Valessa Forion

Born the third child and second daughter of Alequo Forion, a magister of Lys and one of his paramours. A clever girl, many were unable to escape her way with words and quick-witted mind.

Appearance and Character
The Lady of Bloodstone has locks of curly, raven black hair fragrant with sweetmint, falling in a cascade of curls on her shapely shoulders. Her face is very pale, triangular in shape with a slightly receded chin. Valessa's eyes are cold and sparkling with a remarkable emerald penetrating gaze. Those very eyes also concealed wisdom and imperiousness. Valessa’s nose is slightly long, mouth is pale with thin and slightly crooked, soft, and proud lips.

Valessa has pronounced cheekbones, natural, slightly irregular eyebrows trimmed by hand and emphasized with charcoal, long eyelashes, and petite hands. Even in high-heeled shoes she isn't tall, was beautiful but threatening, having incredibly thin and slender waist and slender legs. She dresses in racy gowns that reveals her pale skin and further complements her use of words. A black band is usually around her neck, a ruby in the shape of a drop pressed tightly to her throat.

She is aware of what her words may do to people and uses that ability to her advantage. She is somewhat spoiled  in that regard, and will pout if things do not go her way. She micromanages and keeps Bloodstone in perfect order, especially when Vyrmidion is not around and she may flex whatever authority she thinks she possesses.

Valessa is very possessive and protective of Vyrmidon, especially so after he and Stormsong bonded. She only has him in mind when she plays her game of words and thus, feels shame when things do not go her way.

Biography
From a young age, Valessa crafted her words in such a way that others would consider poetry. Perhaps it was the fluid and elegant language of Lys, accompanied by words that seemed to caress and love each other, the girl would soon know that it was not just swords that men bowed to. Valessa spoke in a way that made her subject feel as if they were the only person around, that they could tell Vale whatever they wanted

She scribed for her father when she was a teenager, sending letters and writing stories of his glorious ‘reign’ as a Magister. In the business of textiles and jewels, he thought he had many accomplishments to boast. That is, until pirates had captured one of his trading vessels and his heir aboard. Seeking out the Lost Legion, he promised to pay a pretty sum for the return of his ship and his heir. Luckily, it was easy for the Legion to pinpoint where the bandits had taken the stolen goods. After about a week of waiting, the goods returned and Akmenos was delivered with only a few cuts and bruises. Ecstatic, Alequo offered the Legion gold and jewels. To the Legionary who delivered his son, he offered a choice of one of his daughters. Aleksandai Forion was as beautiful as her sister, though was more poised and gracious. She was a perfect lady and unfortunately, it did not appeal to this legionary. Her sister though, the raven-haired beauty with a sharp emerald gaze, _did_ interest him. Her words were sharp as she complained to her father about giving her away like some donkey to a pirate. He liked her spark.

From there, she was given a small apartment by the docks of Lys, with a bay window wide enough to see the return of this stranger her plucked her from her life. He would return every so often when in port to Lys, bringing her small trinkets along the way. Trinkets that she has kept until this day. Their relationship was a strange one: they would fight like enemies, kiss like lovers and act like a family until it was time to set off again. While she waited to see Lost Legion, she became a poet. She did the odd job for her father and his friends in high places, weaving words to set laws, to further positions and to woo others.

In 433AC, it seemed her life changed forever. First it was the screaming and panic of a dragon over Lys. She feared for the worst, that her companion would come back and she would be gone. She hid in the corner of her home with her eyes shut and a panic-stricken heart. That is, until the sound of boot falls were clearing the steps to her home. In walked that stranger, covers in ash and grinning. He said he had a surprise for her and to pack all of her things. She would be moving, he claimed, to their new home.

But away from the docks they went. Away from the ships and the stables and all of the transportation out of Lys. Into a field far outside of the city. There, basking in the sun, was a dragon of charcoal and deep blue. And in a manner that was not like Valessa...she fainted. She woke to a laughing Vyrmidon, fanning her while leaning up against the fantastic beast. Of course, Vyrmidon received the tongue lashing of his life. And for years to come.

Settling on Bloodstone took ease for Valessa. While Vyrmidon did what he must, as a new lord and dragonrider, Vale focused on maintaining Titansreach as well as Harbinger Sound. Becoming close to the people that called her new island home was fairly easy, especially with the way Valessa conducted herself. It was not before long that birds flocked to her ears, telling her of all the things going on. Normally, she would take care of problems herself to leave Vrymidon to his pleasures, but every once in a while the Dragon must stretch its wings.

She also spent time in Vyrmidon’s predecessor's library. Valessa loved to learn, something she picked up while scribing for her father. For moons she was surrounded by books embossed with dragons, learning more and more about Vyrmidon and his dragon as well as dragons in general. She would never risk herself in trying to tame a dragon, but she wished to know what exactly one must go through to bond with one. She also kept notes of the pair's relationship and the mannerisms regarding Stormsong. It also showed what Vyrmidon had to do and thus made her very anxious for the Lord of Bloodstone and his pursuits.

Family Tree
Father: Alequo Forion

Mother: Alysanne the Pale

Brother: Akmenos Forion

Sister: Aleksandai Forion

Household
Axel Sathera - personal guard.

Mouth - Prized Slave.