fantasy
Vyne Thornweaver
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Name: Vyne Thornweaver
Age: 34
Status: Single
Character: Witch
Likes:
his chalet, his cat (Wisp), potion making, researching, growing extinct plant life, the colour green, his forest.
Dislikes:
trespassers, townsfolk, interrupting him, lies, disorganization, stupidity.
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Story:
Witches and the townsfolk were on each others’ necks. Witches despised the normal people for using a highly complex and intricate multicultural term “Witch” as an insult. Humans feared their power and might.
Among these people is Vyne Thornweaver who’s father, Elios Thornweaver, was known to be a skilled physician (his mother passed when he was 5). However, on one dark and eerie night, a man discovered Elios’ secret revealing to the world who their savior really is.
Execution was decided by the Pope in hopes of ridding these potion making creatures for good. Unexpected to them, there was a child. Forgotten in the woods, deep in the forest, in a chalet.
Vyne raised himself in the streets of Gloyse. Picpocketing to gambling in small bars and casinos made him the man he is today. Yet the memories of his father’s execution resonated deep within his yearning soul. Yearning for revenge. He studied his father’s old notes, discoveries, journals… Day and night perfecting potions. Selling them in the black market for huge sums of dough.
To him, witchcraft was a form of art. Something in which its definition could be altered with one synonym of an ingredient. His goal? Reveal REAL witchcraft, make everyone dependant on it without knowing what it was, reveal it when the time comes. To have it all, he befriended the Chief’s one and only daughter, using her as a puppet for his own gain, but… Will something grow through the weeds of his heart?
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You: (choose your name loves)
Role: Chief’s daughter (Thyme Illiadoise)
witchcraft
