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Your Gaia Name: Varnis54

Character's name: Vanna Ithilwen (Golden Moon)

Status: Student

Age: Is 36, but looks to be 18

Gender: Female

Race: Half elf.

Appearance:Vanna Ithilwen

Hair: Her hair is not naturally pink/purple, it is dyed.

Back: Her back has many scars on it. They are perfect lines, crossing over one another.

Height: 5' 4"

Strengths: Due to her elven blood, she has excellent night vision. She is very agile, and has excellent balance. Lock picking skill. She is fluent in elvish, and can understand some of the languages in the land, but just only a few key words.

Weaknesses: Her memories can keep her awake at night at times, or interfere with her daily life. Her memories greatly affect her mood. Every so often she will get random pains, in random places. She is afraid to let others see her true feelings about anyone, or anything.

Weapon: A Dwarven style, single shot Rifle, and a six foot, nine inches long whip that she keeps curled up against her side

Personality: When she is not being afflicted with her memories of her past she is a happy, fun loving person, who loves to be around others. When she is afflicted with a memory from the past, her attitude will change depending on which memory is it. She is also against killing. She does not want people knowing of her past, and will only tell a select few, that she considers as her friends.

Bio: Both of her parent's where human. Her mother had an affair with a male elf which she had kept secret. Nine months later Vanna was born, on a night when the moon was colored gold. She had a twin as well, and identical twin. For the first five years they both had perfect live until her father had found out about their mother being raped. One night when they where sleeping, her father grabbed both of them out of their beds while they where asleep, and tied them up to each other. Taking a whip, he whipped them fifteen times each. Each time he said: "You b*****d children! Fatherless pieces of s**t!". Each year for twelve years, on their birthdays he did this. They where to afraid to let their mother know about this, fearing that he'd abuse her as well. Each year they took the abuse in silence. On the thirteenth year her sister had enough. She took a butcher knife, and did not tell Vanna about her plan. When her father walked into their room that night, to whip them, her sister jumped out from her bed, with the knife in her hand. Getting their father in his chest, he screamed out in pain, waking Vanna. Sitting up in her bed, she watched as her sister killed her father, unable to say or do anything. As her father's body hit the floor, she looked up to her sister who was covered in blood, and tears rolled down her face. Sliding out of her bed, she walked up to her sister, and grabbed hold of the knife.

"We must go now...."

Her sister looked at her, silent unable to say or move. After a few minutes she spoke. "No... Only you can go. I have done something I had to do for both of us, and I must pay the price." Tears rolled down her eyes as she gave her sister on last hug. "Go now!" She shouted as she pushed Vanna away. "I am doing this for both of us. You can get away..." She took the knife to her own throat, and slid it across it, as she fell to the floor. Vanna watched as she fell to the ground. Her lifeless body, staring at her. She didn't understand, not yet. Tears where in her eyes as she slowly back up out of the room, and into the main room. Tripping over a chair as she stumbled backwards, her father's whip fell onto her. Hearing the guards coming, she looked into her mother's room, and then hers. "I'm sorry mother." She said before grabbing the whip in her hand and running off into the forest before the town guard could get to her house. A few hours into the woods, she had climbed a tree, and cried her self to sleep that night, not knowing what was going on in her life.

A few days later she had exited the woods, all cut, and bleeding. Passing out at the entrance to the woods, a passerby-er had seen her. Picking her up, he carried her off to a nearby cottage that he owned. He took care of her, and taught her how to use the whip she had, until she was able to take care of her self. Thanking him for the food, water, and help, she set off to the city.

A few days after she begun her trip, she arrived at the city. It was larger than she had imagined. All the tall buildings, and bustling streets where more than she could handle the first few days. Having only enough money for a week at the Inn at the outskirts of the town, and for a weeks worth of food, she started scavenging for miscellaneous items, she could start selling so she could afford food, and a place to stay at night. She got close to selling her body a few times, but she always ran into something that sold for a decent amount of gold before she actually did. She survived by buying and selling anything she could get her hands on. It was a hard time for her, but she learned how to survive on the streets. Every time she ran into a hard time, she believed it was just a test, to see if she could get over the next obstacle. On one of her usual days of buying and selling, she over heard a group of people talking of a weaponry school called the House of Bricks. Listening in, she smiled. "This is it. A new start..." But her smiled turned into a frown quite quickly as she heard how pricey the school is. Sighing, she continued to sell her usual knick-knacks. A dwarf came up to her a few hours later with a gun. She never saw such a thing before, and asked him about it. He told her how it worked, and showed her how to work it as well. When she had hold of the gun, she had two choices she could have done. One, was to keep selling the stuff she was, and pay for the cost in a few years. Or two... Steal the gun, and sell it for money to pay for the school. In a split second she chose number two. "I'm sorry..." She said as she pushed the dwarf over, and ran off with the gun, and a few bullets the dwarf had given her, to test out the gun. Running through the crowd, she pushed her way past people, knocking them down, trying all she could to get away from the dwarf she knew who was right on her. Jumping into a small covered shelter the dwarf ran right past her. Staying the night there, she counted her money and sighed. "If I do not get the money for the school, then I can't start a new life..." She said as she waited for night fall. Crawling about the city, and breaking into peoples houses by picking the locks, she stole only the gold they had, and left before they had woken up. With in a few days she had just over enough money to pay for the entrance cost, and start her new life.

The next morning she bought new clothes, and got rid of her old rags as she started for the school, with the gun attached to her back, and the whip by her side, she smiled. "A new chapter begins. Forget the old memories, and you shall create new ones." She said as had forgotten her old memories, and what she had done in her past. She wasn't proud of what she had done, but it was needed. Heading to the school, she smiled, and couldn't wait till she had a fresh start and a new beginning.


Extra: The gun that she has is a single shot rifle that must be reloaded after each shot. She is fairly quick with reloading it, but prefers to not to use it.

She has three different memories that affect her the most.

One is of her father. Who was abusive towards her. While she is being 'afflicted' of this memory, she will become abusive, and a b***h to say the least. She will be easily angered.

The second one is of her sister, who had killed her self. When afflicted with this one, she will become very emotional, and easy to upset. She will want to be with friends as well.

The last one is of her life on the street. When she is affected by this, she will become distant, and detached from people. Wanting to stay away from them, and avoid them, as she becomes paranoid.

The one main sign to see when she will be affected by her memories is when she seems to zone out. Her eyes will become black for a few seconds, before turning back to their normal color. She will randomly get affected by her memories, but usually there has to be something that reminds her of one o the memories before it starts to affect her.

((Sorry for the huge Bio...))