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Title: Vernada Perry, Farmer and wood worker; artist
Post by: visualspice on April 21, 2015, 01:21:18 PM
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Name Vernada Perry
Nick Names Vera (by her friends), Nada (by her younger sister), Wood Chip (when she was younger)
Age 17
Gender female
Species human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'3"
Occupation Daughter of a farmer/ does wood working on the side
Residence Feirja, Connlaoth- in the small farming village of Arapaloath close enough to see the Kilanthro mountains

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Physical Description
Vernada is sweet on the eyes, with a heart shaped face, curly blonde hair that falls just over her shoulders in length. Her eyes are a soft, lilac color rimmed with a deep blue violet. She has light colored lashes and brows, pale skin with a scattering of freckles. She has a single tattoo on her shoulder, a small black heart.

Personality
Strong willed, Vera hasn't had a lick of luck in all of her life, or so some would say. But she keeps on smiling, living by her mother's will to live each day to its fullest cause who knows if this day won't be her last. She can be a bit of a dreamer, but she isn't too far connected from reality. But she is also young, and though she's gone through a lot in her lie, she remains as innocent and beautiful as ever.

Magic/Abilities
- no known magic
-is loyal to a fault
-a dreamer
-famous in her little town for her artistic wood carvings

Relationships
Milo Perry- Father (age 50)
Tenna Perry- Mother (deceased)
Siko Perry- younger sister (age 8 )
Jace- her first and only love, he died

History
She lived a simple little life, a dreamy, wonderful life to her. She treasured every moment, following in the footsteps of her late mother, who taught her, when she was still alive, to live every day to its fullest. You never know, today could be your last.

She was thirteen when her mother died of illness. Her mother had been strong during it, and died with her family around her bed. She was buried beneath the magnolia tree she had loved to sit under when she was alive. And now a days, Vera returns to the tree when she wishes to speak to her mother. Vera's only tears were shed beneath that tree, as she tried to remain strong to support her sister, and her dad.

Now with her mother gone, she helps her father around the farm, tending to the animals; cows, goats, chicken and even a few hogs. They had some crops, but not many, and she takes it upon herself to keep the crops weeded and fed.

Her best friend is a collie named Shoelace, who became an integral part of their family at the time of her mother's death. He just appeared on their farm one day, lost or possibly disowned, and it was during the time her mother's health took a turn for the worst. Ever since Tenna Perry passed, Shoelace was at Vera's side at all times. It was about a year after her mother's passing that a stranger showed up on their farm.

Knowing nothing of his past, and after a while of growing close and eventually falling in love with the boy, Vera told him, one day, on a make shift raft lounging on their family's pond, that it didn't matter where he had come from. That Angsar sent him to meet her, and that she told him she loved him and this is where they shared their first kiss.

Little did she know how brief her time with her first true love would be. And he died young, and considering him a part of their family, her family buried him- but did so by setting him on a boat full of flowers and watching him sink along with her breaking heart.

A year later, she is trying to move on, to remain strong, to remain true to the vow she made to her mother so long ago. But the war is moving in, and she can hear it's echoes even in their peaceful valley, daring to cause a ripple in her dream.

During her free time, she carves and makes wooden sculptures. Sometimes she does this well into the night. Before her first love died, she was in the middle of making a wooden camel, just for him. It was life sized and hollow, and she designed it with wheels. Camels were a quirky subject between she and her now gone love, but even with him gone, she worked to finish the camel and now it sits, finished and unmoving inside her family's small spring house near the pond.

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