|Firenza, aged 4|
|Imperial Princess of Gateway|
|Princess||5 August 501 – present|
|Full Name||Firenza Philomena Rowan Aileana Caprios|
|Titles and Styles||Her Royal Highness, Princess Firenza of Gateway|
|Father||Emperor Rourke Caprios (Deceased)|
|Mother||Empress Philomena Caprios (Deceased)|
|Born|| August 5 501|
|Hair||Dark Dark Brown|
Firenza Caprios, Imperial Princess
The youngest princess of the group made her appearance, arriving at precisely 5:00 a.m. on August 5, 501 A.G. A few tense moments later, the tiniest of the three filled her lungs and let loose with a squall that rivaled her larger siblings. A few maids giggled something about melodramatics for this little namesake, amidst a few laughs, the name is announced Princess Firenza Philomena Rowan Aileana Caprios.
Born the last of the Imperial Triplets, Firenza is quickly growing up to be a thoughtful, sweet and care giving little girl. Unlike the woman she was named after, Princess Fire tends to be quiet and almost bashful in social situations.
On October 21, 505 A.G., it was announced in Open Council that the littlest Princess was betrothed to Dorian Claremont, the once spare heir and now Duke to the Isle of Draught. Given that the Princess is a decade younger than the just turning teenage Marquis, the marriage was going to wait quite a while. As Dorian aged, political necessity apparently dictated that he marry and provide an heir sooner than Firenza would be able to do so, and that betrothal was broken only to have another marriage arranged for her. On February 26, 509, her betrothal to Marquis Sheriden Ashlan of Green Fields was proclaimed.
Firenza Caprios, affectionately and somewhat ironically known as 'Fire', has done a lot of growing up over night since the Great Schism rocked the Empire; but it notable enough to say that the death of her father was the straw that broke that mule's back.
Still generally regarded as a charming, thoughtful girl, she has become increasingly more serious and quiet, losing some of the dazzling joyousness and outgoing gleam that was so easily found in the tiny princess. Still deeply concerned with the well-being of those around her and what she can do to help them, there is a more serious and dutiful aura to the things she does, as opposed to the unbridled joy that was there, previously.
Still quick to smile and not difficult to catch in a moment of happiness or girlish glee, those moments are simply much quicker to vanish and do not dally nearly as long as they did, previously. She also takes some of the remarkable fury that comes from her nickname and seems to apply it on rare occasions where she may have avoided the situation entirely, previously.
While Firenza is learning many different aspects of life to love, from birth she has had an extreme fondness for dogs and is thought to take after her uncle Phineas as a dog whisperer.
|Before 508 A.G.|
Generally regarded as a charming, sweet girl, Firenza's endearing nature shined through in everything she does. Often putting great thought and consideration into things, focusing on the people around her, even a handful of crumpled daisies can be charming in their own way when gifted from the little princess. With a light touch, bashfully girlish nature and an undying love for any number of things, Fire was difficult to anger, though her frustration was quickly invoked by some of her more rambunctious, rough housing cousins (See: Cedric), going as far as to announce that if a monster was going to eat someone, they should eat him.
Constantly asking questions or observing what other people are doing and mimicking them, she was both impressionable and naive of how things work, often seeking out answers to impossible questions like "How do I make everyone happy?" or "Why are mean people mean?" Firenza fixated on a couple of different 'causes'. Her first notable quest was delivering picked flowers to family members in an attempt to cheer them up, which was a rousing success in her opinion. It was only afterward that she began to note how lonely she was between her studies, with her elder brother often occupied in his studies, elder sister dead and younger brother just not much fun, yet, she embarked on her longest quest to date: to find friends. (See: Order of the Octopus)
When it comes to family, Firenza's affection ran very deep behind the line of propriety that was drawn between them (some more severely than others). From her tendency to run giggling into her various uncles' arms and being toted around on shoulders to the quiet, adoring smiles to her parents, there was a vast spectrum of affection that Fire was versed in. Without comparison, the Princess' adoration was unyielding when it came to her father, who she openly called 'Daddy' or 'Daddy Majesty'. In her eyes, the Emperor could do no wrong, even when firm or distant. Even though her father holds that position of absoluteness in her heart, Firenza was nothing but loving of her mother and insisted on mimicking her mother's clothing on occasion, wanting to model herself after the type of woman she was.
Jordan was another source of constant pride and doting, while Fire may have more of an adventurous streak in her somewhere, as a young girl she was constantly trying to look after the crown prince and became extremely distraught when he became upset and fiendishly protective if anyone got him in trouble somehow, always finding a way to make Jordan's faults someone else's. Something peculiar happened after the death of the third to their trio; for long after a year after her sister's death, Fire seemed to completely ignore what had happened and refused to accept it. Still freely talking about her sister, including her in games and stories. This became more distressing when she began tearing up rooms and destroying things, then tearfully pleading that Meg had done it; a habit she suddenly stopped one day.
Order of the Octopus
Having been graced with an imaginative and intrigued little mind, Firenza's various adventures and thoughtful meanderings has been summed up in a strange little experiment known as the 'Order of the Octopus', partially inspired by the events surrounding her during the Spring Festival in Seal Cove, 507 A.G. in collaboration with conversations and happenings with Baroness Ysora Kilgannon and Lord Guidhael Fiedach.
Just what this peculiar little 'club' is, who can say for absolutely certain, but Fire was very excited about it for a long time and still watches after its growth and prosperity.
The recent amendments included:
- The word 'play' in the first mission has been replaced by 'confer'.
- The addition of a new mission:
- To create a socially acceptable circle for the next generation of leaders and those of influential backing.
- "Learn about all the things we get told in our lessons and share it" has been replaced by "create a forum of open communication and thought."
"I got a dragon for Tommy and a bear for the Monster and Baroness got octopuses and I gave Gidhil the Monster the bear and now he wont eat me or Asha or Tommy or Jordan or Meg or Paiva or Parlan or Paley or Sheridan or Ivy or Figgy or Caed or Ainsley or Jilly or Jobey or Philly or Chandra, But he can eat Cedric, because I said so."
The high-tension words passed from not just the Baroness, but the Knight as well, has Fire shrinking a little into the man's shoulder. Her eyes blink-blink-blinking from that realm. She knows that sound. Bad words and all. Silent and small, as the Knight turns away to walk right back out of the room, Fire's eyes roll over the couch. Just as they exit, her voice is as clear a bell, "She was /naked/!" Click, the door shuts. "She was /naked/!" Comes the insistent sound of the spritely girl who just gleefully ran into the other room. Into the atrium comes the black-garbed Princess once more, carried in the crook of the Knight's arm now as she stares, wide eyed at him. "Why was she naked? Did someone steal her dress? There were people there, did /they/ /steal/ her dress?"