Hey, yeah, sorry I've been mia still >> If I don't manage to get a CS in tomorrow (Monday), feel free to open up the Wind spot again. Love the idea of this rp, but really don't wanna hold onto a spot others might want any longer than that.

Edit: I say that, and then I get sick. Welp. I do have a wip, but totally get it if you've waited too long already. 

[b]Edit 2:[/b] Only missing the last bit of history now! I have a con this weekend, but I will be able to finish it on Sunday when I'm back. 

[b]Edit 3: [/b]Unexpected busy times this week, but will finish before the weekend.

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[b]Name:[/b] 

[indent]Viviana, The Maiden [/indent]
[b]Gender:[/b] 

[indent]Female[/indent]
[b]Age:[/b]

[indent]20[/indent]
[b]Race:[/b]

[indent]Erune, with a large tail signifying her highborn status[/indent]
[b]Element:[/b] 

[indent][color=39b54a]Wind[/color][/indent]
[b]Dream:[/b] 

[indent]She has three, in fact. To find the land she originally hails from (and whether she has any living family there), to find repentance for her actions as The Maiden, and to discover the [i]real [/i]her under the carefully constructed facade, now that she has the freedom to do so. [/indent]
[b]Home:[/b] 

[indent]The island of Sanctilumia lies secluded far in the north, where few ships see reason to sail. It is a highly theist society, governed by an entity known as the Church of Asgharia. 

As tales have it, the island of Sanctilumia used to lie on the brink of ruin many a century ago, hanging so low that any morning could've been its last in the sky. It was the weight of people's sins that weighed it so, they say, and that had it not been for a select few with pure hearts, everyone would have paid for their wretchedness with their lives.

However, the Astrals took pity upon the pure few, and sent a Primal by the name of Asgharia down to scoop the island up. He shook the island until all those with impurities had fallen off it, and then returned the island back to its rightful place.

To this day, Asgharia still holds the island upon his shoulders. However, should the weight of sin ever grow too grave, his grip might slip or he may abandon his duty yet. To prevent that, sacrifices are necessary; those who have committed crimes must be cast down from the edge of the island into the abyss to ease the Primal's burden. 

... Or so the tales say, anyway. 

Coincidentally, denying the Church's right to rule or disobeying its representatives is considered the gravest sin of all. And so, their power remains absolute and unchallenged, generation after generation. 

Quite convenient, indeed.[/indent]
[b]Gimmicks:[/b]

[indent]Viviana's fighting style, if one were to call it that, is highly focused on defense and support. She can conjure strong winds to shield her or her allies, or use her fan to channel gusts in whichever direction she wishes. These powerful blasts of wind can either enhance the running and striking speed of her allies, or hinder her enemies in various ways; slowing them, pushing them back or stealing away their sight or hearing momentarily.

Due to her frailty, she tends to have a passive wind shield around herself at most times. Much to her dismay, it is conspicuous; one can see and feel the wind if they get close enough.

Her powers are at their peak outside on a stormy or a windy day, and at their weakest when confined inside buildings where air does not flow freely.[/indent]
[b]Personality:[/b] 

[indent]From an early age, Viviana was taught to be humble, demure, and above everything else, obedient. Independent thought was dismissed as unnecessary, even [i]dangerous[/i]. And while she has been freed from such a position, the teachings she followed her entire life have had an impact on her. To this day wanting anything for herself or, god forbid, voicing her own opinion sound like grave sins to her. And yet despite that - or maybe even [i]because [/i]of it - she finds herself wanting to do all those things. It's through those small acts of rebellion that she feels she can get revenge on the ones that ruined her - and so many others' - lives. 

But oh, is it ever so [i]difficult[/i]. If she isn't actively trying to fight such urges, she will instinctively display the persona crafted for her. She will be kind, quiet, avoid all decision making, follow others' lead and smile and nod if asked for her opinion - at times, she may even lapse into prayer. It takes [i]immense [/i]amount of willpower and frustration for her to break away from such norms. Luckily, her perfectly calm exterior belies an endless amount of said frustration. She was taught to never get irritated or angry - but a person simply cannot live that way. If they do not get outwardly mad, they must store the anger somewhere. And Viviana has a twenty years' worth. It's a potent power unlike any other, but also very [i]volatile[/i]. You know what they say about bewaring the nice ones.

Speaking of things she carries inside her, her frustration is likely only matched by [i]guilt.[/i] Realizing that she's essentially sent hundreds of people to their deaths and felt [i]righteous[/i] about it for years was not an easy thing to accept. She still hasn't quite accepted it - and that just makes her feel even [i]more [/i]guilt. As such, whenever she rushes to someone's aid (and that is often, considering what a mother hen she can be) she isn't entirely sure whether she does it out of genuine kindness towards others - or an unacceptably selfish need to make up for her past deeds. Perhaps it's neither. Perhaps it's [i]worse[/i]; perhaps she wants to be hailed as the kind and caring Maiden she once was by those she saves. Worst of all, is that she does not know - and isn't sure if she wants to. She could not bear the thought of finding her true self to be a bad person.
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[b]Background:[/b] 

[indent]Viviana was not born on Sanctilumia, though she might as well have; she retains only a few, fleeting memories of her life prior. She knows she used to live in a palace where the walls were white as snow, and the ceiling was so high that she thought it endless. She remembers her parents and brother - and she remembers the day the storm took them all.

It happened on her third winter. The lustrous ship that carried her and her family got caught in a storm and ended up terribly off-course, eventually crashlanding onto the shores of Sanctilumia. To the secluded locals, the ornate ship was a thing of miracles. The few ships that dared do business in this corner of the world were sturdy and dull, and there were no jewels adorning their masts. 

And then, they saw Viviana. An Erune - and one with a [i]tail,[/i] no less! There was no one like her on the island, and the Church wasted no time making use of people's awe. They declared her The Maiden, a descendant of the original pure few who summoned Asgharia to their aid all those years ago. She was his apostle, they declared, sent to lead the land to a new age of prosperity. 

Those were the words she would hear over and over again for nearly two decades. And though it sounds so unbelievable now, she never once questioned the tale spun to her. The priests and priestesses that brought her up were her family, and the mysterious being known as Asgharia, whom she never once saw or heard, was a creature worthy of absolute obedience. [i]Why[/i], because she was [i]told [/i]so.

It was in the name of Asgharia that she oversaw many a sacrifice. One unfortunate soul after another was cast off the edge of the world into certain doom, her words of blessing the last thing they heard before the rush of wind rendered them deaf. But this was how it was supposed to be, she was told. Those sacrificed would find repentance in death and be reborn as better people, somewhere far away.

Then, one early morning in autumn, the Maiden's tale ended much as it had begun; with a foreign ship in the southern sky. This one was as ordinary as they came, a trading ship like any other. It docked in the port like many others before it, and the crew begun to unload their wares. A regular scene, to be sure. 

Only this time, the ship did not leave come dusk. Something was wrong with the wings, or the mast, or something or the other. Viviana was not privy of the details, but she welcomed the strangers to stay on the island for the night like she was instructed to. 

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[b]Inventory:[/b] 

[indent][indent]🌸 A decorated fan, which she uses to channel her wind powers. And, you know, get some relief on a hot day.

🌸 An intricate medallion, with a snow dove emblazoned onto it; the only clue she as of her origins.

🌸 A journal, which she uses to document her travels and discoveries, of both the world around her and her own self.[/indent][/indent]