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Name: Eleanor of King's Reach (who is now Katherine of Blackwater's cousin.)

Age: 25


Birthplace: her home fief


Position: Noblewoman/ chief healer


Appearance: Eleanor isn’t especially pretty, but she applies makeup in stragetic places so that she appears vaguely so. Her hair is naturally a light brunette, but she does the lemon juice treatment on it, to lighten to to a honey blonde – wavy and long, often tied up behind her head for practical reasons. Her face is rounded, but not necessarily round, somewhere between oval to heartshaped, with no angles. Her eyes are some undefinable light color. Eleanor is tall, and not especially thin, but neither is she fat – somewhere around the average for a woman of 25. She has a long fleshy burn mark on the inside of her right arm, when she spilled the hot water she was cleaning bandages in, a legacy from her early healing days.



History: Eleanor is from a moderately wealthy family of the new nobility, who believed that women should get their respect by excelling in their trade, not by whom they married. And so, from a young age, Eleanor was trained in the use of her healing gift, so that she would be prepared for the university when she was ten. Unfortunately, however, things don’t always turn out as we like, and in Eleanor’s case, it was the way she was born. The university refused her, their reason being Eleanor’s gift wasn’t strong enough that there would be any point in continuing her training – in other words, she’d learned all she could. Eleanor’s parents were crushed, and so was she, for a while, but, being resourceful people they came up with a new plan. When she was fourteen, they would apprentice her to the healers in Corus, where she could get practical knowledge that wasn’t possible in her fief’s small town. Corus being an exciting place with lots of opportunities, she would certainly find something else to go into, if the palace infirmary wasn’t for her.

Luckily, it was. Although her first days were hard, Eleanor managed to fall in love with her job, realizing that she really, really enjoyed helping people. Her gift has never been particularly strong, and never will be, but she has learned to optimize it as much as possible. Her superiors recognized her practicality and eye for detail, and soon enough she was supervising night shifts. A couple years ago, she found herself at the top of the heap – the head palace healer. She accepted the position readily, but realizes that is can only be attributed to her administration skills, certainly not her gift. Her parents, who she has little time to visit nowadays, are fiercely proud of her, and happily inform all visiting nobles, who are, unfortunately, less than impressed. It is, after all, still medieval times.

Eleanor has never married, an anomaly at 25, and hasn’t been involved in very many relationships. Truth is, most men can’t take a woman who’s done more in her short lifetime than they would ever think, and besides, she doesn’t have the time to chase them all over the countryside. No, Eleanor has much better things to do. Sometimes, she wonders wistfully what it would be like had she gone to a convent like most ladies, but its mostly fleeting. But Eleanor’s reached a turning point in her life, of a type, and as she reads letters from her old friends about their fourth child (“the most beautiful baby girl with large light green eyes”), she wonders if she and her parents were wrong, after all.



Personality: Eleanor is a practical person with a weakness for pretty things. She has to control herself, in fact, not to splurge her weeks earnings on a new, fashionable-looking pair of boots, knowing they’ll probably just get destroyed at work, anyway. Nevertheless, her closet contains more necklaces, ribbons, and fancy slippers than her purely pracitcal self thinks it should. The infirmary is proof of this, as, ever since she took over, it’s enjoyed several new coats of paint, not to mention the addition of various paintings and knicknacks, some of which are her own, she being an amateur painter in her own right.

Eleanor is one of those people who would have been perfectly happy to do the typical noblewoman thing, had her parents supported it, as she is a girly girl at heart. She doesn’t want to get old at the infirmary, she wants to spend her the next part of her life doing something else, but she’s too busy to worry about it right now. She used to have several girl friends in the palace, but they’ve mostly gotten married and moved off to their husbands fiefs, although they still right. Yes, Eleanor’s a wee bit lonely. And so she immerses herself into her job, as she’s realized that’s usually the best thing.