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A gust of wind carried your way to this oddity of a person. Every meticulous act of narcissistic self-absorption carried out by this woman was one of complete disarray. Her stature was low, offering little room for her exhausting personality, although, she took that room and made the absolute most of it. Every fine feature of this girl's body was that of practiced and thorough care. Her skin was smooth as butter, a finger gliding over it. It was evident upon her body that she hadn't experienced much life out of the city, and that anything further from the gates would be a distaste to her. Despite her formal appearance, the young woman was raised in poverty, living in the slums of Viru. Her father was a traveler, missing and presumed dead after he had journeyed just a hare too far from their local village. Her mother, her confidence and hardman ship allowing for Vorinata to be raised properly.. However proper a single parent child could be raised, at least. Vorinata's mother eventually accrued a sum of money through.. possibly shady methods, allowing a more fortunate future for the young girl. When the Korinva turned 20, she decided to venture out. Something quite odd for the woman. But - it was not without reason, Vorinata was seeking closure. Her father was never really a figure in her life, and she wanted that to change, or at least to know what had happened to him. So, she packed a bag, said her farewells, and left for the wilds.

A gust of wind carried your way to this oddity of a person. Every meticulous act of narcissistic self-absorption carried out by this woman was one of complete disarray. Her stature was low, offering little room for her exhausting personality, although, she took that room and made the absolute most of it. Her skin color was the main attraction, drifting quite far from the usual pale skin of a Heartlander. Every fine feature of this girl's body was that of practiced and thorough care. Her skin was smooth as butter, a finger gliding over it. It was evident upon her body that she hadn't experienced much life out of the city, and that anything further from the gates would be a distaste to her. Despite her formal appearance, the young woman was raised in poverty. Her father was a traveler, missing and presumed dead after he had journeyed just a hare too far from their local village. Her mother, her confidence and hardman ship allowing for Vasali to be raised properly.. However proper a single parent child could be raised, at least. Vasali's mother eventually accrued a sum of money through.. possibly shady methods, allowing a more fortunate future for the young girl. When Vasali turned 20, she decided to venture out. Something quite odd for the woman. But - it was not without reason, Vas was seeking closure. Her father was never really a figure in her life, and she wanted that to change, or at least to know what had happened to him. So, she packed a bag, said her farewells, and left for the wilds.

A gust of wind carried your way to this oddity of a person. Every meticulous act of narcissistic self-absorption carried out by this woman was one of complete disarray. Her stature was low, offering little room for her exhausting personality, although, she took that room and made the absolute most of it. Her skin color was the main attraction, drifting quite far from the usual pale skin of a Heartlander. Every fine feature of this girl's body was that of practiced and thorough care. Her skin was smooth as butter, a finger gliding over it. It was evident upon her body that she hadn't experienced much life out of the city, and that anything further from the gates would be a distaste to her. Despite her formal appearance, the young woman was raised in poverty, once more, despite living in Burgundy. Her father was a traveler, missing and presumed dead after he had journeyed just a hare too far from their local village. Her mother, her confidence and hardman ship allowing for Vasali to be raised properly.. However proper a single parent child could be raised, at least. Vasali's mother eventually accrued a sum of money through.. possibly shady methods, allowing a more fortunate future for the young girl. When Vasali turned 20, she decided to venture out. Something quite odd for the woman. But - it was not without reason, Vas was seeking closure. Her father was never really a figure in her life, and she wanted that to change, or at least to know what had happened to him. So, she packed a bag, said her farewells, and left for the wilds.