Elvira. There was no chance of being mistaken for a dead girl.
Elvira took over her sister’s role as a squire days after the funeral. At thirteen, she was a latecomer but no less talented. Through fighting and training alongside her, the guild associates learned quickly not to confuse Elvira for her late sister. Her skill with the blade and her interest in holy magic set her apart from the bumbling free-spirit her sister was. Soon enough, the elder Treveil daughter faded from the Guild’s mess hall gossip.
With each compliment, she became even more fueled to climb up the ladder. Elvira used her knack for people watching to find out how to suck up to her superiors. Her determination and love for rules made her a favorite among her superiors. She allied herself with those closest to the top of the ladder and used them to as stepping stones to boost her own career. On the other hand, her low tolerance for rule-breaking strained her relationship with some of her peers. She lived by her vows and saw little reason to have sympathy for those who would not do the same.
Five years after her sister's death, Elvira passed the tests to become a knight. Knighthood suited her well, though it did not always seem that way to others. She immersed herself in its rules and orders, beliefs and creeds; yet she continued to dress in fanciful garb and indulge herself with men and their gifts. She followed the code as she interpreted it and never saw fault in doing so.
On the eve of her test to become a holy knight, an agent of the Ninth Bureau, someone in Parliament who had been watching her at a social, approached her with a job proposition. She welcomed the double life, embracing the idea that she would be a part of an organization with such influence on the city, that she too could have the power in her hands. She loved getting entangled in the secret workings of Emillion. Being privy to secrets gave her the idea that she had more control – more knowledge – than even her council members. It quelled her thirst power at first; but then she wanted more. Being stationed in the Fighter's Guild, Elvira did not often leave Emillion on her missions, but she was required to keep an eye on the knights and nobles for the Bureau. The extra responsibilities delayed her training for a few years and kept her grounded in the city. Using her time to her advantage, she continued to pour over books and books on holy magic, Pharist history, and politics of Emillion.
A year later at twenty-four years old, she became a holy knight. Other guild members were unsurprised; Elvira never hid her talent for Pharism even though she at times seemed more interested in socializing. Over the time, her missions with the Ninth Bureau caused her to be jaded about the competence of her fellow guild associates, but so long as she is required to watch them, she will.
○ Resourceful, quick thinker.
○ Power hungry. Fixated on gaining and keeping control.
○ Has a major sweet tooth.
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