Inara Eris Von March
 Weapons: 3 |
 Items: 4 |
 Boons: 5
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Character
Description
Inara Eris Von March, the youngest and smallest of the Von March family, stands apart from her kin. While her siblings boast physiques built for combat, Inara’s slight frame and graceful movements were better suited to the shadows—a fact her family quietly preferred.
Her ashen skin is marked with glowing cracks of lava that she wears with pride, the most prominent trailing over her left eye. Her fiery orange eyes burn with excitement, framed by flame-streaked black hair that sways like a mischievous cat’s tail. A shock of white streaks through the right side, a mark of her mysterious warlock pact.
Inara’s signature look combines her house colours—black, red, and gold. While fashionable and borderline risqué, her outfit is designed for escape: a bodice and skirt that reveal her lava-scarred skin but allow for free movement, paired with platform knee-high boots that provide speed and stability. Around her neck, she wears a choker set with a fire gem, its hue shifting with her emotions, betraying her inner rage.
Though her appearance exudes confidence, Inara still cherishes the past, wearing her friendship bracelet—now reworked as a ring—to honour her bond with Veyrah.
Storylines
Background
After producing three perfect daughters and a son destined to be the Hyrach of Blades, the Von March parents decided to try for a backup son, knowing the brutal trials of the matching season. However, when Inara was born, she was deemed of little use to the household. Raised by strict nannies, her sole purpose was to uphold the Von March reputation and avoid bringing disgrace.
Her mother, a revered general was seldom home. When she was, her time with Inara was harsh, pushing her into relentless training despite Inara’s unsuitability for combat. Inara often hid in the shadows to avoid these grueling sessions, softly lighting her fingers aflame to play with shadow puppets, crafting stories of heroes and adventure to escape her reality. With her father absent, Inara idolized her brother Gilgamesh, loyally following him like a lost puppy. Their shared struggles under the weight of familial expectations forged an unbreakable bond.
Every summer, Inara was sent to Arma Castle to form connections with future rulers. There, she discovered joy and laughter through her friendship with Princess Veyrah and Prince Benjamin. Benji’s kindness in teaching her to fight with a rapier melted her heart, and she fell helplessly in love. At 13, Inara overheard the Empress declare her too low-born to marry into the royal family. Devastated she fled the castle and found herself making a pact with a mysterious entity, forever marking her with a white streak in her hair and awakening the fiery nature she now wears with pride.
Returning home, Inara’s playful confidence emerged, along with a sharp tongue aimed at the royals who had dismissed her. Embracing her molten cracks, she turned to chaos for comfort and found a kindred spirit in Quartz Stormfell, a fellow outsider who shared her love for mischief.
Castleton Part 1
Inara stepped into the matching season with naivity and a spark of chaos lighting her way. She wasn’t there for the games of power or romance — she was there to support her brother, to stand by him in the unforgiving gauntlet of the matching season. She harbored a secret hope to finally meet her long-silent Patron, the mysterious entity she had bound herself to a decade ago.
Her arrival into the matching season was quiet, her presence was not even ripple in the ocean of glittering elites. But when she reunited with her old friends, Artimendius and Lyre Lark, she found herself ready to stir a little chaos. From her spot, she watched in shock as her brother fought with a fury she’d never seen before. Then, in a moment that made her heart stop, as he fell into the darkness below. Friends and strangers alike fell into the abyss. Arty was struck down by a god. Lives were extinguished in an instant. Helpless, Inara froze. She wasn’t a warrior. She wasn’t a savior. She was powerless. That searing truth burned deeper than any flame she could conjure.
Seeking to forget the events of the ballroom and unable to face the uncertainty of her brother’s fate, Inara slipped away to Elysium, desperate for a moment of reprieve. Yet the darkness of recent events clung to her. It was there she overheard Kingfisher—a handsome water genasi whose sharp remarks to the demigods cut through the noise. His words validated feelings she hadn’t dared to share, and where others usually would dismiss her, Fisher meet her sharp wit with his own and, crucially, letting her simply be. For the first time, someone acknowledged her entirely. The connection was electric, and for a fleeting moment, Inara felt truly seen. Desperate to hold onto something real, she asked Fisher to kiss her. He did, igniting a firestorm in her heart—only to leave moments later, following Gideon.
Unable to get Fisher out of her mind, Inara poured her heart into a letter, hoping for a reply that never came. When Silas whisked her off to meet her best friend Quartz, Inara couldn’t contain the maelstrom within her. She let slip the truth: she had kissed her best friend’s brother. Returning home, she found Gilgamesh preparing for a duel, and panic overcame her. She begged him not to go, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Watching the duel unfold, she nearly lost herself as her brother was struck down. Her temper flared dangerously, her control hanging by a thread.
Inara reluctantly attended the Cerul and Arma party, her heart heavy with the fear that Cerul blamed her for her brother’s actions. Almost overcome with panic as she approached the grand entrance, she sought comfort from Silas and Quartz before mustering the courage to step inside. Amidst the glimmering lights and wary glances, Fisher pulled her aside by the pool. He spoke of her letter, of how unprepared he was to meet her and confessed his own frustrations with the matching season and his growing desire to see it crumble. For the first time, Inara felt truly seen as his validation fuelled the storm of rage, pain, and rebellion within her.
In that moment, Inara made her choice. She would no longer wait for her Patron’s approval—she would seize her own power. If tearing down the system meant breaking her warlock pact, so be it. For Fisher, for herself, and for a world that underestimated her, she would burn brighter than ever before.
Credits
Erin (she/they), plays the fiery and naive Inara Eris Von March, a hot-headed, emotional whirlwind longing for deep connection and trying to find her place in society.
Outside the game, Erin is the Dragon Master for Let's Roll for Dragons, where every session hangs on the edge of a d100 roll that could summon a dragon—sometimes leading to a TPK!
