Name: Vanya Lindethiel
Aliases: Vanya
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 25
Profession: Adventurer / Spellslinger
Languages: Druidic / Common
Accent: When Vanya speaks, her voice is generally soft and low, unless she's angry, then it sounds like the growl of an animal about to pounce. If one were to describe her accent, it would be something akin to that of a native of the southeastern United States. She's a lot more intelligent than she lets on and her speech patterns reflect that most of the time. Only when she is extrememly serious or angry, does she speak in a manner befitting her extensive education. She often says what's on her mind as if the filter between her brain and her mouth has disengaged. If itÂ’s in her mind, itÂ’s out of her mouth.
Physical Information
Body build: Tall and thin with well-toned arms and legs
Skin type: smooth and silky
Hair style: Long and tosseled
Tattoos: none
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] golden blonde [b]Eyes:[/b] intense green [b]Skin:[/b] pale [/li]
Alignment: Neutral Good with a wild streak. (Although probably more accurately described as Wild Child with a Neutral Good streak)
Philosophy: Anything is possible, however, not everything is probable.
“It ain’t that hard to pretend to be a Ho, but I imagine really bein’ a Ho would make it damn near impossible to sleep nights.”
Deity/Beliefs: Only believes in the powers of nature and thinks men create gods in order to try to find answers from without. This keeps them from looking within which is where the truth really lies.
Personality:
Contemplative most the time, especially when adventuring with a group. But she has been told by those close to her that sometimes she’s “inappropriate.”
Additional Information
The filters that most people have between their brain and their mouth do not seem to work in Vanya, particularly when she’s tired or angry. The folks that raised her told her it was because of that time the still exploded when she was helping her father distill spirits. Vanya doesn’t remember the accident that caused her to lose the memory of her early childhood. Her earliest memories are of waking up in the woods with people gathered around her, calling her “Vanya.” They said they was kin, and she had no reason to doubt them. Besides they were nice enough and raised her like she was family, so what the hells.
She had to leave her home (what the hells was that place called again?) due to a series of unfortunate events.
She never met a man worth crying over save one. She shot him with an arrow that pierced his eyeball, penetrated his brain and then came halfway out the back of his skull. The sight made her more queasy than sad, but it was either cry or vomit, so she chose the former. (Truth be told, about an hour later, the latter became an issue.) It was self-defense, by the way, and she was acquitted of any wrong-doing.
Even so, sometimes when she's meditating or when she becomes contemplative, tears will fall and she doesn't seem to know why. She finds that it's damned inconvenient when in the company of other people because they have a bad habit of asking if she's alright, which of course, makes her not alright. Although, the meditation seems to temporarily re-engage her internal filters and for a little while, she's less "inappropriate."
Vanya often communicates with animal and tree spirits. It was this habit that caused the folks back home the most concern. The folks blamed this on the accident too, but Vanya does remember talking to the spirits even as a young child before the accident.
Gear: Long bow, Scimitar, Light Shield
Jewelry: silver ring on the second toe of her right foot - not readily visible because she wears boots. Recently received the gift of a silver locket with the likeness of an angel and the inscription that reads "I will always be with you ~ Vale"
Habbits/hobbies: Occasionally likes to smoke, have a drink at an inn with friends, play cards, and dance naked in the moonlight (although that last one is generally reserved as a spiritual practice more than a hobby.)
General Health: excellent health
Favorite Drink: Water from a waterfall, but homebrewed ale and distilled spirits run a close second.
Weaknesses: Tall, dark, and handsome men.