BASIC INFORMATION. ◊ Name: Vanessa Silverhand ◊ Nickname: V ◊ Age: 26 ◊ Gender: Female ◊ Race: Ailor / heartland ceardian / brannon SKILL INFORMATION. Total Points: 50 skill points, 10 hobby points, 5 brannon boost ◊13 sword ◊15 shield (+5 boost) ◊18 sorcery (6 spells) ◊9 metallurgy (3 packs) ◊4 painting (4 hobby) ◊4 dancing (4 hobby) ◊2 writing (2 hobby) Body Shape ◊35 physical stat (capped) ◊Muscular body shape ◊Average body fat Languages ◊ Common(native) - 10/10 ◊ Picaron(learned in Carentot during knight training) - 4/10 Special Traits/Spells/Mutations ◊Metallurgy: Armor Metallurgy ◊Metallurgy: Iron Family Metallurgy ◊Metallurgy: Ailor Family Metallurgy ◊Racial: Great Force 1 ◊Racial: Gate Smash 1 ◊Racial: Bunker Down 1 ◊Sorcery: Casting Light 1 ◊Sorcery: Magic Sight 1 ◊Sorcery: Magic Sight 2 ◊Sorcery: Element Brand 3 ◊Sorcery: Element Control 1 ◊Sorcery: Power Curse 3 VISUAL INFORMATION. ◊Eye Color: cyan - increased to a bright and solid, completely eye encompassing colour and glow, through magic sight 1 ◊Hair Color: platinum ◊Hair Style: long, flowing down the back and the front of the shoulders ◊Skin Color: alabaster pink ◊Clothing: orderly, but somewhat contained, like a cloak-shrouded robe or brigandine ◊Height: 6´2 / 188 PERSONAL INFORMATION. Option Two: The Core List ◊Alignment: Neutral Good Though closely bordering with the lawful variant, the relative bubble of the Kintyr and Ceardia regions developed Vanessa to be able to act on her intent in situations where it far outweighed the consequences of going against the norm or the regime.◊Personality: ENFJ, the Protagonist Driven by constant search for greater purpose, Vanessa can easily get carried away by greater than life events, especially if they have an unsolvable problem or threads that need vowing. This also keeps her occupied on a day to day basis, fixing up the little things in finding of the ultimate.◊Religion: Unionism, 9/10 The Silvershroud sect and Kintyr angelism influences are what settle a devout core to Vanessa, attained through lifelong purpose with the Wards of the Fae. The professors and knights of Kintyr have set a solid base for faith in securing good will, but who ascend to the heights of her faith are those winged. Life Story (Required) ◊ Vanessa was born in a run-down blacksmith's workshop in Norrford, Dragenthal. Her father had, for the most part, given up on life and only sought the bare minimum of it. He was the sole proper blacksmith of the shop, but even at a lack of practical skill, Vanessa's mother claimed the workload best she could - ledgers, trade, and similar. ◊ The first seven years of Vanessa's life were simple and not too troublesome, thanks to her mother, who kept the family's eldest drunkard's antics at bay. He did often put his daughter to assistance in the workshop, however. He did so with a careless practicality, one that kept the young kid feeling a longing for waking worriless, or at least without feeling the coal in her throat. ◊ As Vanessa's seventh birthday neared, the situation had only gotten worse. Her father was dealing with heavy, long orders of weapons from the militia mistakenly signed by his wife, so his outbursts of unhappiness further put the young Vanessa at unrest, which in turn led to an even more frequent escapism - running out to the streets to spy on holy missionaries and learn their stories. ◊ To the child's surprise, one day she was woken up much earlier than usual, when it was still a deep nightfall. Her mother explained there was a carriage waiting outside, stuffed with the gold from the accidental military orders of weapons, enough so to travel to a place of Vanessa's choice, but so long as it was one Vanessa would feel could become a better home. ◊ Too young and excited at the prospect of seeing Carentot and the Wards of the Fae and their Arthairian knights in person, Vanessa only managed to explode in cries of thanks - her mother was the one to quickly usher her to silence and into the carriage, fearing the blacksmith's odds of awaking from his slumber at this ruckus and putting a stop to the trip. ◊ From that day on, Vanessa's life was a day at a time of reaching for more. She reached Carentot and presented her recites of faith, even offering the masters a one-girl play of Arthair's venture into some shadowy woods. From the exact day of Vanessa's departure from her home, it was pure, unadulterated drive to have something to stand up to, and she certainly wouldn't let anyone say no to it. ◊ The years with the Fae blew by. Since Vanessa rushed through any and all training and tasks given, the Faes only kept granting more to fill up the days, which in turn made the daylight and nighttime whirl around and interchange like a flickering flash of a candle in wind. And through her exhaustive efforts, she learned so much in so little time. ◊ Vanessa was quick to take up the arcane spotlights of being with the winged myths - an understanding that in a realm like this, powers that make you see through a blindfold and walking on water are not only extremely valued, but could be put on equal weight with faith itself, like a tapestry of prayer and magic, all the spells she were taught were accompanied by Spirit's worthy incantations. ◊ Yet even muttering or screaming words of plight didn't save her from bruises in a pit of mud with wooden swords and shields. The one thing Vanessa wasn't naturally gifted at, like public speaking, naming her thoughts to a crowd, or focusing light within her eyes just through a set of prayer. But, she wasn't one to let that stop her - no, here she found real perseverance. ◊ Getting beat down and standing up was then what built up her common days, all the way to adulthood. Even outside of formal sessions, Vanessa put in her best efforts to pick fights with the better of the Fae students, just to feel the sense of not yet being the best in the room, or rather, the entire town. ◊ At 21, Vanessa's training at the Wards of Fae had concluded, and unsurprisingly to herself, she hadn't yet found her calling despite doing all she could, every day, for fourteen years without rest - unless you'd call the Carentot chess club a peaceful time. In this realisation of needing to rush ahead to find the real thing, Vanessa took off on a trail of assignments for the Silvershroud. ◊ Silvershroud, a sect that gave her a new last name, to join a family of 'Silverhands', magical paladins whose roots did not meet the grandiose of their calling, and lift her feet off the ground of whatever her common ceardian family name was. With a new name and a new self, Vanessa Silverhand went off into the world. ◊ For a time, she zig-zagged through the outskirts of Regalia in best efforts to feel out as to whether this calling was truly in this place. And with the help of other minds, it dawned upon her that it could certainly be one of the keys for her purpose.