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Pre-Made/Playable Characters

These characters here are those who take strong roles in the storyline. Whether good or evil, they are strong and well-known characters. To be one of these characters, you must be a well-dedicated role player.

Current Characters Able to be played:

Username: Hakiori
Name: Kado Arbonah
Age: 22.
Race: Lacerine
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Origin: Le' Vean
Deity: Gackris/Jayonfi (Although he is losing his touch with the gods, they are still there in his heart!)
Weapon of Choice: Kado has been trained in the arts of a staff, but mainly uses his Black Magic.
Element: Ice
Creature: Yasuo, Dog of Ice
Personality: Kado is cruel, but it's only because his heritage. His own father had the same difficulty before the queen, the old fire maiden, had come along. Why? Because it's a test to the rulers of Le' vean. To find love in a fire Maiden, and bond with The feline Bithore and the Dog Yasuo. Although he still has some kindness left in him, Kado prefers to be left alone these days, giving cold orders to whoever he see's. Little does he care for his country now; the element is taking it's toll now since he must become king. If Aneko does not find a Fire maiden in time for him, which Kado has many months before it completely takes over, he shall be corrupted, and a new royal family will step up to the challenge.
Before all this has happened though, kado used to a kind, energetic young man. Although he loved to play pranks on his sister and anger her, they both got along well with one another. He was very close to his mother as well, before she was murdered by.. whoever it was. Her death was a big loss for him.
Appearance: Kado has dark, navy blue hair that's fluffy, around his ears and neck. On the side of his neck marks the ancestral marking of him being a lacerine. Though he covers it these days with a white coat, with a high collar and coat that runs down his hips and ends. The coat has black and blue markings running along the ends of it, proving his royalty. he refuses to wear robes, more than anything. Kado likes to show his independance, by wearing tan-colored pants and rough boots. very nice pants indeed, a soft, silky material. Along his shoulders he wears a black sash, tieing around his neck and right shoulder. It hangs down his back like a lop-sided cape, only drooped over one shoulder instead of both.
His outfit is of true royalty, showing off expensises that his parents would even think wrong.
Biography: Kado was almost the opposite of Aneko; and he did it on purpose, too. He liked to show off, showing his parents that he had a much better personality that his stubborn sister. This fact even helped people think that the two weren't even related; but, they only look so different from each other because they are of two different Lacerine clans. Like Aneko resembling her mother, Kado his father.
Even with his constant teasing though, Kado did enjoy being around his sister. Whether runnign through the streets of Le' Vean, or playing a game of kick the stone with children in the castle courtyard.
When his mother was murdered at his current age, it was a deep loss for him. his mother and him got along very well, and he was her special parent, like Aneko is both. This fact helps his corruptness now, as he wants to murder whoever did it to his parents, in the same, cruel, maybe worse way.
Other: N/A

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Username: You.
Name: Shiro
Age: N/A
Race: Darkness God
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Origin: World of the Gods
Deity: Himself. Duh.
Weapon of Choice: Black Arts under his trait, weilded into his palm and sword.
Element: Darkness
Creature: N/A
Personality: Shiro is cruel-hearted and witty, with the smarts and persoanlity of a sly fox. He prefers to do his business by tricking others; getting them to be his servants, and doing his dirty work. This lets him ahve time to do other things necassary. While he is cruel-hearted, there is no mercy in his heart. because his intentions are to rid the world of Lacerines, he also wishes to become ruler above humans. he believes humans are a waste to the world; and he needs to get Lacerines out of the way so he can get to them. With no pity or mercy for anything, Shiro is trully a work of.. evil.
Appearance: Shiro Wears a cloak these days over his current outfit, though keeps his sword tightly tied around his waste with a belt. His robes are pure black, as he tries to stay hidden in his current position. Will add more.
Biography: Shiro has spent his godly years locked away in the dungeon of Ponovoir's dungeon. Locked away from his terrible deeds, by the great god of Enreiho and the help of all the others. So many sins has Shiro committed, that is unbearable to hear about. Shiro was locked away because he defied the God gackris, trying to trick him into giving his land to him. It is unwise, and terrible, to ask a gods place in Enreiho. So Gackris fought against Shiro, and Shiro most definitely lost to gackris one of the two high gods.
From the beginning of Enreiho's birth Shiro has been locked away in Ponovoir's dungeon. So very long... at it was all gackris's fault. Shiro wants to claim his reveng, so he will ruin Gackris's land, and Ponovoir's, forever. By doing so, he found the secret to becoming a phyisical god by tricking Jayonfi with his wits. Jayonfi just spilled it out: and this allowed Shiro to make his escape and run off to Enreiho.
Now, Shiro has been polluting Southern Ponovoir slowly throughout the years. And now, he has finally begun the full force attack, by poisening all of Enreiho. The process is slow, since Shiro's power is weakened harshly on Enreiho, but possible.
Other: Shiro is a god in physical form, scrounging the secret from Jayonfi himself. With his sly tricks, Shiro is now able to walk Enreiho, taking the form a human man. Although it may not be his true form, It's his appearance that represents who he is.

arrow If any of you are wondering about the fire maiden that is needed to save kado, and which is why Aneko is in her current position, our vice captain Madame de Sucre is playing as her.

Username: Miranell Wolf
Name: Miranell (a.k.a: Mira)
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 4"11
Origin: Le' Vean
Deity: Ponovoir
Weapon of Choice: Her main weapon(s) are a pair of silver daggers strapped to her sides, But she also loved her various smaller blades hidden in her wrist bands, boots, chest area, and one that hangs from the inside of the back of her shirt.
Personality: It would all depend on who she is with. At times she can seem horrible, and can even be brutally blunt or honest. But she loves animals, her swords and rum with a passion that an annoying aunt would give her favorite nephew. When it comes to her friends or people that she likes she would do anything to protect them. And when it comes to jewels and other items she likes to steal she would fight til blood is drawn.
Appearance:

Biography: She had, believe it or not, the ideal family. An adoring father, loving mother, and 4 brothers. Two older than her, one younger and the other...her twin. What is funny now is she travels alone, when she was younger she and her twin were always side by side. Never leaving. He would protect her from bullies and what-not, while she would accidentally always get them in trouble. For him it was always easy to get the girl of his choice, but they would always leave him because he worried over her so much. Which was why she left. She had no interest in the men of hometown. Stealing was alwayys fun. As well as pretending to be something you're not. Her main theme is: The lonely hurt and hungry preistess, who steals whatever she can while you're not looking.
Other: She loves to sing. She doesn't really know what it is made of or where her father got it, but on her 13th birthday she was given a moonstone necklace that lets her voice be heard from far away and all around when she sings. Though she still wishes she could have figure out how to make it work the last time she had to give a speech....

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Username: Miranell Wolf
Name: Tamaki
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5"
Origin: Le' Vean
Deity: Ponovoir
Weapon of Choice: He too likes using daggers mainly. Though he does notice that a sword does come in handy.
Personality: Just like Mira. Except when they're together it can be a bit...weird....
Appearance:

Biography: Tamaki was the one who always got Mira out of trouble. And they were always together. No matter what. But much to his surprise, one day Mira just disappeared. Rather than do as their parents did, which was wait, he went in search of her. Knowing for sure that she had probably gotten herself in trouble again.

OOC: **Schetzva let me use my dragon character...so please don't think it unfair.


IC:

Username: cute_lil_babyangel

Name:Itrenore Sgarka

Age: 376

Race: Dragon

Gender: Female

Height: Itrenore is not yet a full grown dragon. Though she IS large, this dragon is rather small for her kind. Dragons stand at at two stories high, but Itrenore is one and a half. Her head, the size of one horse. Aye, she is young...

Origin: Itrenore was born near the dangerous land, Lost of God. Though at the time, it was a lovely place, full of beauty.

Deity: Itrenore has none, living by her own rules and regulations.

Weapon of Choice: Itrenore uses her claws, teeth, and ability to breathe fire as her weapons.

Element: N/A

Creature: N/A

Personality: Dragons are known to be cold, cruel...but Itrenore is more on the gentle side, though the undesirable trait of coldness run in her blood. She is rather haughty at times and qutie sarcastic, but when you become a close friend, she will have a kinder personality. It is rare for her to let anyone become close to her because of events from her past. She is reluctant to change from her idea...hard to persuade to do something she is against. She tries extremley hard not to show her emotions, and if one pries to far into her life, she would become rather angry.

Appearance:
click meItrenore has sea-foam green eyes. The tip of her maw is a dark turquoise, and the color fades into a light aqua throughout her body; there are two canines that protrude from her maw also. She has dark blue spikes that run down from the center of her head, down her neck, and through to the tip of her tail. The inside of her wings are a light blue, and has a very leathery look. There is a claw at the top of both her wings. She is usually on two legs, but she will sometimes go on all fours.

Biography: Itrenore grew up on her own...with the occasional teachings from her parents. Of course at the young age, she was taken care of by her parents, but when she grew slightly older, pushed to learn on her own. She learned how to hunt from her parents, but that was it. Everything else she learned on her own. How to fly, to fight, to breathe fire, everything. She lived through the horrible time of the fall of the "Golden Age". She was still a mere child of a dragon then, and learned to toughen up during that time period. It was during that time period when the impossible happend. She found out that her parents were killed. Though dragons don't usually show emotion, she mourned for a good five years before returning to a normal lifestyle. Durning the five years, she took out her anger on anything that she felt deserved a good beating.

Since then, Itrenore has wandered about, and has been curious about the affairs of the Le'Veans and the people of Ponovior. Though not closely following the story. But her interest is growing and thoughts of helping them are forming in her mind.

Other: N/A
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Username: cute_lil_babyangel

Name: Katai Glaon

Age: 17

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Height: 5'5

Origin: A proud Le'Vean

Deity: Gackris

Weapon of Choice: Katai loves the bow and arrow. It is made from a really dark and supple mahogany wood, and the stirng is made from horse hair. She makes her own arrows. Her bow is her BABY. She really loves it. She named it Accuro...for it is VERY accurate. Katai had recently developed a love for the sword. She admires it's cruel blade, and it's ability to kill. (She's a bloodthirsty young one ain't she?) She has a sword...and she named it Novacula. It is a strange sword...she found it after it had fallen from a noble's cart. It has a dark metal blade but with an alien reddish tint to it. On the blade, it has something written on it in anceint runes. It has a dark mahogany hilt, with a strange crystal engraved in it. At the bottom of the hilt, there is a ruby set in the wood.

Element: N/A

Creature:N/A

Personality: Katai is very stubborn and hard headed. It's hard to pursuade her to do something she's against, but when she gets to know you, and becomes your friend, she is kind, and fun loving. Also, she is really sarcastic. She doesn't trust people very well, because she mainly had to care for herself when she was young because her mother was usually working, and she never knew her father.Katai will stand up for herself and her friends, and fight till death if needed. Her hardheaddedness and short temper are her major downfalls, also she doesn't trust people enough. Katai despises her fatther for leaving her, and will do one of two things when seeing a father with his child. When she hardly knows you, she will hide her discomfort under a mask of hostility. When she knows you well, she will suddenly become extremely cheerful and happy. But you can always tell that something is wrong with her, hostile or not.

Appearance: Katai is a short person, about 5'5 in height. She has straight brown hair that goes past her shoulders a little. She has green eyes, and has slightly tanned skin from staying outdoors a lot. She has a scar of about 2 inches on her left shoulder, going diagonally down, and sometimes it acts up when she uses the arm too much. She is quite skinny and doesn't look too strong, but she can pack a punch. She also has a strange birthmark on her right ankle...a star. It has five points, and it is slightly darker than her skin.

Katai preferes to wear a light green color, but usually wears a white tunic, a dark green skirt and some boots. Her clothes aren't too nice because her family is struggling to get by.

Biography: Katai was...and most of the time still is a tomboy. She would get into all sorts of trouble and fights. She never knew her father, only that he dissapeared and her mother is a seamstress. When she was young, she got into a fight and someone scratched her rather badly with a nail...it left a deep gash, and that is where she got her scar from. She mainly had to care for herself...she only came home to eat and rest. So she toughened up, and found a hobby, hunting.

Other:Katai has a "pet" of sorts, a small fox called Sian. Katai came across the fox when he was running from a wolf. He was badly hurt, and she didn't have the heart to let him keep running from the wolf. As he ran past her, she scooped him up. He struggled, and bit her a few times...scratched her many a time too. Katai silently suffered through this. Sian seemed to understand that she was trying to help him, and stopped struggling. She brought him back to her home, and nursed him back to health. The two had been close friends ever since, and Sian follows her everywhere, like a faithful dog, but she lets him wander off whenever he wants to, and he does that quite often. After all, he isn't tame.

Username: Madame de Sucre

Name: Veralyn Rosea Sri

Age: 18

Race: Lacerine

Gender: Female

Height: 5'7"

Origin: Ponovoir

Deity: Jayonfi

Weapon of Choice: Scimitar&Black Magic

Element: Fire

Creature: A dragon-like creature made of smoke, called Wyvern.

Personality: Veralyn is a quiet girl, most of the time, working in her family's tavern to help her parents with their failing business. She does what she is told, but always seems to be somewhere else, her head in the clouds. She has a terrible memory for tasks, but can remember odd bits of history like they happened yesterday. She loves to learn, and works hard studying her art, trying to do well to please her father. She and her twin, Arvina, are nearly inseperable, but because Arvina knows her so well, she also knows how to push Vera's buttons, and is almost the only person that can get Vera to unleash her horrid temper, a rival to her father's. She is also the only one who can calm her afterward.

Appearance: Veralyn With long, silky locks of a dark olive green to frame large, open eyes of brilliant lavendar, Veralyn is a striking young woman. Her fine bone structure and small, full lips, she looks almost like a doll. She is tall compared to many women in her family, but with the voluptuous curves of a more petite frame. She is most often seen wearing her work outfit, one of only two sets of clothing she has, the other being her temple wear. These clothes are colored green and ivory, to match her hair and accentuate the pure peach of her fair skin. She wears an olive corset, with thick tank sleeves, the bodice ending under her breasts to rise up to the sleeves. Under this she wears a loose ivory, full sleeved shirt, with a scoop neck tied with a drawstring. Her corset draws tight down to her small waist, where a pale jade skirt falls down to cover her legs, encased in long olive boots. She will sometimes wear a shirt with smaller sleeves, and encase her upper arms in fitted green gloves. When walking out in the cold, she wraps her arms in a scarf of the same green as her gloves, the fringe fading into a burnt sienna.

Biography: Veralyn was born to a middle class family, one of six children. Being a middle child, she one of the more ignored. But she, thankfully, had her twin Arvina to keep her company and as they grew, they were allowed freedom, as long as what they did didn't interfere with her father's tavern, the sole support of his large family. Her father was very serious, almost cold. He loved his wife and family in his way, but his way was to take them for granted when they did something right, and quietly express his 'disappointment' when what they did fell under parr. His wife was strong, the only thing that held her family together. But even she bowed to the wishes of her husband, because when he was in a temper, he would drink, and when drunk, his anger became violent.
Veralyn's oldest brother, Jacques, rebelled against this additude, and became his father's opposite. He was loud, outgoing, and showed his emotions, whether good or bad. Living above a tavern, he also spent most of his younger years in a beer haze, and only cleaned up when he met his now wife, the boldly beautiful and assertive Jerica.
The second of the Sri siblings, Vera's oldest sister Ystria, did not take that route. Instead, she devoted herself to her quiet father, taking his every word to heart. Because he was always focusing on the negative, and never mentioned anything positive about his children, Ystria began to believe that she was worthless, and her mental health deteriorated, until she faded from a young, blossoming woman to a porcelain doll, beautiful, but hollow and broken.
Veralyn was much like her mother, in that her soul was strong, and she grew to understand her father's mind, and did her best to please him, rarely addressing him, and doing all that she was told. When she learned of her and her twin, Arvina's, magics, she informed her mother, who managed to coerce her father into giving money to hire a private tutor for the children, but mostly so that Veralyn could learn her art. The meager allowance he set aside was not nearly enough to hire a master mage to come teach Vera, so her mother, the kind hearted Stella, quietly withdrew the extra from her dowry money, which she had been given at marriage, and was allowed to do as she wished with. Veralyn devoted her free time to working in her father's tavern with Arvina, so to lessen the wages he needed to pay, and her two younger siblings, Celeste and Eli, helped her.

Family:
Father: Jean Pierre Sri
Mother: Stella Marie Sri
Siblings: Jacques Hunter
Ystria Marie
Veralyn Rosea & Arvina Rydia
Eli Martin
Celeste Aubri
Pets: Two horses, Echo (painted) and Loba (chesnut)
One house cat, Terrin (calico)
Three dogs, Ori (ginger), Guthrey (blonde), and Hidden (black)

Other: Erm.. maybe later.

Username: Ariana Shayde

Name: Arvina Rydia Sri

Age: 18 (half a minute after her sister)

Race: Lacerine

Gender: Female

Height: 5'7''

Origin: Ponovoir

Deity: Jayonfi? Landra? Goddess knows. Or God. Whichever you prefer.

Weapon of Choice: Her staff or the fiery bejeweled dagger a suitor gave to her for a birthday present. Even though a few of the jems are mere gaudy rhinestones, the object is imbued with energy. She has the power (or disability) of empathy, though she cannot discern exact thoughts. This ability makes Arvina an amazing actress, always changing personas to suit her audience, fluid and graceful as the water that flows through her veins.

Element: Water

Creature: The odd little white beast perched in front of her, who seems to be constantly shivering between a solid form and a liquidy mass. Despite the deceptive appearance of solidity that its horn displays, this little fellow's horn is always a liquid, which stings or heals upon contact. It can only do minor things, though, such as removing a cut or adding one. Its name is Cree.

Personality: Arvina is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. She often seems sweet and innocent, a blithe and bonny maiden in search of true love, yet the river runs far deeper, and the waters are much darker than they seem.

Arvina is a master of empathy, and her masks are a splendid variety. Her voices range from deep to high, scratched to untouched, golden to discordant. So many personalities flow forth from her that very few scratch deeper to see how far the rabbit hole goes, to see who Arvina truly is behind closed doors. Beneath the water lily the ghost of a shadow lurks, a shadow so discreet and timid that it is nigh impossible to spot... As of yet, Vera is the only one aware that it even exists.

Arvina's masks are interchangeable, and she uses them to please the people who need pleasing in her world. Her father receives an obedient and graceful daughter who never speaks against him, her mother a serious student, full of questions and never slacking, her younger siblings gain a protector, her elders a younger sister who is dutiful and goodhearted, always there to give them a hand or a way to escape their chores. Her roles are many and varied, and often boredom causes her to interchange them, though her father has never seen her in any role other than the one he desired at that point in time. She loves him dearly, and is sorely pressed not to follow in Ystria's footprints. Still, she holds strong, and her twin is the only one who is allowed to see her cry.

Appearance: Arvina Rydia Sri Arvina has luscious green locks the shade of the evergreen, very like to her sister's. When they were children they were precise duplicates of one another, but time has passed and many quirks and passing whims have changed them. Arvina's only rebellion was cutting her hair, and that might also have seemed like a calling of mercy to their poor friends and parents. Her skin was far more tanned than her sisters, as she does her worshipping outdoors wherever she can, and on her left shoulder she has a golden tattoo, done for her by the son of a tattoo artists during one of her more profitable market days. These small quirks, matched up with Arvina's delicately arching eyebrows, lips that always seem quirked into a feral grin of some sort, and twinkling green eyes that could rival Pan's in terms of mischief have made Arvina her own person, so though her sister and she love each other they often seem worlds apart. Unlike her sister, who isn't a very possession oriented person, Arvina cannot help but enjoy her occasional luxuries, such as having different kinds of clothing. Still, she could not afford many luxurious gowns, but her one fanciful dress for ritual is more than enough for Arvina. This dress is calming blue sari with golden sparks and little hints of red hemming and embroidery crowding wherever they fit, matched with a beautiful pair of blue and red slippers. Though her element is water, Arvina adores her Lady as well as her Lord, and has sought out the best balance between the two she could think up. She also wears her two most prized possessions, a matching pair of gorgeous bangles worn on her fore-arm, delicately done in copper and shining like the fire she worships.

Arvina only wears her hair back on days when she's working in the kitchen, for having it about her face allows her a shadow of mystery that much aids her in her games. Still, not even having her hair back can fully reveal even the outer shell of her persona. For kitchenwork, Arvina pulls on a patched grey skirt and a shirt of her elder brother's which she had tucked to fit her. Her wardrobe consists of a knee length brown skirt with a bootlace strung up one side of it in criss cross style, an ankle length skirt made of a simple white cotton and a pair of breeches she bought on a whim, which she rarely ever wears if only for the sake of retaining her feminity. In terms of upper wear, she has a simple white long sleeved poet's shirt, a beige shirt with white flowing sleeves to her wrist that can also be interchanged with two other sets of sleeves, one to the elbow and one to the shoulder. She has one other shirt hanging around at the moment, an olive one with many ruffles and frills and such, though it is very likely not her own. One of the pastimes best enjoyed by herself and a few of the other girls her age is swapping clothing that they may seem rich enough to afford more outfits. Arvina is cunning in such games, and has occasionally gotten away with keeping an extra shirt or two, which she promptly sells at the market and deems lost.

Arvina's selling point is her elf-like features and fragile appearance, for though she is lithe and nimble she seems likely to fall over at the slightest gust of wind. Still, what she lacks in strength she makes up for in endurance and determination. She works with her staff in the wee hours of the morning, and lets her fragility become an asset rather than a curse.

Secret Peeves: The thing she hates the most about herself is her nose, which she thinks is far too large and innocent looking... Her favorite thing about herself is her feet, which she adores showing off in the cheap sandals she paints different colors for every occasion. Still, when winter comes around, she is grudgingly forced to pull on a pair of olive green boots, which at least make her figure seem flattering.

Biography: Arvina's childhood is very like to her sister's, yet not like at all. For, though Arvina entered the world merely half a minute after her dear twin, they always were different souls. Veralyn was filled with hidden fire, and though she seemed tame passionate rage and a longing for true love filled her core.

Arvina's innards were water, slow and steady moving. Though she would be merry, would laugh, would prance, would joke and sigh and swoon, all these things were merely games to her, ways to pass the time, as pointless as the games and tricks she provided for those who stayed at the inn, tricks which were quite good at emptying pockets... And though she had suitors enough, Arvina did not seem likely to walk down the aisle anytime soon.

Arvina's rituals to her master and mistress, Jayonfi and Landra, were discreet and precious, usually done within the confines of her room or in some quiet forest where she might light a fire and watch the smoke spiral up into the sky. Both of their words were sometimes within her mind, but so rarely that she was uncertain whether the thoughts were theirs or her own. She is afraid that if they are her own she must be going mad, for often Landra and Jayonfi seem to battle within her for superiority... But she loves her Lady and her Lord and prays to keep them both on her side.

During her forest rituals, she was always certain to toss a copper ring of her own and her sister's making into the flames and into the waters, to show her loyalty and appreciation of the ways both Gods shwo. Never steel, never gold, never silver nor platinum, and certainly never an alloy. Her Lord and Lady are much better than that. Pure copper, untainted with other metals, was her personalized offering for a Goddess who relished the finer things in life and a God who enjoyed hiding things below his surface. She could not afford many pretty dresses, but she had managed to gain herself one truly gorgeous gown through fox-like cunning. The fabric from one suitor, the money for the seamstress from another (added to personal savings from her many card games, of course). She had dropped two copper rings into the fire and stream that day, just out of gratitude. Whenever a new man showed interest, Arvina feared the wrath of the God she was devoted to, but more than that she feared her Lady's approval, and the battle that would ensue from such. Surprisingly enough, Jayonfi had never been displeased with Arvina's suitors. That was an odd thing, as one of his truest and most honest natures was a possessive one. Still, perhaps it was not odd at all, for though Arvina had suitors none ever lasted long. Her devotion was only for her sister, her Master and her Mistress, and other than that afore-mentioned holy trio none had yet found a way into Arvina's heart.

Even though to a stranger Arvina might seem like a slut, it wasn't so- She never gave her suitors more than a kiss, and the many pretty trinkets afforded her were not kept out of greed, but rather spite. Once, Arvina had quietly tried to offer her Father some money gained from a surprisingly expensive gift given to her by a suitor from a gypsy caravan. When she did so, her father called her a whore and a thief.

When Father offered his scathing words of disappointment, Arvina locked herself into her room and could not be enticed to open the door, even for her darling twin. Evenually Veralyn was forced to take another room in the inn. The next morning, Arvina came out chipper as ever, back to her old games in a flash.

The piles of trinkets kept growing and she sold what she could at the market, patiently trying to save up enough to leave home and and cut all ties to her Father. Such was the nature of Arvina's spite, which was quieter and less noticeable than most... Still, when her day came, Arvina's spite would wound her Father deeply.

Water is a steady element, however, and always softens judgment for the sake of wisdom. Perhaps the sweet little townhouse Arvina seeks to own is not nearing her family's grasp, but she tries to sell what she can and discreetly give it to those of her family who will accept it. And if her father has finally realized where those 5 pieces to make the rent, those 2 pieces to buy Eli and Celeste their market sweets, or that extra 3 pence for Mother's thread came from, he doesn't seem likely to admit it anytime soon.

Arvina's dream will not be accomplished for a good while, for most of her jewels are false and many brass rings have been broken. Still, one day she will achieve, for the water has never failed to turn the pebble smooth before pushing it out to sea.

Other: Arvina is an expert pickpocket, but very quiet and discreet about it. That is the only secret she has never shared with her twin.