Profile of Florence

Florence is not the feminine prototype that boys write home about. Instead of being thin, interspersed with supple curves, Florence is of average height, weight, and build. She walks lightly, but not any lighter than another. She moves smoothly, but not any smoother than anyone else. Her body is strong but not muscular, womanly but not voluptuous. She has a steady gait and a bright soul, and this is all she has ever required of herself.

Florence is a woman of a kind but fierce spirit. Her soul, if it were a color, would be the brightest yellow--that of beautiful sunshine, bright enough that it sometimes might burn. She is thorough but impatient. (It is unlike her to skip steps in a task just to get it done, but she might complain about how long it takes.) One could not call her steady. She has emotion in abundance, feeling in spades, and though she is quick to compassion, she is not to love. She is always willing to lend a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on, and she will always stand up for those who might not be able to stand up for themselves. But it takes a while for one to earn her true devotion. Once that is done, though, she loves others with her whole heart, unreservedly, and she is not afraid to show her affections. Perhaps this is why she is prone to jealousy, hyper-aware of any social changes, worried that others might not feel as intensely as she does. She can sometimes be unsure of herself, though she tries not to show it, often putting on a brave face for others and ignoring herself. Florence lives for those she loves, and sometimes she thinks she loves them so fiercely that she might kill if it meant protecting them. Thankfully, though, it has never come to that.

Grief united two siblings, and grief drove them to action. After the death of their parents, Florence spoke the soft words of new beginnings, and together, she and her brother, Victorian, sought a new world.

For a more complete history, see Victorian.

Florence was drafted into the Imperial Army in Spring 1710.