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Vinn S 'veldt
Appearance
History
Name: Vinn Ecestal S'veldt
Race: Mixed Blood
(Half Symenestra, Half Vantha)
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 142 lbs
Age: 23 years old
Date of Birth: 92nd of Winter, 490 AV
Profession: Tattoo Artist
Current Location: Lhavit
Race: Mixed Blood
(Half Symenestra, Half Vantha)
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 142 lbs
Age: 23 years old
Date of Birth: 92nd of Winter, 490 AV
Profession: Tattoo Artist
Current Location: Lhavit
Theme :
Appearance
Vinn has always despised the traditional feminine look. One day when she was a young teenager, she decided to chop off all her hair where it remains today; short and messy, resembling the appearance as if a razor dragged itself through. The colour of her hair is naturally a platinum blond, so vibrant that it is mistakenly thought to be white. She has dyed it a darker shade of blonde; however, one large spot of white refuses to be coloured. Like a scar, it never fades and it will never heal, leaving her with a birth mark of sorts.
Her irises are a vivid purple, sitting on the borderline between violet, dark rose and deep purple. They always seem dull and uninviting and even darker in times of annoyance, but when she is put in her area of interest, they sparkle and shine.
Her skin tone is fair and unblemished besides the various tattoos and piercings that litter her body. She doesn’t resemble her mother or her father when it comes to the shade of her skin. She is neither tan nor pale, but a mix of the two.
She’s always wearing loose fitting clothing with the colour black somewhere on her person. Although she is a colourful girl both physically and mentally, she favours dark colours over the more stunning ones. She likes to wear any cheap makeup she can get her hands on, but mostly she settles for black eyeliner or eye shadow.
She’s a slender woman with a medium frame, weighing in at around one hundred forty two pounds with a height of five foot eight. She has always been considered beautiful, her mother handing down the trait. She has average sized ears, semi-plump lips and a small nose. Below are pictures of the tattoos and piercings she bears:
Her irises are a vivid purple, sitting on the borderline between violet, dark rose and deep purple. They always seem dull and uninviting and even darker in times of annoyance, but when she is put in her area of interest, they sparkle and shine.
Her skin tone is fair and unblemished besides the various tattoos and piercings that litter her body. She doesn’t resemble her mother or her father when it comes to the shade of her skin. She is neither tan nor pale, but a mix of the two.
She’s always wearing loose fitting clothing with the colour black somewhere on her person. Although she is a colourful girl both physically and mentally, she favours dark colours over the more stunning ones. She likes to wear any cheap makeup she can get her hands on, but mostly she settles for black eyeliner or eye shadow.
She’s a slender woman with a medium frame, weighing in at around one hundred forty two pounds with a height of five foot eight. She has always been considered beautiful, her mother handing down the trait. She has average sized ears, semi-plump lips and a small nose. Below are pictures of the tattoos and piercings she bears:
Tattoos and Piercings :
Personality
Vinn is a woman of many different attributes, some often coinciding with one another. She can waver between friendly and nasty, but often tends to be hovering in the middle. She’s a very stubborn and rebellious individual. Her independence and standoffishness pose her as a very reclusive person, untrusting of others and defiant when faced with authority. She can be hot tempered, always demanding for her own opinions to be heard.
She likes to be different from everyone else and shows this not only through her fashion choices but through her actions and words. She’s creative, inventive and unique and is tenacious in proving those traits. She has always not had much empathy for others, but when it comes to others’ opinions and ideas, she is always open to listen to what they have to say, occasionally throwing in her own two cents. She isn’t one for friends, and will try to wiggle out of relationships.
She has been described as being a one night stand kind of girl, her sexual interests being in the same gender. Vinn is adventurous and loves to face danger, taking risks all too frequently.
She also has a loud imaginative side, however, which she uses much more often. She loves to draw and paint and let her emotions spill out onto anything she can get her hands on whether it is paper, the sides of buildings or through the words that leave her lips.
When she is put in her area of expertise, she becomes an entirely different person full of inspiration. Her mind leaves her for the time being as her heart shows what she is deep on the inside through the art she creates.
However, when she isn’t making art, she tends to be the stubborn, defiant and rebellious person she always is.
She loves to drink and can often be found in a tavern or at a bar sitting and laughing next to the largest and loudest group there. She also has a fondness for smoking, and seldom does with the clay pipe she had handed down to her from her grandfather.
Overall, she's a well rounded woman with flaws and perfections abound, but once you really get to know her and once she lets you open her up like the book with a lock she usually is, she's a relatively easy person to hang out with.
She likes to be different from everyone else and shows this not only through her fashion choices but through her actions and words. She’s creative, inventive and unique and is tenacious in proving those traits. She has always not had much empathy for others, but when it comes to others’ opinions and ideas, she is always open to listen to what they have to say, occasionally throwing in her own two cents. She isn’t one for friends, and will try to wiggle out of relationships.
She has been described as being a one night stand kind of girl, her sexual interests being in the same gender. Vinn is adventurous and loves to face danger, taking risks all too frequently.
She also has a loud imaginative side, however, which she uses much more often. She loves to draw and paint and let her emotions spill out onto anything she can get her hands on whether it is paper, the sides of buildings or through the words that leave her lips.
When she is put in her area of expertise, she becomes an entirely different person full of inspiration. Her mind leaves her for the time being as her heart shows what she is deep on the inside through the art she creates.However, when she isn’t making art, she tends to be the stubborn, defiant and rebellious person she always is.
She loves to drink and can often be found in a tavern or at a bar sitting and laughing next to the largest and loudest group there. She also has a fondness for smoking, and seldom does with the clay pipe she had handed down to her from her grandfather.
Overall, she's a well rounded woman with flaws and perfections abound, but once you really get to know her and once she lets you open her up like the book with a lock she usually is, she's a relatively easy person to hang out with.
History
Vinn’s history in her own words:
“So you’re interested in my history, huh? You want to know how devastating and sorrowful my background is? Where I came from and how I turned out the way I am today? Well, I’ll tell you, but without the tears and the whines. And I’ll tell you how it all happened even before I was born. Let’s start there- before I was born.
My mother was a Symenestra who lived in the depths of the city of Kalinor. Pretty cool, eh? She had a rich father who was well known about his people. Her mother was also very popular amongst the ladies. The two were very happy with one another, but disapproved of their daughter.
One day, my mother had caught sight of a young man of Vantha heritage one day while she was lurking about on the outskirts of the city. He was handsome and tall with dashing green eyes that shifted with every mood change. She told me it was love at first sight, right? And that she would forever be happy in her arms for as long as they knew each other? Well, it didn’t turn out to be all that easy. The man she loved didn’t know she existed, and frankly, he feared the spider people.
She tried her best to work up the courage to go and talk to him, but she always doubted herself until one day she accidentally made a noise when she was watching him. She was behind a tree, before stepping on a branch and tripping over a root. She feel face first and embarrassed herself, and the man noticed. Instead of running away in fear like she had expected, he laughed at her. He couldn’t help it, he just laughed.
He helped her up after he was done and the two began to talk. Apparently, from my mother’s side of the story, she didn’t think he knew who she was and where she came from. From my father’s side of the story, however, he knew what she was, but was open minded and decided to wait and see what was going to happen.
The two decided to talk and share secrets, meeting secretly after dark every other day. Soon it was every day until the love grew so strong that my mother got pregnant with me. Smart move, huh? She was only around seventeen before she gave birth to me. She never told her parents about the man and before they could know she was holding a baby, she left the city to never return.
She raised me in Alvadas, conning people out of their money and belongings. She was a thief and urged me to help her, but I rejected her offer. I didn’t want to be that type of person no matter how much I didn’t like others.
I’m not sure why I turned out the way I am now. I just had a natural disinterest in other people. I was always pessimistic, but creative and inventive in my own unique way. I loved art from the moment I was able to pick up a stick of charcoal and smudge my fingers around a piece of paper. It was something I became so passionate about.
My mother never told me all that much about my father. When I was very little he would come and go, checking up on her and myself every now and then. But one day he just stopped coming by altogether. It caused my mother a lot of grief and pain, and I think that’s what made her turn to thievery. She wanted to take her anger and sadness out on other people. That, or she was just a vagik in general.
I continued to draw and paint throughout my childhood, exploring and risking for adventure all the while. I had a knack for getting myself into all sorts of trouble both physically and verbally. I was never close to my mother, and honestly, I didn’t really like her. She acted so immature and often neglected me, unlike how a real mother shouldn’t.
Finally when I was old enough, I decided to leave Alvadas to travel to Lhavit. Why Lhavit you ask? I don’t have an answer for you, because I really don’t know. It just came to me one day, and I was so eager to leave and get away from my mother that I just up and said, “Mum, I’m leaving,” and I did just that. I didn’t even glance over my shoulder. I packed up all my artistic equipment, gathered some clothing and made sure to travel with some buddies I had made from when I was younger.
I travelled for the longest time, almost getting eaten by a bear. One day I swear that goose knew me as its enemy in a past life, because the moment it laid its eyes on me, it flew right in my face and started attacking.
Thankfully I escaped that situation and ended up seeing the crystalline towers of my destination.
I parted ways with my buddies and walked through those big, old gates into the city where I would start my new life in. It was amazing and although I still remember my mother and my past life in Alvadas, I never think about it for two long before shifting my attention to something of more importance.
And so here I am, lazily hanging out with the people of Lhavit. Pretty boring, right? There’s nothing special to it. I’m just another average day person with average aspirations. Although, I’m different and unique in my own way and don’t you forget it."
“So you’re interested in my history, huh? You want to know how devastating and sorrowful my background is? Where I came from and how I turned out the way I am today? Well, I’ll tell you, but without the tears and the whines. And I’ll tell you how it all happened even before I was born. Let’s start there- before I was born.
My mother was a Symenestra who lived in the depths of the city of Kalinor. Pretty cool, eh? She had a rich father who was well known about his people. Her mother was also very popular amongst the ladies. The two were very happy with one another, but disapproved of their daughter.
One day, my mother had caught sight of a young man of Vantha heritage one day while she was lurking about on the outskirts of the city. He was handsome and tall with dashing green eyes that shifted with every mood change. She told me it was love at first sight, right? And that she would forever be happy in her arms for as long as they knew each other? Well, it didn’t turn out to be all that easy. The man she loved didn’t know she existed, and frankly, he feared the spider people.
She tried her best to work up the courage to go and talk to him, but she always doubted herself until one day she accidentally made a noise when she was watching him. She was behind a tree, before stepping on a branch and tripping over a root. She feel face first and embarrassed herself, and the man noticed. Instead of running away in fear like she had expected, he laughed at her. He couldn’t help it, he just laughed.
He helped her up after he was done and the two began to talk. Apparently, from my mother’s side of the story, she didn’t think he knew who she was and where she came from. From my father’s side of the story, however, he knew what she was, but was open minded and decided to wait and see what was going to happen.The two decided to talk and share secrets, meeting secretly after dark every other day. Soon it was every day until the love grew so strong that my mother got pregnant with me. Smart move, huh? She was only around seventeen before she gave birth to me. She never told her parents about the man and before they could know she was holding a baby, she left the city to never return.
She raised me in Alvadas, conning people out of their money and belongings. She was a thief and urged me to help her, but I rejected her offer. I didn’t want to be that type of person no matter how much I didn’t like others.
I’m not sure why I turned out the way I am now. I just had a natural disinterest in other people. I was always pessimistic, but creative and inventive in my own unique way. I loved art from the moment I was able to pick up a stick of charcoal and smudge my fingers around a piece of paper. It was something I became so passionate about.
My mother never told me all that much about my father. When I was very little he would come and go, checking up on her and myself every now and then. But one day he just stopped coming by altogether. It caused my mother a lot of grief and pain, and I think that’s what made her turn to thievery. She wanted to take her anger and sadness out on other people. That, or she was just a vagik in general.
I continued to draw and paint throughout my childhood, exploring and risking for adventure all the while. I had a knack for getting myself into all sorts of trouble both physically and verbally. I was never close to my mother, and honestly, I didn’t really like her. She acted so immature and often neglected me, unlike how a real mother shouldn’t.
Finally when I was old enough, I decided to leave Alvadas to travel to Lhavit. Why Lhavit you ask? I don’t have an answer for you, because I really don’t know. It just came to me one day, and I was so eager to leave and get away from my mother that I just up and said, “Mum, I’m leaving,” and I did just that. I didn’t even glance over my shoulder. I packed up all my artistic equipment, gathered some clothing and made sure to travel with some buddies I had made from when I was younger.
I travelled for the longest time, almost getting eaten by a bear. One day I swear that goose knew me as its enemy in a past life, because the moment it laid its eyes on me, it flew right in my face and started attacking.
Thankfully I escaped that situation and ended up seeing the crystalline towers of my destination.I parted ways with my buddies and walked through those big, old gates into the city where I would start my new life in. It was amazing and although I still remember my mother and my past life in Alvadas, I never think about it for two long before shifting my attention to something of more importance.
And so here I am, lazily hanging out with the people of Lhavit. Pretty boring, right? There’s nothing special to it. I’m just another average day person with average aspirations. Although, I’m different and unique in my own way and don’t you forget it."
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Vinn's grandfather has handed down a clay pipe from the many generations before him. Eventually, Vinn was given the instrument with warning. It is something she treasures until this day.
