Name:Alecto, the Knight of Sin
Age: Over a century old.
Role&Kingdom:Black Knight, currently posing as stable hand in Hiertania
Skill and/or Weapon: Alecto's abilities are but pale shades of what her parents had, but the fact she can combine both of them is what makes her outstanding. While not the best sword of a kingdom, Alecto is good at fighting in armor and with knightly weapons, and can keep at bay all but the most outstanding fighters, thanks to a rigorous training. And although her skills with the arcane are but a fraction of what her mother, the Witch of the Black Woods is capable of, Alecto nevertheless is skilled in divination, enchanting and cursing, herbalism (she even knows the recipe of the youth potion) and she even has tried to conjure the elements for her aid. However, she is unable to manipulate the weather, reanimate the dead or summon spirits. She is also somewhat apt at passing herself as a commoner beneath notice, thanks to a basic knowledge of chores.
Personality: Alecto is a person consumed in loathing and rage. She is disappointed and disgusted with the world at large. She also despises herself and her own accursed existence, and yet at the same time, she considers herself the center of her particular universe. A comprehensive nihilist with occasional suicidal tendences, Alecto has always starved for affection her entire life. She wishes to be something important, the center of attention of something, but it doesn't matter what. She just wants to leave a legacy in the world by exerting petty revenges by proxy to what she considers the most despised existence, her own mother Lucrecia.

Alecto has a soft spot for people considered expendable and resent their own fates for it, and she loves to whisper in their ear and act as their sycophant as they keep descending further and further in their own ambitions. Deep down, she is also jealous of the status quo of her half relatives, and she wishes the Crown of Hiertania to crumble, so she can finally act as the older sister she think she deserves to be.

Biography:Long time ago, the Witch of the Black Wood, Lucrecia, was besieged by a mob who threatened to kill her. Not wanting to abuse her magic on the ignorant plebeians out of moral concern, she offered carnal pleasure to a wandering black knight mercenary who was passing by. In return for her lust and affection, the Knight drove off the mob and the Witch retained her home.

However, there were unintended consequences. Alecto was conceived and born of such an union. At first, the child brought no small joy to Lucrecia, that welcomed, perhaps, that she would have someone to pass on her legacy, just as her mother had done before her. However, as time passed by, the young Alecto grew sick of her small world, and desired to meet her father. Lucrecia was reluctant, but she eventually conceded.

Her father wasn't all what she thought to be. He despised magic, and had no paternal love for the teenager witch, but he nevertheless craved for her own arcane power, and as such emotionally exploited the youth to the most. In order to increase her survivality at his side, he trained her in the ways of the sword, and before she became twenty, blood of men had already stained her sword countless times.

However, it was to be expected that her father would perish before her, and that her magic prowess brought the wrong kind of attention. In his last throes, the man spat the truth to Alecto full of resent, and died cursing the existence of the young witch. That broke Alecto inside, and her mind was stained with resent and rage. She sought to ravage the world, plunder everything and make the lands burn just to stave off the deep sorrow she felt.

For a time, this was the case, as she reinvented herself as the Knight of Sin, a dangerous brigand that pillaged several kingdoms alongside a band of marauders. Yet, when words of her mother's engagement to a prince came to her ears, Alecto plotted another kind of revenge. Her mother was now vulnerable, as she had loved ones. She, who had never come to her rescue would see how the royal family fall in disgrace. And perhaps, even perhaps, die at her sword for giving birth to her.

She didn't really need to plot that much, the opportunity presented herself in the form of the ambitious second prince... she just needed to keep whispering in his ear.

Appearance: Alecto has seemed to have inherited her own mother's striking black raven hair and fine facial structure, although her eyes seem to be a different shade of brown. When she decides to reveal herself, she wears a dreadful black armor inscribed in protective runes, as well as a sword. She otherwise dresses like a servant.
Extra: Jelly Half sister.

Name: Ihana Ongelma
Age: 19
Role & Kingdom: Political Pawn of Hiertania

Skills: Ihana is skilled at listening, at blending in, at table manners, and at poetry.

Personality: Ihana is bright but passive, preferring to observe as things run their course rather than to actively step in. She knows more than she lets on (and often finds amusement in the silliness of it all), but who would ask the input of the "political princess" (as the buttler had called her to the falconer)? Even her Uncle Adrian, who was always kind to her when he was around, still treated her as a child. But no matter. She is a good, respectable girl who does as she is told, and knows just how valuable this reputation is.

Biography: Ihana's story began over thirty-six years ago, with the birth of her mother. The squalling infant had raven-black hair like the queen, and those who heard held their breath in fear that another witch had been born. But their fears were soon forgotten, for a few minutes later a twin was born: a handsome baby boy with hair like his father. The babes were named Adrian and Ariana. As they grew, Ariana showed a wild side: consorting with stable-hands, riding bareback, hiding in a cupboard to eavesdrop on the kitchen workers, even splashing about in a lake. The rumor was murmured among the courtiers: "witch."

When Ariana's older brother took the throne, he quickly sent his sister off to a small summer house far from the capitol. His mother had left days before, and he would not chance letting a witch remain in his court. And so Ariana stayed there indefinitely, with a handful of servants and no real company. The king heard nothing more of her until her death.

The accounts differ at this point. Some say Ariana was seduced by a scoundrel. Others romanticize it as true love. In either case, at age 17, Ariana died bringing a baby into the world. The father was young Joku Ongelma, the second son of a nobleman who was heavily involved in foreign trade. He swore the two had been secretly married before the child was born, and named her Ihana.

The accounts differ on this point as well. Those who say Joku was a scoundrel declare that he ran away to escape responsibility. Those who say it was true love say his father insisted that Joku leave to manage one of his enterprises in another kingdom, and that one man's greed tore father and daughter apart. In either case, a note was dispatched to the king telling what had transpired. The courier of this note was intercepted along the way by Captain Adrian de Hiertania, who was returning home after routing some brigands.

The king did not hear of his sister's death until Captain Adrian barged into his brother's study and demanded they take in their niece. Needless to say, the king was in no state to refuse. And after little Ihana arrived, the king considered how harmless the brown-haired infant seemed. There was no confirmation of the mother having been a witch, and the girl was a close relative who could be married off to gain an alliance. So he accepted her presence, yet paid her no mind.

And thus Ihana was raised in her uncle's court: with all the fashion, tutelage, and servants befitting a princess, but only what deference would be due a noble's daughter.

Appearance: Ihana is a comely woman with sleek brown hair and eyes to match. She is tall for a woman, but not absurdly so. Her voice is clear and refined, with warm undertones. Her face is usually calm and unemotional, but for the few who have seen her smirk it was as peeking into a flowerpot and having a viper meet your gaze.