Appearance
Race: Sylvan
Class: Rogue
Age: 102
Height: 5’6
Weight: 140
Religion/Faith: Agnostic
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
- Walking
- Kids
- Old non-judgmental people
- Quiet Walks
- Training
Dislikes
- Perverted people
- Drunk People
- Racist/Rude People
- Bad Breath
- Too happy people
Temperament/Personality:
Linive is a spirited young-woman who is bold, brash and known for her mischievous ways. She loves to travel around, seeing new things, but she always seems to return back to her home town. Her heart breaks to see her town suffer under. She can be truthful at time, making her have friends hard.
She exists by her own rules and sense of time, her life is piloted by her and no one else and she goes about living it as she sees fit. Her bright spirit is an unusual find in the world, as she never seems to let the faults and darkness of the world bring her down, as she seems to be an optimist, and naïve despite her many experiences. In a way, she is living by her own definition of what justice is, because she opposes those she herself deems corrupted in the open and aims to put them in their places.
Inventory/Equipment:
- Kukri Dagger
- Blessed Sword
- Leather and fur clothing with a carried to hide her sword and dagger
- Her mother's choker with their family symbol
Background/History:
For ten years Linive was living every girls fairy tale dream; with a loving mother who took care of the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing. And a sword-making father who enjoyed his work, but also enjoyed the time he spent with his wife and daughter. It was a happy home, a picture perfect life that is, until Linive's mother’s death.
Linive's mother had always been a kind and caring soul, the type to always put others above herself and it was this very trait that took her life. Her mother had been helping to calm a hysterical noble woman who had lied to her husband, claiming that their baby had been abducted by the midwife from town, when in truth the baby had been still-born. The noble woman only lied out of fear of losing her position as a noble should her husband realize she would never give birth to a child who would survive through the pregnancy, or give birth to any child at all. It was this very noble woman who in all her fear, frantically attacked Linive's mother, the noble woman's one and only blow being that of sticking a blade into Linive's mother's chest.
After her mother's passing, Linive's father turned to drinking, starting with just a few drinks at the tavern with the townsmen after work. But this quickly escalated to drinking while he worked, leaving Linive to tend to the house chores alone, as well as cooking meals and purchasing goods from the market on her own. Two years after her mother's passing, Linive's father would lose his job as a great sword-maker, and he would began to spend all their money on booze, including the money Linivie had saved up from helping look after the towns-people’s children. When Linive found her savings were gone, she confronted her father, who in his drunken fool self, told her he used the money to pay off a nobleman's tab at the tavern; the very nobleman whose wife had murdered Linive's mother. Furious at her father, Linive ran to the nobleman's manor and stormed inside without any invitation to enter.
She found him in his bedchamber with two harlot women draped over him, and not caring in the least at what she was witnessing. She demanded the nobleman return the money her father gave him; since the money belonged to her and was not her father's to give freely. This made the nobleman laugh at the twelve year old girl who stood in the entrance to his bedchamber, so he told her if she would entertain him; he would return to her a small share of the money. This infuriated Linive even further causing her to grab her small dagger from her belt, launching it into the bed post by his head. Shocked and now very aware that this was no mere child he could play around with, told her where the pouch with her money was. And while Linive was retrieving the pouch containing her savings from the nobleman's dresser, he pulled the dagger from the bed post and threw himself on top of Linive, dragging the dagger across the length of her back. Now if the guards had not seen the two harlots running from the manor and had these guards not interrupted the fight between Linive and the nobleman, that nobleman would have died that night.
When Linive returned home the next night, after her injuries had been tended to, her father was up waiting, drunk as always. As Linive closed the door behind her and went to begin to apologize for her actions, her father smacked her across the face, the force knocking her to the floor. The next thing Linive knew, her drunken father pinned her arms above her head and began to force himself on her, whispering her mother’s name. Linive will always remember the pain and anger she felt that horrible night. She will also never forget waking in the morning to find her father gone; he had left the town while she was passed out on the floor. She was now alone, her mother dead and to her, her rapist father may as well be dead also.
From that day on Linive traveled across Valcia, to see what this world has truly become. Her reason for leaving her home town was a simple one, the townspeople had learned of what her father had done to her and they pitied her; this left her uncomfortable and angry, because everyone now treated her as if she was made of glass and would be careful of what they said around her. Linive was able to fund her lengthy expedition by stealing from corrupted nobles and shared anything, which she found to risky or difficult to carry with her, with those who were victims of the nobles’ corrupted deeds. Seeing the smiling faces and knowing that she had just maybe saved someone, making her believe herself to be a savior of the weak.
Though at first it was only a speculated rumor, at one stop during Linive's travels, she happened upon her father, but no one knows what happened during their reunion. When Linive was asked by a child in a town if this was true, she said: “Yes and my father almost died that day...by my own hands.”