``Veruca

[``Oracle]

Your Name:: Van
Your Age:: Old
Canon or Original:: Original
How did you find us:: I own you.

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Name:: Veruca Daime Louis
Alias:: Oracle
Age:: 21
Job/Position:: Musician
Location:: Ombra

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Appearance::

Veruca is one of the stranger people in Ombra, immediately obvious by her colorless appearance. Her hair and skin both are white-pale, and her eyes clear, watery blue. Even her eye-brows and lashes are white. She could almost be mistaken for one of the white women, if not for the fact that she is obviously more solid, and . In fact, growing up, the superstitious women in her family would say that she was one of the white women come back to life. They even went so far to say that she could look into your soul, hence the Alias 'Oracle'.

Her build is slim, and long, and though she looks very weak, she is of average strength. She usually wears light, flowing material, and allows her long white hair to flow freely, rarely tying it up, even on formal occasions.

Distinguishing Features:: Extreme Albinism

Personality::

Veruca has a very quiet, soft spoken personality. When she performs, her voice is full, and easily heard, but when she talks, it is almost as if she only has a half voice, because she is so quiet. She only ever talks after she has taken the time to read the situation, and make a good point. She doesn't usually bother with small talk, but if someone makes her feel comfortable talking to them, she will talk to them about anything.

It takes a long time for Veruca to come out of her shell around people when she is not performing. When she plays, or sings, she knows she can grab her audiences attention, and so she is open. When she is not performing though, she is not so sure about herself, making her incredibly shy.

Though Veruca has never been given a reason not to trust anyone, having lived a sheltered life, she has heard enough about deceit and evil men to have learned not to trust easily.

Strengths::

• Singing
  
• Koto
  
• Attention Span
  
• Generous
  
• Patient
  
• Reading a situation
  

Weaknesses::

• Physical Activities
  
• Shy
  
• Almost blind
  
• Fear of disappointing
  
• Sunlight
  

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Companions::
Mother - Vivian, Socialite, musician.
Father - Edward, Inventor.
Her parents are the usual rich, self-righteous, better than thou type.

History::

From a very young age, Veruca was odd. She was always too alert to her surroundings, she noticed far too much for an infant. She was quiet, hardly ever crying, or even laughing, just watching things go on around her. She picked up on Koto when she was only three. She climbed onto her mothers stool next to the instrument, and started picking at the strings. Even without the picks on her fingers, her mother could tell that she would have a talent at music.

Growing up, she was trained on many instruments, but took to none of them as well as she took to the Koto. She was given her own Koto at the age of nine, as well as any other instrument she asked for. Shortly after, she started training her voice. Being surrounded by music, Veruca had to need for friends, and her parents were happy for that. No outside forces to twist their daughter, and turn her against them. They weren't too happy though, when at the age of eighteen, Veruca expressed interest in performing in public, as an everyday street performer. A Strolling player.

They were angered by her even suggesting that she would perform in such a way, stating that any daughter of theirs would only perform in the most prestigious of social circles. In their frustration, they failed to notice that Veruca's belongings were going missing, one by one. The only time the they notice was when, finally, they were forced to watch their only daughter walk away with one thing that was left; the Koto.

RP example::

[Posted as Rumor..]

Rainstorms and cold weather was nothing new for Rumor, and therefore she was perfectly at ease wandering through the abandoned village she had found. This was the furthest south she had ever wandered into Ombra, and the familiar weather was comforting to her. She was quite enjoying herself, tramping through the rain, climbing up the broken down walls of houses, and jumping off of them on the other side. She was careful to keep Rosmerta safe, but still insistent on having fun, so instead of leaving the glass woman to dangle from the sling around her neck, she had tucked her securely into the dry inside of her small leather bag, which she now wore on her front side, instead of slung over her back. She placed her hand under the bag, supportively, before jumping from the roof of what looked like it had once been a stable.

Despite the fun she was having, the fact remained that she was hopelessly loss. In all the spinning, running, climbing and jumping that she had done, she had lost track of which was north was. Without the aid of the sun, and with the mountains shielded from view by the plentiful tree's, she didn't know what way she was going. She decided to worry about that when the weather cleared up though, and for the first time since she had decided to go south from Ombra, instead of retreating back into the mountains, she felt at ease, even happy.

She climbed onto one of the last houses in the village, using the windowsill as the step, before jumping, and pulling herself up onto the flat, shabby roof. She looked off curiously at the view this last roof gave her. She had never seen an actual grave-yard up close before. Only in illustrations in the books she used to look through in her home village. The villages in the north were too small to bother with tombstones, and engraving, and anything else of the sort. Even if they were large enough to bother, half of them didn't even house anyone literate enough to scratch their name into the bark of a tree, let alone engrave a stone, which, admittedly, the mountains had plenty of. Where she was from, people were buried in their backyards, with wooded crosses marking their place, and the families relied on memory to tell them who was who.

Seeing those crosses in the yards of those kind enough to house her had always creeped her out, but looking down on this mass of stone markers, she felt nothing of the sort. Instead she was mildly curious about it, and she walked, instead of hopping like she had been, over the run down roof, aiming to get a better look. Her boots thudded gently over the time-softened wood as she approached the other side, then sat on the edge looking out over the graveyard, her feet dangling over the side. "Who would live in a place with a view like this?" She wondered out loud. Having ears nearby to pick up her question was the last thing Rumor expected to find.

Other::
Veruca only plays her Koto in Ombra. She very rarely takes it outside of the city, since it is too heavy to carry around. The only time she will travel with it is when she is requested to perform with it somewhere. Otherwise, she takes a smaller, lighter instrument.

[``Oracle]

Dusty! I'm done! Come look at me!

[Dustfinger]

I would say 'welcome to the site,' but...

xD You're accepted.

[``roxane]

Haha.
Welcome to the site yourself. =P