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Yvaine Avelyn | Beast Lord | Vanguard

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Published: Oct 6, 2015

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"You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose."
-Princess Mononoke

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Voice Actor: in her role as

Given Name: Yvaine Avelyn
[E-vein ah-veh-lyn]

Scottish meaning "evening star"

Nicknames: TBA

Age: 64 ~looks about 17/18 in human years

Gender: Female

Height: 4'11' _{so smol}

Weight: 135lbs

Orientation: Unknown, she is an innocent one.

Race: Half-Elf
Half Mountain Elf, quarter Human, quarter Dwarf

Deity:

Main: Erastil- god of the hunt. Animal, Community, Good, Law, Plant, Cooperation, Family, Feather, Fur, Growth, Home.
Lesser: Sarenrae- the healing flame. Glory, Good, Healing, Heroism, Light, Redemption, Restoration, Revelation.

Faction: Vanguard

Rank/Occupation: Beast Lord*

~~Dragon~~ Companion: Niveous, a female Black-and-White Hawk-Eagle

Male Khalla Hound named Finnegan
Pony mare named Pennyroyal

Physical Build: Short and sturdy. Her form is curvy hourglass but solid and well muscled.

Appearance: Youthful with an almost pixie-like look: round faced, slightly pointed ears, and large dark green doe-like eyes. Her platinum locks are cut short just at jaw length with slightly longer fringe on either side of her face. The underneath of her hair is left long and comes to her waist, though her hair is most often worn up in a bun. Tan skin is unmarred save for a few scars and beauty marks.

Wearing:
Beast Lord Outfit: Sensible clothes for a sensible woman. Leather, cotton, and wool; her clothes are built for durability. Dark brown breeches are tucked into pale, over-the-knee boots. Over her shoulders is a tricolor bolero that sits over a mossy green high-necked sleeveless shirt. Her wide leather belt is made to hold onto supplies rather than pants. A small pouch and a lead hang off the belt [training tools for her companion.] The most noticeable part of her outfit is that her arms are not covered in sleeves, but rather in gloves. A long cloth glove extends nearly to her armpit, with extra padding/quilting on the forearm. Both gloves are then covered with a shorter, fingerless leather glove. At any given time one or both arms may be covered in these "sleeves."
Civilian Outfit: There is almost no reason to make note of this outfit as she is hardly ever not dressed to work. On the few chances this occurs she is prone to wearing light cotton leggings and tunic in equally light colors. A leather cincher and plain sash-style skirt complete the outfit. If she can get away with it, she will be barefoot, if not a pair of sensible boots will adorn her feet.

Identifying Marks/Features:

Beauty mark below her right eye
Light scarring on her forearms and hands from falconry.
Bite mark scar on her right outer thigh. Bite pattern appears to be canine, but is much larger than normal.

Scent: Crushed pine and dry grass

Personality:

[Level Headed][Witty/Intelligent][Silver-Tongued][Charming][Honest][Unpersonable][Heart on her Sleeve][Emotionally Stunted][Stubborn]

Level Headed: Yvaine is as level headed as they come. She has faced down a pack of dire wolves on her own, lived for two decades without any human interaction, and everything her momma didn't teach her was learned the hard way. Keeping a cool, calm, and collected manner about how she does things is the one way to keep going on. She would never have come this far if she hadn't been able to keep her wits about her.

Discerning: Yvaine has spent much time around animals and as such has had to pick up the uncanny ability to discern motive. Though she is unlikely to make eye contact, she gets all she needs the know by body language. Since she believes that both animals and people are straightforward, if you are being shifty around her she will be most displeased.

Loyal: Those who earn her respect are in for a treat. Deeply loyal, she will fight to defend anyone who she considers a friend. This includes both humanoids, dragons, and animals alike. Though it may take a bit to earn her respect, you'll be glad once you do because a friendship with Yvaine means an ally for life.

Curious: Yvaine is deeply curious about the world. She has trekked through the wilderness alone learning a lifetime's worth of knowledge. Yet she has come back to civilization and now has a whole new world to explore! Though she is torn between being afraid and confused by all the strange things and noisy people, her curiosity still wins out. It may seem odd that this small, visibly uncomfortable person keeps forcing herself around people.
Bullet; Yellow

Wanderlust: Deep in her heart Yvaine has a soul built for adventure. She is never content to stay put for long, and as such has traveled through much of the wilderness. She has a strong desire to go beyond Khalla and travel to distant lands.

Honest: Naturally straightforward and sincere, this quality helps her to be persuasive and easy to trust. Though, this can have its drawbacks as she has a natural tendency to believe others are equally as honest. Yvaine has some minor difficulty telling lies.

Unpersonable: Yvaine has spent most of her life with very little human contact. Because of that she is rather unpersonable. Though she may come across as shy or aloof it is really that she isn't exactly sure how to act around people. They are just such complex animals to understand. For this reason, she tends to get along slightly better with Animen as many retain at least some similarities to the animals they resemble,

Heart on her Sleeve: Yvaine isn't one who can hide her emotions well. Though the cause of said emotions is not so easily seen, the effects are obvious. Blushing, sudden bashfulness, a flustered appearance and the such may suddenly appear from the blue. If one does not know her well enough it can be quite confusing [and maybe a little unnerving.]

Emotionally Stunted: Though she may bare her emotions in the open, she is shit for actually acting on them. Animals are straightforward when it comes to emotion and so is she. The stronger the emotion the more flustered and out of place she feels. Plain and simple she is just bad with dealing with her emotions, and that leaks into other areas of her life. However bad she is at dealing with her own, she is equally as bad at dealing with others. Hopeless for consoling a sad friend or understanding just why this person feels one way. She just gets too confused when dealing with intense emotion and is prone to bolting rather than facing the issue at hand.

Stubborn: Strong-hearted but equally strong-headed. When Yvaine gets an idea in her head it is damnably hard to shake that idea. This especially comes into play with first impressions of people. If she decides she doesn't like you, you are staying unlikeable in her mind regardless of what you do. However is she decided that she likes you, you may have a hard time getting rid of her.

Physical Strengths: [Good Endurance][Agile][Stronger Than Appearance]

Mental Strengths: [Level Headed][Discerning][Curious]

Weapons Strengths: [Bows][Knives][Ambidextrous]

Physical Flaws/Weaknesses: [Slowed Running Speed][Smol][Not Very Flexible]

Mental Flaws/Weaknesses: [Claustrophobic][Unpersonable][Stubborn]

Weapons Flaws/Weaknesses: [Mechanized Weapons][Staffs][Heavy Weapons]

Likes:

The Outdoors
Running/climbing/swimming
Animals
Especially Birds
Especially especially Birds of Prey
Hunting

Dislikes:

Being Indoors
Shoes
People
Especially young people -they are confusing!-
Cruelty
Unnecessary Hunting

Fun Facts:

Skilled in both hand-to-hand and weapons fighting
Has high pain tolerance
Has well callused hands and feet
Prefers to be barefoot, only wears shoes to appear civilized
Honestly has no idea she is attractive by conventional standards
Prefers the company of animals compared to people
Prefers no company compared to people
Only drinks socially and very infrequently
Has a very low tolerance because of this
Very strong for her size, much higher muscle to fat ratio
Excellent climber, swimmer, runner
Though she isn't exceptionally fast
Decent artist; better at replicating than creating
Was a single child and has no idea how to act around kids or babies
She blushes quite visibly
Because her hair covers her ears, and she is such a tiny person, she is often mistaken for being human
Is an excellent tracker and hunter
Has above average eyesight thanks to both elf and dwarf lineage
Also has above average hearing for the same reason

Family:

Father- Tom; ?????

Mother- Melody Avelyn; Alive

Hate

Dislike/distrust

Unsure/Acquaintance

Positive Acquaintance

Friend

Loyalty To, Trusted

Highly Trusted, Highly Loyal

Crush

Platonic Love

Romantic Love

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Alive

Dead

? Unknown

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Male Humanoid

Female Humanoid

Male Dragon

Female Dragon

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Equipment: Held within a -or strapped to- a knapsack:

1- 8' length of rope
1- Tinderbox
1- small lantern
1- small grappling hook
1- canteen
Falconry Supplies [hood, bells, jesses]
Moleskin
Travel Medkit- bleached cloth, sterile needle and thread, healing balms, small vial of alcohol.
Leather Bound Notebook- filled with a plethora of info on flora and fauna. Started by her mother, finished by her. She constantly adds notes and annotations to it. May be time for a second one.
Bedroll
Water-repellent canvas- when paired with a branch can be turned into a lean-to style tent
varying amounts of- blank scrolls, charcoal, rations.

Weapons:

Duel daggers
Shortbow

Accessories:

Traveling cloak- Made of a felted material that has been rubbed down with water-repelling oils.
Belt and pouch [filled with tidbits], usually has jesses hanging from it.

History:

Youth-

Yvaine grew up a barefoot wildling. Her Mother, a mountain elf named Melody, was a backwoods Mender of sorts. A naturalist, she lived alone in the woods only coming into contact with those who visited from the neighboring villages or when she was needed in town [dial-a-midwife.] Her mother never kept a husband, though she did keep a partner. A traveling merchant; a human. Though he only came to her neck of the woods for a week twice every year, you could count on him like clockwork. Every equinox he came back into her life, and just as soon was gone. That is until one Spring he did not come. Nor that Fall, nor any equinox to follow. Melody never learned of what became of her well-traveled man, but he did leave her something to remember him by. A small slip of a thing, and the perfect blend of her heritage. Though her mother was fair and her father was dark, she inherited both. Her mother's platinum tresses, her father's nut-brown skin, her mother's dark doe-like gaze, and her father's cherubim face.
Though she never gained her mother's height, she did her best to keep up with the ethereal goddess that raised her. Melody did her best to raise Yvaine as her future replacement, but no matter how much she taught her her spirit shone through. Yvaine had inherited her father's sense of wanderlust. Though she took a shine to learning how to help heal the small woodland creatures she brought home, she would much rather run through the forest than sit and organize herbs. As she grew she continued to learn her mother's trade but Melody knew her heart just wasn't in it. It was no surprise to her when she noticed supplies beginning to go missing and when she woke up to a note on her daughter's bed. It read:

"Dear Momma,

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye but I hope you understand. I love you more than anything but I need to go explore the world. Thank you for everything you have taught me, and maybe, if the gods allow it, we'll be together again. I'll always love you, and you'll always be with me wherever I go. Thank you for the journal!

Love, Yvaine."

Back to Civilization-

Though Yvaine was only 40 when she decided to go her own way, she had been well taught by her mother. Of course Melody had taught her much, but not nearly as much as she could have had Yvaine gone into the family business. She spent the next twenty years of her life alone, roughing it out in the wilderness. It wasn't until she got in a skirmish with a pack of Dire Wolves that she encountered Humanoids again. At this point she very much looked like a forest spirit of some sort: overgrown platinum hair tangled, barefoot, worn and distressed clothes, and overall covered in mud and foliage to help her blend in. It wasn't until she thanked the travelers in common that they realized that she wasn't some sort of animal or living bush.
One of the group members, an elderly woman refereed to as Granny, offered Yvaine a ride to their camp not far from here to get her wounds tended to. Though reluctant, she gave in. The woman (barely) convinced Yvaine to wear some of her daughters' old clothes and to take a bath. After she was tended and cleaned up Yvaine wanted to scamper out into the woods again, but stayed after the temped offering of a hot meal. Though the others were surprised to see such a small girl eat so much, they were even more shocked to find out that she was a young Half-elf that had been roughing it for two decades. Yvaine went silent when they asked of her past, so Granny hushed their questioning, assuming it was tragic. Granny tested her luck once more by trying to convince Yvaine to spend the night in the camp. I mean, it was getting dark and who knew where those wolves could be? Yvaine begrudgingly agreed, planning to leave first thing at dawn. However he weary body had other plans. Her first real nights sleep in a comfy cot after so many years led her to sleep until nearly noon. By then the rest of the group had rejoined the campsite and it was bustling with activity: a band of traveling merchants. Overwhelmed by all the noise and people, she fled back to her tent immediately. Granny came over to check on her and found her curled up under the bunk. With some coaxing, Yvaine finally emerged to find out it wasn't just Granny and her in the tent. Beside Granny stood a tall, proud looking human woman in her mid-40s. Though seemingly steely-eyed and stoic there was a bemused glimmer to her gaze. The woman gently introduced herself as Trista, a Beast Lord aligned with Vanguard. Though these words meant nothing to Yvaine she felt that they must hold some sort of importance and stuck to her. Granny explained that Trista was one of her daughters, and that she thought that the two might want to talk. So talk they did. Well, mostly Trista spoke while Yvaine listened with eager ears. Hearing about factions, of her travels, and above all of being a Beast Lord. Finally Yvaine mustered up one sentence in reply "Could I become a Beast Lord?"

Training-

The next six years were rough for Yvaine. Though she ended up finishing her summer traveling with the Merchants and Trista, she primarily stayed in a wagon when they went to town. Trista was gentle with the half-elf when needed, but not with her training. She understood that Yvaine was infinitely more comfortable with animals and that suited Trista just fine. Every summer the pair would rejoin with the Merchant troupe and then go their own way once the first traces of autumn began to touch Khalla.
It was nearly two years before Yvaine bonded with an animal, one of the chicks born in Trista's Aviary. Though it was still a pin-feathered little thing, Yvaine felt a spark when she stared into that disgruntled gold gaze. During her time apprenticed she became skilled with daggers and even better with a bow. Besides her primary weapons, she learned to wield others, though she never quite got the knack of a sword or crossbow.

On Her Own-

Eventually came the day for Yvaine to set out on her own. During her apprenticeship she came into the possession of pony, a mare dubbed Penny, and a mismarked male Khalla Hound that she named Shadow. With her three animal companions by her side, she official devoted herself to Vanguard as a Beast Lord. Though she is still wary around people, she has gotten much better with it and of course it definitely helps if there are animals around.

Roleplay Example:

There was electricity in the air. Everything was a little too calm, too quiet. The only noise in the forest was the distant rolling of thunder and the soft, damp sounds of something treading over moss. The sky might have been grey but the world was green; the spring had brought a bounty of rain to this grove. Small saplings dropped pearls onto taught canvas, a quiet uneven drumline. Leaves parted as a form came towards the lean-to. Removing the hood of her cloak, a shock of platinum locks stood out in the thicket, small streams trickling down her cloak as the residual water from her walk made its way back into the water cycle.

From beneath her cloak she removed a rabbit, a buck. Though she needed to eat, she dare not orphan any kits in the process. The banked coals of her fire had long since gone out, as expected. A brief rainstorm had arrived while she was out hunting, and though she had planned to stay out longer the threat of lightning was not something she wished to face while in a meadow. With a sigh she set the rabbit down and began to quickly make work of it. Skinning it and then gutting it, she set it up over the coals she had banked before stirring them up again. A small chirp sounded from within her tent,

*Beast Lord- Yvaine is primarily a Falconer/Austringer. Though she is fond of all animals she is most fond of birds of prey.

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BendustKas

Oct 9, 2015

So excited for this girl to finally be done! Her final design is so pretty, especially the gentle greens in her clothing that accent her eyes <3