Isabelle Krähen, Dhampir Demagogue

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Isabelle Krähen

“What is a Coupé, but a Revolution that hasn’t yet obtained popular support?”

 

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Name: Isabelle Krähen

Race: Dhampir

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Class: Bard (Demagogue Archetype)

Traits: Addicted Friend, Ambitious, Bastard, Final Embrace, Power-Hungry

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Concept and Plot Hook:

Isabelle is a minor noble woman that resides on the East Shore. Her family, Krähen, gained its wealth and notoriety long ago for its service in the Cousin’s War. Her mother was a high society socialite up until the day she overdosed on shiver in a back alley.  Her father, rumored to be a vampire, was never in the picture. Isabelle was raised by the strict guidance of her maternal grandparents. When they too passed, Isabelle inherited everything from the family’s raven crest to the riverside estate to a sizable treasury and a retinue of servants. She has always enjoyed the finer things in life but they’ve only ever been a distraction for her true desires. The affluent heiress craves the one thing she doesn’t yet have and perhaps the only thing that would allow her to end the crime ripping apart Korvosa’s streets once and for all - power. The timely delivery of a certain letter from a certain person however, at least offers her the chance to collect justice from one undeserving soul in particular.

“My father was a whore. My mother was a shiver fiend. It’s a good thing grandfather had more sense then the both of them or I'd be unable to rid this city of that vault rat Gaedran Lamm.”

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Description:

Isabelle is one of those figures that towers over everyone else in the room. A tall statuette of flawless beauty, she’s never had to search for suitors despite possessing an almost ominous aura. She inherited her father’s ghost-like pale skin and through a combination of his foreboding crimson stare and her mother’s sparkling blue irises, she gained a set of eyes in a shade of violet that is as enchanting as midnight orchids. Isabelle’s hair is long, straight, like a pillar of obsidian turned to fine thread. Her slim but shapely figure is intoxicating to behold. At six foot four inches in height and a hundred and seventy pounds, she commands respect in any conversation. Her stare is decisive. Her face is imperial. Her visage like a condescending remark over a bottle of fine red wine. You may get drunk on her words but do be weary, for this heiress has only hidden her fangs. 
 

“Do not fear me love. I’m just your future queen.”

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Personality:

Isabelle is an enthralling orator with the uncanny ability to seize a room full of people and convince them all to drop what they are doing and focus their full attention on her voice. People generally either loathe her or admire and adore her. She leaves little room for the in-between and wouldn't have it any other way. Bad press is still publicity after all. Starved of affection for much of her early childhood, she craves idolatry even if she hates to admit it. Isabelle is often the first and most eloquent perspective in any discussion. Even on the fly her words are carefully selected and her arguments roll off her tongue as if rehearsed. They are in a way. Somewhat of a socialite in her own right, Isabelle often finds herself sitting down with other wannabe-infouential minor nobles to discuss philosophy, history, and political theater.

If it were up to her - Isabelle would be crowned the ruler of Korvosa yesterday. She has little respect for the current king and his mistress, something she has never done well to hide, though it’s not like they've ever met given the difference in their station. An elegant provocateur and misguided philanthropist if there ever was one, Isabelle's biggest motivation beyond her image is doing what she believes is the right thing for the people of Korvosa whether or not they agree with the means. The people need security and safety in their homes. A revolutionary autocrat in the making, Isabelle would light that fuse if only she could guarantee enough people would follow her to make it worthwhile.
 

As calculating and manipulative as one might describe the Dhampir lady, cold is hardly a fitting addition to this list of descriptors. She isn’t evil. The chip on her shoulder rarely extends to the little guy. Those in Isabelle’s close circle know her as loyal friend that, while perhaps a little bit eccentric and a lot of bit ambitious, cares deeply for those around her. She may kick you in the shin to advance her own plots, but she’ll also be the first to pick you back up and place you on a better pedestal when she gets what she wants. Isabelle never forgets a debt owed.

Edited April 21 by NorthOfOrdinary (see edit history)