Apr 5, 2024 1:30:39 GMT
Post by Vĩnh Lý on Apr 5, 2024 1:30:39 GMT
Vĩnh Lý
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history
| Childhood | Teenage Years | Adulthood |
| Vĩnh did not have the name Vĩnh until the age of nine. prior to this he was conditioned without a name beyond his true one, behind the soon to be shut gates of the deep sea, stolen away from his birthplace in the arctic in order to play a pivotal as the deep seas nameless sleeper agent. The plan was finally put into motion, and the name Vĩnh was given to the boy to fit his new place, as the replaced son of Anh, queen of the arctic undersea, Vĩnh Lý. 'Vĩnh's' body is under a permanent enchantment that alters his appearance to resemble the real Vĩnh. 'Vĩnh' has no memory of what he looked like before this, or even when the procedure was done. for the next year, Vĩnh behaved as Anh's son, a polite, shy, young prince with a penchant for books. It was shortly after that Kaimana Mei began her infamous coup of the undersea, the real reason the deep sea had inserted Vĩnh into his new position. Anh was killed, but Vĩnh, as every member of the family, was given the chance to tell her his True Name, which he did, indenturing him to Kaimana, but gaining access to her court, his true name not only the tool of Kaimana, but of Longwei as well, | As the false prince of the arctic was cast into servitude, he did not receive public schooling, but instead was tutored by higher ranking servants in the ways of the trade, largely in etiquette and the various duties he would perform. As programmed in his youth however, Vĩnh proceeded to accumulate skill in various disciplines from the resources afforded to him by the undersea's libraries. Vĩnhs polite and gentle nature afforded him friends in most of the places he went, even among those he served. Often Vĩnh found that when doors were barred to him, his demeanor, the pity of strangers for this lost child, and information he'd been given while his identity was being built, often served as keys. Eventually, proving himself an efficient and obedient servant, nobles in his charge began to request things of him, bits of information from places about the palace. This went on, gradually escalating until the governance of the palace decided he fit a training regimen separate from his daily duties, a regimen as a spy, a position that Kaimana happily allowed, knowing she could use his true name to draw forth any information he acquired. | For the last two centuries, Vinh has acted as a Spy for both the open sea, as well as an esteemed butler in the royal family. A gentle voice with sagely advice, Vīnh has performed this role to his utmost, while also fulfilling his original design, as a spy for the deep sea, via true name orders from the deep sea governance. Occasionally, Vĩnh receives a missive from someone who was raised similarly to him, disguised by a code that the writer themselves do not understand. Vĩnh happily responds in kind, writing a return letter that utilizes a secondary form of this same code. the letter, containing a mixture of a warm conversation between poets, and samplings of their poetry, is then sent away by a different man, using a different route, eventually arriving at the interior of the deep sea court, where the message, containing details requested by the deep court, as well as Vĩnhs response to his orders, is decoded. |
personality
Quiet,
Polite,
Gentle,
Submissive,
Kind,
Dislikes Conflict.
writing sample
The high court, a damnable maze it was. It was entirely possible that keeping an army was simply unnecessary when every official building possessed such an unintuitive layout. Bran had a penchant for scaling the outside of fae architecture, it was easier to navigate when you could see all of it contained from the outside, but the extent to which the folk delighted in open floor plans made it such that you could stumble into a rooms interior without noticing you’d even entered the building. This, with the many bridges and promenades spanning faerie’s elegant heart rendered the court indistinguishable from a city or a single gargantuan palace. He was already taking a roundabout route. There were several things he had to collect. Guinivere Marcel? Was that an actual name or a pseudonym? Regardless, that was the name of the girl sitting at the base of a throne that threatened to impale her for her trespass. Only time would tell, though if this went as deep as Bran suspected, it was entirely possible that she wasn’t actually intended for the throne, merely to reserve it. Bran couldn’t imagine that woman desiring leadership. Where then, were the people pulling the strings? There were two distinct possibilities, firstly, that they were secreted away as far from their intrigues as possible, secondly, that they were hiding in plain sight, in the halls and flora of the high court itself. Given fae stylings Bran ruled that the latter was more characteristic, though a proper ploy would involve some agency in both of these blindspots. Maybe that’s what Guinivere was for. Bran ducked through an archway as a group of elegantly dressed fae ambled by, their slender bodies mantling one another’s arms and waists like invasive flowering vines. Perhaps a delegation from the south? The foul amalgamation of delicate limbs dispersed about a turn in the hall, their soft layers of laughter fading with them. The coronation was picking up. Bran clicked his tongue beneath gritted teeth. He should have done this earlier. Fortunately, his first stop was unlikely to be inhabited at such a time. That woman had killed with poison, but there was a great elegance with which she chose to deliver that sweet passing. While a graceful hand passed over a drink reflected this properly, it was evident that either she, or her benefactor, had commissioned the weapons that served as her final resort for granting her gifts so that they would look the part. Those knives were unique, not only visually, but in their design, which seemed to hold liquid to the blade quite well. If these weapons had been made inside the high court, record of their creation would be in the forge. If not, it would be apparent the knives were made elsewhere. The date at which they were made could also give him a better sense of the timeline upon which these peoples little dance was being prepared. Bran’s masked face was met by a warm, almost scalding breeze as he passed the door to the forge. It was certain that this place had been created to be worthy of its position. The forge was bathed in the warm writhing light of its grand centerpiece, an immense and ornate furnace whose mouth held a fire that was certainly not mortal fire just beyond its parted lips. Unfinished projects, weapons, and inventions Bran did not have names for lined the rooms interior and occupied spare alcoves. Bran paused as he watched the light from the rooms center whirl about the space, casting colorful shadows that obscured the chamber’s distant recesses. where on earth do they keep anything? bran paused again after several steps into the room. There was no way. The coronation had settled about the palace like an iron funeral veil. Who the hell would be in the forges? The high court, a damnable maze it was. It was entirely possible that keeping an army was simply unnecessary when every official building possessed such an unintuitive layout. Bran had a penchant for scaling the outside of fae architecture, it was easier to navigate when you could see all of it contained from the outside, but the extent to which the folk delighted in open floor plans made it such that you could stumble into a rooms interior without noticing you’d even entered the building. This, with the many bridges and promenades spanning faerie’s elegant heart rendered the court indistinguishable from a city or a single gargantuan palace. He was already taking a roundabout route. There were several things he had to collect. Guinivere Marcel? Was that an actual name or a pseudonym? Regardless, that was the name of the girl sitting at the base of a throne that threatened to impale her for her trespass. Only time would tell, though if this went as deep as Bran suspected, it was entirely possible that she wasn’t actually intended for the throne, merely to reserve it. Bran couldn’t imagine that woman desiring leadership. Where then, were the people pulling the strings? There were two distinct possibilities, firstly, that they were secreted away as far from their intrigues as possible, secondly, that they were hiding in plain sight, in the halls and flora of the high court itself. Given fae stylings Bran ruled that the latter was more characteristic, though a proper ploy would involve some agency in both of these blindspots. Maybe that’s what Guinivere was for. Bran ducked through an archway as a group of elegantly dressed fae ambled by, their slender bodies mantling one another’s arms and waists like invasive flowering vines. Perhaps a delegation from the south? The foul amalgamation of delicate limbs dispersed about a turn in the hall, their soft layers of laughter fading with them. The coronation was picking up. Bran clicked his tongue beneath gritted teeth. He should have done this earlier. Fortunately, his first stop was unlikely to be inhabited at such a time. That woman had killed with poison, but there was a great elegance with which she chose to deliver that sweet passing. While a graceful hand passed over a drink reflected this properly, it was evident that either she, or her benefactor, had commissioned the weapons that served as her final resort for granting her gifts so that they would look the part. Those knives were unique, not only visually, but in their design, which seemed to hold liquid to the blade quite well. If these weapons had been made inside the high court, record of their creation would be in the forge. If not, it would be apparent the knives were made elsewhere. The date at which they were made could also give him a better sense of the timeline upon which these peoples little dance was being prepared. Bran’s masked face was met by a warm, almost scalding breeze as he passed the door to the forge. It was certain that this place had been created to be worthy of its position. The forge was bathed in the warm writhing light of its grand centerpiece, an immense and ornate furnace whose mouth held a fire that was certainly not mortal fire just beyond its parted lips. Unfinished projects, weapons, and inventions Bran did not have names for lined the rooms interior and occupied spare alcoves. Bran paused as he watched the light from the rooms center whirl about the space, casting colorful shadows that obscured the chamber’s distant recesses. where on earth do they keep anything? bran paused again after several steps into the room. There was no way. The coronation had settled about the palace like an iron funeral veil. Who the hell would be in the forges?
special situations
Due to Vĩnhs unique situation of utter mystery, He often is left incapable of expressing his 'true self.' There is however, an outlet he uses for this. When he plays board games, he basically never plays to lose, and while he can draw games out, it is fundamentally wrong for him to lose purposefully, to the point where he will cheat, though it is rarely necessary. in 246 years, he has lost three times, two times at cards, and once at chess.
learned skills
Learned Skills. If your character has graduated school, then fill out the value for the skill corresponding the school they would have graduated from. (I.E. Herbology for the Herbalist School)
Please put 10 for only two skills, as that is all they would have learned at school unless they were a prodigy as defined above. If you need any clarification on these skills, please consult the site lore.
Enchanting (as outlined in the site lore, putting enchantments on objects) 8
Wards (as outlined in the site lore, protections against magic on people or things) 9
Glamours (as outlined in the site lore, illusions and mind control) 10
Tailoring: (Making clothes, magical or otherwise) 6
Craftmanship: (Making furniture, architecture, woodworking. A broader field as few fey take to craftsmanship) 5
Forging: (Weaponsmiths and jewelry makers. Usually magical.) 5
Herbalism: (Magical plants, poisons, etc) 5
Combat (Strategies and tactics as well as actual fighting 6
Theory (Academic knowledge, ability to learn) 10
Combat (Strategies and tactics as well as actual fighting 6
Theory (Academic knowledge, ability to learn) 10
out of character
Alias: Nico
Other Characters: Bran Viola
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