Euphiliette Listi’el

Euphiliette Listi’el, born in the dead of winter to Malion Listi’el and Mirathen Listi’el, was the youngest of four beautiful daughters. The Listi’el bloodline, carried by Lord Malion, had been renowned in the city of Evereska for generations: the family could trace (or at least claimed to be able to trace) their high elf heritage back to Correllon themself. With divine power shimmering in their blood, each member of the clan had always borne magnificent magical aptitude.

Each of Euphiliette’s sisters (named, oldest to youngest: Olalee, Daerona, and Ravalyn) were gifted in the art of sorcery. They could cast Prestidigitation in their sleep, and by the time they reached maturity, their power was unmatched by any of their contemporaries. Malion presumed Euphiliette would present the same talent—everybody in the Listi’el family had—but as she grew older, the family could tell Euphiliette was different. Compared to her long, lithe sisters, Euphiliette was of a shorter, stockier build. She appeared to age quicker than they, and her eyes—a lovely, cool blue when she was a baby—faded into a ruddy brown.

The truth behind Euphiliette’s peculiarities was obvious to anyone who looked at her: she was a half-elf. Her mother, Mirathen, denied any wrongdoing (not that anyone dared accuse her), but royal attendants had their theories. After all, the Lady was seen acting very smitten with a human Harper in the months before Euphiliette’s birth, but surely it was a coincidence.

Whether Malion knew about the affair and was attempting to hide it or whether he was in deep, deep denial would be debated in servants’ quarters for years to come. He provided Euphy with the same magical tutors offered to her sisters, yet still, Euphy could not manage the most minor of illusions. He hired legendary wizards, wandering druids, and noble clerics, and still, Euphy showed no aptitude for magic. She was a disappointment, as he regularly told her. Her sisters, too, were quick to make fun of her struggles, as well as point out her apparent aging like milk.

Euphy recognized from a young age that she wasn’t like her sisters. She grew increasingly frustrated with their differences, as well as her lack of magical ability. Seeking some sort of recognition, Euphy trained herself in other areas: she learned to master Elvish weaponry and became skilled at holding her own in combat. Yet her father wasn’t impressed: “You were not born for the sword—you were born for the spell. Do not try to be something you are not.”

But Euphy wasn’t a sorcerer. She wasn’t a Listi’el. She told her father as much: “Lies from an insolent child,” he replied.

She begged her mother for the truth: “There is nothing to say. You are our daughter. That is the truth,” she replied.

Her sisters treated her like an outsider, the servants treated her like a curiosity, and the cityfolk—well, she would not dare sink so low as to interact with commoners. With such a distant family, Euphy had no one other than herself to confide in. She took to spending long nights in the fields, training with swords and bows.

The anger she felt towards the unfairness of her situation grew and grew. She did not deserve this. She was royal: she deserved respect. She was powerful. Why could nobody see that? The frustration mounted inside of her, bubbling hot beneath her skin, until one day—it burst. With terrible rage, she plunged her sword into the ground, and a great pulse of flowers blossomed in the cracks of the dirt beneath her.

She had done it. She had wielded magic. But it was wild and untameable—and certainly nothing like the delicate beauty her family wove. It was uniquely Euphy’s, and with it, she was uniquely powerful. She didn’t need anyone else but herself.

Euphy had always planned to leave home when she came of age, which she—believing herself to be full-elf—was somewhere around one-hundred. She didn’t have that sort of time, though, and the awakening of her powers was enough to inspire her to venture beyond the misty city. At age twenty-four, Euphy packed up her most prized possessions and fled into the night, a runaway bastard princess against the world.

Values + Goals

Power & Proof. Euphilette yearns to become stronger than anyone else in her family, and she is willing to go to great lengths to achieve it. She doesn’t care much for knowledge about her condition—in fact, she’s rather in denial about it, and she chooses to believe that the powers are her own manifestation rather than bestowed by blood (or the Feywild, or wherever else she might have picked them up). However, if it will help her achieve greater power, she could be made to see the truth.

Riches. Euphy has had a lavish lifestyle for most of her life, and her recent months on the road have proven hard on her. She will always value a soft bed, clean clothes, and glittering jewels above all else.

Vengeance. Not only does Euphy want to prove her power to her family, she wants to do so vengefully. Someday, she dreams of returning to Evereska invincible and demanding not only respect from the Listi’el family, but their power and their riches. She wants to rule not just the family, but Evereska itself. And theoretically, why would she have to stop there? All she really wants is the world.

Personality

Euphiliette is a spoiled little princess. She is haughty, rude, and thinks that she’s better than everyone she meets. Doesn’t matter who they are—she’s better than them. That isn’t to say that she’s impolite—she’s been trained in courtly etiquette, after all—but even if she’s smiling and complimenting someone, she more than likely thinks of them as no better than a bug to be crushed beneath her heel.

She firmly believes her family wronged her, and she demands that everyone she meets make up for it. She demands respect and will get huffy if someone so much as implies that she’s not amazing, wonderful, royal, and beautiful. She has a major complex. Which one? All of them. She hates being made to feel inferior, and she lashes out with rage and emotion when she doesn’t get her way.

Euphy is exceptionally vain. She cares a lot about her appearance, and she’ll pause in the middle of battle to fix her hair. Seeking a return to her previous lifestyle, she’ll always be motivated by a shiny trinket. She also falls easy victim to compliments and flirtations, provided that the person in question is respectful of her pedigree—and beautiful to boot. Even though she was taught by the most brilliant of tutors, Euphy lacks a lot of practical life and survival skills, as she’s used to having manservants to do all the hard work for her.

Euphy would not consider herself evil. She has a strong self-interest, and she’s unlikely to want to liberate anyone from servitude or what have you, but she doesn’t go out of her way to kill people. Not unless they’re rude to her, that is. It’s possible that she could learn to be good, and that she should value herself and not care what her family thinks about her… but really, what are the chances of that?

Euphy is five-foot even, with long, curly blonde hair and brown eyes. Elves think she looks ancient for a human, humans think she looks a little younger than she is. She wears dark red eyeshadow, red lipstick, and blush. She can usually be found in a frilly, ruffley red dress that is frequently torn in combat (yet always manages to mend itself). She wears a large red bow on the back of her head that seems a little bit bigger every time you look at it. Her charm point is a prominent mole below her left eye.