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[design by @/dawnscoming] [full body by @/strixx-variaa] [head shot by @/dawnscoming]

General

Name...Viper
Age...25 Years
Gender...Mare [she/her]
Voice...Demanding and insistent. Whiny bordering on shrill. Youthful.

Breed...Common
Conformation...Appaloosa Cross
Height...12.1 hh
Coat...Blue Roan Appaloosa
Teke Color...Black
Eye Color...Amber

Herd...Vagabonds
Rank...Thief

Significant Other...None
Family...Beartooth [sister]
Friends...None
Enemies...None

Drive...To prove herself.
Alignment...Chaotic Neutral
Zodiac Sign...The Nekomata

Patron Gods...None
Ideology...None
Blessings...None
Talents...None

Familiars...None
Inventory...None

Personality

Rarely revealing her inner self, Viper exists behind a veil of nihilistic tendencies and a dry wit. If she cares what you think she'll never let you know; expressions of affection are lost in translation amidst teasing and snide remarks. Given her background she is a natural liar, and this more often than not gets her into trouble. While not quite so skilled or mature as her sister, the mare strives to be acknowledged as competent in her own right.

It's unclear whether Viper's pride is a symptom of her situation or a coping mechanism. Pleased but never quite satisfied in her abilities, the thief's continued efforts to sharpen her skills are fueled by a cocktail of jealousy and competitive nature. Always in the shadow of her older sister. Though as a child she looked up to Beartooth blindly as an inscrutable idol, maturity bred resentment in its place. The welling unspoken grievances are only stymied by Viper's continued dependence on her guidance and protection.

Her calloused attitude keeps people at a distance, and the more she likes someone the harder she pushes them away. It’s easier to handle being disappointed when you don’t care; so she makes a show of not caring about anybody. Surrounded by her trophies, the mare tries to mask her misery in beautiful things. The items she collects are important to her; she attributes sentimental value to them in a way she is unable to with people.

As a thief it's her job to exploit the weaknesses of her marks. But having an eye for flaws means she can never see just the good in anyone. Viper's world view is informed by her own beliefs and values. She finds it difficult to trust others because she knows that she herself can't be trusted. Those who outwardly express their emotions are stupid, lying or both. Honesty is for fools and it's too easy to get taken advantage of.

History

Summary
- Brought into the world as the second child of what seemed to be a happy family.
- Not long after her birth however, her father abandoned her mother to raise their two children alone.
- Lily became despondent after Dutch left and could barely manage to feed her kids, much less raise them.
- Mainly brought up by Beartooth, the two quickly picked up the tools of their mother's old trade.
- Fully grown, they abandoned their mother to travel as thieves.
- With war at their doorstep the decision is made to travel south.
- At present they are sneaking around Vasall.

Viper's story is a simple one; born into a world ill-equipped to care for her, she is nothing less than a product of her environment. Raised in a rundown shack on the outskirts of Sunken Hoof Bay, the foal learned quickly that the things she wanted in life would not be given freely. For the short time she knew him, her sire, Dutch, played the role of distant father. He was a man to be feared and respected, though she wouldn't ever see him that way. Having seduced their mother years ago, the mare was under the impression that they were a family. But there was always something not quite right; maybe it was the way that he eyed other women, or the complete lack of love for his kids. Whatever the cause, the man eventually got bored of playing house; without warning he moved on, and Lily was never quite the same. Though technically present she was never emotionally available for her daughters. A mere ghost of what she once was, the child learned not to pay her much mind; things were easier when she didn't care too much. It was the remnants of their dam's past that would serve the children well. Armed with old lock picks and rusty knives, they took up thievery as a means to get by. Beartooth was her role-model; the two wreaked havoc in their younger years, Viper always at her sister's side. So far as she was concerned, Beartooth taught her everything she knew about surviving on the streets. When the time came for her sister to leave their home behind she followed without hesitation.

The Black Market their first hunting ground, though not for very long as the shadier folk didn't take kindly to sticky fingers. A simple shopping trip turned sour when Viper caught sight of something shiny; before she knew it she was running through the streets, an angry mercenary hot on her heels. It was only with her sister's help that she was able to escape with her life. But the experience made it abundantly clear that they were not ready to be robbing those capable of defending themselves. Turning their attentions to the less fortunate, they were able to make a living by preying on the poor. Unattended crops were stolen, small keepsakes snatched and purses lifted. The filly's skills blossomed as she came into her own. Nights were spent stalking in the shadows, snapping up whatever she could get away with.

As the world became increasingly unhinged they sought escape from the commotion. Peace was better for business, and there was precious little to be found in an Onea at war. So they migrated south in search of greener pastures and fuller pockets. Rumor held that Eithne had the latter, but the presence of the Vindicators and the kirin king had tensions running high. Much as Viper wished they could relieve some royalty of their belongings, she wasn't stupid enough to try. Unable to make a land crossing, they hitched a ride on a boat headed through the Narrows and continued on into Sirith's vastlands; it was there that they were able to find a measure of calm. While they dared not to venture into the depths of the Labyrinth, the two took to hustling around Vasall. Under various ruses they made the most of their new hunting grounds in and around the Kawaru-controlled town, biding their time until they decided where to go next.

Other

Viper will...
- Lie about little things, sometimes without realizing it.
- Steal anything she takes a liking to, regardless of its innate value.
- Trawl markets looking for pretty things when she gets upset.

Viper will not...
- Let Beartooth cut her hair. Ever.
- Open up to anyone.
- Date.

Trivia
- Her main trait is self loathing, her thoughts are of jealousy and she wishes for validation.
- Her favorite things to steal are pieces of jewelry. She never wears them though.

Updates...
9/21/19 - words

Description

[Astral Tracker ] [Gallery]
[design by @/dawnscoming] [full body by @/strixx-variaa] [head shot by @/dawnscoming]

General

Name...Viper
Age...25 Years
Gender...Mare [she/her]
Voice...Demanding and insistent. Whiny bordering on shrill. Youthful.

Breed...Common
Conformation...Appaloosa Cross
Height...12.1 hh
Coat...Blue Roan Appaloosa
Teke Color...Black
Eye Color...Amber

Herd...Vagabonds
Rank...Thief

Significant Other...None
Family...Beartooth [sister]
Friends...None
Enemies...None

Drive...To prove herself.
Alignment...Chaotic Neutral
Zodiac Sign...The Nekomata

Patron Gods...None
Ideology...None
Blessings...None
Talents...None

Familiars...None
Inventory...None

Personality

Rarely revealing her inner self, Viper exists behind a veil of nihilistic tendencies and a dry wit. If she cares what you think she'll never let you know; expressions of affection are lost in translation amidst teasing and snide remarks. Given her background she is a natural liar, and this more often than not gets her into trouble. While not quite so skilled or mature as her sister, the mare strives to be acknowledged as competent in her own right.

It's unclear whether Viper's pride is a symptom of her situation or a coping mechanism. Pleased but never quite satisfied in her abilities, the thief's continued efforts to sharpen her skills are fueled by a cocktail of jealousy and competitive nature. Always in the shadow of her older sister. Though as a child she looked up to Beartooth blindly as an inscrutable idol, maturity bred resentment in its place. The welling unspoken grievances are only stymied by Viper's continued dependence on her guidance and protection.

Her calloused attitude keeps people at a distance, and the more she likes someone the harder she pushes them away. It’s easier to handle being disappointed when you don’t care; so she makes a show of not caring about anybody. Surrounded by her trophies, the mare tries to mask her misery in beautiful things. The items she collects are important to her; she attributes sentimental value to them in a way she is unable to with people.

As a thief it's her job to exploit the weaknesses of her marks. But having an eye for flaws means she can never see just the good in anyone. Viper's world view is informed by her own beliefs and values. She finds it difficult to trust others because she knows that she herself can't be trusted. Those who outwardly express their emotions are stupid, lying or both. Honesty is for fools and it's too easy to get taken advantage of.

History

Summary
- Brought into the world as the second child of what seemed to be a happy family.
- Not long after her birth however, her father abandoned her mother to raise their two children alone.
- Lily became despondent after Dutch left and could barely manage to feed her kids, much less raise them.
- Mainly brought up by Beartooth, the two quickly picked up the tools of their mother's old trade.
- Fully grown, they abandoned their mother to travel as thieves.
- With war at their doorstep the decision is made to travel south.
- At present they are sneaking around Vasall.

Viper's story is a simple one; born into a world ill-equipped to care for her, she is nothing less than a product of her environment. Raised in a rundown shack on the outskirts of Sunken Hoof Bay, the foal learned quickly that the things she wanted in life would not be given freely. For the short time she knew him, her sire, Dutch, played the role of distant father. He was a man to be feared and respected, though she wouldn't ever see him that way. Having seduced their mother years ago, the mare was under the impression that they were a family. But there was always something not quite right; maybe it was the way that he eyed other women, or the complete lack of love for his kids. Whatever the cause, the man eventually got bored of playing house; without warning he moved on, and Lily was never quite the same. Though technically present she was never emotionally available for her daughters. A mere ghost of what she once was, the child learned not to pay her much mind; things were easier when she didn't care too much. It was the remnants of their dam's past that would serve the children well. Armed with old lock picks and rusty knives, they took up thievery as a means to get by. Beartooth was her role-model; the two wreaked havoc in their younger years, Viper always at her sister's side. So far as she was concerned, Beartooth taught her everything she knew about surviving on the streets. When the time came for her sister to leave their home behind she followed without hesitation.

The Black Market their first hunting ground, though not for very long as the shadier folk didn't take kindly to sticky fingers. A simple shopping trip turned sour when Viper caught sight of something shiny; before she knew it she was running through the streets, an angry mercenary hot on her heels. It was only with her sister's help that she was able to escape with her life. But the experience made it abundantly clear that they were not ready to be robbing those capable of defending themselves. Turning their attentions to the less fortunate, they were able to make a living by preying on the poor. Unattended crops were stolen, small keepsakes snatched and purses lifted. The filly's skills blossomed as she came into her own. Nights were spent stalking in the shadows, snapping up whatever she could get away with.

As the world became increasingly unhinged they sought escape from the commotion. Peace was better for business, and there was precious little to be found in an Onea at war. So they migrated south in search of greener pastures and fuller pockets. Rumor held that Eithne had the latter, but the presence of the Vindicators and the kirin king had tensions running high. Much as Viper wished they could relieve some royalty of their belongings, she wasn't stupid enough to try. Unable to make a land crossing, they hitched a ride on a boat headed through the Narrows and continued on into Sirith's vastlands; it was there that they were able to find a measure of calm. While they dared not to venture into the depths of the Labyrinth, the two took to hustling around Vasall. Under various ruses they made the most of their new hunting grounds in and around the Kawaru-controlled town, biding their time until they decided where to go next.

Other

Viper will...
- Lie about little things, sometimes without realizing it.
- Steal anything she takes a liking to, regardless of its innate value.
- Trawl markets looking for pretty things when she gets upset.

Viper will not...
- Let Beartooth cut her hair. Ever.
- Open up to anyone.
- Date.

Trivia
- Her main trait is self loathing, her thoughts are of jealousy and she wishes for validation.
- Her favorite things to steal are pieces of jewelry. She never wears them though.

Updates...
9/21/19 - words