She had to find who had killed her father. And when a month later he still had not returned, still had not been found, they gave up looking.Īfter that, Vera knew what she had to do. For a week, Vera waited, the Nadines there to comfort her. One morning, Quentin did not return from his night shift. And just when Quentin thought he was rid of it, by marrying Ciara, she died and left him unable to raise a daughter without the help of his sister's family, who still put great stock in the ages old tradition. The Rosshall family went way back for ages they had killed supernaturals. Fighting, hunting, the art of killing races that should never have walked the earth in the first place. Along with Alvar and Julius, the two girls learned the family business. Livia and Vera were nearly inseparable, two young girls who were taught the types of things women weren't usually taught: to hunt. So she believes what she knows: she lived her life with her father's sister's family: Callaghan and his wife and the two boys and Olivia, Vera's cousin. Everyone whispered that it was Ciara's death and Vera's birth that changed that. Quentin had been loud and boisterous, a doting husband, a kind neighbor. She never knew her father like everyone else claimed to have known him. Ciara Rosshall died bringing Vera into the world, and for that, Vera will never forgive herself. Sometimes, she can trick herself into believing that there is a memory of a feather soft touch on her cheek or quiet hands rocking her to sleep, but she knows it's all just wishful thinking. Stupidity ▪ Being constricted ▪ Depending on others ▪ Supernaturals Weapons (sharp things in general) ▫ Being outside ▫ Activity ▫ Heights Emotional instability ▪ Her goal ▪ Talking of her family ▪ Book smarts Deception & acting ▫ All combat, especially throwing knives and archery ▫ Quick thinking ▫ Staying calm & in control under duress If she killed her emotion, her ability to feel pain and guilt and love, she would see herself as no better than the creature she kills, because then she wouldn't have a reason to kill them. This is what Vera believes makes her human. She has made rash, stupid decision because of this turmoil in her chest before, and every time she has vowed to kill that emotion, like Livia does. Her skills at acting keep all of this tamped down and locked away, however. As in control as she seems on the outside, her insides are a mess, a constant tangle of ups and downs and highs and lows. Vera's moods are wild unpredictable things. Vera knows this better than anyone, better than Olivia perhaps. Livia, who believes, rightly so, that emotion is a liability and a danger. There are no friends to drive away anyways - who has time for friends? The closest she's ever had to a true friend is Olivia, her cousin. Her tongue is as sharp as her blades, and Vera keeps both whetted on others. Even despite her profession, she adores theatre and often quotes Shakespeare when annoyed or feeling particularly sarcastic. If she hadn't been raised as a hunter, she would have been an actress, striding the stage, Shakespearean verses flowing from her lips. Ironically enough, Vera is an adept liar and actress, skilled at deception, pretending, and falsification. She constantly contradicts herself, simply by being herself. Vera Eirwen Rosshall must kill her life's killer. She is tired of hunting, but it is the only thing she knows how to do - the only thing she can do. Why else is she alone in the world, with a bloodthirsty cousin and an uncle who does not love, only works - only hunts. And it is not just the fact that Vera believes these creatures evil. The elimination of evil, for what else could these ungodly creatures be, these unnatural beings that kill because they can, and sometimes, because they need it. It means righteousness, the elimination of evil, peace, and a world in order, without anomalies or the unnatural crowding the streets, unseen and unknown. But to Vera, it means more than just that. Only one marks her face, a thin white line on the underside of her jaw, invisible to the casual passerby. Most are faded and white, but visible nonetheless. ↛ Years of training and hard fighting is evident by the scars that mark her body. ↛ Her features are wide and strong, lending her a stubborn but kind look, though that kindness is dependent entirely on one's species. ↛ Standing at 5'8" and weighing about 120 pounds, Vera is healthy and fit, her body muscular from intensive training. ![]() » Crystal Reed ↛ Vera's dark brown hair, almost black, usually slightly curly and reaching her shoulder blades, perfectly complements her fair skin tone and dark green eyes. (view spoiler) || (view spoiler) The character is entirely of my creation, and plagiarization is not tolerated.
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