Virdalia Deuxstrom

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Birthplace Vel Anir Born Died Age 18 Home Vel Anir Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Hybrid human and elf. Sub-Race Gender Female (she/her) Height 5'4 Mass Hair color Blonde Eye color Gray Skin color Fair

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"Freedom is not given, it is stolen from the hands of those who would see you broken. I have taken mine."
-Virdalia Deuxstrom

As long as she could remember, Virdalia had toiled under the ownership of the Bloodwyn Family. Her story like many people with elven ancestry in Vel Anir. Her mother an elven slave, Virdalia was born of a union forced upon her mother. Her birth the city's cruelty made flesh. Yet, she grew with a quiet strength amid the oppression around her. Refusing to stay in such a world, she vowed from a young age that she would make a life for herself and eventually save herself from enslavement.

As the years went on and Virdalia progressed from childhood, if one could even call it that, she set out on a personal mission to learn. Studying texts owned by her masters, listening to them chatting whenever she had the chance. She found that she had a quick-witted mind and limitless creativity, creating and inventing things with limited tools and resources. Though, her contraptions were not well-received by her masters who often sought to stifle any semblance of creativity in the young girl.

Yet she never relinquished her thirst for knowledge, nor the dream of escape as it whispered in the corners of her mind. She drank deeply from the wells of learning, yet shrouded her true self in carefully measured ignorance. Her masters had carved into her the price of defiance, and she bore their lessons like shadows beneath her skin.

Years went by and eventually Vel Anir abolished slavery, but for an unfortunate few this only worsened their condition. These vicious slave owners just became more torturous and overbearing. Hiding their slaves away in secret, not allowing them to see the world outside. So she continued growing for the next 4 years, biding her time while she plotted her escape. She just needed a way out, and she was reaching a point of desperation. Years under the yoke of slavery hardened her, she was tired and fearful. Her mind became her own prison, along with the walls in which she was confined.

Though she had sparks of defiance; hope and kindness. She had learned that the best way to fight her oppressors were to not let their cruelty penetrate her psyche and soul. Born into a legacy of violence, she chose to make her own path. In offering small acts of kindness to those around her, she found fleeting relief for the weight that pressed upon her spirit.

Virdalia has slightly pointed ears that are almost always covered by her long, wavy blonde hair. Even working in the hottest conditions, it has been a long engrained habit to have her ears covered to avoid detection. She isn't much in terms of height, settling at an average 5'4 and malnourished. Her eyes are a pale grey that seem to reflect her inner thoughts or kindness. However, upset her, and you will see them shift to a tempest of rage.

- Engineering: Holds a near-instinctive mastery of both civil and mechanical design, with a particular talent for crafting weapons and precise mechanisms that blend elegance with devastating purpose.

-Domestic Service: Years of servitude instilled discipline and precision, skills she now applies with the same patience and care to the fine work of forging, shaping, and finishing her creations.

- Elvish: Fluent in her mother’s tongue despite punishment for speaking it, she often thinks and works in Elvish, its flowing cadence echoing through her designs and inventions.

Virdalia is a paradox between vulnerability and ambition. Years of enslavement have taught her deference, patience, resilience, and discernment. However, under that mask of miserable silence she wears, hides a relentless ambition and desire to prove herself. Once she can secure her freedom, she wants to carve a name for herself in the world. She carries herself with a wordless grace, observing more than talking, but using her words carefully.

She is driven by curiosity, constantly seeking the intersection between beauty and functionality both in constructing architecture and weaponry. Having lost her own mother a while ago, she seeks a guide to show her how the world with mentorship and the trust she craves but rarely offers.

At her core, she wrestles with a yearning for belonging and recognition. She has a desire to be seen, not just as a former slave, but as a mind and soul of worth. When she is overlooked, she becomes defiant and unpredictable. However, when nurtured she is fiercely loyal, even tender, her heart opening in ways she never expected.