User Profile

Name: Leana
Age: 15 16 17 18
Birthdate: June 23 [609 AR] [Cancer]
Class: sister -> high priestess
Country: Megam [Currently/Chelnao]
Family: Tomas [father], Carlotta [mother], Hilary [half-sister], Cameron, Alastair [half-brothers]
Languages: Trade, Megam, High Megam [fluent]; Old Megam [decent]; Old High Megam [fair]
Weapon proficiency: Staves [B]
Blood Type: AB

Little Leana is the youngest child of Lord Tomas, and the daughter of his second wife, Lady Carlotta. Naturally as a child, she was given very little attention by her father, and was looked down upon by her older siblings, though the most trouble was given to her by her half-brother Alastair, who went out of his way to show his disdain for his stepmother and half-sister.

All throughout her childhood life she was groomed to be meek, mild, and courteous, no matter how many glares, how many sneers she had to endure from her older brother. Leana learned long ago that she would not be able to act out in the manner that he has, rejecting all that met with her displeasure. She learned by closing her hands so tightly into fists that her palms nearly bled, hiding in her room when fits of emotion would grasp her and would not let go, scribbling for hours in notebooks, not even words, but pages upon pages of doodles that would sum up the basis of her mood even moreso than tantrums could.

Most importantly, she could never reveal frustration, never reveal longing, never openly be jealous of everything that Hilary was prepared for. And who would want a life like that, being groomed only to be the wife of some rich man? Surely there would be something better for her. Surely father would notice her, there in her sister's shadow. Though Lord Tomas barely registered Alastair; why, why would it be any different from his wife's daughter? She learned long ago that he didn't care for her sweet smiles, or her drawings. If she remained out of the way and took to her studies like a noblewoman should, then perhaps that was enough.

All that while she waited for what surely would be her turn. Her turn to be useful, her turn for her father's attentions, her turn for glory. Her mother waited patiently with her, always instructing her on how to act, and when. The servants loved her; why, patient little Leana, always helpful, a quiet listener, to all the rumors, to all the talk, surely she could keep secrets, too; say nothing as they brushed her hair and bemoaned their woes. It only took the right suggestion, and soon it was not very hard to learn what everyone was thinking, what they were really saying. It all became a way to pass the time, a way of life. She was still such a little girl.

Eventually, Leana learned the truth: her father never would see her until he had a use for her.

One day, a use came.

Shortly after her older brother, Cameryn, gave up his birth right to join the holy guard, her father had finally caught a glimpse of the opportunity that lay with his remaining daughter. While the plan may have been to simply find the right match for her once she came of age, what better prestige for an honorable family such as House Fairen but to have a child sent to the clergy?

It wasn't very long before Leana found herself saying goodbye to her mother, goodbye to her father, and Alastair, cruel Alastair, and far away from home in a convent. She accepted it all with grace, on the surface; when she got to her room, the very first thing she did was destroy it. Once the fit was over, she smiled, and slowly set to work cleaning it all up, putting everything back into place, neatly, as if it had never happened. She knew what she needed to do.

Sister Leana would not disappear into this convent for the rest of her life. She would rise above it, and beyond, and has her sights set on becoming a Guardian of the Altar. Not even her father would expect her to rise that high, if he even remembered that he had sent her away.

Anyone who has ever met Leana has regarded her as the sweetest, most pious girl that they know. She is soft-spoken and seems shy, yet if she did not possess charisma, she would not have been able to rise so far, so soon, in her convent. If she wants something done, she will not say it directly, but somehow her soft suggestions carry weight with the necessary people, whether or not they were even considering the idea in the first place.

She is very good at what she does; she cleans well, and without complaint; her smiles are soft and very present, and the other girls always choose her as an ear for them to talk to, and little rumor goes on without her having some vague knowledge about it. Those who speak unkindly of her often meet with some misfortune, though of course, Leana would never have anything to do with it.

Her ambition is quite unknown, even to those above her. She prefers to show her worth by her actions, rather than her words. Her actions speak very highly of her.

Leana's hair is long and dark, falling in soft waves to her elbows, usually fashioned with pretty bows of some kind. Her eyes are a sharp violet in shade; it is actually quite ironic how much she resembles her half-brother Alastair. She is small and slender, and speaks very softly when addressed.

Leana is played by greyangel for himitsu_sensou. Her pb is ... some random chick from Angel Dust!!! Who probably has a name.