oh god i am so going to fuck up hnnnnngh so nervous and shit oh lord almighty i hate you rukral
Name: Verity Misham Player: Susan
Race: White Turkish Angora (Feline)
Heal (Support): The most basic of spells all healers learn, it was the very first spell she had used and has become rather adept with it. A small wave of her hand and a quiet chant heals most of an ally’s wounds, although the magic has it’s limits.
Offering (Support): In the years Verity was under Gran’s watchful eye, she would spend much of her time selflessly caring for the sick while neglecting her own needs that weren’t pressing. She is happy to extend this to her allies, willingly sacrificing her own health to heal that of a friend.
Shield (Support): In what time she studied the supportive arts, the only one she could ever get right was this spell. Sacrificing her ability to attack, she encompasses the group in a small psionic barrier, effectively raising their defense a small amount.
Practiced Defender (Passive): Being physically weak, Verity began to learn how to defend herself at an early age. Although she cannot strike with great strength, she can still withhold enemy attacks with great strength. Even the strongest of enemies sometimes fail to break through her defenses - that’s not to say they always hold up.
Expert (Passive): Verity has always been more of a book worm than a soldier, and as such she has very little training in any combative arts. However, this has left her with a vast and great knowledge of many subjects she can use to her advantage outside of the unpleasantries of battle.
Healer (Passive): Feeding off of her knowledge, Verity also has spent far much more time reading up on healing spells than studying attacks and the like. Therefore, she has the ability to use healing quite often but as a result her combat abilities suffer.
Verity Misham, a white-furred Turkish Angora with a knack for healing but shy personality.
A : 3
D : 6
V : 5
B : 6
A : 8
I : 9
P : 8
C : 3
Verity was born into a rich noble family who had made their fortune in a way one would deem under-the-table; it was neither lawful or grueling work. You see, her family made their fortune by selling food and other goods that were either past their expiration date or broken. They were always in surplus and rather cheap to purchase, leaving only a few workers to make it seem like they were not rotten or were functional. These craftsman excelled at their work. Often times, the local constabulary would show up at their home to investigate crimes but her family had become adept at covering their tracks and as such were rarely imprisoned.
Her father, Maximillian, was a cruel and cold-hearted man, always abusing his daughter. Her mother was also scared of her husband, and often times looked the other way as her husband beat their poor daughter. She rarely spoke around them or anyone else, afraid that the abuse her family showed her was commonplace and that all adults did it. Her father often hit her with leather belts or with his hand, but something was odd about his daughter when she would come to see him the next day. All of her injuries would have been healed, and this infuriated her father even more, prompting him to abuse her even further. When it was made known Verity was adept in the healing arts, her father hired a tutor to strengthen this skill in her.
The tutor her father supplied was a kind-hearted and elderly old woman, who, for the first few years of teaching Verity had no knowledge of the hierarchy within her family and no knowledge of Maximillian’s abuse. This all changed on a fateful day that her tutor found her cowering in the home’s foyer as her father tossed vases and other decorative objects at her in a fit of rage. At that moment, the elderly woman scooped Verity, not a day older than eight, up from the floor and carried her back to her home, showing Verity what a caring family was like.
While she lived with the woman she began to call “Grandmother”, it was made more apparent how the physical and psychological abuse affected Verity. She always spoke quietly and never out of will, only if it was required or if someone spoke to her. She avoided confrontation whenever she could by faltering or surrendering immediately, which made her the laughingstock of the nearby pub where she was forced to work. Even still, through everything, Verity was taught the healing arts by her Grandmother and more often than not spoke to her Grandmother about the things that caused her strife in daily life. The fact how often the people picked on her in the pub caused her great stress and ripped her self-esteem, turning her into a fragile young girl that often needed to cry into someone’s shoulder to get everything out.
As such, Verity spent most of her time indoors, studying her profession and other supportive magic. Nothing pleased her more than sitting in an armchair, surrounded by piles of books filled with knowledge or tales of the past. This added to her social deficiency as Verity had absolutely no friends. Despite prodding from her Gran, the little girl rarely left the house and lived a very sheltered life. When she started to come of age and start the path to womanhood, Gran insisted she go out into the village and find a suitable lover. Most men had heard stories of the young girl as the town was rather small, but the only suitable men were the drunkards, soldiers, and sailors in the tavern who really wanted nothing to do with young Verity. She suffered heartbreak after heartbreak and after a few short months, gave up entirely on finding love.
However, nothing life tossed at Verity could harden her. Her heart remained soft and she cared for the sickly and ill as much as she could, seeing them lying out in the streets of her hometown with not a healer around. More often than not you would find her in Gran’s garden, happily taking care of the plants and sometimes animals that sought refuge under the large leaves of Gran’s sunflowers. After the trauma that Verity suffered in her childhood, things seemed to be picking up and she lived with her new family for ten years before tragedy struck.
Verity awoke one day and began making breakfast for Gran when she noticed that the elderly woman was not already waiting in her signature armchair. Upon closer inspection of Gran’s bedroom, Verity found the old woman to still be in her chambers with a solemn look upon her face. Gran had recently fallen ill and despite how Verity studied and studied to heal her, the old woman’s condition kept worsening. As Gran’s final wish, she begged Verity to go out and explore the world and experience all it has to offer, and not to blame herself for Gran’s death. And also maybe to find a nice boy, you know? She also requested Verity quit the shameful quiet-girl routine and be more social. That was the day Gran passed on, leaving Verity alone in the world.
It was during these two years in her home town that Verity found she had an uncanny hatred for thieves and the unlawful. Since most people in the town were crooks, she became rather adept at seeing through ruses and noticing special details about people if they would, for example, lie. Despite these talents, nobody around town would give the soft-spoken and weak Verity any jobs. Just when she thought all was lost someone mentioned it through the grapevine about the multitude of quests that the Guild had to offer, and so Verity set off posthaste!
Verity suffers from a few mental problems, most notably self-esteem issues and depression. Since Gran’s death, she has been unable to talk to anyone and as such this only worsens her depression. She has contemplated suicide many times and has attempted it once before. She does enjoy socializing with people but she has never broken the habit of her soft-spoken personality and to this day rarely ever initiates a conversation or interrupts someone. However, in recent times, she has been trying to break free of the quiet girl shtick and will go so far as to hesitantly greet someone, but often times with severe fears or rejection or hurt. She tries to be as polite as can be and more often than not succeeds, as the notion of starting an argument scares her more than any monster could. She is physically frail and can’t deal a lot of damage or take it for that matter, but her defense outmatches both. She is very romantic and is torn between searching for a lover again or simply giving up. One cannot blame her, as no one gave her a chance, but then again all the men she has met in her life have been abusive and uncaring.
Verity enjoys dressing modestly. She often wears her long and silky hair in a taught bun, and does not like wearing it long. You can usually find her wearing a pair of tight-fitting leather pants and knee-high boots with a long-sleeved blouse covered by a plate of chest armor. Usually, she wears a cloak and uses it to get through crowds without being seen or addressed. On the rare occasion she removes said cloak (inside, if it’s too warm; when she goes to bed; or even more rarely - when she’s comfortable with someone) you can see the pack she wears around her waist and the small dagger that is kept in it’s confines. Verity’s powers do not actually require a conductor such as a staff or wand, but they can help amplify the affects for more serious injuries. This is why she carries a spare wand in her pack.
During combat (with the little experience she has) she prefers hanging behind the buff warriors and allowing them to slaughter the enemy while healing them as often as she can. On the rare occasion she is forced to fight, she often uses her small dagger to defend herself as her studies into supportive magic only allows so much. She does not enjoy harming animals or beasts (or humans, for that matter) but demon spawn, dark beings such as the undead, and evil humans often prompt a vicious response totally unlike her normal self.
If you can't tell, I am deathly afraid of ruining this and a load of other bullocks I've discussed with Rukral in detail.
This post has been edited by Susan: 28 February 2011 - 04:26 AM