Vynka Lanore
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 "Sometimes it's just best to forgive and forget." | |
| Race | Miqo'te |
| Clan | Keeper of the Moon |
| Citizenship | Frequents Gridania |
| Age | 20 |
| Height / Weight | 5 fulms, 101 ponz |
| Occupation | Florist |
| Server | Balmung |
| Timezone | AEDT, Evenings during PST |
Vynka Lanore (pronounced /Veen-kah-Lah-nor/) is a rather plain, shy Miqo'te that just wants to give you a flower to brighten your day. Nothing more, really.
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Appearance
She sees the realm through eyes of pale gold, often bright and passionate. Thick eyelashes protect her irises and match in shade to the high-arched eyebrows that easily furrow in worry or embarrassment. Her face is oval in shape, with a small button nose and pursed down-turned lips often glossed in soft lavender. Alongside with a light-grey complexion, small canines peek out from the corners of her smile which emphasize her heritage as a Keeper. Mixtures of silver and dusky blue, elaborately decorated with colorful strings, frame her youthful facial features before cascading down to her shoulders. Although she may seem well-kept, her hair receives little attention as a keen eye would be quick to spot stray hairs curling outwards.
Her movements are exaggerated and appear to be a sort of perpetual dance with her feet light on the ground. Nimble fingers are constantly toying with something, let it be her trusty rucksack, bits of clothing or small bells that jingle in her light grasp.
Vynka dresses herself in colorful, self-tailored attires which range from purple to very light shades of beige. Sewn to near-perfection, her common clothes gently hug her petite figure and reveal little. She always adorns thick necklaces or blouses with high collars that are able to wrap around her neck.
Personality
Timid, easily embarrassed and a kind soul are what most would describe the tiny Miqo'te. She tries to avoid large crowds and any form of physical contact, constantly flinching whenever someone is within her personal bubble. The closer you are to her, the more she will shrink away. Unless she senses imminent danger, she would never push anyone off should they actually touch her. However forcing a handshake or an innocent hug from her could cause the initiator to feel much regret, worry or just general awkwardness.
Vynka is refined and delicate. She has excellent posture, does not speak a word of profanity, chews with her mouth closed and ensures her voice is far from imposing. Yet she has some habits that mimic that of a servant. Whenever spoken to, one would consider this individual to be immoderately polite. She refuses to address anyone without formality, unless ordered otherwise, adding the unnecessary 'Miss, 'Madame' or 'Sir' to even the undeserved. More often than not, she greets or bids someone farewell by bowing her upper body fully with her hands pressed firmly against her stomach. With the suggestion of a few friends, she is trying to break her habits.
Young at heart, she is always curious towards her surroundings and has a strong urge to learn. This desire causes her to listen more than speak, but is confident enough to offer her input in a lighter manner than most.
History
Born to a loving normal family of 4, Vynka was the youngest of the lot. Her older brother was a boisterous and brave young man that sought to follow their father's footsteps, a commanding officer of the Maelstorm. Their mother was a beautiful woman, with striking features that caused heads to turn. A talented pianist, well known throughout the lands of the middle and upper class and those who appreciated classical. Little Vynka certainly had a lot on her plate but she was determined to make her family proud. At the age of 8, she picked up a wand and studied conjury. Her teacher mentioned she had the power of Aether coursing through her body and her parents were ultimately overjoyed. Every evening, she would spend her time at the dinner table sharing her achievements as her family listened rather enthusiastically to the young Keeper. Smiles were certainly not a rare occurrence for the 'Rosven's. With everything set in stone, Vynka was ready for the roads ahead. Love, honest work and just reward.
However, nothing could have prepared her for Bahamut's ascendance and what came after.
The memories of her childhood all flashed by when she stared at the bodies littered across Carteneau Flats. Among them were her father, and her brother laying protectively over him. It was clear what the son of the Rosven family was trying to do when Bahamut rained fire down onto Eorzea. Unfortunately his efforts were for naught. A large metal scrap had been lodged all the way through his lower back and stomach, and impaled the older Miqo'te into the ground by his leg. The 15 year old Conjurer ran towards them in tears, hoping against hope that they were still alive. It was a bittersweet moment when she heard the both of them groan, their throats were filled with soot, blood and ash as open wounds flooded the area with pools of red liquid. Matching pale moon eyes opened to find the precious child crying in dismay. Kneeling close to them, she did whatever she could to heal their injuries, yelling at them that everything would be alright. Tiny hands cut themselves upon the jagged metal sheet as she tried desperately to remove it. Time after time, her body gave way and she fell upon crimson blood puddles, her whitened robes were stained and tattered beyond recognition. She kept trying her very best, but not even the Twelve could offer her mercy as she screamed out Nymeia's name. No matter how much she budged, pushed and clawed at, the metal scrap stood proudly over its bloodied victims.
A warm, shaky hand placed itself upon her knee, catching tears which fell relentlessly from her cheeks. She turned to look, surprised with the tiniest glimpse of hope. The words that followed soon after killed her mentally and destroyed all faith that she had. ".. Take care of yourself, Vynkie." Her brother could only force a pained smile, unable to speak from a ruptured vocal chord. Before she could say anything in return, they took their last breath and her father's hand fell onto the ground with a quiet jingle.
Vynka had little choice but to return to her mother with nothing but a set of small bells a keepsake. Their home in Limsa Lominsa was sprawled across the area among other buildings that once colored the beautiful harbor city a sea of white. Expecting a warm welcome and hug from the only family she had, she found herself staring at a complete stranger that once loved her. The raven haired woman screamed at her only daughter, overwhelmed with disgrace, contempt and hatred. "Worthless! Useless! You let them die! You killed them!" Never in Vynka's life would she have ever imagined her mother condemning her to the Seven Hells.
... (More coming soon!)
Until now, Vynka's greatest fear is her return to Limsa Lominsa should fate make her suffer and remind her of her past. Her mother is surely still alive and well within those walls.
Rumors
Some of these may or may not be true. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC!
NPC Rumors
- ■ "She gave me a flower while I was heading to the Roost, seems nice."
- ■ "The girl offered a flower, but she stood so far away from me while stretching out her hand.. Felt kinda uncomfortable. Was it my face?"
- ■ "Sniff 'em flowers 'nd ye'll be kickin' 'e bucket. Poison in 'e pollen me thinks."
- ■ "That scar of hers.."
PC Rumors
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Relationships
- ♥ Gospel Gestalt : It has been nearly 1 moon since the two met. A young adult in desperate need for help, and a man in search for treasure. Since her escape from Sastasha Seagrot, Vynka has discovered a new life thanks to Gospel. She owes him everything she could ever have, and tries her very best to ensure his days go by with a smile on his face. The two are often seen bonding in quiet areas, exchanging gifts and speaking through the linkpearl. Vynka is particularly fond of his dolls, especially the adorable 'Kobun' mammet which she takes care of during the odd day. She trusts him completely but worries she may bring him trouble and inconvenience.
- ♥ R'dyen Terusun : Vynka isn't very certain of what to make of his behavior but deems him as another kind individual residing in Ul'dah. With the odd slang and occasional profanity, she finds him of an interesting, quirky character that freely speaks his mind. She appreciates his concern entirely, though she hopes her tendency to shy away from physical contact does not offend him. They have been spending a fair amount together, talking about everything under the sun.
- ♥ Oria Argall : She would always hear stories about Oria from Gospel and the events of which happened before and after the Calamity. Vynka feels sympathetic towards the Hyur woman, but truly enjoys her company and childish nature. Although they have met recently, she is happy to consider Oria a friend and the 'Queen of Pillow Fights'.
- ♥ Remilia Levana : Another close friend of Gospel's. Remilia's curvaceous figure could not be ignored and her eyes were caught wandering around. Whether Vynka was truly staring in admiration or secretly being jealous is unknown, but it is clear as day that she liked being around the busty Miqo'te. However, rather vague comments about herself and Gospel made Vynka rather confused, and curious.
- ♥ Tyago Dolabnha & Rhaya'lo Dolabnha : A chippy Twin Adder and her brother whom Vynka met while camping outside the Roost. Vynka enjoyed their company and hopes to know more about them in the future.
- ♥ Sarial Hawke : A paladin that Vynka stumbled across in Pearl Lane. The woman took a quick liking to her and offered nothing but kind words and a room to stay in should Vynka grow tired in Ul'dah. The two befriended each other shortly after their chatter, even with the occasional awkwardness as Sarial could not stop hugging the poor Miqo'te.
Possible Connections
- ■ Anyone in need of professionally-made bouquets or laurels for special events. Mother Miounne would more than likely direct PCs to Vynka should they ask.
- ■ Mentor, she would like to fend for herself someday.
- ■ Childhood friends, Vynka used to live in Limsa Lominsa for 15 years of life before the Calamity.
