Lady Wylla Terrick
Age: 18
Height: 5'4"
Build: Light, shapely, with a gentle tone of athleticism.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Pale Brown, Blinded
Status: Unmarried and innocent~
Wylla Terrick was born in the spring of AC 191, as the second daughter of Lord Terrick. Her birth was stricken with the curse of blindness, and the girl was fortunate of her upstanding class or she may have lived a rather short and perilous existence. Instead she had all the comforts of nobility to prop her up, and while she was one of her father’s eldest daughters, there was the safety net of sorts. Wylla was never likely to be much more than a useful bargaining tool for connecting the house to another through marriage and child. It was a fate Wylla, as idealistic as she might wish to be, had come to terms with even prior to her Flowering. Due to her own deformity, she wasn’t exposed to many of the most rigorous studies of her siblings, simply due to a lack of application. She was never going to read, and most higher levels of educating oneself required such a skill. She was never going into battle, and never had grown the instincts to properly protect herself, for why would she? Led by the hand and constantly protected by her peers, she was unable to obtain even the most minimal of abilities in keeping herself safe. The only scraping understanding she even held for the art of warefare and her clan's positions would come much later in her adult life. What point would there be in educating one who could not perceive maps, or would have any place in understanding these things? Wylla was a daughter who would serve to create a bridge, nothing more and certainly nothing less. If she could not manage that, she was merely a failure.
And as such, Wylla was continuously schooled in the arena of pleasing. In the ability to make those around her happy. While she might have wanted to be a contrary girl, years of strict guidance left a rather potent mark on her. Whether she liked it or not, her appearance was lovely and her skill in a unique rationale was peerless. She went through much of her young life working on different ways of thinking, of understanding a situation and finding how it could be warped to her advantage. While deception was the obvious tool, it was very close to her instructors that this would never work. Wylla lacked the ability to mimic the facial expressions and body language that a good storyteller must have. Her words could seem pure, but there was a loss of innocence that was apparent to any courtier.
If falsehoods failed her, then the only option was in mastering the truth, which was the core of her actual studies. Complimenting and praising, ignoring deficiencies to raise morale… and through this she became quite the hit at the gatherings she was made to attend, managing to help prop up her father and brother by showering them with talk of their successes and greatest attributes, while casually ignoring any of the faults she found with them. Combined with her natural beauty, she was considered a somewhat delicate but valuable flower as she grew.
This would all come to a head when she was but 16 years of age. A proper woman, who was unmarried and unmarred by the touch of men. An arrangement of her father’s to make her especially attractive to one of the higher houses, granting them an ally in marriage. She was sent as his stand-in to the wedding of two other minor houses within the city of Fairmarket. It was a simple encounter, which was supposed to infuse some nobles of Frey and Mallister with an even stronger bond. However, things went awry when the daughter of Frey was accused of being involved with a man present from Piper. Things escalated quickly as honors were quick to be defended, with naked blades ready to answer any further indignation. Bloodshed which would only spiral further out of control. Wylla, in her own arrogance, more likely than not, would intervene. Much the to chagrin of her assigned bodyguard, Walder Rivers. Wylla inserted herself into the middle of things, and before the eyes of a representative of Tully, she was able to calm those involved enough to discuss a means of compromise. Enough so that well the anger was only somewhat subsided, the proceedings could continue on, at the cost of Frey submitting a small tribute to Mallister for their hidden affairs, while the womanizing young lord of Piper was left somewhat enchanted by the young lady of Terrick.
Finding the situation calm and settled, Wylla’s skills at this craft had impressed their liege in Tully enough for her to be called for. Not for her usual purposes, but to see just how far her negotiations could go. Moving across the riverlands, Wylla would be sent in with a variety of interests for their Overlord. Primarily making financial gains swifter and more profitable by bringing a charming face who could pull people together, Wylla would find herself increasingly well known in her travels. She only stayed long enough to make her impact before returning home, or being shipped off to her next venture, but the revenue for her services as a negotiator combined with her increasing popularity among the suitors of court had whispers of her presence and words floating around even unbeknownst to her. A soft joke, of the Riverside Fairy. She would never tell you a lie, only the truth, in a way you had never considered. With her presence, even bitter rivals could partner for an increased gain, at least for a while.
by Rahvin » Thu Aug 17, 2017 3:55 am
