N A M E | Iléana Evreux
H O M E W O R L D | Illyria - Verger de la Santé
F A C T I O N | Independent
S P E C I E S | Human
A G E | Mid-Twenties
H E I G H T | 5ft 2in
W E I G H T | 118lbs
H A I R | Chestnut Brown with Blonde Highlights
E Y E S | Caramel Brown
S K I N T O N E | Milk White
F O R C E - A B L E | Confirmed
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B I O G R A P H YDear Diary...
This feels ridiculous.
Is there a grown woman alive in this day and age who still keeps a diary? Never mind a handwritten one? I can't fathom it, nor why I, in particular, have been assigned to this task. Yet here we are. I suppose I should start with a little bit about myself and why I'm writing this.
My name is Iléana Evreux. I was born on Illyria as the last daughter of Maxime and Anaïs Evreux, Lord and Lady of Verger de la Santé. My family control the monopoly of metal production and trade on Illyria, with a small share of Winter Oak trees where our border meets with Viscount Raphael's. With everything I could ask for at my fingertips, my childhood was rather uneventful. My parents poured their heart and soul into raising my elder siblings to one day take over the family business and keep the name of Evreux in high regard amongst Illyrian society. As the last daughter, my future was far less cemented than those of my elder brother and sister. While I learned what was necessary to function amongst Illyrian nobility, they learned what was necessary to live it. It afforded me freedoms my siblings could have only dreamed about. As they were moulded and shaped by everything it meant to be an Illyrian noble, I spent my time in the orchards of Winter Oaks.
I was raised by the harvesters, the arborists, the healers, the tree surgeons, the lumberjacks, and the traders that tended them. Anyone I could find who passed through the fields with the time to teach me what they knew. I grew competent in things my siblings could never have begun to understand. When required I was still the perfect Lady everyone expected me to be, but away from the pomp and circumstance, I found myself truly blossoming. I found joy in learning about the properties of the Winter Oak tree, and even more joy in putting them to use around the orchards that surrounded both our and Viscount Raphael's lands. By the time I came of age, my prowess in healing was well known amongst the citizens of Verger de la Santé. Though my parents tried their best to put an end to it, stating it an unbecoming profession for a woman of my standing, I became the unofficial doctor of the state.
Ironically, it was this and not my sibling's prowess in business, that caught the eye of the Illyrian monarchy. At the time I had considered this new queen a blessing, but at the time I was naive to the present. Her ideals aligned with mine and she too shared a passion for healing. It made the profession a respectable one. At least, it did in my eyes. With the introduction of a new health care initiative and the creation of a new hospital on Illyria, the King and Queen had set their sights on finding Illyrians with promising prospects in the field of health. I did not expect to be chosen for the scholarship when I applied for it, it was wishful thinking. I expected it to go to someone less fortunate than I had been. It wasn't as though my parents could not afford to pay for school. They very much could, but I feared that they would not only refuse to but deny me permission to apply all together. The scholarship seemed like the perfect option, and I was just as surprised as they were when I received the acceptance letter.
That was almost several years ago now. I completed my degree a few months ago and took up a job in Purple Heart Medical providing health care to the capital. I had every intention of returning home to help create a hospital in Verger de la Santé as soon as I had saved the funds. But, life has a rather funny way of sweeping everything from under your feet when you least expect it. My work had caught the eye of the Queen of Illyria, who asked me to attend an audience when I had found the spare time. In hindsight, I should have waited. I should have put it off for as long as was deemed respectable to make a Queen wait. It's not as if I'm not grateful. I really am, but I can't help but feel slightly disappointed. My dream has been placed on the sidelines.
Doctor Evreux to Ambassador Evreux in the space of a heartbeat.
She gave me this title, this diary, and a task. To represent Illyria. I doubt I will ever find out why she chose me above all others, but there is no use in questioning it now. If I wanted to question it I should have done it when she first requested it. Not when I was already halfway to my destination. Sometimes I do find myself wondering why I didn't, but I am quickly reminded that there's no use in tormenting myself with questions like that. Perhaps I will find another purpose on Serenno apart from my duties as Ambassador. Something that brings me as much joy as healing does, but I somehow doubt that too. I felt I knew my path before today, but ever since I met with the Queen it has been lost in a sea of confusion.
Everything feels out of my control...
I feel so strange. Empty, almost. Like nothing I say or do is my own. My mind feels as though it is covered in a blanket of thick, unshiftable fog. Somewhere deep down, I have a vain hope that this is all a dream, and one day I'll wake with only a faded memory of everything that has happened since leaving Illyria. But even that is drowned out, by what I can only call a voice because I have no better name for it, that doesn't want me to think like that. I don't feel safe in my own head anymore. The little light of hope I harbour continues to be drowned by it the further I travel from my home, and I wonder if this is it. If I will ever be the person I left behind amongst the glowing leaves of the Winter Oaks again...
The only thing I know for certain right now is that I have to find a better way to start these pages than with dear diary. It does rather make me feel like a child.
Signed - Iléana Evreux -
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D I A L E C T S
High Illyrian [Fluent] [Native]
Common Illyrian [Fluent]
Galactic Basic [Fluent]
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Maxime Evreux [Father]
Adelyn Evreux [Mother]
Maël Evreux [Brother]
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S T R E N G T H S
H E A L I N G - H A N D S | Having grown up amongst the orchards of Winter Oaks, and amongst the healers and arborists that came to tend to them, Iléana had access to a wealth of knowledge and skill in the art of healing. She took this skill with her into adulthood and fine-tuned it during her training in Illyria's most respected hospital.
T R A D I T I O N A L I S T | Throughout Illyrian history, the family Evreux have been responsible for the construction and distribution of weapons for the Illyrian military and general trade. This honour developed into a shared interest in how they were put to use, which over time became a staunch tradition of passing down the art of combat through their children. The Evreux teachings, contained in a collection of books known as "The Choreographies", include instructions on all manner of ranged and handheld weapons. In more recent years with the addition of a force-sensitive king, lightsabers have been included. Iléana was no exception to the rule, even despite her affinity toward healing, and is no stranger to the field of battle.
W E L L - R E A D | Inheritance, or lack thereof, would not have permitted Lord and Lady Evreux to allow their children to grow up without an education. Iléana is as everyone would expect a noble daughter to be. Well-read, well-spoken, and well-mannered.
C H A R M E R | Though she will not readily admit it herself, Iléana is a deeply kind and trusting soul with a natural ability to charm. This trait makes her perfect for her chosen field, and those who come across her often remark on how safe and special they felt when in her presence. -
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U N A W A R E | Though she is force sensitive, and both she had her family are well aware of the fact, Iléana is the only one in house Evreux to be so since her great-great-great-grandfather. Nobody, including Iléana herself, had any desire to hone the skill whatsoever. Therefore, although she is still in possession of some of the natural instincts of a force-user, she cannot wield it in any capacity.
T W O - O F - A - K I N D | Iléana is the youngest in her family, born after a set of twins that her parents could not help but favour. In some ways this was beneficial to her, it gave her freedom that most noble children of her age would not ever see, but it did leave her with an inferiority complex. Although she is a perfectionist, she feels as though nothing she ever does is good enough, which often means over-compensating in both work and social situations to make up for her presumed failures.
T R U S T I N G | Growing up in such a sheltered world, Iléana was never party to the dangers of life beyond the borders of Verger de la Santé, or indeed to any dangers at all. You need only say hello to earn her trust. This kind and unbiased nature is deemed to be one of her best qualities in the field of medicine, but in real life, it is one of the things that places her in the most danger.
B O U N D | Since her departure from Illyria, a drastic change has occurred in Iléana's life. She does not belong to herself. Nothing she says, or does, or thinks is an action of her own creation. Iléana has no idea and continues to live her life as though she has any free will at all and her decisions were ones that she had made, but that could not be further from the truth. -
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