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[color=8882be][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Veronica Mercer[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]20[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Relationship Status[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Job[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Lower Gentry - Apprentice Healer & Apothecarist[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Element/Abilities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Fire Elemental
- She can control and manipulate fire. She has average skills, and knows the basics, but has never been properly taught.  
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[color=8882be][b][u]In-Depth Appearance[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Veronica is pretty, and out of her two sisters, she resembles her mother the most. She has straight brown hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her most prominent feature are her beautiful eyes, which are a magnificent color mix of golden yellow, warm browns, blue, greens, and a few hazel speckles.  The tricky thing about her eyes is that they seem to change color in different lighting, from green to brown to blue and back again. On the sunshine filled days they appear greener, and in the candlelit night they appear more of a mix of blue, browns, and gold flecks. She has a dainty nose, pouty lips, and a pretty smile. 

Her wardrobe consists of dresses, kirtles, and surcotes. She tends to be drawn towards the simpler and feminine designs.  If she is not wearing her hair just plainly down, she is most likely sporting some kind of pretty braided styling. She typically smells of wildflowers, as she spends most of her time in her father apothecary, or in the forest gathering plants.[/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Flowers
[*]Embroidery
[*]Music
[*]Astronomy 
[*]Painting
[*]Honey Cakes 
[*]Ocean
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[color=8882be][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Winter
[*]Stupidity
[*]Spiders 
[*]Dirty Finger Nails
[*]Snakes
[*]Gambling
[*]Rats
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[color=8882be][b][u]Biggest Fear[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]She is afraid dying. Do to her occupation she has seen her fair share of death. The unknown, about what comes after is daunting and the actual dying part scares her. Watching her mother and older sister die helplessly was also terrifying.  [/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Veronica is kind natured young woman. She comes off as quiet and considerate, but there is a wildfire in her eyes that is often overlooked. Strangers typically notice her serene disposition and pretty face. But that's not all she is. Veronica is as intelligent as they come, and as tenacious as her father. She resembles her mother physically, and has the same natural grace and gentleness. Her parents always said she was an old soul. Even as a child she was mature beyond her years. 

Her father considers education very important, thus she is articulate and freethinking. Her mother raised her with a strong moral background, so Veronica values fairness and charity quite a bit. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. Strong and independent, she is a girl who makes her own decisions and cuts her own path. The plight of others tends to weave its way into her sensitive heart, but this just makes her all the more adamant in her work to help others. She is a stubborn and strong willed woman, with strong convictions. Not one to be the coveted meek and obedient wife of medieval ideals. Her curiosity can sometimes land her into trouble. Towards people she dislikes she blunt, and callous, and not great at hiding her she truly feels about someone. Though she is content with her life in the village helping her father with his work, she sometimes longs for something more. 

She was never a big fan of the Destined legend. Once her parents explained to her what the mark on her wrist meant. The idea that she had a soulmate out there in the big wide world that she'd most likely never meet didn't faze her. It was that fact that somehow her fate was already written that bothered her. That her choices and actions made no difference, that destiny was already set in stone. Veronica also always wondered why. Why was she marked while others were not. And so she disregarded her mark for most of her life. The fact that she would lose her powers if she didn't find her destined love, was more good news then bad. Having control over fire was never something she was happy with. In her opinion the only good fire could bring was warmth on a cold night. Otherwise fire was just destruction, something that burned everything in it's path to ash and dust. 
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[color=8882be][b][u]Background[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Her father, Arthur was the youngest of five sons, and thus there was nothing to inherit from his father’s prosperous merchant company. Especially after all his older brothers got their shares, and quickly ran the business into the ground. He pursued his passion for medicine and became an apothecarist. Rather than appealing to the nobility and rich with his skills in medicine he chose to settle in the mining town of Culldune, and help the villagers for practically nothing in return.

Veronica’s mother, Enya was the only daughter of a local noble family. Their elopement was not approved of by Enya’s family who had hoped to marry her off to a wealthy nobleman, and thus she was disinherited for disobeying her family, and marrying below her station. Fast forward six years later and Veronica was born. Two days of painful labor in late winter, during one of the worst storms of the decade, she came into the world. 

As a child, Veronica and her family lived above their apothecary shoppe. It was a cramped and cluttered home, but also one full of love.  She was very close to her father, who she called papa. Though her father was always very busy, he always had time for his daughters. In his spare moments, he would teach Veronica about all the medical plants, how to read, and write, and everything else he knew. At night before bed he would tell her stories, and point out all the constellations in the sky. He instilled in her to always follow her heart and do what she thought was right. She liked to help her father in the apothecary. Young Veronica didn't want to just marry, have babies, and spend the rest of her life cooking and cleaning, she wanted to forge her own destiny, and do as she pleased. She wanted an adventure and to make a difference in the world. 

Veronica was seven years old when her mother died after giving birth to Veronica’s youngest sister Amelia. It was a crushing blow to Veronica, and her father was never the same after her death. Her mother's side of the family had a change of heart with news of Enya’s death, and they offered to take Veronica and her sisters in to be properly educated and raised as noble ladies. Arthur refused not wanting split his family apart, or lose his daughters. But four years later after Veronica's oldest sisters Gwendolyn died during an outbreak of scarlet fever Arthur agreed, and he left eleven year old Veronica and little Amelia to their grandparents. She would not see her father for the next three years. 

Her life with her overly strict grandmother, and fearsome grandfather was not exactly pleasant. Being waited on by servants and treated differently by the villagers she always though of as her friends was hard to get used to. Cooped up indoors, learning to dance, play instruments, and become a reverent passive wife to whomever her grandfather chose, was not her cup of tea. Besides their best efforts to brainwash Veronica into their way of thinking, she was steadfast in her beliefs. Unfortunately that was not the case for her little sister Amelia who seemed to thrive under their guidance as materialistic snobs. 

Veronica was fourteen when her grandfather told her she was betrothed. That only solidified her resolve to runaway and look for her father. So she [i]"borrowed"[/i] a few of her grandmothers jewels, and after six months of searching she found her father destitute and drunk in the slums of the Royal city. She cleaned him up, took care of him, and with the last of her money helped him get back on his feet. She found work as an apprentice healer. But a year later her father fell back to the bottle. He acquired so much debt from gambling that he ended up in prison, and Veronica was left on her own. 

The master healer she worked for gave her a place to stay, as she waited for her father to be released from prison. Work took over most of her time, and finally two years had passed and her father was out. Veronica and him made their way back to Culldune, where the village was happy to welcome them back. They moved back into their old home, and opened up the apothecary again. Thankfully her father stayed away from the booze and the cards. Life became simple and peaceful. 

Her godfather Rupert owned the local copper mine. He had hired a young man named Cedric to help run the mine. Veronica and Cedric disliked each other immediately. She saw him as arrogant, and presumptuous. He was handsome, but she couldn't help wanting to roll her eyes every time he opened his mouth. He saw Veronica as stubborn, and a know it all. Basically she had mild disdain for Cedric and he was indifferent towards her. Overtime their bickering and retorts turned to playful teasing, and flirty remarks. Then one night of drinking, and a spontaneous kiss later, they were on their way to a cheeky romance. 

Cedric proposed to her six months later, and she said [i]'yes'[/i]. She had never thought she'd ever want to get married, but Cedric made her feel happy, he supported her, and loved her exactly for who she was. She couldn't see ever loving anyone, like she loved him. The couple ignored the fact that she was marked. They planned to marry in a year or so, once they saved enough to have a proper wedding, and find a place to call their own. Sadly a month later the mine he was working caved in, and Cedric along with a dozen of the other miners died. 

Now she is twenty years old. Her father was the one who convinced her to go to the festival. He said that whether she found her destined partner or not, it would be a once in a life time experience. [/indent]

[color=8882be][b][u]Extra[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Faceclaim: Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Color Code: 8882BE
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