Name: Vonys Proudcrest
Age: 40
Species: Alpine Ibex
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 175
Appearance
Vonys is rather unassuming in her general appearance, bearing no distinguishing features that set her apart from the rest of her species. Tell tale marks and scars adorn her horns in great number, proof of combat, and the kind of hard hardheadedness that an Ibex would typically display. The pair curls grandly over her head, giving the woman the appearance of added height and bulk. Thickly laid fur covers her body, from head to hoof and takes on a trademark wispy look around her fetlocks.
Like all of her kind, Vonys' chin is adorned with a beard and if left unattended it grows tremendously thick much like the hair on her head, lending her the appearance of a mane. Much to her eternal chagrin, Vonys' work requires her to keep her beard trimmed to avoid any mishaps. It's about he greatest shame an Ibex can face.
Growing up in the mountains isn't easy, and it promotes the sort of lifestyle that Weekend Warriors could only dream of. A lifetime spent hiking up and down rocky slopes, and bounding across crags has instilled a deep enjoyment of physical activity in Vonys, and it shows plainly in her physique. A smattering of scars covers her well-muscled frame, some the typical result of a life of Active Duty, but most standard fare for mishaps found only in the wilderness.
A noticeably deep voice accompanies the woman's elegant speech. Often giving her words a greater sense of gravitas than others.
Personality
Positive Personality Traits: Honest. Disciplined. Efficient. Tenacious
Negative Personality Traits: Arrogant. Self-Serving. Vindictive. Ruthless.
Dislikes: Laziness. Ineptitude. Cowardice.
Likes: Ambition. Straight Forwardness. Dedication.
Fears: Obsolescence.
Vonys is known to be both fiercely ambitious and intelligent, and at first glance seems to be rigid in her bearing and possesses a rather cool demeanor. Past outward glances she has proven to be both patient and kind, speaking openly with any that would ask for her time. Her brusque nature is by her own admission, somewhat off putting to others, but there is little doubt to the earnestness of her words and nature. Vonys has little desire to lie, for better or for ill, instead only offering her words with a curt sincerity, leaving the other party to make of them what they will.
Despite her outwardly disinterested mannerisms, Vonys believes fully in the potential of others and takes great pains to nurture that potential to the fullest in all that she comes into contact with. Anyone can refine themselves into something greater if they have the drive to do so, and Vonys would rather potential be brought to fruition rather than wasted.
Of course, that is to her own benefit more than anyone else's. Vonys didn't get to the top just by playing nice. Potential is only good if it's being directed in the manner that she sees fit. If that same talent is being used against her, then there's no kindness to be found. Instead it's considered an obstacle to whatever goals she may have at the time and it serves no purpose other than to be disposed of in short order. Vonys values efficiency more than anything, and is ultimately a creature of routine. Not wont to change her methods for any reason, save for the most dire of circumstances Vonys is firm in her belief that a solid and well practiced method is far better than an overly quick one.
Nothing worthwhile has ever been earned through haste, and Vonys embodies this in her seemingly boundless patience. She approaches tasks and decision making carefully, not wanting to worsen things with snap decisions. This in turn makes her slow to act in many cases. But each choice the woman makes can be felt long after the deed is done.
That limitless patience, however hides a deep rooted vindictiveness within the woman. All slights, no matter how small are committed to Vonys' memory. Never forgotten and allowed to fester within her heart. She weighs each crime, internally compiling a list of offenses for one and all. The higher the count grows, the harder she works against her foes.
Never one to shirk duty, the woman finds a lack of motivation to be a great offense. A person should always be able to find it in themselves to be useful. Sitting around and waiting for Life or Death to do its thing doesn't sit right with her. A percieved lack of direction, or even cowardice in many instances will earn no love from Vonys
History
Ambition had always resided within Vonys. Gnawing at her insides, and driving the woman forward ceaselessly. The entirety of her life was not dictated by the hopes that filled little girls the world over. But an all consuming desire to achieve.
Needless to say, she was a nightmare in the schoolyard.
Much of her childhood was spent roaming the forests and craggy hills close to her home. The small township Vonys called her home was situated north of the Estridar mountains, and in typical fashion only produced hardy folk. She wasn't the only child let loose to roam those wilds, running, playing and climbing the rocky slopes at the base of the mountain range. A fall for an Ibex child wasn't usually a matter of concern, but it could not be the same for all children.
Vonys understood, that even from a young age that some people were more prone to accidents than others, and rather than laugh at their misfortune the way some did, she saw it as her responsibility to assist them. Perhaps it was an innate desire to help others, or perhaps it was due to the fact that young Lorette referred to herself as 'King' of the mountains and saw it as a Ruler's responsibility. Nobody could really say.
She'd started carrying bandages, and other essentials needed to tend to the scrapes and bruises children received when roughhousing, and tended to the smalls hurts that the other children complained of. Such was her dedication, that other children would go so far as to approach her outside of their games. On the streets, or at school, some even visiting her at her home. Her Father surmised that she should perhaps learn some basic first aid, to better assist her efforts. Vonys' efforts and even minimal knowledge at the time, did put adult minds at ease, knowing that at least someone was being responsible while the neighborhood children were out roving the wilderness.
Despite the joy of traipsing aimlessly through the woods with other children, Vonys enjoyed camping with her Father more than anything in the world. Forays into the wilderness soon became more than simply joyful trips with a loved one. They became lessons in bush-craft, survival and first aid. Something within Vonys had been drawn to the forefront of her consciousness during those early years, a feeling of contentment that led to a certainty that she was meant to do this more than anything else.
It was not a hard path to follow when she bothered to look back on her decisions. Professionals versed in not only survival in the wilderness, but on site first aid were in high demand in the area. Schooling was a moot point as you really only needed a High school Diploma to become certified for SAR. Ever the overachiever, and never one to put her eggs all in one basket, Vonys did attend college, majoring in Environmental Sciences.
Being a Park Ranger did very much come with all the enjoyment that Vonys expected, but it was not long before that ever present itch within her flared once more to life. The desire to do more, to be more.
The Solernia Military seemed as good a fit as anything else. SAR and Combat Medics were as in high demand within the Royal Military as anywhere else. Vonys had the experience, and she wasn't lacking on the physical requirement end of things. She certainly had the drive, and with that firmly in mind there was nothing to stop her.
Engagements blurred into each other, along with the years that bore them. Time passed as it ever did, and it sometimes seemed that for every still breathing person that Vonys could pull from the wreckage of their vehicle, or tend to in the wilds, there were still more that she simply couldn't save.
It was nerve wracking, and horrifying, and humbling. All of her know how, her skill, her drive, it was nothing in the face of the her charge's looming demise. Had she been a different person, a person more prone to despair, or simply one smart enough to see things as they were Vonys might have given up. She might have taken those losses, those missteps and gone home. Back to the forests and mountains, and stayed there forevermore.
But that something. That incessant gnawing deep within her chest refused to quit, and the all consuming stubbornness that Vonys' line was known for took hold.
She offered the dead and dying no platitudes, no flowery words or false assurances as she worked. Only a comfortable efficiency, and the honesty that she felt they deserved. No more, but never anything less. And indeed that cold logic earned her no shortage of disdain from some, but to the dying therein they found some relief. When everything she had fell short, Vonys offered a stern stability to the injured. A small comfort against the dark, but a comfort all the same.
"I cannot change your fate. Only ensure that you go to meet it on your own terms."
Hobbies & Interests
-Drawing and Painting.
-Fine Cheeses.
-Rock Climbing (Obviously.)
-Video Games. (RPG's are her favorite. A good, immersive story is a must.)
Personal Gear & Equipment
- Personal first aid kit
- Personal survival kit
- K8 Combat Knife
-Pebble
-Multi-Tool
- M8 Personal Defense System
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