[hider=Vieri][center][h2][u] Vieri Zimbasu[/u][/h2]
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[b][center] I can do more with my mouth that just say fancy words for you [/center][/b]

[center][h3][b] 15 | Androgyne | Joruban-Revidian | Merchant | 8.07 [/b] [/h3][/center]

[h3][u]P E R S O N A L I T Y            [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Confident
❖ Open-Minded
❖ Spiritual
❖ Extraverted
❖ Neurotic [/indent]

Everyone is fallible, everyone should know this. When you enjoy people, their quirks, their presence, it is doubtless that there will be missteps, ill-spoken words. More friends are made if you can get over your ego and move on. Grudges are only weights upon your soul. That doesn’t mean the downward spiral doesn’t lie in wait for Vieri elsewhere, it’s just so hard to tell where the ice is thin.

[h3][u]C H A R A C T E R    A P P E A R A N C E            [/u][/h3]
Imagine a statue, that is neither man nor woman, carved from not ebony nor marble. It is a beautiful statue. Perhaps this statue bears a resemblance. 

And what is wrong with wearing nice things when there are those who wear rags and itch from fleas? Does it make silks any less soft? Do furs lose their warmth? Do rings weigh heavier upon pierced lobes? What if I told you they could buy bread and cheese and olives for weeks? I would say, you cannot wear these things.

And this tribal tattoo, do you think it means you belong?

[h3][u]L A N G U A G E S            [/u][/h3]
Avincian
Revidian
Joruban
All fluent

[h3][u]T H E    G I F T            [/u][/h3]
It is not a fitting gift. Like a ruby when you wanted a diamond, and yet it is all there is. They could never bring himself to truly study magnetism, but her natural aptitude was enough. For the school of chemicals, the converse was true. Which is the truest path? Perhaps it was a mistake that Giacinto funded Vieri’s trip to Ersand’Enise? Forever in a world of wants and needs.

[h3][u]B A C K G R O U N D            [/u][/h3]
What ruts has time’s wheel worn into a brain? Many, too many, and covered yet more still. Stories and tales and myths and legends, of a country, a second home.

There was a time with three parents, and never a time without. Two fathers, Revidians, the question of biology never mattered. A poet, one, the other a courtesan and Avincian bordello owner. One mother, from Yabusa a model, a painter, a muse. A child: half of both, wholly neither. Marco, Giacinto, Tafari: parents. The heart swells thinking of them.

Drug-smoke haze and sweat and sex, the smells of childhood in the rafters and dodging between legs of chairs and clientelle. Stolen fruit, stolen purses. An education.

Another memory, one upon a bed, straining. Tafari, mother, not letting the hours drag down her smile. Vieri could not manage a simple chemical change that night.

Mother again, painting, the hues and tone shifting under brush. Effortless, vibrant, alive. Vieri’s painting, dull. 

Magnetism. An ugly school, brutish, loud. There is no art to it. But the school of The Lover, the god which life made sense by…

A thought: an aspiring poet, courtesan, model, painter, muse. Vieri takes after her parents strongly. They let them, encouraged happiness over all else. What direction does happiness lie?

Bright flame, burning back the night, a candle, one of many in a clump, a tumour. It listens to the prayer spoken in the night, and there is silence.

A semantic quirk: aspiring means failed.

Last memory of home, packed bag dragging shoulder down, weight on heart dragging all down. Did they want to go? Did they want them to go? Were they brave, that the tears did not come when hugging and goodbying, only after, in the carriage, alone? 

[h3][u]M O T I V A T I O N            [/u][/h3]
Vieri does not like their gift but understands what it represents. It adds to their conflict between faith and new rationality. It represents a path that diverges from Vieri’s artistic wanderings and aimless life, it gives a clear definitive purpose: to be powerful, to protect. Morally agreeable, practically just not Vieri. 

It's a good thing to get away, no? Another perspective, another picture entirely.

Beauty can be found, if you look hard enough, in anything. Maybe all it takes is introspection, the guiding hand of Zenos renowned. Maybe it is just as ugly as it first seems. 

To create beauty, art is life. But it still does not feel like The Purpose. Will anything?

Just enjoy the people, the vice, whilst youth still allows it. 

[h3][u]I N V E N T O R Y            [/u][/h3]
A mirror, make-up, perfume that smells of cinnamon and camphor
Coins
Oil paints, canvases, frame, brushes, and things required to paint
The Menana
Stilleto

[h3][u]S T R E N G T H S  &  S K I L L S           [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Wine tasting
❖ Empathetic
❖ Flexible
❖ Acting
❖ Recalling the composition of scenes and faces [/indent]


[h3][u]W E A K N E S S E S  &  F L A W S            [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Obsessive
❖ Gambling
❖ Pride
❖ True intimacy
❖ Boredom [/indent]

[h3][u]E L E C T I V E S            [/u][/h3]
[indent]❖ Foundations in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Magnetic School of Magic (MF101)
❖ Foundations in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Chemical School of Magic (MF104)
❖ Dramatic Performance in Tragedy, Satire, Epic, and Comedy (AR102)
❖ Painting and Drafting in Oil, Pastel, and Watercolour (AR104)
❖ Etiquette, Decorum, and Forms of Address in Polite Society (SK101)
❖ Business, Negotiation, and Money Management (SK106) [/indent]
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