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i just finished rping this baby at a site and i thought i'd give her a nice lil send-off via this event. hookay here i goooooo.

sofia elena ravus is a princess of the republic of cagliostro, one of the four great nations on the orsterran continent. she is twenty-one years old and the youngest member of the ruling family. she is a trained healer, alchemist, and enchantress. while she isn't tending to the royal gardens, she's charming orsterra's notables over tea and biscuits. she hails from a land famous for its military might, so it's actually quite... embarrassing? that her sword skills are so poor and that she has no body count to speak of (we don't talk about what happened at samsara, she didn't mean to, it wasn't their fault except for when it was).

while outwardly unambitious and accommodating, she secretly wishes for peace with neighboring nations. she wishes that her nation were not so ruled by pride, and she wishes that her loved ones could choose personal happiness over duty. despite her amenable personality, she cannot accept (cannot tolerate) a present or future in which noble, kind souls should be fated to suffer.

orsterra teaches sofia that her soft-hearted wishes are meaningless if not backed by steel. though she was not chosen as queen upon her father's passing, she continues to believe in a possible future in which empathy and trust can prevail over suspicion and fear. she only needs to become strong enough to see her ideals through.

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last edit on Apr 20, 2021 4:10:04 GMT by ink
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this post is so old but i was saving some threads and i just realized this line was one of my favorites
The history books always made a bloody death seem so honorable, like the only form of piety that Cagliostro knew. But Sofia saw no glory in the butchering, the critical path of a well-intentioned sword. Whether she died for the glory of a brighter tomorrow, or she was slaughtered by mindless automations— what was the difference?