Vicalyn

[Vicalyn]

Birthday and Age: 1st Day of Summer, 494 AV (19 Years of Age)
Race: Human
Gender: Female

Vicalyn has a very haunting appearance, fitting enough. Her eyes are a very pale blue, almost verging on an ivory white. She has a creamy complexion, contrasting greatly with her plump plum lips. She has very few blemishes upon her face, leaving it clean and raw. She draws with black coal around her eyes every time she goes outside to add color to her otherwise pale self.

Her long, stick straight blonde hair travels all the way past her bottom. She usually wears it down, bangs tucked behind her ear.

Her body shows no signs of scars or marks like usual residents of Sunberth do. She is quite dainty, measuring at only five feet, three inches. She weighs no more than a hundred-and-twenty pounds, sopping wet.

I have never met my father before. My mother's name is Vivica. I lived with her up until I left Sunberth. I love my mother, even though she can be a bit neurotic at times.

I didn't really have too many friends growing up. I was either working for my mother, or doing other things on my own accord. I did have one friend that I was close with, but he was murdered when I was 14. Ever since then I've never really felt the need to connect with someone like I did with him. My childhood has made me a pretty reserved person. I'm not anti-social, really, I just don't talk unless spoken to.

I do not have any brothers or sisters. I am an only child, though that didn't make me spoiled whatsoever. I do not have a big family. It's only my mother that I know of.

I was born and raised in Sunberth. I don't worship any gods, but I am well respecting of Dira and Uldr. I don't usually interact with people on a social level. My mother was too busy using me to rip people off.

I find my living fortunetelling, ironic enough. I never really wanted to be anything in particular when I was little. I'm surprised I even got this far. I never could imagine myself as an adult. As a child my mother would sometimes give me a little coin for the work I'd do for her. She worked as a fortuneteller and psychic. Not a real one, of course. She didn't know a ghost from a Forsaken. She'd make me pretend like I was someone's lost child from the afterlife, covered in cloth and pasty white makeup. I was the only one who could see the real dead child's ghost lurking in the corner and sobbing because she can't even hug her mother anymore. I guess you could say I've been fortunetelling since I was small.

Now my fortunes can be as meager as reading someone's palm or telling a daughter that her father left a vast sum of money underneath the floorboards. Yes, ghosts do actually talk to me, and sometimes I do things for them. Usually they don't stop pestering me until I do something for them, or I'm forced to "dust" them. Dusting is literally getting rid of the spirit so they'll leave me alone. Not always are ghosts friendly. Some are very physical and violent, but I try my best.

Vivica's early whoring years were swiftly brought to an end when Vicalyn was conceived. She was merely an accidental baby, waiting to be born so she could be thrown into a dirty garbage can. There was no way she could live her lavish partying lifestyle in Sunberth and afford to raise a baby at the same time. Looking into the baby's pale blue eyes was enough to change her mind. She built a life around the baby, though not to say it was so much of a stable environment. But that didn't matter. Vicalyn always reminds her mother that she is still thankful she didn't throw her in the trash.

Making a life with the baby was not easy. Vivica had to find a way to support the child. Ripping people off would obviously be the easiest way. Fortunetelling, the same way her auntie had done it when she was little. Tricking people into thinking that their deceased loved one was sending a life-or-death message to them. Even Vicalyn could join too. Dress her up in a sheet and spread paste on her face. Now she's a lost ghost in search of her mother.

It turned out that Vicalyn could actually see the ghost that crouched underneath the fortunetelling table or cowered in the corner, or, even, poked and prodded her. "Leave me alone," she'd plead with the spirit. "Help me first." it'd answer back.

Sometimes she would track down the dead one's loved one, sometimes she would lie awake in bed until the ghost finally went away.

Vicalyn grew up. The spirits were starting to bother her even more. This was starting to take over her life. But she allowed it. Sometimes she'd even make it a mission to help the spirit. A lot of the time she got rewarded for it from the messengee. She didn't do it for the money, though it was nice. She could help people and make a living with it too.

 

Survival Tools

1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel

 

Clothing

1 fur lined cloak, black
1 fine silk dress, blue
10 Linen dresses
2 Corsets
5 Pairs of Stockings
2 Pairs of High Boots
10 Pieces of Undergarments

 

Miscellaneous

A deck of Tarot cards that she took from her old home in Sunberth. (Heirloom)

Skill	Points	Level	Earned
Spiritism	30	Competent	30(SP)
Fortunetelling	20	Novice	20(SP)
Storytelling	10	Novice	(RB)

Vicalyn is fluent in common, and conversational in Vani.


Palm Reading: Heart Lines
Spiritism: Uses to Soulmist



600 GM (No Housing)
-10 Linen dresses (80 SM)
-2 Corsets (6 SM)
-5 Pairs of Stockings (20 SM)
-2 Pairs of High Boots (10 SM)
-10 Pieces of Undergarments (10 SM)
= 599 GM 74 SM

Yet to come.