Name: Vetra [Lithuanian for 'storm'; a call back to the lightning storm that brought life to Frankenstein's monster]
Race: Elidae
Gender: Female
3 Base Traits: Obstinate, Dismissive, Attentive
Personality:
Vetra moves to the beat of her own drum. While she sees her tasks and training as important, she isn't keen on keeping up with any sort of schedule. She prefers to sleep in, take naps on sunny days and generally just enjoy life instead of measuring each days worth by how much she accomplished. When pushed to do things she doesn't want to do she's been known to dig her heels in, and outright ignore the other party in favor of returning to her peace.
Instead of reacting with anger when her world views are challenged, Vetra has a tendency to underreact. She shuts down as if the other person simply doesn't exist, refuses to respond and may even walk away if given the chance. If given a task she'll do it and pushing her to do something she doesn't want to do goes nowhere so why bother sticking around? It's stupid to keep saying the same things over and over. While she doesn't personally view her behavior as prideful, Vetra's scornful attitude hasn't garnered many friends.
While it may be easy to think Vetra lazy or unobservant, she's actually attentive to those she cares for. Growing up with a mother whose personal demons keep her awake at night instilled in Vetra a need to care for others. She's happy to take life at her own pace, but when needed, even if she's not called for, Vetra's always there. It may not even be a big gesture; she's known for leaving her mother's favorite snacks next to her bed side after a long hunt or pulling a friend in for a wordless hug after a hard day.
Description: [Pictured above]
History:
When Vetra’s bloom was first discovered among Esena’s branches it was without the aura to dictate her matronage. It seemed as if the goddess herself had decided to give this one life, and while the bloom matured potential adoptive mothers were being considered. A few names had been brought into discussion, each with their own merits, but ultimately the little one’s upbringing would be placed into the hands of Nisamehe.
Nisamehe was an Elarian that lived each day in penance. The ancestry that bore her reveled in bloodshed, and in her youth she had been no different. Exiled and ‘disgraced’, as her matronage believed, Nisamehe came into herself with a hatred for others. It was easy in her girlhood to believe the words her mothers’ spun, but when it came time for action she found herself at a crossroads. Barely an adult, Nisamehe helped to bring down a group of adventurous yaeli and lost a piece of herself in the process. There was no pride in attacking others while they slept and what sense was there in ending lives barely older than her own? In her core Nisamehe believed in Elzira, but she could no longer call Zinris home. With exposure to their cousins in Chibale came new ideals and hard discussions, but she’d already made up her mind. When the opportunity to leave with a seed of Elzira she gladly took it. In her mind this was the chance to start fresh and create her own mark, which she spent the next several years doing.
As her sisters eventually made their way to Esena and asked for blessings, Nisamehe did not. She made excuses to friends about responsibilities, seeking a partner, and even once about it being the wrong season. They were weak, barely rooted lies that hid her fears. She didn’t want a bloom because she thought herself unworthy and despite the love she so obviously bore for the little ones in their village Nisamehe kept her prayers to herself.
So when she was presented with the option to take in a little motherless bloom she panicked. She was older now, with grey at the temple, but still strong enough to keep up with a little one. Maybe now…maybe she could try.
No one expected Vetra’s markings to be so unique, least of all Nisamehe. She was called a blessing, in more than a few ways, and loved more for it by her new mother. It was as if in Nisamehe’s martyrdom Esena had seen the true colors of her soul and sought to create a little one who would perfectly complete her mother’s life.
Vetra had a grand childhood. While her mother could be overbearing at times, it was never intentional and more a reflection on her own childhood. She expected Vetra’s studies and training to be met with the same dedication she’d shown, but the cultures of their youth were complicatedly different. Nisamehe could see that the area had given Vetra the means to become a more relaxed girl who trained at her own pace and no one elses. She often butted heads with tutors who called her ‘lazy’ and ‘unmotivated’ when she simply had her own schedule to keep.
While some claim that Vetra’s markings have given her a self-important attitude, she doesn’t see it that way. She’s always been raised to believe they’re what ties her family together even if Nisamehe didn’t ask for her directly. It makes her special, not better, and that’s just fine with her.
