Only child and heir to the Folet estate and title.
Cross-dresser, future lord and a novice alchemist.
Female, but is believed to be male.
19, but is believed to be 17.
Father: Lord Hugh Folet
Mother: The former Lady Lia Folet, diseased
Step-Mother: The current Lady Vivian Folet
Bradford is not one to be pushed around. Perhaps it is because of her masculine alter-ego, or perhaps it is the resentment she carries for having to live in a life made of fear and lies, but Bradford is an unyielding, humorless, calculating individual. While not a heartless woman, it would not be best to hope for kindness or pity from her. A chaotic neutral with too much to lose, her only true ally and friends are herself. The only true joy she gets from life are from food, drink and music. After all, sensual responses and pleasures are the most basic and honest feelings.
When it comes to wooing the princess, Bradford is not the most enthusiastic of the suitors but she feels that may play to her advantage. With a cool head and reason, she feels that she won't intimidate or be a threat to the princess.
The only man who can control Bradford is her father. For as long as she could remember, her father threatened her, cursed at her and beat her whenever she did not do as he willed. He said it was her punishment for not being born male. After Bradford turned thirteen her mother passed away, and she was truly alone.
Her father remarried instantly. The new wife her father took in is young, silly and stupid. While Bradford has nothing against the woman herself, she knows that if this woman produces a male heir, while Bradford would be free from the lies, she lose all purpose in life and have no more place in the court and family, and would need to be exiled from the kingdom to save her family's reputation. Bradford took up alchemy to ensure that this new wife's monthly courses never failed, and so far it has been working.
Aware that the world of men is a hard and violent one, Bradford was all for learning how to wield weapons and defend herself. While she has no talent for archery and jousting, she is nimble and dexterous, allowing her fair proficiency with the sword.
In recent years her father has been ecstatic that the princess has been refusing suitors. He drools from the mouth like a hungry, greedy dog at the thought of being able to take the throne. The man is plotting, and uses the ever reluctant Bradford as his gopher and spy.
Lord Hugh Folet's primary focus was to amass wealth as quickly as possible, so he invested in crafts. To this day the best quality dyes in the kingdom come from the House of Folet, and their artisan blacksmiths come up with breathtaking works. While not primarily militant, the Folet house has a fairly strong defense. Bradford's father is not one to allow anyone to take his land and money without a fight.
The Folet house colors is a black bear against a two-toned green banner.
5 feet and 10 inches
While boyish and toned, her build is graceful and pretty. Bradford is lean with a small to medium sized bust. Her shoulders are wide and square, but slender and her behind is a little too round and shapely to be that of a man.
Dark brown, usually messy.
Her chest is always bound, sometimes with a thin plate of metal under her shirt just in case. She has a long, but thin scar on her left cheek from an incident from her childhood. Bradford has a handful of other scars, but they are hidden under her clothing.