Vesta
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Age | Unsure - believes herself to be 23-24 years old.
Race | Half-elf
Height | 5’2”
Hair | light, dirty blonde
Eyes | grey
Physique | small, not muscular, lithe
Occupation | Herbalist
Appearance | rag-tag and unkempt, Vesta is never without her white wolf pelt. She killed it herself and was so proud when she learned how to make it - she wears it most of the time, for warmth, for comfort. With it she is often wearing leathers, because they are fast and convenient and they are all she has. The newfound wealth the Inquisition has afforded her has her amazed and hesitant, as do many factors of the Inquisition. She is enamored by fine jewels and dresses and feels like they are beautiful but they would never suit her.
Combat | Vesta fights primarily by bolstering her fists with magic, typically lightning. She's better at running away from combat than anything else and while she can fight and does not mind doing so, she is skittish and easily frightened. If she thinks her life is on the line she'll bolt, but she is much more apt to stay and fight for someone else or for a cause. She is sloppy and illtrained in anything that is more than a basic fist fight and does not respond well to orders or commands.
Weapons| Can use a bow for hunting if need be.
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Personality | Vesta is wild - she is untamed, no manners, horrible with social cues. The Inquisition makes her nervous and she does not trust it entirely; it seems intangible and far away to her and that it would be impossible for them to believe in her as much as they say. Bonds feel horrible to her and she is easily jealous of her sister, whose life she views as 'easier' than her own. This makes her rather spiteful towards Cressida but that is a defense mechanism for her loneliness. Feels abandoned by her family and resentful towards her deceased mother. However, Vesta's naivete, despite the hardship she has faced, and her passion lend itself to the other points of charisma she lacks.
Likes | Adventure, nature, thunderstorms, horses, baubles, 'fine things', cooking, swimming and potion making (herbalism)
Dislikes | Spirits, magic, other mages, other people at large, the Chantry, Templars, restraint, prejudices and bigotry
Positive Traits | passionate - bold - excitable - adventurous - loyal
Neutral Traits | guarded - impatient - reckless - skittish - lonely - naive
Negative Traits | Vengeful - quick tempered - insecure - undisciplined - distrustful
Bio | Lived with her mother across the land, to keep her out of circle. Separated from her sister at a young age, she has very few memories of a time before magic presented itself in the twins. Her mother remarried an Avvar-exile from the Stone-Bear Hold. Vesta learned potion making from her mother, but the pair often had to turn to unsavory means to get by - especially after her mother had passed when she was sixteen.
Both her step father and mother were murdered by blood mages in the middle of the night.
Scrounging around and making a living through any means necessary, Vesta is hard-edged and broken. A temple of thorns to protect a soft, damaged interior. Any dreams she might have had of a better life seem far off and squandered, crushed by circumstance and the unfortunate nature of her magic, kept hidden and quiet. She carries a large amount of distrust and anxiousness towards others, always expects them to want something out of her rather than any genuine interest.
After the deaths of her small family, she does trade with the nearby Avvar clan of the Barren Sea-Lake. Vesta finds herself at the Temple of Sacred Ashes due to a promise of coin rather than on a whim, a twist of fate that ends up garnering her a burning hole in her hand and a surprise reintroduction with her estranged sister and subsequently the Inquisition.
Keeps a journal and is very proud of the fact she can indeed read and write, despite what people might think. Draws, keeps a lot of thoughts in her journal, she holds it very dear to her.
Race | Half-elf
Height | 5’2”
Hair | light, dirty blonde
Eyes | grey
Physique | small, not muscular, lithe
Occupation | Herbalist
Appearance | rag-tag and unkempt, Vesta is never without her white wolf pelt. She killed it herself and was so proud when she learned how to make it - she wears it most of the time, for warmth, for comfort. With it she is often wearing leathers, because they are fast and convenient and they are all she has. The newfound wealth the Inquisition has afforded her has her amazed and hesitant, as do many factors of the Inquisition. She is enamored by fine jewels and dresses and feels like they are beautiful but they would never suit her.
Combat | Vesta fights primarily by bolstering her fists with magic, typically lightning. She's better at running away from combat than anything else and while she can fight and does not mind doing so, she is skittish and easily frightened. If she thinks her life is on the line she'll bolt, but she is much more apt to stay and fight for someone else or for a cause. She is sloppy and illtrained in anything that is more than a basic fist fight and does not respond well to orders or commands.
Weapons| Can use a bow for hunting if need be.
ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ
Personality | Vesta is wild - she is untamed, no manners, horrible with social cues. The Inquisition makes her nervous and she does not trust it entirely; it seems intangible and far away to her and that it would be impossible for them to believe in her as much as they say. Bonds feel horrible to her and she is easily jealous of her sister, whose life she views as 'easier' than her own. This makes her rather spiteful towards Cressida but that is a defense mechanism for her loneliness. Feels abandoned by her family and resentful towards her deceased mother. However, Vesta's naivete, despite the hardship she has faced, and her passion lend itself to the other points of charisma she lacks.
Likes | Adventure, nature, thunderstorms, horses, baubles, 'fine things', cooking, swimming and potion making (herbalism)
Dislikes | Spirits, magic, other mages, other people at large, the Chantry, Templars, restraint, prejudices and bigotry
Positive Traits | passionate - bold - excitable - adventurous - loyal
Neutral Traits | guarded - impatient - reckless - skittish - lonely - naive
Negative Traits | Vengeful - quick tempered - insecure - undisciplined - distrustful
Bio | Lived with her mother across the land, to keep her out of circle. Separated from her sister at a young age, she has very few memories of a time before magic presented itself in the twins. Her mother remarried an Avvar-exile from the Stone-Bear Hold. Vesta learned potion making from her mother, but the pair often had to turn to unsavory means to get by - especially after her mother had passed when she was sixteen.
Both her step father and mother were murdered by blood mages in the middle of the night.
Scrounging around and making a living through any means necessary, Vesta is hard-edged and broken. A temple of thorns to protect a soft, damaged interior. Any dreams she might have had of a better life seem far off and squandered, crushed by circumstance and the unfortunate nature of her magic, kept hidden and quiet. She carries a large amount of distrust and anxiousness towards others, always expects them to want something out of her rather than any genuine interest.
After the deaths of her small family, she does trade with the nearby Avvar clan of the Barren Sea-Lake. Vesta finds herself at the Temple of Sacred Ashes due to a promise of coin rather than on a whim, a twist of fate that ends up garnering her a burning hole in her hand and a surprise reintroduction with her estranged sister and subsequently the Inquisition.
Keeps a journal and is very proud of the fact she can indeed read and write, despite what people might think. Draws, keeps a lot of thoughts in her journal, she holds it very dear to her.
