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Vita's birth mother was a lovely little Skh'et named Celena. She is hard working little woman with a big sexual appetite. She had many lovers, both before and after she conceived little Vita. Eventually, Celena earned a position cleaning the bed chambers of a young count's manor. Every once in a while Celena would encounter the young man, and the proper, polite words would be exchanged before she'd get on with her duties. For no Skh'et likes to dilly dally when there is work to be done.
Over the course of the months, however, the count seemed to appear more and more wherever Celena was working. Polite words turned into flirtations, and eventually, as such things could lead to, a very physical relationship between the two. The count most certainly did not love the Skh'et, and felt no shame or regret at their encounters. Besides that, the little creature had already tarnished her reputation, and didn't seem to care that others whispered about her rather loose ways. But then, Celena's menses never came. Then another month went by with no sign of them, and by then she was experiencing ailments that commonly came with pregnancy. Celena never spoke a word of it to the count, and he never asked, even when her belly became round and full. Eventually he lost interest in the Skh'et, and when she gave birth to the child, he asked that she leave his manor, but leave the child in his care. Celena reluctantly left her daughter, but knew better than to argue with those above her. In a new home she wouldn't have to bear the shame of a fatherless child.
The count then ordered another skh'et couple, the Tinkertons, to care for the child. The Tinkertons, having no children of their own, were more than happy to oblige. They named her Vita and raised her as if their own..
As soon as Vita was old enough for work, at approximately the age of six, she was sent to work with the scullery maids. where she cleaned and set tables for the higher servants. Vita was never content with servant work, like most skh'et were. She often dilly-dallied through her duties, her head full of thoughts and worries. She didn't feel that this was the life she was meant to live, like there were larger and more important things in the world that she could be a part of. She often went outside and wandered into the stables while daydreaming about what the world away from the manor would be like. She liked to visit with the groom and horses there.
She'd often sneak treats out to the horses, apple slices or sugar cubes from the kitchens of the manor as that is what the groom told her the horses liked as a special treat. Vita even went as far as to shirk her responsibilities to visit the stables sometimes. The horses would always stick their heads out of their stalls to greet her, searching her hands and pockets for goodies. This went on until Vita's tenth birthday, when she was told by her parents that the count demanded her presence.
She was sure the count was ready to dismiss her from his household, and she both relished and feared the thought of it. She'd be able to break away and discover the city and world around her, but she did not want to end up the red circle of the city. She heard very bad tales about that place. She knew it was no place for the likes of her. But as she entered the count's study and curtseyed before him, he surprised her. He asked, very kindly, if she would prefer work in the stables. She stammered and barely whispered her reply with a yes. Upon her answer, another servant stepped forward and deposited a set of stable hand livery into her hands.
The count proceeded to inform her that she would now receive schooling apart from the other servant children. She would meet with a scribe in the manor's garden every morning after completing her stable duties. This utterly confused the child, but she did not argue. "You look just like your mother." The count commented offhandedly before he sent her out. She thought it was a rather odd thing to say. She knew she looked nothing like her parents. She had always thought that she took after one of her deceased grandparents, or at least that was what her parents had always told her. What an odd birthday this had turned out to be.
As a stable hand, Vita had a little more freedom than working as a servant. Her usual duties took place early in the morning and later in the evening. She spent her free time exploring the city surrounding the manor. It was after her eleventh birthday that she saw an Azrein for the first time. The Azrein was more amazing than she had ever imagined from the stories she was told. Similar to a horse, but really not the same at all. It was much larger, and had odd patterns and markings on it that you would never see on any normal equine. She was too timid to approach the Azrein or its bonded, but she was determined to gain the courage and get up close to one, someday.
It is now past Vita's fifteenth birthday. Her responsibilities have been increased as she has proven to be a hard worker and gifted with horses. She has been tasked with riding the count's horses to a meadow just outside of the city where they could get some exercise and fresh air every once in a while, along with her other daily work. Every day she went to the meadow, hoping to meet another Azrein.
And she finally did. She met an Azrein by the name of Gwyn, who took a fancy to the girl's pure heart. After a long day of conversation and following the girl about while she did her daily chores, a very special bond formed between the two. It was the best day of the girl's entire life. But after a few short months of bliss, the Six attacked, and Gwyn's life was lost in the merciless bloodshed. Vita has not been the same since then.
She then met a demon by the name of Altais. Although, Vita is under the impression that Altais is human. After such a long period of dejection and silence, the demon sparked a flame in little Vita. She can hardly pass more than a minute without thinking about Altais, where he was, what he was doing. She hardly understood this obsession she had with him. What she didn't know, was that all she was to Altais was a good meal.
