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<i><b>first-look</b>;
she is female, medium size, has slightly longer fangs, and will be athletic & curvy as a adult
she smells of vanilla orchid
she is violent, intelligent, vengeful, selfish, uncivilized on occasion, and quiet or extremely loud as there is no in-between
prefer ludi x gauth </i>
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<b>digging deeper;</b><br/>
<u>trades:</u> assassin & cleric
<u>talents:</u> hunting, stalking, learning, achieving, climbing
<u>weaknesses:</u> emotions, family, morality, manners, temper, swimming under water
<u>summarized</u>: She is loyal to the sacred ways of her bloodlines; the unique and glorified traditions she so whole-heartedly believed in. Without hesitation she is as vicious as she is violent, a viper striking at any beck and call of those above her. It is not out of blind loyalty, but <i>respect</i> and <I>honor</i> for what those older than her have done for her family; the legacy they have built to raise her within. Admiration burns bright inside of her, a flame unyielding to the factors of life she will cross through.
Smart, Vouirvre knows her mind is a weapon just as much as her claws or fangs are. A wicked little thing, always eager to concoct a masterplan in order to achieve her vengeance on anyone who crosses her, or her family. Sharp-witted, her instincts and mind are synced beautifully to compose a girl that hardly acts brashly and often uses the better side of her judgement when carrying out hideous tasks.
Fond of poisons, and more on the antisocial side when it comes to <i>engaging</i> beyond need, she often occupies herself with training throughout the day. Bettering herself and being skilled is a prized ideal, wanting to be just as respected as those above her one day, and to be something her parents are <i>proud</i> of. Vouirvre is also keenly curious of the higher powers, spirits, and deities surrounding her family and those of other families, as well as the land. She knows there is <i>power</i> beyond the lines of life, and desires to achieve it for her kin and bring more glory to her ancestors.
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<center><img src="/images/TWsign2.png" width="50%"><div style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;">This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. <b>Trigger Warning for mentions of [death, suffering, poison, torture] </b></div></center><br />
<u>roleplay</u>: Hot air pants out of the quickened lungs, the expression of exhaustion crossing across the features of Vouirvre. She watches as the doe scatter away from her, and even the tiniest of fawns dart off to the side - swift enough too round her mother's side and safe from the claws of death. Internally seething, irritation pesters her with a urgency, and she finds her ears pinned back upon her skull in deep concentration.
She refused to return home with <i>nothing</i>.
If there was one thing about Vouirvre, she was going to prove her strength and skill above all else, and why she is <i>worth</i> the place she holds in her family. She understands it is privilege to be among who she is, born to such divine glory, and disappointing any of them was not in her plans. There is annoyance in the way she flicks her tail, resuming her walk across the vast plains before her, the sun setting in the far distance. Perhaps she would watch if she was not focused - focused on finding certain berries in the shrubbery ahead. Moments are spent being nicked by thorns and sharp twigs on her paws, all up until her paw delicately holds onto such deathly circles of poison. Then, she crafts her grand scheme; planting her bait, resuming her position as she tucks to the shadows and hides among the background of doom. Seconds tick by that form to minutes, the wind the only thing she hears before a <i>crack</i> finally sounds.
A rabbit approaches the berries, curious - oblivious. Indulging is too tempting and it eats at them, and the girl watches with far too much <i>excitement</i> at seeing her plan play out. A devilish fire ignites within her eyes as the rabbit finishes and paces off, only to convulse and fall to the grass underneath them. A swift leap to her feet and she bounds forward, eagerly approaching with a certain giddiness at the fact she as succeeding. The rabbit convulses at her paws, muscles twitching as death wraps around the neck of the brown creature, suffocating it from inside. It suffers so obviously, a pain that she could put out - but she does not, and only when the final shudder of tension leaves its lifeless body does she move.
Grabbing it, she gloats in her stance as she makes way back home, pleased to be returning with something of use, and not empty paws that should be turned away for not being of use. Her gaze glimmers in devious intent as the scene of the rabbit plays over and over in her head, entertaining her on her journey back.
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<i><b>first-look</b>;
she is female, medium size, has slightly longer fangs, and will be athletic & curvy as a adult
she smells of vanilla orchid
she is violent, intelligent, vengeful, selfish, uncivilized on occasion, and quiet or extremely loud as there is no in-between
prefer ludi x gauth </i>
<hr>
<b>digging deeper;</b><br/>
<u>trades:</u> assassin & cleric
<u>talents:</u> hunting, stalking, learning, achieving, climbing
<u>weaknesses:</u> emotions, family, morality, manners, temper, swimming under water
<u>summarized</u>: She is loyal to the sacred ways of her bloodlines; the unique and glorified traditions she so whole-heartedly believed in. Without hesitation she is as vicious as she is violent, a viper striking at any beck and call of those above her. It is not out of blind loyalty, but <i>respect</i> and <I>honor</i> for what those older than her have done for her family; the legacy they have built to raise her within. Admiration burns bright inside of her, a flame unyielding to the factors of life she will cross through.
Smart, Vouirvre knows her mind is a weapon just as much as her claws or fangs are. A wicked little thing, always eager to concoct a masterplan in order to achieve her vengeance on anyone who crosses her, or her family. Sharp-witted, her instincts and mind are synced beautifully to compose a girl that hardly acts brashly and often uses the better side of her judgement when carrying out hideous tasks.
Fond of poisons, and more on the antisocial side when it comes to <i>engaging</i> beyond need, she often occupies herself with training throughout the day. Bettering herself and being skilled is a prized ideal, wanting to be just as respected as those above her one day, and to be something her parents are <i>proud</i> of. Vouirvre is also keenly curious of the higher powers, spirits, and deities surrounding her family and those of other families, as well as the land. She knows there is <i>power</i> beyond the lines of life, and desires to achieve it for her kin and bring more glory to her ancestors.
<hr>
<center><img src="/images/TWsign2.png" width="50%"><div style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;">This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. <b>Trigger Warning for mentions of [death, suffering, poison, torture] </b></div></center><br />
<u>roleplay</u>: Hot air pants out of the quickened lungs, the expression of exhaustion crossing across the features of Vouirvre. She watches as the doe scatter away from her, and even the tiniest of fawns dart off to the side - swift enough too round her mother's side and safe from the claws of death. Internally seething, irritation pesters her with a urgency, and she finds her ears pinned back upon her skull in deep concentration.
She refused to return home with <i>nothing</i>.
If there was one thing about Vouirvre, she was going to prove her strength and skill above all else, and why she is <i>worth</i> the place she holds in her family. She understands it is privilege to be among who she is, born to such divine glory, and disappointing any of them was not in her plans. There is annoyance in the way she flicks her tail, resuming her walk across the vast plains before her, the sun setting in the far distance. Perhaps she would watch if she was not focused - focused on finding certain berries in the shrubbery ahead. Moments are spent being nicked by thorns and sharp twigs on her paws, all up until her paw delicately holds onto such deathly circles of poison. Then, she crafts her grand scheme; planting her bait, resuming her position as she tucks to the shadows and hides among the background of doom. Seconds tick by that form to minutes, the wind the only thing she hears before a <i>crack</i> finally sounds.
A rabbit approaches the berries, curious - oblivious. Indulging is too tempting and it eats at them, and the girl watches with far too much <i>excitement</i> at seeing her plan play out. A devilish fire ignites within her eyes as the rabbit finishes and paces off, only to convulse and fall to the grass underneath them. A swift leap to her feet and she bounds forward, eagerly approaching with a certain giddiness at the fact she as succeeding. The rabbit convulses at her paws, muscles twitching as death wraps around the neck of the brown creature, suffocating it from inside. It suffers so obviously, a pain that she could put out - but she does not, and only when the final shudder of tension leaves its lifeless body does she move.
Grabbing it, she gloats in her stance as she makes way back home, pleased to be returning with something of use, and not empty paws that should be turned away for not being of use. Her gaze glimmers in devious intent as the scene of the rabbit plays over and over in her head, entertaining her on her journey back.
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