Vanya- campfire

Vanya chose to sit on a tree stump a couple footsteps away from the majority of the soldiers. She was not a good company to have at the moment and she refused to be distracted by their chants and other shenanigans. She couldn't bear their overwhelming joy and even less their desire to force her into dancing and chanting with them. So the elf isolated herself from her band of brothers. She took her knife and a wooden stick she started to carve when she heard the muffled sound of boots walking on the soft ground. Someone was coming closer. She quickly changed the way she held her knife to prepare herself for an attack and lifted her head.  Richard was standing in front of her. He was just dressed in a loosely fitted black shirt a pair of black pants and his old trusty pair of leather boots. Because their last mission took several weeks, Richard was sporting a scruffy beard and his hair was long enough for him to be able to tie it into a loose low ponytail.

"What are you doing alone, Vanya?"

"I needed some time for myself."

"Seems like you always need some time for yourself. All these years and you still don't want to spend a full night with us? Are you afraid of getting drunk?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. How ridiculous that statement was! She wasn't scared of getting drunk, as a matter of fact, she always got shitfaced whenever she indulged in drinking. What bothered her was that she tended to speak of things she would rather keep to herself.  She didn't want to spill her guts and expose her weaknesses to the greedy eyes of friends who could turn into foes with a hefty load of money. She pursed her lips together and twirled her knife in her hand. 

"Nope. I'm not afraid. I just don't feel like getting drunk with you guys." She shrugged, planted her knife into the tree stump, and tilted her head to the side to look at him straight in the eyes. "What do you want, Richard?" 

"Why do you assume I want something from you?" -He asked, furrowing a brow as he was curious about what she wanted to say. Vanya sighed and put both hands on her knees-. 

"Because I know you never ask something without wanting something in return. So... Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Richard knew little about Vanya except that she was of noble ascendance and, for some reason, became a gun-for-hire. He knew her parents were dead and she was angry but he didn't know why. He shouldn't be bothered with her past like he was because so many of them had awful pasts. So many of them were orphans, products of war, forged with fire and hardened by battles.  Vanya's unwillingness to share elements of her past, her aloofness, and her rough exterior piqued his interest. Perhaps that was the reason for his interest in her He shrugged, closed the distance between them, put his foot on the tree stump, and bent a little forward. 

"Why did you leave the royal court?"

"Why do you care?" -She almost bit her tongue while trying to reply to him. The question made her blush as he didn't expect her to retort with her own question. He furrowed his brows and looked at her with a confused look on his face.

"Why wouldn't I care about you? We've been together for 15 years now! It's a very long time in human years, Van." She pursed her lips and wrapped her arms around her leg. "I'm serious. You're my friend, and I know when something is on your mind. It's the only topic that gets you all defensive."

"I don't want to open old wounds, Rich. I left the court because I wanted to! I /had/ to!" -She tried to defend herself but it didn't come out as very convincing. So Richard's blue eyes stared at her with a harsher glow.

"And yet, you still cover your face when we walk into the royal city. If you didn't care about being recognized you wouldn't do this. So, I have to ask, what is it that you are so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid. I am /angry/!" -She pointed out, unable to stop herself from speaking to him. Richard tilted his head to the side, now certain that he was starting to have the real answer to his question. She was angry and immediately he started to wonder who or what made her angry. Was it the court itself? Was it someone peculiar? She realized it was too late to backpedal and she was way too angry to think about lying. So she ran her hand over her face and moistened her lips.- "My parents were framed, I don't know who or why but they were framed and I can't do shit about it except find the people responsible for it. Because they were of noble ascendance, they were disgraced and marked as criminals instead of killed. My mother couldn't deal with the shame and she killed herself, well she let herself die when she got sick. My father took all the odd jobs he could to provide for me but that killed him. I left the court because all I could think about was finding the one responsible for the slander to force them to admit the truth or kill them if they didn't want to." 

Her orange eyes set upon Richard's face as she wanted to study his very reaction to her words. She was taking a huge risk by confiding in him but she trusted Richard more than anything else. He was her friend, perhaps the only friend she ever had in her life and she knew she could trust him. They had each other's backs for so long that it became second nature for them to care for each other. Still, she felt awfully vulnerable at this instant because she didn't know how he would react to her answer.  The elf expected anything from the human,  from laughter to a lecture but he did nothing of the sort. The mercenary sat next to her, his frame looking in the same direction as she was. His attitude was friendly, which made the elf relax next to the soldier. He glanced at her and quietly laid his arms against his thighs. 

"Do you have any leads?"

"Not yet.  I know that it's not an average noble who started the rumors. It came from a very powerful noble. I would... I just need to ensure it's not who I think it is."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"The King." -Vanya whispered, almost unsure of her words. Richard blinked-

"The What???" -Vanya's ears flipped and lowered and she covered her face with both hands.-

"You heard me well. He was a prince when that happened... I know it's a big accusation but you really have to trust me and my guts. They're telling me that it's him but I need to know for sure that he is involved in my family's disgrace." -She held onto his hand and squeezed harder- "Please, Rich... Swear to me that you're not going to tell my business to the others."

"I  swear on everything I hold dear!"

"Thank you. I appreciate it. "

" I'll help you in your quest. I know how hurt you are and I want to wipe the smug grin off of the king's face anyway. So count me in. I'll help you." -She pinched her lips together and nodded slowly. It was settled then. They would investigate and give her justice.-

It was settled.

Vanya B. Quimarys trivia: Her attire.

Vanya travels light. Her outfit consists of a pair of black leather pants. black boots and a long-sleeved green shirt. She also covers herself with a huge cloak she uses to blend in and hide her sword, her twin daggers, and a little bag filled with potions and unguent. She also carries a bow and arrows on her back and usually rides a horse when she has one or walks to her next destination. Her red hair stood out, however, and she came to be known as the redhead elf.

ITNOF: Tiffäen Silverwood -Elf profile- WIP

Tiffäen Silverwood, The daughter of the light, 7500 Years old

            A.k.a: Tiphaine Wilburg

            Race: Elf

            Ability: White Magic

            Hair: black

            Eyes: green

            Skin: pearly white

Tiffäen Silverwood is the new queen of the Elves. After the death of the forgotten King during the First Age and the death of his son shortly after, there only was one family powerful enough to rule the Elves' kingdom:  the Silverwoods. They consider themselves to be above all and believe that Bahamut's role as the keeper of both worlds is simply a “duty”. They despise the werewolves and vampires they see as abominations created by the First Men, while in fact, they ignore everything about them. They see dragons as pets they often bend to their will. The only race they felt connected with and respected a little more was the unicorns due to their purity and great magic and they were devastated by their genocide.

Tiffäen tries to be neutral when it comes to the others but she is blinded by the fear of enduring another chaotic reign like the one of the forgotten King. She is also worried about a second rise of the dragons and their retaliation on the seven kingdoms. Yet, somehow, she still believes that elves should never change the new order and treat poorly the dragons. While she sometimes lacks vision, Tiffäen is a strong woman, a cunning leader, and one with the wits and sharp tongue of her people. She is also very powerful and educated enough to know Ancient History. She also notices that there is something strange up in the air and discovers that it's because the black dragon has lost her heart and with the upcoming death of Bahamut, the world is in danger.

Beautiful (ridiculously beautiful) with long golden locks that perfectly frame her graceful face, Queen Tiffäen is stupendously beautiful. She is taller and slender than most New Men. Her hair is so long that she has to braid it several times to keep it steady, but it's still long enough to flatter her buttocks. Her face is angular and symmetrical and she usually wears a fancy made of glass and a silver crown on top of her hair.

She fought against Bahamut and Almaryl during the first war of the crowns and later on, a second time, where she witnessed the destruction of the dragons' kingdom, the genocide of the unicorns, and the enslavement of the Dragons. She is also secretly plotting to eradicate the vampires and the werewolves she still sees as an abomination. Yet, when Almaryl enters her kingdom and seeks both her help and the release of her people, she clashes with the dragon queen before siding up with her as a new Age of Darkness is about to come.

New profile (Elf): Vanya Beryl Quimaris

Vanya Beryl Quimaris (Elf OC)

I wanted an Elf OC :) 

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Main Faceclaim: Sonequa Martin-Green

Other FC: TBD

Real Name: Vanya Beryl Quimaris

Nicknames: Van, Little Light, the Ice Queen.

Age: 1500 years old.

Height: 185 cm

Weight: 70 kg

Special features:  She has a cut on her lip, and a scar from a fight she lost and she always refuses to heal to remember.

Physical appearance: 

Vanya is your average-sized toned woman. Her skin is flawless. Her hair is shoulder-length, wavy, and dark red. Her eyes are brown and orange, to remind her of the Autumn season. She also has a scar on her lips from a fight she lost.  She works out very hard and has well-defined arms and shoulders on top of her ample chest and toned torso.

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Alignment: Neutral

Specie:  Wood Elve.

Occupation: Soldier

Abilities: 

Elementalist: Van has the ability to manipulate Plants.

Enhanced Attributes: Have all attributes (senses, speed, durability, strength) enhanced.

Immortality: Since Elves are better than Humans at everything, Vanya's Lifespan/Immune System is too. Meaning she cannot die of "Old Age", Poisoning, or Disease.

Accelerated Regeneration: Can heal from any form of damage unless it's life-threatening (decapitation for example)

Skills: 

Combat Pragmatism: Vanya was shown to be a very intelligent individual who could outsmart her enemies even under extreme stress and could easily think her way out of dangerous situations.

Multilingualism: Because of her extensive time spent on the battlefield, she is well-versed in several languages. 

Expert hand-to-hand combattant: As a warrior, Van is well-versed in fighting styles and can use most weapons she can get her hands on.

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

Aloofness: Vanya doesn't really trust people. Her family had been disgraced and turned into simple warriors. The scandal that led to the disgrace and demotion soured the young woman who didn't want to trust people. Her aloofness sometimes weighs on her shoulders and she feels lonely. Her defiance and her lack of trust in others cost her friendships and alliances.

Mortality: Although Vanya is an incredible elf, she is still susceptible to dying via injuries.

Family:

 Mother: Deceased- name scratched from records.

 Father: Deceased- name scratched from records.

Universe:   TBD

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Van is a secretive and aloof person. She is very angry at the way her family was treated and how it destroyed them. She knows she can't get revenge for her father but she's willing to move forward and try to live a better life and honour her parents. She isn't used to people being affectionate with her because of her nature as an Elf and the name of her family. Vanya craves connections and affection but she is scared of being hurt again. She doesn't make friends easily; truth be told, she has only one because of her odd behavior: Richard thé human soldier.

Fictional Character Biography: 

Van's family was framed by the royal family because the King became increasingly paranoid. They lost their status and Van's mother couldn't handle being shunned by her family and former friends. She fell sick and died of a broken heart. Van's father lost himself to alcohol and died during a bar brawl. Vanya became a warrior, some sort of gun for hire in order to survive.  Upset by the way the Wood Elf King led his kingdom, she decided to leave and mingle with the humans.