Approved Seersha Vorsky

Seersha


Skills

Total Points Available To Spend
The default for new characters over 16 is 12, for characters under 16 it is 11.

Physical



- Rapier [Trained] (2)

- Sprinting [Novice] (1)


Total Points In Category: 3

Mental


- Painting [Proficient] (3)

- Dancing[Proficient] (3)



Total Points In Category: 6

Social


- Persuasive Argument [Trained] (2)

- Flattery [Novice] (1)

Total Points In Category: 3


General Information
Age: 26
Species: weasel
Biological Sex: female
Pronouns: she/her
Size: Medium


Physical Description
Seersha is a tall, golden-furred weasel (think siberian weasel). She is on the softer side, most of her athletics coming from training with a rapier and dance. Her paws have never seen a day of violence, instead preferring the gentle stroke of a painter's brush. Her eyes are a calm amber and welcoming, but she can sport a look that kills when angered.

She's well dressed and has multiple piercings in her ears. She's constantly wearing makeup and trying to look her best to impress.

Inventory and Real Estate


- Painter's supplies
- A rapier
- A few week's worth of gilders (if she's careful)
- A few articles of clothing
- Make up
- Fine jewelry

Personality

Strengths: She's graceful and cunning with a clear talent for the arts. She's able to find the beauty or irony in things, often being quite thoughtful and purposeful. She can be too trusting at times but quick to condemn if betrayed (sometimes that's a problem).

Weaknesses: She's less tough than she looks and she isn't very tough. Despite inheriting the height of a Winder and having some training with a blade, she's not very adept in combat, prone to overthinking. She's also not used to having to struggle to make end's meat as the folks back home were much more appreciative of her fine arts and skills. She also cannot swim. She unfortunately, despite being kind, can be very stubborn and boorish like her biological father, if pressed.[/U][/B]

History
Seersha is the oldest Vorsky child, but a Vorsky in name only. As an illegitimate child of Kaden Winder, she always knew she was different than her family of foxes, but loved them all the same--especially her "real father", Bridger. While most might have a desire to meet their birth father, Seersha was raised with the stories of violence, loss, and bloodshed that ailed Kaden and Bridger alike. Lost fortunes. Lost friends. Worse, she learned brief histories of how Kaden and Bridger's problems always fed into each other and the ways in which Bridger felt he owed Kaden his life. Yet, when Bridger was dying, Kaden was nowhere to be seen. Mother Vorsky? Check. Vorsky siblings? Check.

But no Kaden. No stories about her Felmarian heritage would grace her ears. None of his heroic last-minute-arrivals. Nothing. Not even the support of a friend being there for a friend.

If anything, she was thankful for the lack of "Winder" in her life. She was raised to enjoy finer things, like painting and dancing. While both her birth father and chosen father had lives afflicted by chaos and bloodied by the sword, she instead focused on her passions. In fact, she became decently known as a performer who would put on beautiful shows with painting and dance entwined.

They suffered destruction and loss.

She would spread beauty and life through art.

Unfortunately, the lack of "Winder" in her life would be short lived. In Bridger's last days, he included in his will a desire for Seersha to meet her other father and deliver to him a letter. The weasel dame saw this as silly and a foolish endeavor. Kaden had no interest in raising her or ever meeting her. Even if it was for her own "safety" or her own "good", her only ties to Kaden she could be thankful for was the unfortunate mother that left her on Bridger's steps a few years before leaving the VI, and his connection to Bridger.

Nothing else.

And yet? Here she was, arriving in the VI to deliver a letter, homesick, and sporting the typical "grumpy" Winder face. Ripped from family, art, and home, she is bound to run into trouble.
 
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