S A N T H I A
Name: Santhia Valkhaene
Race: Stormborne Lysanrin
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Weight: 130lbs
Birthdate: 6th of Frost, 102
Birthplace: Unknown
Profession: Servant
Housing: TBA
Partners:
Titles: N/A
Factions: N/A
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Race: Stormborne Lysanrin
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Weight: 130lbs
Birthdate: 6th of Frost, 102
Birthplace: Unknown
Profession: Servant
Housing: TBA
Partners:
Titles: N/A
Factions: N/A
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Personality
She is nothing more than a girl trying to figure herself out.
Being nothing more than a toy has left the girl with suppressed feelings for the girl. Feelings like happiness and sorrow. Despite knowing her place and what people think about her, Santhia used to express these emotions often in the comfort of her own home. Now that reality has set in and she's realized her place, those emotions of existence seem to have disappeared. Snuffed out like a candle, leaving nothing but her determination and willingness to survive. Happiness made her seek out the good in everything while sadness made her often contemplate suicide after entering the gates of Zaichaer. Once she got over both emotions, Santhia realized any thoughts associated with both would determine her failure rather than the victory she would soon achieve. Nonetheless, she is a traumatized girl that faces hallucinations and the disbelief that the people she loved more have given her up for unknown reasons. Yet she is still determined to seek out vengeance, the truth, or anything that will put her at peace with what her life has become now.
Hungry.
There is a hunger in her for anything new. She willingly seeks knowledge or anything that will get her to where she needs to be no matter her stance on the subject. Santhia would consider herself a neutral party in this world, but if something important lies in the evil of this world, she could be careless of morals or values. At least, she would think on it with the intentions of caring for her own goals. Some might say that's selfish. To Santhia, she truly has no one to rely on except herself and so her own selfish needs much come first.
Appearance
Santhia is an ethereal creature with skin that matches the night sky, twinkling ever so brightly so that the comparison can be ever so true. Although she is a Stormeborne, there was a point where this Lysanrin was a sickly child and so the outcome is a slender, tall frame that matches that of an Ashborne, but the large bones of a Stormeborne can be seen so that there is some sort of distinction. Hair like silk, long strands of white hair falls past her shoulder to meet the small of her back in a wavy pattern. This hair is often in a braid yet still that same part of the back is often met. The most noticeable part of Santhia might be the horns growing out of her head, coiling so that the sharp ends may almost kiss. The girl's horns aren't the largest, but they're surely not the smallest either. The horns are smooth with a few permanent markings on them as battle scars from meaningful events in her life. Underneath those horns is a narrow face with intriguing grey eyes that flicker to white from time to time whenever she is in a solemn state of mind. White could also mean she is feeling confident too.
History
As the Clockwork Empire began to fall, a prominent and noble family of the specific empire found themselves on the run from both their people and the world that had grown to hate them. The backlash they would receive wasn’t exactly obvious at first as the family at one point settled in a city that would eventually run them out due to their close resemblance to another of their kind that ruined the world. Still, the family did not figure it out until their wealth was completely gone leaving nothing but family heirlooms that were too precious to give up. Since the once noble family was so large, their presence was too intimidating for any city or settlement to handle. So they decided to isolate themselves to achieve some sort of piece.
The matriarch of the family, who figure becoming a priestess would do them some good, guided the Valkaene family to the goddess Etaiss’s temple with the apparent notion that as long as they look after and take care of the goddess’s place of worship, they could stay there for as long as they pleased. But in hiding. A noble family that once specialized in architecture and plenty of other craftsmanship, the family fixed the temple up along with a few improvements which included a hiding space for the entire family to live out their years.
Shanteclaire and Vhiktor Valkaene were a couple of the same bloodline--cousins--which wasn’t something too uncommon among the clan as they spent more years in the deserted temple. A few new members would join the family from time to time, but the outside world had become so horrid that they even turned their eyes away from their kind and preferred the company of each other. Before the birth of their daughter, Shanteclaire and Vhiktor would have several children of varying ages. A boy would come a few years before her and then she would be followed by another one. The name she would receive, Santhia, would have some sort of meaning, but it wasn’t revealed. As one of many children, Santhia didn’t exactly receive much attention from her family. Especially her father who appeared to have a sort of depression and mental illness. If that weren’t enough to keep his children at arm’s length, Vhiktor so happened to lead their small tribe. He was in charge of sustaining life and so he had no time for any of his children. Santhia at one point did not acknowledge her father, she didn’t know him as such and often turned to her mother for any sort of parental guidance. As a child, Vhiktor was nothing more than a provider to her.
If Santhia were to point out the person who showed the most affection, it would have to be the matriarch of their family--Doat’Ah Valkaene. Doat’Ah was Santhia’s great grandmother, who provided not only love and affection, but a sort of normality for the child. She learned at a young age that her life was not normal despite Doat’Ah lengths to make it seem like it. She learned through her grandmother’s stories that the outside world would not accept her. While learning about the bad side of her race, Santhia learned of the good through her great grandmother’s stories too. Doat’Ah spoke of their people’s hardships, however, she promised that someday they would be restored to their rightful place. In the meantime, the matriarch tried her best to make the children of the family feel of equal importance.
Santhia recalls receiving birthday gifts not from her mother or father, but Doat’Ah. Santhia remembers dancing and music, mimicking noble balls or galas held by her grandmother to make her family feel like the princes and princesses her grandmother always believed they were no matter how the outside world felt about them. Santhia would plan every event with Doat’Ah, she would do whatever Doat’Ah told her to do too because she believed the woman had a vision that would someday be achieved. Maybe not by her, but the old woman had a dream that the Lysanrin would be restored and their family would be one of the few at the top. There was a lot of admiration for the old woman, she was someone Santhia did her best to model herself after for many obvious reasons.
Unfortunately, great people aren’t always meant to live on forever. Right after her eleventh birthday, the old woman would pass on to the underworld and leave a very shaken up young girl to herself only. Santhia’s mother and father lacked the emotions as well as basic common sense to comfort their daughter, leaving her to comfort herself. Her parents would also turn a blind eye to the rude comments of her older brother who often told her to ‘suck it up.’ Although the matriarch of the family made great efforts to keep their family afloat, it seemed little to no one mourned for her death. The young girl would later come to figure out it had a lot to do with their self-hate and many succumbing to the idea that maybe they are a walking plague to Ransera.
After seasons of keeping to herself, Santhia decided to take her great grandmother’s place. Santhia began traveling with her father and brother, who joined shortly after their great grandmother's death too, to find trinkets and games for the family to indulge in. She worked hard to remember everyone’s birthday. Santhia even threw parties for her family yet the only people that enjoyed them were the children. The older people of the clan were growing tired of it.
She was completely oblivious to how they all felt about her.
Whether it was because of this or her older brother’s vendetta with her, Santhia would soon become less of a family problem. On their next outing, she would accompany her brother to a strange city where he promised food and treasures for their family. He stated that there was a lord in this city that cared very much about their people and he wanted to reward him. A gullible girl at the time, Santhia believed it.
Food and money were given as her brother had promised but at her own expense. Upon the front entrance of the lord’s home, Santhia was snatched up. She remembers seeing the lord pay her brother handsomely, but that’s it before her servitude. She would join this man’s prized collection of Lysanrin as one of the very few stormborne. She would find herself in a dark basement with many others who met the same fate. The Lysanrin were used for many things, including regular house servants-- a job that usually alternated so as not to stir up trouble. But their true reasoning for being in the lord’s house was to please his fetish for the race.
That’s all we know for now.
*I stole this from Florian, but do not tell 'em