Erienne Velrivven
Birth: 3rd of Fall, 498av
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Language: Common
City: Ravok
Residence: Tarsin's, poor room
Religion: Rhysol
Profession: Barmaid
Silver Sliver, 3gm/day
Quick Look: Short. Lean. Ebon-haired. Blue-eyed. Animated.
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Language: Common
City: Ravok
Residence: Tarsin's, poor room
Religion: Rhysol
Profession: Barmaid
Silver Sliver, 3gm/day
Quick Look: Short. Lean. Ebon-haired. Blue-eyed. Animated.
Erienne is a child of Ravok; born and raised within its borders, she can imagine no better place to live and, in fact, feels some small amount of pity for those unfortunate souls who are forced to reside elsewhere. Because of this, she will generally attempt to help non-citizens find their way through the sometimes challenging probationary period to citizenship. Though some outsiders just aren’t able to be helped; in those instances, Erienne’s loyalty is to Rhysol and Ravok, and she’s not above tipping off the authorities if she witnesses a non-citizen behaving in an inappropriate fashion.
Despite her love of city and deity, however, Erienne harbors a growing curiosity about life outside of Ravok; though she would not wish to live anywhere else, she would like to do a bit of traveling to see firsthand if her father’s stories are true - she just needs to find the right opportunity to go. For now, she rooms in the boarding house to be closer to the travelers - and their stories.
Despite her love of city and deity, however, Erienne harbors a growing curiosity about life outside of Ravok; though she would not wish to live anywhere else, she would like to do a bit of traveling to see firsthand if her father’s stories are true - she just needs to find the right opportunity to go. For now, she rooms in the boarding house to be closer to the travelers - and their stories.
Novice
5 | Persuasion | +5sp | ||
5 | Seduction | +5sp | ||
25 | Unarmed Combat | +10sp, +15rb |
Competent
30 | Dance | +30sp |
Expert
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Master
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Lore
002/100
Lore of Ravok: City Layout
Lore of Unarmed Combat: Leverage as a Weapon
Lore of Ravok: City Layout
Lore of Unarmed Combat: Leverage as a Weapon
Possessions
Heirloom: Mother's religious symbol, heavy silver pendant engraved with the symbol of Rhysol, hung on a long silver chain. Sometimes worn at its full length, but often looped double, to give the appearance of two shorter chains.
Simple dress, light grey
Simple undergarments, undyed
Simple cloak, grey
Simple boots, black
Undies, black (3)
Dress, linen, pink
Corset, black
Scarf, grey, embroidered, beaded
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
- 1 set of toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
- 1 eating knife
- Flint & steel
Simple dress, light grey
Simple undergarments, undyed
Simple cloak, grey
Simple boots, black
Undies, black (3)
Dress, linen, pink
Corset, black
Scarf, grey, embroidered, beaded
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
- 1 set of toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
- 1 eating knife
- Flint & steel
Ledger
+/- | Reason | Balance | ||
+100gm | Starting Coin | 100gm | ||
+500gm | Housing Cash-In | 600 | ||
-2gm, 6sm, 7cm | Pre-Creation Purchases | 597gm, 4sm, 3cm | ||
-24gm | Rent to Tarsin's Fall 518AV, poor room | 573gm, 4sm, 3cm | ||
-135gm | Living Expenses Fall 518AV | 438gm, 4sm, 3cm |
Interested: Dance. Secrets. Travel.
Bored: Quiet. Inactivity.
Personality: Spoiled. Inquisitive. Energetic. Dramatic. Impatient. Driven. Impulsive.
Bored: Quiet. Inactivity.
Personality: Spoiled. Inquisitive. Energetic. Dramatic. Impatient. Driven. Impulsive.
Erienne was born to Rahelle, a native of Ravok, and Mirk, a traveling performer from Alvadas. The two met, and fell in love, although Rahelle refused to leave her beloved Ravok and take up the life of a traveler. Rather, Mirk undertook to become a citizen of Ravok, abandoning his wandering ways and becoming a convincing, if not entirely genuine follower of Rhysol for love of Rahelle. The two were married and enjoyed several seasons of unsullied happiness and Erienne was born soon after. But what should have been a time of great happiness was instead stained with tragedy, as Rahelle died in childbirth.
Surprisingly, this was the catalyst that spawned Mirk's true faith in Rhysol. Rather than becoming bitter at the loss of his young bride, he was thankful that his newborn child would grow up within the safe confines of the God's city. With this gratitude in mind, Mirk turned the full focus of his devotion to his newborn daughter, setting a powerful example of faith in Rhysol for her to follow.
Erienne's youth was a brilliant mix of worship and stories told by her father, of the life of a traveler and the interesting places that existed outside the safety of Ravok. Being from Alvadas, City of Illusions, many of the stories Mirk told were fantastically unbelievable and, though Erienne was charmed by them, she always wondered how much was truth and how much was due to her father’s sense of whimsy and imagination. Still, he painted a brilliant picture of life ‘outside’ and as she grew, Erienne found herself more and more curious about what lay in the world beyond the one she knew.
Surprisingly, this was the catalyst that spawned Mirk's true faith in Rhysol. Rather than becoming bitter at the loss of his young bride, he was thankful that his newborn child would grow up within the safe confines of the God's city. With this gratitude in mind, Mirk turned the full focus of his devotion to his newborn daughter, setting a powerful example of faith in Rhysol for her to follow.
Erienne's youth was a brilliant mix of worship and stories told by her father, of the life of a traveler and the interesting places that existed outside the safety of Ravok. Being from Alvadas, City of Illusions, many of the stories Mirk told were fantastically unbelievable and, though Erienne was charmed by them, she always wondered how much was truth and how much was due to her father’s sense of whimsy and imagination. Still, he painted a brilliant picture of life ‘outside’ and as she grew, Erienne found herself more and more curious about what lay in the world beyond the one she knew.
"Silently I dance a dance of chaos to the rhythm of a dying sun."