Vi'ira Fenpeiros
Oct 22, 2022 0:04:48 GMT -5
Post by Vi'ira on Oct 22, 2022 0:04:48 GMT -5
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Moon Elf
Nationality: Crescent Isles (although, she was born overseas)
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Appearance: Standing at 5’11, Vi’ira has a lean figure with bulkier muscles in her arms and upper thighs. Her skin glistens with a lavender hue, complimenting her stark white hair that reaches down to her lower back. The salt water adds a bounciness to her hair and contains many braids. Two short pieces of her hair rest on her forehead in the shape of crescent moons. Her face hosts sharp features, with high cheekbones and pointed nose. Her eyes are almost cat-like, with her right eye being a light blueish grey, while her left eye is completely black with lightning-like scars escaping from around the socket.
Personality: Vi’ira has a keen instinct, and trusts her own judgment far more than she trusts those around her. She is most comfortable when others are kept at an arms-length, for the less that she holds close, the less there is to lose, as taught to her by her [step]father, but she finds it hard to not become protective of others quickly. However, she does enjoy a night out, especially one that involves drinking. Adventure-filled stories and calamity-filled tales are a quick way to instantly grab her attention.
She has learned the ways of the sea, taking up a particular fondness towards cartography and uranography along the way. Deep in her soul, Vi’ira has always yearned to belong to one place, to one family, and is often jealous of those who have boisterous family lines that run thick for generations. Her curiosity is intense, and ever growing. She finds comfort delving into other cultures and learning about the things that she had never even thought to exist, but there is still a hole left inside of her. One that is aching for a family…aching for a connection. This very curiousity is often what gets her into trouble.
History:
Short Version: Vi’ira was born upon the Night Galley whilst it was voyaging across the Luna Seas. She was raised in between land and sea, bouncing between studies of magic and history with her mother, Nelaeryn, in Crescent Isles or learning the ways of the ocean and combat with her stepfather, Torkum (however, she never referred to Torkum as her stepfather, feeling that he stepped up and became her father when her biological one did not). Until the age of 9, Vi’ira was mute, earning her the nickname Tînhísë (teen-ee-say), meaning Silent Mist in Elvish. It was coined by the crew of the Night Galley, and translated to her native tongue by her mother. At 17, she lost her mother to sickness, and lost herself to grief for a brief period of time. Torkum guided her back, and they continued on their adventures across the seas. That lands her now in Capitol Landing. In their travels on the Night Galley, Torkum and his crew would often carry forged weapons to surrounding cities in different biomes from Sol City. On her quest of knowledge, Vi’ira hopes to learn more of the culture in Capitol Landing, and find a mage that can aid her in the study of the Sky Domain once more.
Long Version: Vi’ira was born to Nelaeryn Rhinharr, a Moon Elf who had fled Frost Gale in hopes of a better life for her child. Nelaeryn had found herself trapped under a brutal man who operated a brothel, unable to determine her own fate, lost and astray. It was when she discovered that she was pregnant, from whom was unclear, that she knew this life was no life for her offspring. In her third trimester, she knew there was little time left. She gathered everything she had, boarded a ship by the name of The Night Galley, and let the sails determine where her new life would begin.
On this very ship was where Vi’ira took her first breath, and was welcomed into the world. The conditions on the ship were much too harsh for a newborn, but the crew of this ship, dominated by large humans and slightly smaller dwarves, grew fond of their newest member. They often aided Nelaeryn in any ways that they could, being as gruff and childless as they were. Here is where Nelaeryn met Torkum Cenhohk, the captain of the Night Galley, and her soon-to-be husband. Finally, the ship had arrived in the Crescent Isles.
For a majority of Vi’ira’s early childhood, she was mute. Her solace was found in the quiet moments, whether that be watching the citizens of her town interact to pick up on small gestures, or prayer in the depths of the night towards her moon. She found comfort in observation, seeing no need to intercept with her own noise when there was so much to see. This earned her the nickname Tînhísë, or Silent Mist, as she often lurked in the darkness buried in books and scrolls, indulging in knowledge of the history and languages. She learned Elvish first, then Common, and then Dwarvish, keeping her mother up late just so she could learn a couple more phrases.
“She creeps in as quiet and swift as mist, that one.”
It was not until she had reached the age of 9 that she spoke, when her silence could have cost a multitude of crew members their lives. It was on a night when the powers of the moon kept her awake that she noticed a faint silhouette of a large ship rapidly approaching from the distance whilst she was atop the crow’s nest. It was almost as if the ship was floating above the waves, and it wasn’t until it had gotten closer that she had realized the ship was manufactured of pure darkness. The Shadow. She rushed to the crew’s quarters, and knew it would be impossible to wake everybody quick enough just by shaking them awake, so she screamed. In the midst of the battle, Vi’ira had been caught in the crossfire of a dark spell, hitting her directly in her left eye. It’s blueish grey turned to full black as it took over and engrossed the rest of her eye, causing her to go completely blind. From then on, she knew the importance of her own voice, and began to learn the ins & outs of conversation and storytelling. She picked up bits and pieces of what she had heard both on land and overseas to create enthralling stories, dancing while she told them from the uncontained excitement. Her favorite person to tell stories was her moon, the one she felt always lent to ear to what she had to say.
Over the years, Vi’ira picked up sword combat from Torkum. He would often say to her,
“No child of mine will be fragile. You will learn to protect yourself, and better then, to protect others.”
Vi’ira was nowhere near as comfortable wielding a sword as she was magic, but wanted nothing more than to impress her father. She always watched him through an admirable eye, and wanted to live up to his expectations of her. Nelaeryn handled the mage studies, instructing Vi’ira in the ways of the wind. She was taught to honor the sky and control the winds, aiding the ship by guiding the sails and disrupting enemies. However, her studies were cut short when her mother grew ill. A rot had begun to spread in a small village on the coast of Kings Valley. An elvish child had mysteriously come down with an illness. A fey-bred illness was not one to be messed with, but they have been treated in the past. Before knowing the way in which it was spread, Nelaeryn had made contact when blessing the child and planting a kiss on their forehead. When the truth of the disease had become known, Torkum thought it best that they took the the seas to potentially escape it, but it was already too late. The sickness spread fast through Nelaeryn, and not even the seas could prevent it. Vi’ira was forbade to see her mother for months, for both Nelaeryn and Torkum did not want to risk giving it to their daughter. Not long after Vi’ira’s 20th birthday, Nelaeryn had passed on.
For an entire year following that, Vi’ira had once again gone silent from grief. She grieved her mother, grieved the years they could have had in her adult life, and grieved the time she may have lost with her as a recluse child. It was a time of unbridled anger towards the world and towards her moon. She could not wrap her head around how such a terrible thing could happen under the light of the glistening moon, and took her rage out on none who deserved it. Torkum brought her back, and reminded her that life keeps moving no matter the circumstances and of the things worth living for.
That lands her now in Capitol Landing. In their travels on the Night Galley, Torkum and his crew would often carry forged weapons to surrounding cities in different biomes from Sol City. On her quest of knowledge, Vi’ira hopes to learn more of the culture in Capitol Landing, and find a mage that can aid her in the study of the Sky Domain once more.
Age: 25
Race: Moon Elf
Nationality: Crescent Isles (although, she was born overseas)
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Appearance: Standing at 5’11, Vi’ira has a lean figure with bulkier muscles in her arms and upper thighs. Her skin glistens with a lavender hue, complimenting her stark white hair that reaches down to her lower back. The salt water adds a bounciness to her hair and contains many braids. Two short pieces of her hair rest on her forehead in the shape of crescent moons. Her face hosts sharp features, with high cheekbones and pointed nose. Her eyes are almost cat-like, with her right eye being a light blueish grey, while her left eye is completely black with lightning-like scars escaping from around the socket.
Personality: Vi’ira has a keen instinct, and trusts her own judgment far more than she trusts those around her. She is most comfortable when others are kept at an arms-length, for the less that she holds close, the less there is to lose, as taught to her by her [step]father, but she finds it hard to not become protective of others quickly. However, she does enjoy a night out, especially one that involves drinking. Adventure-filled stories and calamity-filled tales are a quick way to instantly grab her attention.
She has learned the ways of the sea, taking up a particular fondness towards cartography and uranography along the way. Deep in her soul, Vi’ira has always yearned to belong to one place, to one family, and is often jealous of those who have boisterous family lines that run thick for generations. Her curiosity is intense, and ever growing. She finds comfort delving into other cultures and learning about the things that she had never even thought to exist, but there is still a hole left inside of her. One that is aching for a family…aching for a connection. This very curiousity is often what gets her into trouble.
History:
Short Version: Vi’ira was born upon the Night Galley whilst it was voyaging across the Luna Seas. She was raised in between land and sea, bouncing between studies of magic and history with her mother, Nelaeryn, in Crescent Isles or learning the ways of the ocean and combat with her stepfather, Torkum (however, she never referred to Torkum as her stepfather, feeling that he stepped up and became her father when her biological one did not). Until the age of 9, Vi’ira was mute, earning her the nickname Tînhísë (teen-ee-say), meaning Silent Mist in Elvish. It was coined by the crew of the Night Galley, and translated to her native tongue by her mother. At 17, she lost her mother to sickness, and lost herself to grief for a brief period of time. Torkum guided her back, and they continued on their adventures across the seas. That lands her now in Capitol Landing. In their travels on the Night Galley, Torkum and his crew would often carry forged weapons to surrounding cities in different biomes from Sol City. On her quest of knowledge, Vi’ira hopes to learn more of the culture in Capitol Landing, and find a mage that can aid her in the study of the Sky Domain once more.
Long Version: Vi’ira was born to Nelaeryn Rhinharr, a Moon Elf who had fled Frost Gale in hopes of a better life for her child. Nelaeryn had found herself trapped under a brutal man who operated a brothel, unable to determine her own fate, lost and astray. It was when she discovered that she was pregnant, from whom was unclear, that she knew this life was no life for her offspring. In her third trimester, she knew there was little time left. She gathered everything she had, boarded a ship by the name of The Night Galley, and let the sails determine where her new life would begin.
On this very ship was where Vi’ira took her first breath, and was welcomed into the world. The conditions on the ship were much too harsh for a newborn, but the crew of this ship, dominated by large humans and slightly smaller dwarves, grew fond of their newest member. They often aided Nelaeryn in any ways that they could, being as gruff and childless as they were. Here is where Nelaeryn met Torkum Cenhohk, the captain of the Night Galley, and her soon-to-be husband. Finally, the ship had arrived in the Crescent Isles.
For a majority of Vi’ira’s early childhood, she was mute. Her solace was found in the quiet moments, whether that be watching the citizens of her town interact to pick up on small gestures, or prayer in the depths of the night towards her moon. She found comfort in observation, seeing no need to intercept with her own noise when there was so much to see. This earned her the nickname Tînhísë, or Silent Mist, as she often lurked in the darkness buried in books and scrolls, indulging in knowledge of the history and languages. She learned Elvish first, then Common, and then Dwarvish, keeping her mother up late just so she could learn a couple more phrases.
“She creeps in as quiet and swift as mist, that one.”
It was not until she had reached the age of 9 that she spoke, when her silence could have cost a multitude of crew members their lives. It was on a night when the powers of the moon kept her awake that she noticed a faint silhouette of a large ship rapidly approaching from the distance whilst she was atop the crow’s nest. It was almost as if the ship was floating above the waves, and it wasn’t until it had gotten closer that she had realized the ship was manufactured of pure darkness. The Shadow. She rushed to the crew’s quarters, and knew it would be impossible to wake everybody quick enough just by shaking them awake, so she screamed. In the midst of the battle, Vi’ira had been caught in the crossfire of a dark spell, hitting her directly in her left eye. It’s blueish grey turned to full black as it took over and engrossed the rest of her eye, causing her to go completely blind. From then on, she knew the importance of her own voice, and began to learn the ins & outs of conversation and storytelling. She picked up bits and pieces of what she had heard both on land and overseas to create enthralling stories, dancing while she told them from the uncontained excitement. Her favorite person to tell stories was her moon, the one she felt always lent to ear to what she had to say.
Over the years, Vi’ira picked up sword combat from Torkum. He would often say to her,
“No child of mine will be fragile. You will learn to protect yourself, and better then, to protect others.”
Vi’ira was nowhere near as comfortable wielding a sword as she was magic, but wanted nothing more than to impress her father. She always watched him through an admirable eye, and wanted to live up to his expectations of her. Nelaeryn handled the mage studies, instructing Vi’ira in the ways of the wind. She was taught to honor the sky and control the winds, aiding the ship by guiding the sails and disrupting enemies. However, her studies were cut short when her mother grew ill. A rot had begun to spread in a small village on the coast of Kings Valley. An elvish child had mysteriously come down with an illness. A fey-bred illness was not one to be messed with, but they have been treated in the past. Before knowing the way in which it was spread, Nelaeryn had made contact when blessing the child and planting a kiss on their forehead. When the truth of the disease had become known, Torkum thought it best that they took the the seas to potentially escape it, but it was already too late. The sickness spread fast through Nelaeryn, and not even the seas could prevent it. Vi’ira was forbade to see her mother for months, for both Nelaeryn and Torkum did not want to risk giving it to their daughter. Not long after Vi’ira’s 20th birthday, Nelaeryn had passed on.
For an entire year following that, Vi’ira had once again gone silent from grief. She grieved her mother, grieved the years they could have had in her adult life, and grieved the time she may have lost with her as a recluse child. It was a time of unbridled anger towards the world and towards her moon. She could not wrap her head around how such a terrible thing could happen under the light of the glistening moon, and took her rage out on none who deserved it. Torkum brought her back, and reminded her that life keeps moving no matter the circumstances and of the things worth living for.
That lands her now in Capitol Landing. In their travels on the Night Galley, Torkum and his crew would often carry forged weapons to surrounding cities in different biomes from Sol City. On her quest of knowledge, Vi’ira hopes to learn more of the culture in Capitol Landing, and find a mage that can aid her in the study of the Sky Domain once more.