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− | + | Vesna awoke on the cusp of a day ceding to twilight, balanced on two feet, standing beneath the arches of Limsa Lominsa with nothing but the high-quality armor she wore, the simple-yet-sturdy axe on her back, and a small sum of coin in her purse. <br><br> | |
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− | + | Roiling beneath her psyche, down into the depths of her core as answers slipped just out of her grasp, was an overpowering impulse to follow orders: Fight only to defend, help others, be kind, try not to drink too much and find… find...<br><br> | |
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− | + | The subsequent misdemeanors, near-deaths, successful missions, celebratory banquets and dances, wakes, heartbreaks, adventures, and friendships to follow once that first step was taken have done much to alter and richly fill the blank slate she had awoken to, some turn and a half ago. <br><br> | |
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− | + | Clues have surfaced along the way, disturbing and dangerous as they may be, to set her on the side-path of self-discovery. Why might this not be her first priority? Perhaps something more important gets the full sum of her very persistent attention… and that something is most certainly adventuring at the side of her friends and her beloved, who is someone so much more to her beyond that. <br><br> | |
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+ | What still lingers at the edge of her memory yet to be discovered? What mystery may be kept locked away just out of her grasp? Whatever it is does not sway the confidence she maintains to accept responsibility for them, and most importantly, that she is not alone to do so. <br><br></div> | ||
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Revision as of 00:08, 17 February 2016
Vesna Novaar (Ves-nuh Noh-varr) - At first glance one would see the poised, athletic posture of a well-trained soldier amid pretty smiles, and prettier aesthetics. The girl’s agreeable manners and pleasant personality make her easy to be around in just about all company and she is ever eager to be helpful, obsessively doting on one singular person. An adventurer by trade, she spends her time conditioning for the next fight be it for leve or true adventure.
But there is an emptiness to her eyes the moment she looks away from interaction, when she is left to her own devices to wander thought and circumstance. Waiting. Patiently waiting for input. And when the heat of battle rises, pushing her beyond strained limits, there is a truth that blooms on those pretty features, a grimace where a smile once was, that tells you… someone discovered something very unique. Something that has never been done and only whispered about in half translated tomes and fantastic theories. Something that ought not be, yet defiantly does...
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