Post by Vythmiirik on Oct 15, 2021 18:03:16 GMT
NAME: Vythmiirik (Steelsong)
SPECIES: Silver dragonborn
OCCUPATION: Weaver
QUOTE: "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world" - Albert Einstein
DATE OF BIRTH: 10th Nov (unsure she's about 20 equivalent)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Wayward city
HEIGHT: 7ft
WEIGHT: 260lbs
EYES: Sapphire
HAIR: None, silvery blue horns and silver to blue crest
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Wings (are not capable of true flight, but can glide and use them to enhance her jump), a patch of much lighter almost white scales on her chest/throat.
REFERENCE PICTURE:
BIO: A daughter to hardworking parents who migrated to the Wayward City in order to find a better life for themselves and their eventual spawn; Vythmiirik grew up among many different species and as such developed an understanding of the many ways that people deal with their issues. Quite an empathic person by nature she does always try to be a good listener, but can also be a little brusque at times when her patience nears its limits. She does tend to prefer people be straight with her, but isn't always aware that others would prefer a bit more tact.
She is a very fine weaver of fabrics and produces many fine materials, she has a lot of skill and pride in her craft. Furthermore, she can create clothing, though as she tends to do so from large bolts, it is quite expensive for the common person; her fabrics however are far more accessible, and she is always willing to provide advice to struggling people. She does, however, often have to be careful of her tail and wings as they can get snagged on things or trod on if she is not careful.
Vyth (for short) is considered quite beautiful by her species standards and as such has many dragonborn suitors, this annoys her immensely as she is the sort who would prefer to be friends first and finds it difficult to form romantic bonds with people without a solid friendship base.
TALENTS & ABILITIES:
She's a fine weaver, and good listener. However, her combat skills are very basic, she can defend herself, but that is about it.
She does possess her species breath weapon, but largely uses it to bake instead.
Quite intelligent and stronger than she looks, from working her looms, she's able to produce some wonderful works of art.
Is fluent in many languages at conversational level, but only her own native ones to any real depth.
Some of these consist of Draconic (her native tongue and the only one she can read/write fluently in), the common human languages of the Wayward city (whatever those are), Dwarven, Elven, gnomish, orkish, and enough goblin to get a point across, but not really hold a long conversation in it.
FLAWS:
Vyth is very blunt and tends to say things how she sees them; she's not cut out to be a politician and knows it. She is not always as gentle as she should be when turning people down, and as such has not endeared herself to some of them.
She's considered to be very pretty, so a lot of people make assumptions about her intelligence, believing her to be something of an airhead. She lets this slide more than she should.
Vyth's something of a perfectionist with regard to her art and can have quite the temper when things don't work how she envisions them.
Her worldview is largely limited to the city and what she knows of it, she's quite young and therefore quite sheltered by her parents.
IDEAL CHARACTER ARC: Expanding her horizons and learning that some things go further than she first thought
RP SAMPLE:
Vyth looked at her loom and hummed slightly, morphing into a strange noise as she noticed a single thread out of place in her weft, the noise turned into a growl a flame tickling at the back of her throat; she quashes it and takes a deep calming breath. Her claws gently pluck at the thread as she attempts to fix the damage. This commission is important, a close friend's birthday gift; woven on her best loom. She will accept nothing, but the best, and this…this is not good enough. Her tail flicks in frustration as her attempts to fix the issue continue to fail, eventually she admits defeat and her head thunks onto the solid wooden frame of her loom. She's never worked well under stress, and so she needs to calm down, perhaps a walk will help.
SPECIES: Silver dragonborn
OCCUPATION: Weaver
QUOTE: "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world" - Albert Einstein
DATE OF BIRTH: 10th Nov (unsure she's about 20 equivalent)
PLACE OF BIRTH: Wayward city
HEIGHT: 7ft
WEIGHT: 260lbs
EYES: Sapphire
HAIR: None, silvery blue horns and silver to blue crest
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Wings (are not capable of true flight, but can glide and use them to enhance her jump), a patch of much lighter almost white scales on her chest/throat.
REFERENCE PICTURE:
BIO: A daughter to hardworking parents who migrated to the Wayward City in order to find a better life for themselves and their eventual spawn; Vythmiirik grew up among many different species and as such developed an understanding of the many ways that people deal with their issues. Quite an empathic person by nature she does always try to be a good listener, but can also be a little brusque at times when her patience nears its limits. She does tend to prefer people be straight with her, but isn't always aware that others would prefer a bit more tact.
She is a very fine weaver of fabrics and produces many fine materials, she has a lot of skill and pride in her craft. Furthermore, she can create clothing, though as she tends to do so from large bolts, it is quite expensive for the common person; her fabrics however are far more accessible, and she is always willing to provide advice to struggling people. She does, however, often have to be careful of her tail and wings as they can get snagged on things or trod on if she is not careful.
Vyth (for short) is considered quite beautiful by her species standards and as such has many dragonborn suitors, this annoys her immensely as she is the sort who would prefer to be friends first and finds it difficult to form romantic bonds with people without a solid friendship base.
TALENTS & ABILITIES:
She's a fine weaver, and good listener. However, her combat skills are very basic, she can defend herself, but that is about it.
She does possess her species breath weapon, but largely uses it to bake instead.
Quite intelligent and stronger than she looks, from working her looms, she's able to produce some wonderful works of art.
Is fluent in many languages at conversational level, but only her own native ones to any real depth.
Some of these consist of Draconic (her native tongue and the only one she can read/write fluently in), the common human languages of the Wayward city (whatever those are), Dwarven, Elven, gnomish, orkish, and enough goblin to get a point across, but not really hold a long conversation in it.
FLAWS:
Vyth is very blunt and tends to say things how she sees them; she's not cut out to be a politician and knows it. She is not always as gentle as she should be when turning people down, and as such has not endeared herself to some of them.
She's considered to be very pretty, so a lot of people make assumptions about her intelligence, believing her to be something of an airhead. She lets this slide more than she should.
Vyth's something of a perfectionist with regard to her art and can have quite the temper when things don't work how she envisions them.
Her worldview is largely limited to the city and what she knows of it, she's quite young and therefore quite sheltered by her parents.
IDEAL CHARACTER ARC: Expanding her horizons and learning that some things go further than she first thought
RP SAMPLE:
Vyth looked at her loom and hummed slightly, morphing into a strange noise as she noticed a single thread out of place in her weft, the noise turned into a growl a flame tickling at the back of her throat; she quashes it and takes a deep calming breath. Her claws gently pluck at the thread as she attempts to fix the damage. This commission is important, a close friend's birthday gift; woven on her best loom. She will accept nothing, but the best, and this…this is not good enough. Her tail flicks in frustration as her attempts to fix the issue continue to fail, eventually she admits defeat and her head thunks onto the solid wooden frame of her loom. She's never worked well under stress, and so she needs to calm down, perhaps a walk will help.