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Margeaux Heloise Damas
~ Publishes scientific/mathematical papers under the pseudonym M. Sacha Travers Ph.D
~ Occasionally called Margie by her family (specifically her younger siblings)
Woman, she/her/hers pronouns
Betrothed to the Viscomte Gustave Noyer of Orleans
Margeaux is a very thin, lanky girl, lacking the curves and girlishness of her younger sister and mother. Standing at 5’9”, she is taller than most girls her age, which allows for her to pass as a young man with some ease. Her right foot is also worth mentioning — the whole thing is made of shimmering copper parts and hinges, and sometimes clunks or squeaks when she walks.
Spurred on by her inventive Marquess father, the lady has a deep passion for science and mathematics. She was a born prodigy and takes great pride in the work she does in secret. Of course, being both a genius and a disabled child led to Margeaux being quite isolated from other children. The love of her family has kept her from being too lonely, but the princess still feels a void between herself and the rest of the world. One of her most secret desires is to have companions who will both understand her and accept her. Margeaux tends to value cleverness over sincerity — or at the very least she feigns indifference to matters of the heart. After being ostracized and ridiculed for much of her childhood, Margeaux has become quite callous towards others. She is not charming like the other women in her family, not by a long shot, and her intense desire to prove her own cleverness often makes it difficult to make friends. Margeaux knows she is the smartest person in the room and wants to make sure everyone else is also aware of her superior intellect. Her arrogant and cool exterior is a safety precaution, though. She’s been burned one too many times by flattering courtiers and seemingly cheery ladies of the court. Because of this, Margeaux is practically always on the defensive, always bracing herself for the jeers that follow her wherever she goes.
The product of a difficult pregnancy and birth, Margeaux was born with a dull foot and a superior intellect. The foot was an easy fix — because the part she’d been born with was entirely useless, the Marquess, who had always been enamored with mechanical inventions, had hired a team of inventors to create his daughter a new one. The old one was done away with and she was fitted with a foot made entirely of metal, one designed to be removed and replaced as she grew older and larger.
The false foot made her quite the oddity at court (“Empousa”, the sons and daughters of dukes and courtiers would snick to one another whenever they saw her clumping down the halls, after the monstrous women of Greek myth who had legs made of copper, but she loved her prosthetic fiercely nevertheless and considered it a token of her father's love. ) As she grew older, Margeaux’s limp lessened), surely, but it was her mind her that made her an absolute anomaly. She was born with the gift of reason, able to solve complex problems from the ripe age of three. Unfortunately, because she was a princess and not a prince, she was not permitted to study math or science as her older brother was. So as she grew and her mind expanded further, Margeaux studied in secret. She took common household things apart and used their spare parts for inventions, she snuck into the greenhouse late in the evenings to experiment with plants, and jotted formulas in the corners of her diary pages. She was not, however, as secretive as she believed she was and was finally confronted by her father the King on the subject of her education when she was but twelve years old. The Marquess, a purveyor of science and discovery himself (though too daft to do much more than appreciate the art of research and the pursuit of knowledge), permitted her to study in secret… so long as she remains discreet. From that moment on the Marquess became Margeaux’s coconspirator. On the rare days when she could steal her father away from meetings and miscellaneous duties, she would show him her inventions and prattle on and on to him about her carefully crafted theories.
But though her parents looked on her kindly, and her father both knew her deepest secret and encouraged her in it, most of the world saw Margeaux as a curiosity and something best kept at arm’s length. She was the subject of much ridicule as a child. As she grew older, the jesting stopped but it was still nearly impossible for her to make friends. Margeaux had little interest in all those trivial things the other young lords and ladies seemed to busy themselves with — fashion, hunting, poetry, and whathaveyou. Unlike her younger sister Romy, only fifteen but already as achingly beautiful as their mother, Margeaux has never been particularly pretty or particularly charming. People ignored her, that proud, know-it-all, "defect"...
But being the second oldest of the children, Margeaux has always told herself that family was, above the acceptance and adoration of her peers, the most important thing to concern herself with. She adored her father, even if he was daft and dreadful in his duties, and both envied and idolized her charming mother. And, because of the malevolent nature of her older brother, Margeaux has taken it upon herself to be the protector of her younger siblings. She has spent much of her twenty-three years looking after the three of them, entertaining them and teaching them, guarding them and teasing them.
Occupying herself with family and with research left little room for loneliness, after all.
And, since the age of seventeen, Margeaux has taken to writing under the pen name Sacha Travers and living vicariously through this young French researcher whom she invented. Sacha, a doctor of mathematics and a mystery to all, is well regarded throughout the educated community and his aptitude for engineering has been praised highly throughout the continent...
~ Plays the violin and adores music for its numerical qualities. Music and mathematics are one in the same to Margeaux.
“Mathematics reveals its secrets only to those who approach it with pure love, for its own beauty.”