Aerith Whitevine

[Feyre Songe]

Aerith Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 22 Birthday: 24th Day of Winter, 493 AV Birthplace:Avanthal ☼ Appearance ☼ With an average height of five feet and three inches, she was merely a shadow among men. Her height had always hindered her, proving to be a great difficulty when undergoing trips into the cold. Having a petite stature, she was tiny, skinny, boney, etc. However, her body was the complete opposite of that. Many had the impression that she was weak and could not pull her weight. Alternatively if one was to truly look, her body was made for manual labor. Her body was toned with lean muscles, bordering on the athletic side but still retaining its femininity. It was also evident in her fair skin which was marked up with various scratches, bruises, scars, and much more. Regularly, she would wear the top half of her hair in a loose knot; her tendrils would float around the circumference of her head as they are too short to fit in the bun. These clumps of curls that sprung from her head appeared rather disorganized but when displayed in the sunlight one could see its true elegance. Waves of curls that brushed among on another, as if different shades of brown are playing some sort of game. Her round-shaped face though always remained bare to the public; he/she would be able to see every nook and cranny of her facial features. Having a fair skin tone with no embellishment, she may be considered an ingenue somehow. Although, her eyes always have a nasty habit of catching the eyes of another. Curious and mischievous; her auburn orbs peak from beneath her curled lashes paired with thick, defined eyebrows. ☾ Character Concept ☽ It would be very difficult as a stranger to get to know Aerith as she tends to be very quiet and reserved in the presence of others. In a public environment, where blank faces surround her, she holds back her ideas and opinions unless it is for those she is closest to. Nonetheless, she is kind, gentle, and sensitive. Her personality contains an unusually deep love for those she is closest to, where she would rather show her love through actions rather than words. Since young, Aerith has always had an interest in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness. Hence why she became heavily service oriented due to her desire to please others around her. Many would consider Aerith to be original and independent as she does not seek the help of others often and enjoys her personal space. With such a strange temperament, she values people who take the time to truly understand her in terms of the way she works. For those who choose not to do so see her uniqueness as a sign of care-free light-heartedness, even though she takes life very seriously. Aerithis an action-oriented individual. She is considered one of the 'doers' - learning best in a "hands-on" environment, becoming easily bored with traditional teaching methods which emphasize abstract thinking. Aerith dislikes impersonal analysis, where decisions are based strictly on logic; her values demanding that decisions should be evaluated via subjective beliefs rather than against objective rules or laws. ☁ Character History ☁ The truest beauty is found in wastelands, it is there that maybe you can find the beauty with open eyes. Though, she still couldn't understand this saying. Her skin was burned by the frost leaving scars behind, her hands almost raw. Aerith gave into the cold winter, succumbing to its great force. What beauty could there be in a monster that was shaped by the cold beast itself? Born on a day of destruction; a season where your hands were so cold you could not feel them. A little girl's first breath carried the burden of a curse. Her mother passed over when she was ripped out of her womb. She could almost distinctly remember the moment when she entered the world. The heat of her own pulse beneath her skin, the burst of red marks, speckles that laid over her entire body. Her father roared out in grief, the only sound that broke the ear-piercing silence that surrounded the room. Whilst her father cried out, she herself did not cry or wail - people took note of that. Her unexplainable silence wasn't her own peculiarity, nor were the russet flecks that emerged upon her skin. It was the thick cap of hair growing from her head, its rich auburn color. Also, her eyes were wide open, supposedly the mark of 'one set apart'. However, that was to be expected of a child born of a dead woman. Dreams constantly haunted her, she always knew that something would be waiting for her. Such creatures lurked amongst her head, waiting for the right moment. Though she still fed the creatures from her hand and in return he took her whole hand into his mouth and ate her alive. Aerith was consumed by darkness, if she was the result of her mother's death then she would be the result of another person's existence. Unable to face her family, she kept to herself whilst wrapped up in a large white cloth that covered her face. This white cloth had seen her from both her highest and lowest points, her only comfort and solace from wandering eyes. Going to the Menagerie was a common activity the women in her family like to do, much to Aerith's dismay. Whilst her aunts and sisters looked for the best meat, she hid behind the white cloth observing all of her peers. Sometimes she liked to stare at the young women who crowded in corners, whispering to each other secrets of mischief and youthfulness. Aerith only wanted to rip them apart for rubbing in her face the life that she could have had. Envious and angry, she hid behind her white cloth with a blank look. As she grew older, her family members began to alienate her more and more due to her peculiarities. Aerith did not fit in with the group, her appearance was too strange and her body language appeared too uninviting. She was not a child of theirs, just a body existing in a home for a selected period of time until they saw fit. From that moment she knew she had to work towards finding her own place where she could build herself up. Coming out of the darkness that surrounded her menacingly was probably the hardest thing she ever had to do. With no support, she had to find something that could help fix her marked soul. Aeirth decided that though she was in the weeds, she needed to look back into the history. She went back to the Whitevine Healing Center and requested to be trained to become a healer. Strange it was, the sound of her voice and to be in the place of her mother's death. Although, Aerith felt more stable and comforted by its atmosphere than she had ever felt in her entire life growing up. She worked under Seiled Whitevine, the Head Doctor and Healer of the Healing Center. She always found that his temperamental behavior a bit intimidating, yet his personality had always motivated her to be bigger than she could ever be. In the beginning, her personality was so closed off, it hindered her from progressing forward in her job. She had to accept her circumstances and embrace it with open arms before she could proceed. It was a certain desire to please others and also to please herself that drove her to where she is today. Slowly but surely, her cold nature turned into a meek/mild personality that poured out endless amounts of care and love to those in need. With the help of her mentor Seiled, his ability to adapt easily to others' humor he was able to crack her walls. It was difficult for her to earn the respect of him as she seemed like someone who wasn't equipped to do the job. Yet Aerith still pushed the boundaries to show him that she was capable of doing something more than anyone else expected of her. Aerith knew that she would never be able to win his full respect or even begin to see some sort of a personal side of him. But just being able to be herself in a such a strange environment was enough for her.   Language Fluent Language: Vani Basic Language: Common Poor Language: N/A   Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Anthropology +15 pts (SP) 15 pts Novice Herbalism +15 pts (SP) 20 pts Novice Foraging +15 pts (SP) 15 pts Novice Disguise +15 pts (RB) 15 pts Novice   Lores Lore of Religion: Morwen Lore of Avanthal Geography   Possessions - Simple Shirt (White) - Simple Pants (Khaki) -Simple Undergarments (Black) -- Simple Cloak (White) - Simple Boots (Black) - 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) - Brush (Bone) - Soap - Razor - Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) - 1 eating knife - Flint & Steel - 100 Kina - Heirloom: Necklace (Worth 35 GM)   Heirloom   Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Mizas 100 Mizas   Housing 1 basic 20x20 Arvinta in a Hold with a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and small table. Thread List