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 Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:01 pm
-The Siblings-
-Priscilla Viniva
-Sothen Viniva
- The Former Jamais Siblings -
-Rath Jamais Viniva
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:25 pm
 Name xoxoPriscilla VinivaAge xoxo34Gender xoxoFemaleBirthday xoxoSpring 16Height xoxo5'9"Hair Color xoxoDark auburnEye Color xoxoGreenish greySexuality xoxoHeterosexualJob xoxoMechanic/RepairmanPrized Possessions xoxoHer goggles, five silver rings, and her journal under the bed.History xoxoHailing from a desert merchant town, Priscilla used to be unfamiliar with winter, and had only previously seen snow in books before coming to Niravni. The family name, Viniva, was a well known one in generations past, but those times were long gone as her parents struck poverty in their foolishness. She has come to resent their aimless ways, and tries her best not to allow Sothen, or herself to follow in their footsteps.
xoxoHowever, Priscilla had admired her grandparents in their old home in Northern Italy, visiting whenever possible. While her parents could never afford the ticket, and neither would they want to fund such an expedition, her grandparents still held onto some of the old wealth which they spared to see their grandchildren. Her grandfather, an old inventor, taught her everything she knows about machinery and metals. While learning to weld metal, and to honor her grandfather, she vowed to create a ring for every significant event in her life time.
Ring One: The day her grandfather taught her how to weld metal. It's easy to tell which ring it is because it's not very attractive looking, but it is close to her heart. The day started as a visit to her grandparent's home -one of her favorite places in the world-, she was eight years old and idolized her grandparents. The old smell of their house and the numerous old artifacts there fascinated her. Every bedtime story was about one item in the house. Whether it be some war relic, some old plate, anything could be the subject for a story. So Priscilla came to her grandparent's house, anxious to hear about something else, perhaps that grandfather clock she has been curious about for so long, but her grandfather had different plans. He took her to the basement, a place usually forbidden and therefore an exciting mystery, with the intent of teaching young Priscilla about welding metals. With excitement, Priscilla made her first ring alongside her dear grandfather. After that, they spent many days together, her grandfather teaching the tricks of the trade. He was an inventor, and had created many strange contraptions in the basement.
Ring Two: This one is quite predictable: this one she made after the death of her grandfather. Priscilla was twelve when he died. She knew it was coming, he was old and it was his time. She did not grieve long for him, knowing he would not want her to. Priscilla does not see much sadness in death, especially if the person had lived a long happy life. In his will, he had left a pair of welding goggles for Priscilla. The goggles were the object of her favorite story that she would ask him to tell her again and again. Her grandfather had found them in the house when he and Priscilla's grandmother first moved into the house. These goggles are the same ones she wears today.
Ring Three: Her grandparent's home was a safe haven for Priscilla, back at home was another story. They were always short on cash. She, at 13 years old, and her brother, at 12 years, began their stealing habits. Nothing big, just a loaf of bread here and there during lunch break at school. They were inseparable tricksters. Thick as thieves, to be literal. It was the classic: one would distract whoever was selling the food while the other would quietly sneak away with it. Afterwards, both would run to their secret hideout near the river by the house. This 'secret hideout' was really an abandoned tool shed of a rancher nearby. The stealing was how Priscilla became clearheaded. In order to lie effectively, she had to keep herself in control.
One day, during the lunch break, one of the teachers decided to follow the children, thinking they would walk home. To his dismay, he witnessed the act of stealing Priscilla and Sothen had performed and pursued them to the hideout. Panicked, Priscilla stood at the deteriorating door to distract the man while she let her brother escape with their prize. She couldn't help but notice the strange look in her teacher's eyes. For some reason it made her uncomfortable, and it wasn't until she was older that she realized it was a look of pity.
Without a word, the teacher grabbed her hand and dragged her back to the school into his room. Priscilla still remembers the smell of old books this teacher had to him. After what seemed a long time, he finally spoke, telling her, "Every lunch break, until you leave this school, I want you two to come to this classroom. That is your punishment." The teacher then dismissed the confused student. After informing her brother of the news, the siblings were anxious all morning of the following day, fearing the worst. When lunch arrived, they ventured to his classroom to find two books, one on each desk in front of the classroom. They were told to read every lunch period and he just might feed them. Both siblings were dubious at first, where was the catch? It was almost too corny, who helps two street urchins like them besides in books? They did not believe the teacher until they saw him pull the sandwiches out of his bag. The food was more than enough to get them to sit and read for hours, corny or not, and it wasn't long before both Sothen and Priscilla stayed after school to read with the teacher, mostly to avoid venturing home. With his help, both Priscilla and Sothen were able to get into a better high school, even if the two siblings still managed to get caught up in trouble once in awhile.
She did, for a short period of time, develop a crush on the teacher. Needless to say, that man became her favorite teacher who she shared all of her ideas with. Priscilla created this ring to thank for his interference and for all those sandwiches.
Ring Four: This story Priscilla keeps top secret...
Ring Five: This ring was made in high hopes before moving to Nirvani.
Nivani Life
Living in Nirvani for several years now, she has earned herself a decent reputation as the mechanic around town. While she has matured some, her sly nature is still present and thriving. Her taste in clothing is questionable and she most definitely has a flair for anything steam punk. Or anything metal really. At least you can see her face with her newest hair cut.
While her business reputation has grown, her personal life is quite lacking. She has hardly a friend, but only herself to blame for that. She knows only how to mess with people, and that's perfectly fine for her. It gives Priscilla more time to herself in her work shed at home in the woods.
Priscilla still has not given up on her brother either; her antics to find him a wife have only become more focused. Time is running out after all! She won't have her dream of being the crazy awesome aunt crushed.Likes xoxo- Cookies
xoxo- Bugs
xoxo- Machinery
xoxo- Any Metal
xoxo- Sothen
xoxo- Clocks
Dislikes xoxo- Sheep
xoxo- Cake
xoxo- Strong Perfume
xoxo- Negligence
xoxo- Arrogance
xoxo- Radishes
Theme xoxoThemeMiscellaneous xoxo- Expert liar and manipulator, but believes in honesty concerning her job...Most of the time.
xoxo- Can speak English, Arabic (Levatine), and some Italian
xoxo- Can only read and write efficiently in Modern Standard Arabic. Can only barely read in English.
xoxo- She almost always wears her goggles
xoxo- Can come across as intimidating, and loves to mess with people.
xoxo- Biggest turn offs: Laziness, extreme wealth, and a short stature.
xoxo- Turn ons: Tall stature, honesty (opposites attract, right?), and a sense of humor.
xoxo- Young Adult
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:48 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x Sothen||| Viniva
❝...❞ ► My name is Sothen.► I am 33 years old.► I measure 6'► I go for the female gender.► I was born on Summer 22nd.► My job is Stablehand.► Likes
♥ Buffets
♥ Priscilla
♥ Vegetables, especially carrots
♥ Animals, especially cows and horses
♥ Cookies
♥ The forest ► Dislikes
x Swimming
x Doughnuts
x Coffee
x Gambling
x Cities► I suppose I could tell you...
xoxoThe sleazy merchant town where Sothen grew up, alongside Priscilla, is a place he would be happy never to revisit. The arid climate, the constant bartering, the thievery, there wasn't really anything he can say was positive about it. Scraping by everyday with his older sister wasn't the pleasant childhood he would have hoped for, and neither were his parents. Sothen would rather think of his grandparents, the Viniva's as his own parents. His mother was the assistant of one of the worst merchants in town: the apothecary. Or in other words, drugs. While luckily, she was not addicted to anything, she and the sibling's father loved to go out in drink to forget their problems, like so many before them. It didn't help that the couple managed to accumulate quite the amount of debt. Sothen and Priscilla were the stereotypical street urchins, with holes in their clothes and dirt in their hair. Not that they didn't have their own fun at times. Messing with the farmer at the outskirts of the city was their favorite past times, and while Sothen felt a slight pang of guilt for messing with the poor guy, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to farm on actual, fertile, soil.
xoxoOn the rare occasion Sothen got to visit his beloved grandparents, he always ate as much as he could, often becoming sick in the process. While Priscilla bonded more with their grandfather, Sothen and his grandmother shared a tight relationship. He was always a granmama boy. She taught him to bake her secret cookies and to take care of the few animals they owned. Oftentimes, these cookies are the only way Sothen is able to bribe his sister. Not only that, but his grandmother also taught him the family history, leaving him bewildered at the current state of the old family. He knows there is little he can do, but Sothen hopes that he might be able to restore some of the honor to the Viniva name, whether it be his children, or his children's children. When he has enough money saved, he plans to buy a ticket for his grandmother to come visit the land where the siblings were hoping to build a better life.
xoxoPriscilla was always the one to take charge out of the duo, and to this day, she often makes the executive decisions. The two siblings cannot imagine being separated. Sothen is always the more serious one, the one working behind the scenes while his sister did the talking. While his voice is more on the softer side, his sister always had the voice of a leader, or a commander. He was always more nimble with his fingers, and he always had more of a grace with his movements. Sothen is able to keep himself out of the way and hidden, despite his tall frame. Because of his familiarity with this skill, he tends to keep himself out of the spotlight and his presence hidden. With his quieter and more reserved manner, he can also come across as intimidating, and perhaps a bit creepy. Nobody wants to talk to a man lurking in the shadows. Priscilla is making him work on this though, as she does want nieces and nephews one day, and she knows he has a softer side.
.► A few years passed...
► Family
xoxoPriscilla Viniva: Dearest older sister.
xoxoRath Viniva: Younger brother. Kind of. ► Misc.xoxo-Can't swim.
xoxo- Can speak English, Arabic (Levantine), and some Italian
xoxo- Can read and write in Modern Standard Arabic.
xoxo- Loves to ride horses...or camels (not very good at it).
xoxo- Can also come across as intimidating, and a bit cold
xoxoTheme
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 6:06 pm
x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x Rath||| Jamais Viniva
❝What the ******** you looking at?❞ ► My name is Rath. Don't forget it.► I am 23 years old.► I measure 6' 1"► I go for the ladies.► I was born on Winter 12th.► My job is Personal bodyguard.► Likes
♥ Fresh fruits
♥ Younger brother
♥ Quality
♥ Working
♥ Messing with Priscilla
♥ Good food ► Dislikes
x Flamboyance
x Boats
x Laziness
x Pie
x Rich bastards► Be careful what you wish for...
Like Priscilla and Sothen, I come from the same stink hole they did. I actually remember them a bit when I was a wee toddler. They were eating all my dad's sandwiches. He saved their asses. Too bad he couldn't save mine while he was alive. Or my poor little brother's. Anyways, Priscilla and Sothen left when I was 10. I didn't really know them well, but my father kept in touch. Writing letters and some s**t like that. They were just another two annoying school kids he worried about. Anyways. I grew up not knowing my own mother, and it's pretty damn obvious my physical genes come mostly from her since my father was pretty pale. Other than that I have my father to thank for everything else. He was a nice guy, good values considering. Not sure how he ended up in a fling with my mother; I guess she was a traveler passing through or some dumb crap story. She stuck around for two years then packed up. I used to pretend she was some warrior off to a perpetual war, protecting me. Then I grew up. Y'know how it goes. She was gonna take me with her, but my father put up a good fight. Can't say which I would have rather have been with, seeing how I didn't know her. Don't even know her name. But my father wanted me around more than she did, so I'm thankful for that much.
That all being said, it's pretty obvious I never had a female role model in my life, not even when xxx's mother came along. She was just some woman in my house. What popped out of her though changed my life. My little bro. Gotta love him. He's a bit pessimistic though. Meek like. Don't blame him. I have faith though; I think I've been a good role model for him. Most of the time. Our father died when I was 20, and little xx was only 10. His mother bailed, she didn't have a job to support us and I refused to let xx to go with her. In his final days he handed me a letter from Priscilla, telling me to keep it close to my heart. It was a strange request, why the hell would I care about some letter? But I did as I was told; he was in enormous pain. We couldn't afford for him to get proper medical care. Shortly after his death I traveled out west, trying to strike it out on my own for awhile. I did whatever honest job I could; I didn't want to end up like the street thugs in my town. It wasn't easy though.► Then I came to Nirvani...
Struggling to make ends meet, I was in southern Italy rethinking my life, deep s**t I know, and looked again at the last thing my father gave me. It took three long years before I actually looked at the envelop and saw the address there; for so long have I analyzed the text inside. It meant nothing to me, but an address? That meant everything! Things finally clicked and I took a ship over to Nirvani to a, to say the least, shocked Priscilla. I was tired of living as a poor b*****d and not being able to give xxx a stable life.
Knocking on the door to her poor shack of a house, I tried to remember the girl I knew years ago. I had imagined a kind soul whom my father trusted. One who would take us in with open arms and bake warm cookies every day. I didn't know what I would greet at that door would be a million times better. You remember how I mentioned I never had a female role model in my life? That was the day I found one.
Thank the ******** Goddess for that.► Family
xxx: Younger brother
Priscilla Viniva: Older sister? Whatever. I live with her.
Sothen Viniva: Older brother. Gives me smokes.► Misc.
-Speaks English, some French, and Arabic (Levatine)
-Changed last name to Viniva to fit in more in the town. Not just some strangers living in Priscilla's house. Not that she really gives a damn what the townspeople think.
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