Poppy Argrave

Name: Poppy Agrave
Age: Twenty eight
Height: Five foot eight
Weight: One hundred and fifty
Eye colour: Sanguine
Hair Colour: Black with purple undertones
Race: Crescent Elf
Homeland: Mistmoore
Capital: Azumari
Deity: Isyn: Goddess of Sea and Trade
Nobility Status: Baroness/Diplomat
Occupation: Warf Master/Merchant
Alliance: Mistmore Charter

Notable Markings:
♦ Feathered freckling around each apple of cheek and over nose, some on shoulders and hips. Not entirely pebbled.
♦ Along the upper right of ribs, runs a pale scar about four inches long.
♦ Binding of Isyn on right hand
Voice Claim: Erika Ishii

◊ Father: Sanson Agrave (third in line)
◊ Mother: Marigold Agrave
◊ Younger Sister: Lisianthus Agrave

Generally known to be usually laid back and level keel, the young elven woman is commonly forgotten as a being of a rather high nobility status. She tends to try and think about manners in a critical fashion, putting forth logic over anger. Though to assume that she is perfect and can keep her tongue civil would be a lie. Everyone has a point of pushing past patience and moving into straight ruffled anger. Not one to pull punches, Poppy overall is a tactical mind. And, she tends to like to extend such things through card games, typically poker.

♦ Sarcasm is an art, not a life: Whilst fully educated and can speak with a respectful manner; Poppy is rather known to be sardonic and snide.

♦ Not so much that she has a chip on her shoulder but she finds laughter to be a good ice breaker in any manner, even if it is laced with some snippy commentary.

♦ Does not like to sit and wait. More of a go getter attitude, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. Literally or figuratively. While she is considered royalty in a sense, she will roll in mud and rough it with the gruff sort.

♦ Not the largest fan of birds

Born the eldest of the esteemed third in line to the Mistmoore royalty, Poppy was to say a bit of a surprise. Not because of her birth but the reality that she was the first female born to the Agrave line in at least four decades. Their line was rich with male blood and a rather fortuitous family tree that was successful. One might have suggested they had been smiled upon by their Seafarer Deity for such luck; the surprise that she was the first female in some time certainly drew attention to the third in line.

For this reason it might be kindly implied to the tenacious will that coloured the young soul from the day she could form babbling sounds. Pigheaded might be a generous statement for some of her behaviours, there was not a day in singular construction that she did not challenge the means of everyday affairs. Sparing her mother and father no expense, suggesting she was prone to being more of a tomboy than a fair lady as Marigold may have wished. Etiquette lessons skipped for bouts of playing in dirt. Lady in waiting instructions ignored to sit in on her father’s private lectures of diplomacy. Pampering and preening was often decided as a chore rather than denoting focus into means of running the docks and watching ships pass into the open sea. Poppy was for the lack of a better word, a rogue child.
Even as she aged and her mother had that of Lisianthus to dote upon, Poppy took swiftly under the means of her father’s keen care and eye. When she was allowed too, she’d accompany him on trips across the ocean and conduct embassy and diplomatic means. Finding a keen enjoyment with both sailing and tactician flare.

By the age of twenty five, she had successfully inducted herself as a trader within the Mistmore Charter and only recently coming to take the title of Warf Master. Sadly putting her feet more on flat ground as she oversees the docks. What comes in, what goes out. Forecasts the means of goods and what is necessary for the crown to look into trading afar or near.

Her fate had only changed to meet a new need when the rise of their borders had begun to sour and war was licking at their heels. With so many males in their family and the first and of age woman, it was only bound to default that she was selected to take the mantle of becoming the goods in the means of building an alliance with a very unlikely candidate.