Race: Symenestra
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: 23, Spring, 495.
Appearance
Viridian, or Vi as she prefers to be called, stands at about the middle range of most Symenestra, close to 5'6 and weighs only 90 lbs. Her frame is thin, more bone than flesh and the tone of her skin is a very light, almost translucent, pale color such that her veins along the backs of her hands, and even along her forehead, can be seen through the thin layer. The girl's hair is closer to the color of cobwebs than actual silver, though in times of great vanity she may try to pretend it is a more luxurious silver tone than what it actually is. The strands fall to a little past her shoulders, and despite her best efforts she cannot get the straight locks to do offer more than the smallest bit of wave after many bells of work. The girl's pride and joy come in the form of her nails, black as pitch and ending in sharp points nearly an inch long. Like all of her race her nails are strong, unlike the fragile bones in her body, and Vi takes great pleasure in polishing and up keeping her nails so that they shine and reflect the light. She even keeps the nails of her toes slightly elongated, though not quite as long as those on her fingers. Because of this, however, she cannot wear thick shoes and more often than not chooses to go without.
Because of her pale skin and grey toned hair, Vi does not feel she looks good in much. She avoids colors as often as possible, as when placed next to her skin they all look strange and distorted to the girl. When she can she goes for grey tones in her clothing, darker or lighter or a mix makes little difference to her. She rarely wears shoes unless she is to go out in public, and even then she prefers thin sandals so that she can still climb if the need arises. Her clothing usually consists of pants and long sleeved shirts or tunics, and because of her nature as a Sym she often feels a need to cloak and hood herself before going out in public for fear of other citizens reaction to her race.
Viridian is not one for make up, or jewelry, or for anything which might indicate refinement. Until Spring of 514 Vi had never even worn a dress, and because of this she often feels that the things are silly and more a hindrance than anything. She prefers clothing which will give her freedom of movement rather than clad her in the latest fashions, and when she is forced to wear something more expensive or lady like she seems awkward and uncertain of herself. The girl tries to walk with her head held high, with her back straight, with confidence in her bearing, but after years of slavery and bending and bowing the Symenestra simply finds it against her nature now to act anything than what she is. She is a slave girl freed from bondage and thrown into a world so new to her it is almost too much for her to comprehend.
When she smiles, though in public that is not often, Vi cannot hide her fangs which show clearly what her true nature is. She despises the derogatory term "Widow" for her kind, but she cannot deny the truth in it. She knows what her kind is, what they have done, but she cannot fault them for it for to do so would be to fault herself.
PersonalityTimid and weak would not be how Viridian described herself. Perhaps cautious, fearful, or even realistic may be more apt descriptions of how she views herself and her own personality. As a slave you are broken and made to bend and bow to your master's whim, and while Vi may hold onto the strong will of her people she has come to accept that she has been cowed by her life though not broken by it. She cannot help but flinch at a raised hand or outraged voice, but she does not back down from threats or challenges. Though she is quick to try and sooth over any ill will toward her or to ease harsh words, she is not so easily threatened or frightened. Her personality is, at times, in contrast with what she has come to know and how she reacts in situations. She was never one for violence, after all what slave had the energy or will to be violent? She does not like fighting, both because of the harsh punishments that came from such acts and from the fact that her body is far too fragile for such things.
Vi does not consider herself attractive, and she has little to no interest in men in the least. She knows what happens to her kind when they get pregnant, and because she grew up outside of Kalinor she did not have the values of Symenestra culture pressed upon her. She does not want sexual contact in any way, and purposefully avoids it as often as possible. To her, sex and relationships are death. There is no other alternative, and to give herself over to someone would be the same in her mind as committing suicide.
Some say she is quiet or soft spoken, but in reality Vi has many opinions and thoughts that she simply chooses to keep to herself out of habit. Slaves are not usually permitted to voice opinions, and so it is only natural that Vi has become accustomed to holding her tongue lest she lose it completely.
Because of her life as a slave Vi has not experienced much of the world. She is curious, insightful, thoughtful and full of life and hope despite everything that has happened. In a way when she was freed she became a blank slate, ready to accept the world however it came because, in her mind, anything beyond slavery had to be better than her life before.
Character History
As a slave perhaps Vi's life was not as bad as it could have been, yet still it was not a life that any would willingly choose. Vi was born in slavery to a human mother, who of course died during the birth. Her entire life Vi has only known chains and servitude and has been taught from an early age what it means to do as she is told without question, and to never strike back against the master. She has been passed from one set of hands to the next her entire life, moving from place to place, sold here and there as an oddity, like a porciline doll for display or an exotic pet one uses to show off one's wealth and influence. Over time her natural talents and abilities as a Symenestra lead her to learn the arts of acrobatics as a way to please and entertain her various masters. She would often perform for her Master's private parties, swinging from the ceiling and performing acrobatic stunts for the crowds of the rich below, bolstering the master's reputation and solidifying his or her image as wealthy and entertaining.
In time Vi found herself in Ravok where she was once more sold to a new Master. It was here, in Ravok, that Vi received the name 'Viridian'. A joke of sorts as the man once had a pet lizard named Viridian who ate spiders daily. She hated the name, and when possible she shortened it to simply 'Vi'. The Master was not necessarily a bad master. He fed her from time to time, had her perform as most did, and kept her locked up and on display at the times he did not have a need for her. He was a foolish man however, and did not understand what it was he held in his company. He did not know that starving a Symenestra made their venom more potent. He had no idea that their bones were fragile and easily broken. He struck her from time to time, but never quite enough to cause lasting harm. He wanted her fit to perform at a moments notice after all. It was one night near mid spring that the man took his slave out, leading her on a leash as he liked to do to prove his dominance over her. He often insulted her, but Vi was used to it. Master's always insulted their slaves, their pets, before giving them a treat and telling them to beg and perform. It would have gone on long into the night had the man not been such a fool. He struck her for fun, as he did sometimes, and held her by her upper arms and shook her. It was a game he played, to see how long she lasted until she finally begged him to stop, pleaded to be released. This time however, Vi surprised herself. She did not mean to, it was an automatic reaction. He pulled her too close, shook her too hard... and she bit him. Her fangs extended, sinking deep into his upper arm. Perhaps it would not have been fatal if he had fed her as often as he should have, but it had been 3 days since her last meal and her venom was at its peak potency. He did not last long, and he died there that night in the alley. She didn't mean to, but in that moment her life changed forever. That is where her story began.
LanguageFluent Language: Common
Basic Language: Symenos
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