verena.
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out of character.

01. I reserve the right to refuse writing with any individual, for whatever reason I contest.

02. The timeline between her fiancé’s death and her current self is a four-year jump, to which she is still heartbroken about. It isn’t something that is openly stated. Smut / romance isn’t impossible but hard to obtain, unless there are similar properties between her deceased and the character in mind. Even with that being mentioned, it isn't a likely coincidence.

03. One lining to paragraph, written in the third person. Please discuss with me beforehand if you would let to set up a scene, unless there is an open ended post thrown into the main room by myself.

04. More to be added eventually. Code is mine, if you would like to use it message me.

Room alt(s): Rose.
statistics.

Name: Verena Godfrey.
Gender: Female.
Age: Thirty one.
Race: Human.
Height: Five foot, eleven inches.
Weight: One hundred, fourty seven.
Hair color: Blonde.
Hair style: Short.
Eye color: Laurel green.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Marital status: Engaged Single.
Markings: Scars. *
Occupation: Knight Wanderer.
background.

I was a knight, assigned to the King’s side, betrayed by his ruling. Loyalty is my misconduct and cowardice is my sin. His last command I did not appease to; bloodied tears burgeoned in crimson on his face as I watched, making my escape. The kingdom now naught more than a memory, I can still feel the silent curse of exile he left in his final ire.

I lost the life of my betrothed that night, hunted down by our adversaries after our fleet from a place we once called home. The clanking of their armors drowned the sound of mine, and I was left forced to witness as they struck him down with a single arrow; how they did not find my person was a blessing and a curse.

My sobs were muffled as they sauntered on with their search, slow to collect him and myself while he remained on the brink of life and death - the wound more fatal than either of us were left to imagine. The moments I had left spent as mere seconds, I had not the time to express my affection to him enough and before I knew it he slipped into quietus.

The only substance of his life force that remained was the thick bloodstain on my armor, something that would not long stick and would become eroded by the elements.

To my home, I could not return as it was now territory belonging to our enemies and I was but a knight living in newfound exile. I had nothing left other than my armor and longsword, my weaponry soon became drawn in the works of a mercenary; I only gathered enough coin to survive, never did I enjoy the kill. And I only procured work when I was in need.