elle fanning. cis woman . she/her . wasn’t that daciana funar walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the lady of house funar out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously cruel , whilst also managing to be quite charming. the twenty four year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( salvator ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the lightning-struck tower; golden girl with a god complex; violence begets violence, and you are nothing more than the product of your own creation.
ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Name: Daciana Funar
Nickname: Daci, Dacia
Birthday: February 27
Place of Birth: Brailya Castle
Notable Family Members: Regulus Funar ( father ); Althaea Funar ( mother )
PHYSICAL:
Faceclaim: Elle Fanning
Height: 5’7
Build: slim
Hair Color: golden blonde
Eye Color: blue
Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: twisting her rings, eyes suddenly losing focus, avoiding corners, running when things get messy
PERSONALITY:
Scent: Vanilla & spice; peonies, lavender
Clothing Style: the very latest fashions, quite expensive, she wears rich tones and pastels best
You enter the world screaming, born upon blood and lightning. The much anticipated first born child for the ruling lord - your arrival is heavy with expectation and delight. This is a barren land, and you come too bright and bold - nearly killing your mother in the very moments you take your first breath. Both mother and daughter survive the birth - but your father decides there will be no more after you.
Heavy is the head that bears the burden of expectation and legacy - and you are just a girl; until you’re not. You know of the Divine, everyone does. But it's not until you watch a serving boy slip and fall in a storm that they realize you possess the gift of healing. It's terrifying and gory and by the old gods do you hate the sound of bones knitting back together and skin sewing itself whole. What cruel twist of fate would gift such a weak stomached girl with the gift of healing?
It doesn't matter, because you are the golden girl, the promise of Brailya and the future of the House of Funar. This you know, this your father has instilled in you since you were old enough to understand. Your gift is secondary, a slight complication in the pretty little life that you’ve crafted for yourself. You push through the disgust, focusing on the power this offers.
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" the king seems upset, which is understandable considering the damages done- " the master of coin is perhaps more worried about the expenses to rebuild the academy than the masses of wounded, but then again that is who he has always been. " i recommend we put the taxes from the common people up, we do after all need the divine. " he's calculated, principal and believes in the best of valanya. however, something worries even the funar ruling lord. his child was supposed to attend to micrea, thankfully they weren't present but back in brailya. " we need to find the cause of the fire, do you not agree ? "
Her father is in his chambers when she arrives in a flurry of skirts and golden curls. Daciana’s had the very good fortune to have gone home for her birthday the previous week, and thus not been at school when it so tragically burnt to the ground. Given that she’s never been all that interested in school or nurturing her apparent gift, she’s really not all that bothered. Her father is upset, and clearly the king is, according to the conversation she walks in on.
“Father!” Daciana rushes forward, completely ignoring his guest, and wraps her arms around his waist, looking utterly distraught. “Oh! It's so terrible, are you alright? I am so upset, I could have been burnt or killed or worse!”
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