Valerie Areis Lenaeris
White Winter Tavern
Memories, some of the most important things… something that we keep in our head as a remembrance of a moment or moments that made us feel like ourselves. But what happens when all those valuable moments are washed away… a whole childhood… gone… thousands of lively moments erased within another quick moment. Time continues on and without those moments, those memories of what once was, a new spirit… a new soul arises as the other one… fades away locked in a chest, guarded by haunting shadows, the key forever missing…
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Personality
Valerie Aeris Lenaeris, Heir Of The Dragon and Lost Daughter Of Valoria, is a young woman whose memories are temporarily lost. She is ambitious and determined to get what she wants but that fire has been fuelless since she became a regular bar maiden, working at the White Winter Tavern and living in a cold struggling kingdom called Valoria, ruled by a tyrant named Ulric. Although she lost some aspects of herself, upon losing her memories she became a different person than she was. She used to be ambitious, cold-hearted, determined, and to some aspect a tyrant but Valerie Lenaeris, the bar maiden, who knew nothing but what she studied and her name, was kind, smart, skillful, but still had a secret desire to rule or be a leader that leads people in good fortunate ways.
Biography & Lore
*WinterWolf Forest*
Winter vultures circled as the howling of wolves could be heard. A woman with ripped fabric and cloth of a once pleasant pleasurable ballgown could be seen from a birds-eye view as vultures continued to circle almost ready to swoop and investigate their finding. The woman wasn't dead but was in a sort of sleep like death, one could even say a coma, but where then were the clergymen and women? The answer was quite simple, the woman wasn't known to any clergy and the story of how she got there was far long gone from her mind, all the comma stated the woman had was the glimmer of the moon, the watchful eyes of deadly vultures, and the sounds of throaty howling wolves. A few moments went by and a few more until the breath came from the woman, frosting over in the cold air as her eyes rolled open.Her diaphragm elongated and then contracted as she began to breathe normally and easily. The silverish blue hues of her eyes wandered around taking in the clearing which revealed the sky as her frosted fingers and toes began to squirm and wiggle as they awoke too. The woman hummed a slight sound of nervousness as she didn't recognize her surroundings and didn't know how she got there. A few moments passed once more and her body had internally awoken to let the young woman finally move her legs and arms. She gave her full strengthen and energy pulling herself up into a sitting position as her head twisted this way and that getting a good look at her surroundings. Seeing that their prey was alive and looked human, the winter vultures gave a cry and then fluttered away leaving the woman to hear the sounds of the dark Winter forest. Another howl came and the crack of sticks on the ground could be heard from another place which made the woman frighten but she held herself together slowly standing from the ground as a low growl came.
She turned around hearing the low growl and saw yellow feverish eyes gazing at her, this sent her into flight or fight mode and to her own surprise she grabbed a nearby stick and held it for protection but upon seeing more pairs of eyes she lowered it. With a second of her own frosted breath, she turned on her heels and began to run not knowing exactly where she was going. Was this her fate? to wake up only to be gripped by the jaws of death. The woman ran and ran as the wild dogs gave a good chase. They would bark and bite closely at her but she was always one step out of reach. Her legs were sore but her mind filled with determination to live push forward. A clear snow cover pathway was seen up ahead and the sound of a nearby Wagon could be heard in which increased the girl's determination. Inching closer to the snowy road, the girl stumbled from a tug at her dress ripped dress and she fell rolling down a slight slope and dashing her head against a small stone before landing in the pathway of the upcoming Wagon. Lights went out but the girl was successful in her mission of living.
*White Winter Tavern, Valoria*
The carriage stopped as it had reached its destination. White Winter Tavern, home to Sigurd and his workers. "Come let's get you clean up," Sigurd said as he guided her inside where bar maidens and bar servers awaited Sigurd. Some arched their eyebrows at the girl but all snapped to attention when Sigurd gave his instruction. "I want a few of my working men to unload the wagon and I want my bar maiden's back out in the front looking pretty and serving. I need my sub bartender working a little bit of my shift until I'm done dealing with this young woman right here." He said in a commanding but polite manner. He waved his hand and his workers quickly got back to work as he lead Valerie to a room where she could bathe and freshen up. "everything you need is in there. take what you need, I will be at the bar once you are done. If you are going to be leaving with me... then you need to pull your own weight."
*one year later*
"I need a honeyed ale, two beers, and one grape wine," Valerie said as Sigurd nodded skillfully making the drinks she requested.
Valerie had grown quite confident over the last year and her look changed from a broken girl who knew nothing to a woman who had a sort of purpose. She worked for Sigurd now and lived under his roof as that was the deal they made...This page has been seen 506 times.
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