A noble trickster born of starlight and sorrow, Princess Azurath walks beside heroes with laughter and loyalty. Her jests mask fierce devotion, and her joy defies the darkness that once nearly claimed her sister.
- Date of Birth
- 1st of Coldeven 508 BDE
- Gender
- Female
- Eyes
- purple
- Hair
- purple
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Pale white
- Height
- 4'1
- Weight
- 100 lb
"If grief insists on sitting at the table, then I’ll pour it tea and teach it to dance.”
— Princess Azurath, to a weary soldier
Where courtiers weep and generals brood, Azurath laughs. Where grief threatens to choke, she twirls, weaving despair into theater and sorrow into song. She speaks in riddles, plays in mischief, and carries her crown not with solemn weight, but with radiant irreverence. To some, she is foolish. To others, untouchable.
But beneath her jests lies a scar carved deep: the memory of her sister’s death — a hero’s grave mistake, only undone by miracle and mercy. Though her sister lives again, Azurath never forgot the sting of loss brushing so near. It hardened her laughter into resolve.
She follows the heroes not by obligation, but by choice — not to repay a debt, but to protect what she nearly lost. Her mirth is no mask; it is her weapon, her shield, and her prayer.
And so she walks, a comet given human shape: mischievous, radiant, uncatchable. Wherever she goes, the road is never dull.



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