Name: Lady Ariane Prudence Lowth

Age: 24

Mother: Lady Elise Zansbar

Father: Lord Friczk Lowth

Siblings: Gabriel Jakob Lowth. ( Elder Brother of the age 28 and heir.)

Appearance: To glance upon her face, one would find themselves greeted with a youthful visage. Soft hair which mimics the color of first light's sunshine with undertones of ivory. Her hair reflects her father's lineage, and almost comically enough, the same sort of style. Long, falling down the blades of her delicate shoulders in ample waves that she laments over frequently. While she wears her hair down, she typically desires to keep the tresses pulled back away from her face as it is less to worry with when she is out doing what she does best.

With her hair down; those strands frame a pair of wide dark gray/blue orbs, which harbor long dark lashes often cast down, much as her vision, in a show of demure obeisance when she amoung the unfamiliar. Twin petals of dainty mauve form pouty tiers that are often curved in a semblance of a smirk. An enigmatic gesture that draws the eye, and reflects her soul in an odd display of emotion. Her nose is slender, coming to a small point, often referred to as button-like. Her cheekbones are softly rounded, her jawline coming to a lovely point giving her over all shape much like a heart. There is a warmth to her skin. A glowing honey hue.

The rest of her body is in prime condition, as years of her work has made sure of. There isn't an ounce of fat were it should not be. From her full bosom, to the tapering of her waist. Her hips flowing out, just a bit broader, bringing her measurements off kilter by a slight degree. Her legs are slender, and long since her height is that of 5'6.

Her attire is awkward at best. She has a few dresses in which she modified herself to better suit her needs for working in the fields. She enjoys the feel of silk and satin against her skin, but if she had her way she would be free from all clothing together. She is a lady of nobility by birth, but in her heart she is no better than anyone else, and she doesn't enjoy over-dressing at all. She would rather run barefoot in a field than sip wine with stuff-shirts. She doesn't seem to favor any one color over the next.  It isn't the color of the fabric that would make her more note worthy, but simply the way she wears the garment.


Personality: She is a respectful and kind woman when people deserve such attentions. She has little interest in manipulative people, or those who think that snobbery is a way of life. She is rather short and callous with them, which is not always the best thing to do as a woman of the Court.

She has an adoration for the life that she has. She had always felt the calling for nature, and all things involved with it. She thrives in her setting, which many people might scoff at. She has a penchant for animals, and is constantly doting over them. Regardless of the animal she seems to connect with it, including wildlife. She is skilled with healing of animals. Occasionally she will help out a person in need of medical attention, though she prefers the four-legged kind. She is wise in the ways of holistic medicines. Her plant knowledge is extensive thanks to the years of training her mother and father both put her through.

She aims to please and takes pleasure in return from such acts. Perhaps her greatest gift, and her swift path to damnation all rolled up into a single package. She is the type of girl that would do anything to make another happy, including putting herself, and her reputation at risk to a certain degree.

When she is in good company she is extremely social, and feels starved without a good conversation, and carefree bouts of laughter. Almost always in good spirits, and finds everything almost amusing, even tragedy. That's just her way of dealing with things. Always had been. During her youthful years she was a bit of a rebellious girl, running off in the middle of the night even if it was just to climb in the apple orchard, or ride one of the stallions in the stables. She has seemed to grow out of that, but occasionally she still feels the call of the wild so to speak.

She has a companion bird, a GyrFalcon that she lovingly calls Rusti. The bird is almost always with her regardless of the occasion. The bird came in her possession while she was just a hatchling. Ariane handfed the bird and raised her. As it was impossible to release her back to the wild Rusti has been trained to hunt. She is calm for a bird of prey, and very affectionate to people that she is comfortable with. It is not wise for a stranger to attempt to touch her without guidance from Ariane, or fingers could be cut, or the person could get an angry bird flying at their face.

Notes: Her family prior to her birth had been common born, though through service to the King it granted them station and land, thus she was born a noble. The first of the family born to title, though given her brother's age, he is heir, and she is fine with that.

She had taken place in Rosemont Pairings, and seemed to vanish quite quickly and rather mysteriously. Her father got sick with an ailment of the lung and she had to return home to see to his care. Now that her father has passed, she was sent back to Rosemont, only to find the weddings had taken place and they were moved on, so she too followed that path to enter the newest chapter in her life.