about Vida
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Registration Date: 05-15-2013
Last Visit: 01-10-2014 10:03 AM Total Posts 41 Played By: Lexx Total EXP
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Invidia Shiverspell's Info | |||||||||
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general information
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Relations:
Sivaas Kerr - he haunts her dreams, her waking hours, her thoughts, her heart; he is everything that keeps her moving, and everything that holds her back.
Siv - she is a roc, a glorious bird of iridescent white and resplendent blues and golds and crimsons, shifting with the seasons and its weather. Siv is Invidia's soul shadow, and her name was the bridge that helped Invidia to learn the name of Sivaas.
Ragnarr - he found her in a moment of reckless desperation, starving and with a broken ankle, and grudgingly took her into his medical care. She lingers around him, unwilling to leave the first Adymerian wolf to show her kindness. Other Info:
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history
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When Invidia was born, her world was a small, cold place. She and her two siblings had been brought into Victus during its coldest months, their birth occurring strangely out of season, and by a young woman with no mate nor pack. Her mother was an Invisus loner named Shiver, a very small, beautiful creature who had eyes like winter and a smile like spring. Their father was a warrior named Orsun, who had died about a month before her pregnancy had come to fruition. Shiver had feared placing her children before an alpha, and so she’d hidden herself away from the large packs within the area as well as the various loner bands living within the outlands. She fought desperately to bring her three children through the winter, and while she failed to save young Ithansia’s life, she succeeded in showing Invidia and her brother Indivoir a thawed-out land, one in which small prey was plentiful and the sun was warm on their backs.
For the first year of her life, Invidia was carefree and happy; Shiver, though sometimes faraway with old grief, loved her dearly, and Indivoir was everything she could’ve asked for in a friend. She grew up in a meadow that glowed with sunlight, one that smelled like lavender and earth in the rain. But as autumn drew near, Shiver grew ill, suddenly wracked with a cough that Invidia didn’t have the strength to heal with her magic. Desperate, she left her mother and brother for hours, even days, at a time, seeking out knowledge of plants, begging healers from nearby packs to help. Nobody spared her a second glance, and she was chased to the border on most, if not all, of her quests to find help. It was only when Shiver lay on the threshold of death that Invidia found the help she needed in the form of a wolf who wandered the Outlands; he was a strange wolf, one who wore a pelt like a cloak, and who was much older than he’d initially seemed. He seemed to grow exhausted of her pleading and eventually showed her how to make a concoction that would ease her mother’s cough and clear the liquid from her lungs.
It was, however, too late for her mother. The potion came while the she-wolf lay on the very verge of death, and despite ingesting its healing properties, Shiver passed away, her body too wasted from illness to recover.
Indivoir turned on his sister in a furious rage, demanding to know where she’d been, why she’d left them alone while their mother slowly died; Invidia struggled to make him see that she’d been trying to help in the only way she could think of. She pleaded with her brother, but he was consumed with grief and hatred. She asked for his forgiveness, and he brought his paw down over her left eye, permanently damaging it. He turned and ran. He didn’t return, and Invidia never sought him out – it was the last time she would see his face.
She did her best to bury their mother under a carpet of fallen leaves, despite the furious pain in her eye; she wanted to pay her respects, lest her mother’s spirit truly think that she hadn’t cared. Once this was done, she went in search of the loner who had helped her before. It was he who saved her eyesight in that eye, what little of it there could be salvaged. She followed him around for a long while afterward, lost and unsure of where to go. Eventually, he seemed to accept the fact that she wouldn’t leave him alone, and sent her on long, pointless tasks with false promises, inadvertently teaching her the effects of certain herbs when consumed or mixed. Eventually, she became his apprentice of sorts out of sheer stubbornness. In their time together, he taught her about plants that could heal and plants that would kill, plants that worked well together and plants that had ill effects when mixed. Under his tutelage, she became skilled at healing with both natural and magical remedies; more than that, however, he gave her a second chance when she was desperate. He had saved her.
Invidia eventually left him in order to pursue a life that allowed her to heal others. She joined a pack led by a joyful alpha and supported by unlikely warriors. She made her home in an impressive sprawling den, one that could only be entered by walking through the hollow of an old tree and down into the earth; she soon met her neighbor and closest friend, a mute warrior by the name of Sivaas, who made his home in a great nest atop the tree that marked her den. It was there she dried herbs and created magical, medicinal teas, able to cure small aches to internal bleeding. She worked hard, and she loved her new family; in turn, they came to trust her, despite her off-kilter methods and obnoxiously sunny personality.
But things were too good, and they soon turned sour. Her pack was challenged by another, one hungry for their land; the joyful alpha lost his life, and his children fought to claim his throne. His daughter won out, exerting shaky power upon them, and signed them all off to fight as an alliance to two larger, stronger packs. The alliance was a political move, meant to give Invidia’s own pack safety for the next time they squabbled with larger powers, and so they found themselves at war. Invidia thinks back on it all very bitterly these days; it wasn’t the young daughter’s fault that things unfolded so horribly. It was hers. Her mute warrior was kidnapped and killed within the thick of battle, and she stood by, helpless to save him, helpless to do anything but scream and cry. She was overcome with grief; she attacked his killer, intending to murder her and then kill herself. She failed, and was left wounded beside the drop off where Sivaas had fallen, his body cold and still on the ground below, his head seemingly crushed against a large spike.
When she looked down at him again, trying to work up the nerve to kill herself without avenging him, his body was gone. There was merely a great stain of dried blood on the earth, and a large hole.
He had been swallowed.
Invidia returned to her den and rested, healing her wounds, praying that Sivaas had somehow survived, that he would somehow return to her. He did not; eventually, she packed as many herbs as she could carry. From there she set out, over the mountain range that encircled her home, the world of Victus. She hadn’t spoken since his death, since the fight with his killer that had drained her of her magic. She resolved from then on to never speak, to impose upon herself a vow of silence until Sivaas was found or she died. After grueling months of travel, she finally found herself in Adymeria, a world where everything was foreign; she could not understand its common language, nor did she understand their gods or myths. She merely drifted within its lands, drawn into herself and unable to communicate, able to heal with weak magic and what remaining stores of plants she still held from her time in Victus.
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