Vervara Rozthan
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| Gender | Female |
| Race | Hyur |
| Clan | Highlander |
| Citizenship | Somewhere |
| Place of Birth | Gridania |
| Nameday | 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon |
| Age | 26 |
| Guardian | Nymeia, the Spinner |
| Profession | Conjurer |
| Theme Song | Tiberoa |
Vervara Rozthan is a healer and doer of odd jobs. She mostly devotes herself to whatever cause she picks up and makes herself available to the friends and family that might need her assistance.
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Personality
During her childhood Vervara was, to all appearances, treated as if she were exactly like her brothers. Whether this was some sort of habit derived from a desire to shake off the very sexist environment her parents grew up in, or a simple attempt on her father's part to remain close to her while the Conjurer's Guild attempted to “steal” her from the family, it found Vervara growing up a quintessential tomboy. Though she has undoubtedly acquired a bulk order of feminine charm, it can almost be said that these traits were picked and purchased through a masculine filter, the “feminine” habits—or at least traits acted to a point of being habits—somehow meshing into a being that is at once pleasing to a chosen male companion, and suitable for a drinking buddy. Where women are concerned, Vervara has no trouble being herself around them and finds them very much appealing, but her unabashed demeanor often rubs other women the wrong way.
Initial contact with Vervara that is not wrapped up in the battlefield is invariably polite to the point she might sound more cultured than she is. This is perhaps a result of her homeschooling which was geared towards running the family shop. Her tutelage has found her with near to impeccable diction and manners, right down to proper enunciation. Once she is comfortable, and she can decide to get comfortable very quickly, she is hardly a stuffy sort.
Despite being a very passionate woman, Vervara has a certain fear of losing control that she cannot seem to shake as the years pass. She is certainly more comfortable in her skin after seeing the ways of the world, how things are not so cut and dry, but old habits die hard. As such, when outer stimuli has not coaxed her otherwise, she appears sedate, her smiles are muted, quiet, and there is a certain air about her that suggests she may just vanish. She doesn't find it difficult to remain this way, and indeed she does not think about it, but as any close friend or attractive stranger can attest, her confidence bubbles beneath the surface and, whether she feels inviting or ready for a standoff, it won't take much to unleash it. She is, after all, only hyur.
This aspect of her persona shows perhaps the most in her tendency to flirt. If Vervara finds someone attractive they will likely know immediately and friends are always fair game for a well meaning, if lewd, compliment. Often it seems as if nothing comes of these flirtations. Some who care to look might recognize the habit as a preemptive defense mechanism, used to disarm a stranger or otherwise that might be quick to anger or judge. It does not always work, and there have been many an Eorzean offended by her demeanor—whether before or after they find it amounts to nothing more than playfulness—but Vervara would rather live by “kill them with kindness” than tempt an inherent propensity towards rage.
By virtue of doing this herself, she expects something of the same from others, hence a dislike for those who give in to vices to a point past that which they can handle with a clear enough head. This might explain her own aversion to drinking. However, it should be remembered that very little in the world is pureply black and white; Vervara will partake of spirits when the time calls for it, and she would be a hypocrite if she expected everyone to keep a clear head the entirety of their days.
Appearance
Tall even for highlander standards, Vervara stands at 6 Fulm 4 Ilm and cuts an apparently soft—and comfortable—figure. However, she does not want for muscle or calluses, her shortcomings begging that she never get particularly lazy, and yet appear to be thus so as to suggest a certain prowess in all that she does.
When it comes to traits picked up from her parents, she invariably shares her father's coloring, possessed of red hair, which she wears straight down to the end of her shoulder-blades, bottle green eyes and tanned skin. Her other physical traits, minus her height, come from her mother to such an extent she has been told she looks just like the woman when she was her age. As the years progress, though, she proves more lean than her mother, which is saying something because she still sports ample curvature that may or may not be amplified by the muscle underneath.
Different from the rest of her family, she often needs to wear a pair of spectacles, being near-sighted. She favors oval lenses with thick black rims, though once the need for them was noted there were more stylish versions on hand for her when she needed to work the family shop. Since her life as an adventurer started, her preferred glasses break fairly often, such that she has developed a habit of squinting even when wearing them.
Notable markings include a purple brand and wicked scar, both on the right side of her face. The scar is discolored and interrupts her face from the top of her her forehead to her jaw to such an extent it's the first place eyes will often go before the brand beneath it is even noticed, let alone the inviting green eyes. The scar itself looks quite old, her skin smoother than the discoloration of the wound would suggest given that it has been received in the last year.
If Vervara has any other markings they would not be seen except by a lover or a close friend she might share a bath with, an entirely possible occurrence given that she is an unabashed sort. The woman, perhaps after some habit of at least attempting to contain herself, near to always dresses conservatively unless some venture or fancy begs otherwise((Such as working in the family shop!)). Similarly, given that her sense of humor is very much that of wicked playfulness, it has been said that she appears deceptively sweet.
Biography
You might want to get this from the horse's mouth. There are probably bits and pieces scattered throughout this page that will amount to something of a life story, but as for a biography? She'll be fine if her life scatters on the winds when it's done, fleeting, like so many things are.
Timeline of Relevant History
Traits
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Zure: The Azure Direwolf
A somewhat recently acquired friend now tends to follow in Vervara's shadow, or more likely signal her presence. This blue Direwolf, lovingly named Zure as a nod to his particular traits, is a companion hard won. She saw him as a pup a few times while walking through a particular camp of untempered Ixal. The feathered beastmen, while less vicious than their counterparts, had defaulted to some inhyuran practices where this pup was concerned, starving and all but torturing him when his temperament and skill was somehow not in line with what they expected from the oddly colored whelp. Mortified by not realizing the treatment was done by the hands raising him the first instant she noted his wounds, Vervara stepped in to attempt to quell what could only have been the pup's final attempt at escaping cruelty, the poor creature having turned to rail against his keepers. She saved the small thing from an untimely fate, but suffered his needle-teeth bites and fair gashes from his seemingly too-large claws, before she was finally able to offer him Repose and walk out of the camp carrying him in an unsuitable bolt of burlap.
Zure now roughly stands to Vervara's mid-thigh at his waist, the young wolf having seen enough days—and like to see many more—to grow into adolescence thanks in large to Gunnbjorn Darkblade. He might not have any divinely given abilities, but to have a wolf as a companion is nothing short of rewarding.
Gunnbjorn Darkblade
“I realize it's a little cliché to define my life using a romantic relationship, but you have to realize that very much of Gunn has become my life at this point in time. Yeah, I know, you never thought this would happen. I didn't either.” – Vervara to some idiot that will remain unnamed by request
At First
Gunnbjorn was a passing acquaintance for some time, though even from the start Vervara tended to see him in a different light than others. He seemed perpetually genuine to her, his state of mind and temperament easy to glean where she often heard he was difficult to read. Perhaps it came from living with difficult men to begin with, but regardless she found herself feeling endeared to this strapping Highlander the moment she met him, even if she had been attempting to endear herself to a certain female Roegadyn friend of his at the time.
Very little happened between the two for an extended period before they found themselves in close contact, the two Hyur meeting in various instances until a group of mutual friends clicked and all but overtook an Inn located within the Lavender Beds. Both vagabonds by nature, necessity or both, the idea of remaining at the Inn seemed almost unappealing in the long run such that it wasn’t too often they touched base in the area, and when they did it was hardly extended contact. It is entirely likely Vervara exchanged more words the fairy inexplicably tied to Gunnbjorn. A spritely, wickedly-loveable fairy named Eldrid, the interactions with her certainly not a disappointing experience. In retrospect there was some meaning in the Hyurs’ brief times spent together, but then when one has seen the outcome it often follows to read into past moments with some sense of bias.
Then
When Nymeia saw fit to give the two a reason to stay put for a while it was an entirely unfair one, an infuriating blessing in disguise, for the two highlanders to the tune of an abused, malnourished wolf-pup. Zure came into Vervara’s possession, and very soon Gunnbjorn’s, after she realized the ill-treatment perpetrated by the Ixal raising him. Injured in the process of quelling the young thing’s blind rage when he had reached his limit, Vervara would likely have failed in her first hours of guardianship were it not for a very timely rescue by Gunnbjorn and Eldrid, who immediately offered up their room at the Inn for shelter while the pup recovered.
The intervening time together was invaluable for all involved.
Maybe Some Other Time
It would be improper to disclose here what Gunnbjorn has discovered in Coerthas, but eventually Vervara and Zure accompanied the Darkblade and his soul-companion on his trips into the unforgiving terrain.
But This One Time
Recent events and confusion caught up with the two Highlanders on their way back from wherever they go in Coerthas, the two just barely escaping an unfortunate fate before joining up with forces on the Whitebrim Front. Here the two were set to defending Ishgard from an apparent attack by the Dravanian Horde. Caught up in the chaos, the two are quickly separated into such places where they are needed most, Gunnbjorn and his battle prowess on the frontlines while Vervara is scuttled back to the keep to tend to wounded. When they are reunited there is no small amount of relief.
After That One Time
Gunnbjorn, a long wanted man by Ishgardians from a time when he wasn’t even a man, finds himself conflicted after defending these very people. Having grown up in Coerthas before finding need to flee for various reasons, he decides to return to his home on some hopeful, perhaps fearful, hunch it’s alright to. Naturally Vervara goes with him. It is not her place to disclose, once again, what happens on this trip, but it has some bearing on her future. Suffice it to say she will being seeing more of Ishgard than she originally thought.
What Now?
Fate is a funny thing. Once it seems all is… yeah, you’ve probably heard something like this before.
Powers and Abilities
- Conjury: Vervara's main talent lays in Conjury. However, where healing magic is concerned, she is wont to overdo it. This might initially strike someone not so adept in the art as a good thing—who doesn't want to be healthier?—but as any properly trained Conjurer or White Mage will tell you, this is as near a sin to nature—and a healer's own body— as sucking the life from the planet. As a consequence for her long standing struggle with “turning off” her healing talents, Vervara ought to be reserved for emergencies and let it be known that she will “tap out” quicker than you might expect. It is worthwhile to note that her skill when it comes to manipulating Earth and Water, as well as protection magic, is unhindered by this trait, and is in fact sharply honed.
- Thaumaturgy: In an effort to seek some way to counteract her inability to ration her healing magic, Vervara sought help at the Thaumaturge's Guild, thinking it a veritable opposite to Conjury at the tender age of 16. Though she learned the basics, it became quickly apparent to her that she would not find her answers in this place, and indeed might exacerbate the situation. She left with a fair knowledge of fire magics.
- Overall Magic Ability: “She has a gift. She is talented. She is untrained. She is arrogant. She is impossible. She is incorrigible.” –Some Scholar
- The Axe: With the spreading knowledge of the Warrior, Vervara met a man adept in the use of an Axe and a certain prowess when it came to harnessing rage. She has not spoken of her training with him, and no one rightly knows the man's name, but she left her training with a scar on her face she merely calls a lesson. Eerily enough, this scar would mirror a similar one on her brother's face had it been stitched the same way and not inadvertently healed upon receiving it. She does not often use the Axe, but when she does she will lash out at the source of her ire until she is spent beyond debt, an apparent trend with anything she brings to the battlefield; the true question is then whether she has the endurance to face whatever might garner her rage, as it would seem this training was cut short.
- Overall Physical Ability: Her life has made her stronger than those in her immediate family, but perhaps she does not measure up to those more physically capable in the company she keeps now. It remains to be seen, but it is best to keep in mind that she carries herself with confidence in these endeavors for a reason; while she is all smiles, there is a “mama-bear” aspect to her comportment, a certain heaviness of her hand when she forestalls her tendency to be careful. Close friends might note that her hugs become too tight when she is overjoyed, and her pats on the back are unbalancing to those less sturdy or unexpecting. Enemies catching her without an offensive weapon will find that her staff makes a good beat-stick with force behind it skull-shattering if applied just so; or, should she forgo any objects in her hand, her “style” of fighting boarders on that of a brawler. She will likely surprise many who attempt to cross her with a cross of her own.
- Leatherworking: This is the family trade she knows inside and out having worked in the shop at her father's insistence from the time she was old enough to tie a haphazard knot. While Uther Rozthan attempted to teach his sons the trade to prepare either one of them for taking over the establishment built by his father, he perhaps worked Vervara the hardest to try and keep her invested in the family business all while she was still being taught—spoken at—at the Conjurer's Guild. As she got older, it became apparent to any who would look that he did it so she would have something to excel at, because the further along she got in her Conjury studies, the more it became obvious she was not going to live up to Gridanian standards. As fate would have it, just as she was about to give up all together and settle down to work the shop with her family, the Conjurer's Guild became fed up with her and all but stamped the pariah label on her forehead, prompting her to break her father's heart while getting his permission to leave and find a niche where she could eke out a living on her own. This would also be the starting point that lead to her becoming a true follower of Nymeia, who's star she was born under.
- Weaving: During her childhood, when busy times meant her family could not always watch her and their shop, she spent much time with her friend Kalin and his mother Veronica at her job where she was a skilled seamstress. Vervara learned this practical knowledge and, during and after her time with the Thaumaturge's Guild, she honed her skills as a Weaver, working at various places with the craft until she was eventually taken seriously for her healing talents. It seemed fitting, given the Goddess she would soon follow.
- Botany: Vervara carries a field guide with her which she updates often regarding flora. It was started during a brief period of study when the Conjurer's Guild first turned her out. Her knowledge has tempered over time and is for all intents and purposes correct, but she is no expert.
- Alchemy: Her knowledge of this craft is fairly limited, pursued once again to see if there was any way this knowledge would help her with her shortcomings. What this did spark in her was an interest in how chemicals can treat wood and how this makes for fair tools to direct the flow of power. Maybe... something more personal on the proper wood might find her with a staff that would aid her in her quest to become something more than a liability?
- Carpentry: She has a working knowledge. It's good enough.
- Overall Practical Ability: Catch her when she is studying something else and you can probably teach her anything; she is so good at juggling. The question is, will it ever amount to anything?
- Reading, Writing, Arithmetic: Vervara was home schooled by her mother, as were her other siblings. This education was all a means to an end, and that was to better run the family Leatherworking shop. When her parents were young and still “servants” to the Vairemont family, they received stringent instruction all so they could carry themselves without appearing dull, the education of their “servants” an idiosyncrasy Vervara believes is more singular to the Vairemont family than all of Ishgard. Once they were free, the Rozthan family found the education was sorely lacking, and very much biased, but Vervara's mother proved young enough, and in the possession of ample time, to fill in the holes of her tuition and tirelessly passed this information to her children. Of course, while not as insidious as the education received in Ishgard, it still had the aim to run a business, and was fairly strict itself. Thus, after leaving home, Vervara found some awe in learning there were even more pieces of literature, and practical application of mathematics, that she hadn't really had the time to contemplate. More interested in the written word than math, she loves a good book, and finds reason to log almost anything she can, from silly stories to observations. Her education in mathematics is really only useful in her own endeavors to make money, though at times she wonders at its application to architecture and navigation.
Rumors & Relationships
◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard.)
◢ Uncommon Rumors (Moderately difficult to overhear.)
◢ Rare Rumors (Very difficult or rarely overheard.)
◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from other players' characters.)
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