Francesca

Pale and smooth as the finest imported ivory, this woman carries herself with utter self-assurance. She is poised like an elegant serpent, observing the world around her with careful, calculating precision; her eyes, the deepest shade of brown before being black, miss very little. Loose curls of dark ebony trail have their length and volume obscured often by the fashionable Thasen hair coverings of the moment.

For most of Francesca's life, her family has not been in the highest seat of power within the Grand Republic. Of course, this did not mean she experienced much in the way of hardship, given her hereditary status, but even from a young age, there was an urge for her to do more and to be more.

This yearning, however, is diametrically opposed to the views most of her family holds. Where they would wish to laze about and make vague promises for election results, Francesca wishes to *fulfill* those oaths made to secure her heritage and name at the top of Thasen politics.

Oftentimes, she feels as though she has outgrown the -- what she calls -- 'antiquated' modality of her senior family members. Though she knows that bland stability matched with the general promises of do-nothingness won them their recent supremacy, there is nothing about it that inspires her. She has utilized her tutelage and training from her youth to, with ease, demand the respect and attention of those around her whether it be through trade or diplomatic dealings.

Cool in demeanor, Francesca is a woman of few words. She observes and weighs every option before deciding on a best course of action.

Composed and careful, Francesca is well-known for her ability to delegate and cut a good deal.