Yanimore, Vivinia

[Vivinia]

Vivinia Race: Human Age: Fifteen Birthday: 17th of Summer, 498 AV. Appearance: A Dirty Blonded, Long haired, 5'7" Tall, Weighing 110 with a Curved, malnourished body covered in various violent marks that stains her Pale Skin. With Several Scars adorning spots in her body, The frequently seen scars are always on her wrists. Her Body, is built to be Pretty, Seductive and Elegant. Prior to her History it was more Athletic, and healthy. Her Hair is Long, Going down her back and dirty blonde in color. Her Head is small, and her face is lightly gaunt. Matching her body in a Pretty and Elegant look. Mental: Her Mental State is shook up but still intact. Confusion and Paranoria affects her mind to a degree. Not to the point where she can be declared Mad. There is Damage that will stay there forever, but over a course of years it will patch up and mend. Her memory is faded, Not remembering much about past-life before her incident. Personality: Once a Light-Hearted, Athletic, Independent, Strong and friendly girl. Vivinia is now cold, frightened, and solitary. Years of Physical, Emotional and Mental Damage cause her to shun other people and Become horribly submissive to others. Her Likes are now very few, and her dislikes numerous beyond count. The Likes she carries now is the Smell of Dew and Flowers. Rare, Juicy steak. And a Light Rain on a Hot day, Light enough to still enjoy the outdoors without becoming soaking wet. Concept: A concept no better than to put together everything about her. Formerly, Nice, Friendly, Athletic, Religious and Light-Hearted. Currently, Dark, A Loner, A Frightened Mind, A Broken Mind, A Heart full of Grief and Sadness And Hateful torwards religion. Shes the Reverse of what she was, and what shes supposed to be. As you can say. History: Born In Syliras, her family had a long history of worship and service to the Syliran Knights and their dominate gods. Tyveth, Yahal, Sylir. Many men in their family goes to Serve in the ranks of the Knights. And many women are often groomed to become Priestesses and Healers or even Merchants on occasions. The endless cycle of the same career choices over and over meant that her entire family was either Merchants, Priestesses, Knights or Healers. Her Grandmother a Servant to Yahal, Her Grandfather a Old Veteran Knight. Her Father a Wealthy Merchant and Her mother a Knight, Her cousins bare similar occupations and her sister was groomed to become a healer. While Vivinia was trained to become a Merchant, but what if she didn't want to be a Merchant? What if she wanted to become a adventurer? A explorer? Or a Knight? She hated her parents automatic decision for their childerns fate. She had always known that her sister didn't want to become a healer either, Looking for something more social than awkward. Curing a mans nasty cough or a yeast infection. As well as numerous other Diseases, illnesses that they walk in. Stutter and whisper because of their embarrasment. Not exactly the job for her sisters Weak stomach either... But still, the days wen't on. Vivinia herself had a interest in Wilderness, and wen't with her mother. When She was avaliable of course.. To camp outside the cities walls for a night or two. Not to far, and not to long. For many dangers still lurk in Sylira, but for the most part. It was her, her sister and her Aunt, whom owned a shop selling Clothes before she passed. Her Aunt was more like her mother at times, Her father always traveled and sold various things, whilst her mother had her Duties to perform, She loved her aunt. But sometimes grew angry and frustrated with her. She always dressed her up nice, always with the uncomfortable clothes and the makeup... After her aunt died. Along with her grandparents when she was Thirteen and her sister Fourteen, Her father was forced to take them along when he went to other cities, Her mother couldn't watch them, She always traveled too but in more dangerous situations then transporting merchandise. It was certainly a adventure for her age.. Seeing the new cities, Each and every city in Sylira she visited, except for Sunberth which her father stated was a Hive of Crime. And too dangerous, He avoided going to the city when he could, prefering to sell items elsewhere. But times were dire in the families economy, And her father. Whom went to sunberth, and took her and her sister along. With one rule, Don't Talk to Anyone. Looking about, she noticed more guards than usual. Something about the new ones troubled her, and soon proved to be trouble.. As she and her father and sister went along the road. A days away from sunberth by now, The New Guards turned and unseathed. Men came out of the bushes and attacked. The Swords-For-Hire were no more than bandits catching for quick raid, one of them grew over-zealous and killed their unarmed father in the comotion. Only her and her sister were left, The Bandits took them too. Leaving them tied in their camp, her sister was taken often. For Being Older, and dragged into a tent. They hurt her often. And then Sold them both into sunberths market. Slavery was a dreadful thing... They were sold off to a fat cat quickly. Vivinia was the one most often abused, Beaten and Dragged and Chained. Whilst Her sister grew quiet, And was taken by their 'master' away often. Vivinia grew sick quite too much, perhaps the poor living conditions. Long have they prayed to The Gods. And recieved no answer, no strength, no hope. A year had passed now, Vivinia now learned what they were doing to their Sister behind tent flaps and closed doors. It was happening to her now. Perverted, fat, unholy, Bastard. She prayed more, more and more. Still nothing answered, Another year passed. She was cleaning, her sister was upstairs... When she heard a scream, Hours later she was given a task to bury her own sister, Forced to do so or else she would die with her. Refusing to continue anymore did her sister declare.. Vivinia had enough as well... When she was 'Comforting' her master, she took the chance to stab him with his own dagger. She didn't know when to stop, by the time she was done. Worn out from stabbing him.. He had nothing but a gaping hole where his chest used to be. She took the now Dulled blade. All the gold she could find.. His fur cloak... And his horse. No longer did she have to be commanded, No longer would she be forced to manage over her appearance, grooming herself to be pretty for her master. Racing away out of sunberth with only a couple meals to sustain herself. She was free... But still wasn't happy. And never could recover from her time as a mans property and the death of nearly her entire property.. Nor she could forget Yahals Neglectence. Skills: 20/100 | Wilderness Survival | +15 RB +5 SP 10/100 | Seduction | +10 SP 10/100 | Weapon, Dagger | +10 SP 15/100 | Persuasion | +15 SP 5/100 | Intelligence | +5 SP Lores: N/A Language "This is Me speaking Fluent Common" Items: 1 Set of Clothing, (SP) -Wool Shirt, Slip-On. Poorly Made, Various Patches used to mend rips and holes. --Wool Breeches, Like the shirt. Poorly made and patched up. ---Heavy Fur Coat, Unlike Shirt and Breeches it is well made and Instillated to become Weather-Proof. ----Plain Shoes, made of Rough and hardened leather. -----Gloves, Old Used and made for Rough work conditions, Like working at a dock or building something. Made out of Hide 1 Waterskin, (SP) 1 Gildling Horse, (SP) 1 Dagger, 1 Set of Saddlebags, Light. 1 One-Person Tent. 1 Bedroll 1 Flint and Steel (SP) Ledger: +500 GM (SP) -2 GM (Tent One-Person) | 598 GM -2 GM (Dagger) | 596 GM -1 GM +10 SM | 595 GM 10 SM -1 SM (Bedroll) | 595 9 SM -100 GM (Horse, Gildling)| 495 GM 9 SM 495 Gold Miza's 9 Silver Miza's Threads: