Character Information
- she has currently and unfortunately stolen much finer clothes for her to wear. Her albeit thick and hide made attire. Was to engrossed with the grime of travel or dried blood of both game and poor victims of her past. Having hardly any time or chance to buy or make new clothing with what she harvests.
Entering the new city and its robust noise and smells, hair partially unkept but attempting to blend into the crowd.
Skill Information
- Huntress
- Scout
- Harvester
- Foraging
- Shelter Building
- Stealth
- Steady Hands
- good sense of smell and hearing
- endurance
(Hobbies)
- wood Carving
- story telling
- observing
- sharpening
- I feel like she knows 1 or 2 more but idk what they're for yet. The names are confusing.
Backstory/Plothooks:
Veyla Thorne was born into a family of renowned hunters, raised in the depths of an ancient, mist-cloaked forest where the wild dictated survival. Her people, the Thorned Kin, believed in balance—only taking what they needed, honoring every kill, and never hunting for sport. They thrived for generations, their knowledge of the land unmatched.
But when an unnatural winter fell upon the land, balance was shattered. The snows came early, burying the forests under thick, suffocating drifts. Game vanished. The rivers froze solid. One by one, the Thorned Kin withered, their strength eroded by hunger.
Veyla fought to keep her family alive, but the days turned to weeks, and desperation set in. She tracked the faintest signs of movement, digging through the snow, following trails of wind-scattered bones—only to find emptiness, silence, and death at every turn. When her younger brother took his last breath, Veyla lost all reason.
In the dark of that endless winter, hunger whispered to her. Survive. There is food still. You need only take it.
The first time, it was out of grief. The second, necessity. By the third, she had stopped justifying it. The hunger had become something more than a need—it was an obsession, a curse bound to her very being. When the thaw finally came and the snows receded, she emerged from the woods alone. And changed.
The people of the nearest village knew something was wrong the moment they saw her. The hollowness in her eyes. The way she lingered at the edge of the firelight. When they found the remains of what she had done, they branded her a monster and drove her from the land. She has been running ever since, clinging to any semblance of normality—so long as she is fed.
But should that hunger return… there will be no reasoning with her.
——-
**Personality & Roleplay Hooks**
- **Guilt & Survival:** Veyla fights to suppress her nature but knows deep down that she is a danger to those around her.
- **Loyal, But Unstable:** She is fiercely protective of those who provide for her, but the moment she is denied food, doubt creeps in.
- **The Search for a Cure:** Could there be a way to remove her curse? Or is she doomed to hunger forever?
- **Mistrust & Fear:** Other survivors may view her as a necessary evil—or a monster to be put down before hunger takes hold.
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
Attack Stat: 4
Defense Stat: 4
[15/15 points spent]
Proficiency Points:
- Full Name: Veyla Thorne
- Alias/Nickname: Windego
- Heritage / Culture: Ailor?
- Age: 24
- Gender / Pronouns: Female
- Religion: ???
- Occult: idk, I feel like she should because she's cursed with insatiable hunger whenever she gets hungry and turns on those around her. Essentially cannibalizing.
- Character Occupation: Huntress, Wonderer
- Eye Color: Hazel Green
- Skin Color: Olive
- Hair: Very Long Brunette, Often Tied to keep from whisking away, brushed whenever opportunity gives (because often it's unruly) but does prefer it free.
- Height: 5,11
- Body Type: Toned, Hourglass,
- Additional Features: Birthmark under right eye, and corner left beneath her mouth. Faded but Scarred throughout her body. Seems malnourished yet glowing.
- Fairly well built through years traveling place to place throughout the wilderness against beast or man. Though less than dainty hands that seem always fiddling with a ring on her finger when situations roll through. Or mutterings to herself.
- she has currently and unfortunately stolen much finer clothes for her to wear. Her albeit thick and hide made attire. Was to engrossed with the grime of travel or dried blood of both game and poor victims of her past. Having hardly any time or chance to buy or make new clothing with what she harvests.
Entering the new city and its robust noise and smells, hair partially unkept but attempting to blend into the crowd.
Skill Information
- Hobbies and Talents:
- Huntress
- Scout
- Harvester
- Foraging
- Shelter Building
- Stealth
- Steady Hands
- good sense of smell and hearing
- endurance
(Hobbies)
- wood Carving
- story telling
- observing
- sharpening
- Mechanics:
- - Unstable Hunger: Veyla must be regularly fed by teammates. If her hunger drops to three or below, she loses control and turns on the nearest player, attacking them to steal their food. (Which is pretty much her trying to 'eat' you lol)
- Carnivore's Curse: She cannot eat crops, bread, or plant-based foods. Only meats—raw or cooked—sustain her. (Golden apples and carrots are an exception) Rotten flesh provides minor sustenance, but at a cost.
- The Starved State: If left hungry for too long, her attacks become erratic, making her an unpredictable threat to everyone.
- Languages:
- I feel like she knows 1 or 2 more but idk what they're for yet. The names are confusing.
Backstory/Plothooks:
Veyla Thorne was born into a family of renowned hunters, raised in the depths of an ancient, mist-cloaked forest where the wild dictated survival. Her people, the Thorned Kin, believed in balance—only taking what they needed, honoring every kill, and never hunting for sport. They thrived for generations, their knowledge of the land unmatched.
But when an unnatural winter fell upon the land, balance was shattered. The snows came early, burying the forests under thick, suffocating drifts. Game vanished. The rivers froze solid. One by one, the Thorned Kin withered, their strength eroded by hunger.
Veyla fought to keep her family alive, but the days turned to weeks, and desperation set in. She tracked the faintest signs of movement, digging through the snow, following trails of wind-scattered bones—only to find emptiness, silence, and death at every turn. When her younger brother took his last breath, Veyla lost all reason.
In the dark of that endless winter, hunger whispered to her. Survive. There is food still. You need only take it.
The first time, it was out of grief. The second, necessity. By the third, she had stopped justifying it. The hunger had become something more than a need—it was an obsession, a curse bound to her very being. When the thaw finally came and the snows receded, she emerged from the woods alone. And changed.
The people of the nearest village knew something was wrong the moment they saw her. The hollowness in her eyes. The way she lingered at the edge of the firelight. When they found the remains of what she had done, they branded her a monster and drove her from the land. She has been running ever since, clinging to any semblance of normality—so long as she is fed.
But should that hunger return… there will be no reasoning with her.
——-
**Personality & Roleplay Hooks**
- **Guilt & Survival:** Veyla fights to suppress her nature but knows deep down that she is a danger to those around her.
- **Loyal, But Unstable:** She is fiercely protective of those who provide for her, but the moment she is denied food, doubt creeps in.
- **The Search for a Cure:** Could there be a way to remove her curse? Or is she doomed to hunger forever?
- **Mistrust & Fear:** Other survivors may view her as a necessary evil—or a monster to be put down before hunger takes hold.
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
Attack Stat: 4
Defense Stat: 4
[15/15 points spent]
Proficiency Points:
- Strength: 4
- Bruiser Stance Ability: (free)
- Weapon Throw: (Free)
- Bruiser Riposte: 1/4
- wounded Ego: 2/4
- Technique parry: 3/4
- Reflecting strike: 4/4
- Constitution: 4
- Fortitude: 1/4
- Iron will: 2/4
- Bulwark; 3/4
- Intelligence: 3
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- Wisdom: 1
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- Dexterity: 3
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- Faith: 0
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- Magic: 0
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- Charisma:0
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