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✣ Name: Tove- Birth Name unknown
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Race: Kelvic (LaPerm)
✣ DoB: 5th of Spring. 517av
✣ Height: 5'8
✣ Weight:127lbs
✣ Housing: A poor apartment in the Sunset Quarter
✣ Occupation: Information Broker 9gm/Per Day (With competent intelligence)
✣ Gnosis: N/A
✣ Allignment: Neutural
✣ Religion:
- Akajia - Night, Shadows, Darkness, Secrets, Stealth (Goddess)
Looks
"There is no such thing as beauty without imperfection"
Tove is neither exceptionally breath-taking nor horrifically unsightly, she simply looks like a girl without the luxury of comfortable living. The girl is pale, often appearing tired due to the deep-set bags that make their home just below her eyes. Small scrapes and bruises cover her arms and knees. A thin layer of dirt and grime often clings to her like a second skin only to be vigorously washed away in the night. Her body is lithe, moving with the natural grace of a feline. With time and effort, such a body can be trained to become rather flexible...but Tove sadly has neither of those things to waste.
The girl's only notable features are those of which she inherited from her feline form. Pale blue eyes seem to hide curiosity, her pupils shifting with her mood, though in a far less extreme way than that of her cat form. Wild curls fall just past her shoulder, often pulled back into tight ponytails that never keep their form. The curls are untamed, frizzy and plagued with split ends.
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Character Concept
With the newfound freedom away from the chains, Tove doesn't really know what to do, almost as if it's too much freedom for her to feel comfortable. A loner at heart, Tove enjoys being the type people forget about. A natural distrust of people pushes others away, but it's better to be alive with no friends than dead with many. Curious by nature, she often partakes in people watching, learning the mannerisms of those that pass her, though this is done in her animal form to keep from provoking suspicion. When she isn't eavesdropping on unsuspecting strangers, she is often found laying about lazily due to boredom. Seclusion keeps her from being thrown in social situations, but when forced into them she will naturally look for an escape.Background
Tove was born in chains, knowing from a young age that her life was not her own, belonging to whoever had the coin to pay for it. Sadly, many thought she would never be bought, illness having plagued the girl since mere weeks after birth. The slavers began to worry, not about the girl, but about the lack of Mizas she would bring in. They acted quickly, placing a less expensive price tag on her life in hopes that someone would buy her.Tove met a woman by the name of Lucille during the summer of 517 AV, being introduced to her by a slaver trying to get the woman to buy her. A strong sweet scent followed the woman, who had clearly lived through the prime of her life, like a thick cloud that touched the noses of anyone walking by her. Long grey hair was pulled back into intricate braids that framed her face in a flattering way. Despite all these notable features, there was one thing that stood out about Lucille. The tattoos that covered her wrinkled body like a second skin. Some had aged with her flesh, appearing as mere inky blobs of dark ink, others managed to keep their shape, which consisted of intricate pattern that had integrated themselves into her flesh as much as the sun-kissed pigmentation that rests below them.
Lucille ended up purchasing the Kelvic child, nursing her back to health for the first few weeks after the purchase. It became very apparent that Lucille wasn't the typical elderly woman, her attitude being neither stern nor sweet like many of the elders Tove had observed. Lucille had the mouth of a seasoned sailor, the attitude of a rowdy young woman, and the alcohol tolerance of a drunk. She was an avid storyteller, constantly assuming Tove wished to know of her many adventures, lovers, enemies, and everything in between. Despite the lack of asking, Tove was very intrigued by these stories, which later sparked an interest in people watching within the girl. At times, it seemed as if Lucille merely bought the girl in order to tell stories, as well as having someone to put her to bed when the alcohol began to disorient her mind.
Of course, no man nor woman lives forever, even those who have millions of stories left to tell. Lucille's age and bad habits began to catch up with her rapidly with no mercy. Rather than living out the rest of her days surrounded by nurses, Lucille decided the best course of action was to share some of the many stories she had left, as well as spending the last of her late night's neck deep in booze.
Tove would spend these days either curled up on a couch listening to Lucille's stories whilst in her animal form or cleaning up messes that had been caused by Lucille's drunken fits. The night of Lucille's demise was a time of heartbreak for Tove. Lucille had told stories that morning, drank once the sun went down, everything had seemed normal. Then, Lucille simply stopped breathing, and to Tove, it was a far too simple thing. Someone who had been anything but simple had simply ceased to exist in this life. It was all very distressing.
Freedom is an all-too-real concept now. The freedom to be who you wish to be, do what you want to do, it's all very overwhelming. More scared and curious than ever, Tove often finds herself in the shadows, watching those around her from afar. She cares little of stories regarding herself, she wants to learn the stories and mannerisms of those around her. Sunberth being the perfect place to study unique individuals.
Azcan
