Avery Veraestas
Feb 7, 2023 21:51:24 GMT -5
Post by Ve on Feb 7, 2023 21:51:24 GMT -5
"It is simply Ve. Nothing less and... a great deal more if you've a mind to say it breathlessly."
Preferred Name: Ve
Pronouns: They/Them/He/Him/She/Her - in order of preference
Age: Mid Twenties
Race: Human Presenting
Appearance: Ve is a tall and lithe person with darkened hair that speaks to an open well of ink that has been doused upon them, a stark contrast to the paleness of their complexion. With feminine features and doe-like eyes, it is not uncommon for them to be mistaken for a woman at first glance, and once they take in their form, one that boasts a gentle bit of athleticism in the delicate curve of muscle that invites the eyes to look, it is much more common for them to be seen as a man. Either are acceptable and either are an option for them as they flirt between one or the other as is their fancy and whim.
Yet even as they might drift within the neutral spectrum of appearance, forever dancing between a delightful combination of both or neither as suits them or pleases them, one thing that is always present are smokey tattoos that adorn their chest and arms, winding up their neck and trailing beneath their waistband to beg the question of how far those tattoos go. The longer someone looks, however, the more likely they are to see that they change just as frequently as they body that displays them, constantly shifting along their skin like true smoke that trails above an open flame.
Personality: As one who embraces their otherness, Ve appears to be confident in who they are, even as it remains undefined and ever-changing. They speak their minds, give into their wants and desires—shamelessly so, at times, as they are not one to give up an opportunity to indulge when presented one with a willing partner—and are not afraid of confrontation when their appearance or personality do not fit what others expect them to be given their presentation.
They are a challenging sort that relish the challenges they experience and may unintentionally create, savoring the questioning looks where one might wonder who or what they are seeing and why they might feel that way regardless of whatever they finally decide on, man or woman. And as they travel, flitting about Charon as is their want and search, they find themselves learning more and more about in the process, chasing after the day they have that definition for themselves. For who and what they are.
Not that they will change because of it, of course. They enjoy their lifestyle too much to simply end it upon that discovery, but to have that part of their soul settled, to have their mind put at ease, they wouldn't trade that for anything.
...they desperately miss their twin, though, even as parting from them and leaving home was necessary, was a call within them that couldn't go unanswered.
History: There is a town pressed up against the Eclipse Jungle, one that serves as something of a border along the furthest and wildest edge. It is unique for several reasons and strange for quite a few more, but those that know of it and have passed through it by accident or purpose know that, somehow, it keeps the encroaching fauna and flora from spreading too far past the boundaries of the jungle... as it often attempts with winding vines and bold creatures.
On the edge of wild and tame, where there is something that lingers in the air that is not unlike the aftermath of magic spent, it is not unusual to see villagers that have near identical features working in tandem or running around their mothers locked in games of their own creation. Twins as outsiders might recognize them, though they are in an abundance that gives rise to more than a few questions. Because the community there is tightly knit, however, they remain unanswered, and if they are wary of these outsiders that might stare at them in confusion or surprise... well, perhaps it is the outsiders who might be wary of them, instead.
More often than not the shopkeeper might avoid your eyes when you speak. The tailor may only speak in a whisper so low that it would be better to communicate in writing. The children playing speak to each other seemingly without saying any words at all. There might be adult men laughing and wrestling in the street, if they are playing or fighting it would be difficult to tell. The old woman on her stoop might offer up loud advice or comment on your appearance. Strange things might disappear or reappear. The person you talked to yesterday doesn't know you at all... but the man you never met greets you as a friend. The uncanny and the strange become normal here and even celebrated, after all, who is to say the Jungle itself doesn't play a few tricks on your mind?
Inspiration for Ve's backstory can be found here.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
