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Birth Name: Born under the name Vivi, but that had been before the slave trade.
Name: Luce Vivaldeen, simply Luce, though addresses to "Lori" quite often.
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Birthday: October 15
Sexuality: Demisexual
Special Characteristics: Hair with the tendency to turn white as snow at the use of her magic.
Personality:
Personalities are easily conceivable for the strong of will, and with the old remnants of the orphan child Vivi but a faint figure in the dark, Luce Vivaldeen is free to adopt a seamless chill to match her stiff yet observant stares. Her natural expressions seem empty at most, and only a keen eye would come to notice the feint hint of elegance and grace in her carefully oriented mannerisms. In due time, people would remember Luce for her loyalty and her smiles that meant many meanings, each sentiment unique over the discourse of a journey ahead.
The woman is known to be as calm as the morning sea, with no storm that would rise, but no strong tide to catch you adrift, either. She is scarce in the ways of conversation, preferring quiet company and the breathable comfort of a fresh scenery. Though she herself has no issues with trust, she merely admits to the fact that a sheltered upbringing as a retainer gave her no chance to enhance her social skills, much less her ability to be "interesting" apart from appearing particularly fond of adventures that lie in wait. She is for the most part, quite secretive and shy, yet her relative self-esteem has a formidable bastion, still, as she upholds her morals of camaraderie and "living for the moment" with a unbound conviction.
Troubling to approach at first, there is no problem at the end game once Luce begins to unwind from her edge. She mellows around her mistress and is seemingly drawn to those with motivating outlooks such as her's.
Her battles are strict and careful, her silence brooding intimidation for even the most confident of men. She is quick to deal with her problems, just as she is quick to manage her wars with the accuracy of a seasoned retainer. Words are meaningless in her fights as she speaks with her actions, similarly how she'd involve herself with people on a basis: favoring deeds over promises, commitment over false compliments.
Luce takes to her decisions by acknowledging the opinions of others as readily as she would for her own mistress, this being a nod to the teachings she was given at her ripe learning age. Allies are an importance to avoid the permanent wounds of a losing battle, and friends are what make the journey more likely to reap satisfaction over lands discovered alone. She is a woman of few words, but that doesn't individuals from being drawn to her soothing presence. Though she might be too cold for some, her kindness is unmatched should you ever prove to earn a space in her melted brass heart.
Though friends are what friends will be, should anyone decide to cross the line, it'd be very hard for both parties. Her fear of "attachment" is both unnatural and unforgiving, and it may pose a problem at the first sign of a relationship that trickles beyond the bounds. She has limits she wishes to keep, and when the walls crumble and the gates are bashed, Luce would immediately feel threatened, shutting off her sense of emotions like a thin string of thread. To her, emotions are fleeting things, so her defense mechanism is done by cutting them off until a safe word is said by the gods.
Likes:
✖The Timeless Classics: Sentiment is a big part of her personality, and as such, she's naturally drawn towards things old with the years, but the times have not left them irrelevant. Such as old novels, the classic music a pianist would play on a good morning, or even the dearest of poperies that you'd find in worn out scrapbooks. Still so beautiful even at the wasting hands of age.
✖Museums: The greatness of preserved artifacts and beauty are what she truly calls her comfort zone. These establishments are notably closer to her heart as a home more than anything in the world.
✖Cooking: Her mistress never had the urge to find a new maid even as it was recommended for her to hire more, as she saw Luce as one of the best once you consider just how wonderful of a chef she'd be at the request of a meal. In her golden days, Luce were to be Vivi, and she had been a natural in the kitchen, even more so than her mother, whom she no longer remembers.
✖The Excitement of Travel and Discovery: Luce is a driven individual, acting upon numerous morals and truths, yet she so honestly believes that she's willing to tip her compass towards new, much more fantastic lands that lie ahead. There are things to be seen, earth to dig up and old, forgotten treasures lying in patience in already-crumbled civilizations. And she strongly feels she was born to unearth all these secrets with a careful, practiced hand.
✖Blueberries: Like mistress, like maid, and as was her mistress' favorite, and so was it to be her's without so much as a doubt or a complaint.
Dislikes:
✖Futility: Luce was tailored to operate at the sound of commands, these processes were what acted as a staple in her hardwired brain. A lose of action is what often causes her great distress.
✖Time: Time is brutal, time is a force that had always began to place an inevitable decay on the beautiful things that deserve to remain untouched. She works against time and continuity, yet she also serves it more often than not, and its a feeling that leaves much to be desired, yet all for naught.
✖Recollecting the Events of the Past: Memories are unique to each one, they serve a significant purpose, and that is to remind you of things that are ought not to be forgotten. Luce wishes to forget her past with all of its horrid reminders, mistakes that cannot be undone. She lives in the present, her magic is the work of future and options, and her past is neither all of those. It's behind her, there were no options then, no hope for a future. That's why there's nothing to be held in her memories.
Motivations:
✖An Objective to Complete: Luce is familiar with being given a goal, and she so often finds an unwavering sense of responsibility and determination filling her old bones when there's to be an objective, something to give her a sense of fulfillment once the deeds are done.
✖Rewards: No man can walk through something blindly if there were no prize at the end, only a fool would. Luce seeks to reap something from her actions. She formulates her strategies with this in mind, she maps her travels with the promise of treasure at the end of the adventure. This is what makes the journey even sweeter, to find something that would pay her efforts in kind.
✖Serving Her Mistress: Death had not been kind to her mistress, yet she proved herself stronger, existing even after death and housing in a pocket dimension that Luce may freely access. Here she hears what her young lady has to say, and she carries it out accordingly with the precision of incredible loyalty and practice working like oil to her gears. What she seeks, she shall get, without mistake, without falter.
Fears:
✖Disappointment: Luce is a woman whose personality works in a way where it allows no sort of disappointment to enter. She reigns herself as a master of her art and if her leaders siege her with regret written on their faces, she fears she might recall the times of her slavery, and it could cause the breakage of her reverie -which could deem chaotic than what it implies.
✖Attachment: "What I fear most isn't death; what I fear most is...attachment. Once I become attached to something, I fear that I will lose it. That's why we only live for the moment..."
✖Drowning: Being lost in an endless time is akin to drowning, with the centuries clogging her lungs. She can resist the mental aspect that's naturally brought about by her art, yet the actual thing seems so...appalling to her.
General Appearance
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Weight: 150 pounds
Hair: Often white, curly and short with the exception of two braids tied by green ribbons or bands. Her original hair color is a purple-ish blue, yet its so rarely seen unless she willingly turns her magic "off", a highly unlikely prospect.
Eyes: Sky Blue, turns scarlet due to one her magic's abilities
Skin Tone: Light and peachy
Appearance: A young woman whose regularly dressed in a maid's attire, being the only substance of clothing she ever owned. Alternating between a simple blue and white schematic with long socks and heels or flats (sometimes even boots), or to a black and white cover-up with black stockings and simple loafers. Fashion is not her forte, though she wouldn't mind dabbling in it as her mistress seems keen to dress her up. She owns a long red scarf that becomes her only palatable reminder of her lost childhood. It's warm and soft, fortunately.
Guild/Council
Guild: Guildless for now
Tattoo: Below her right collarbone
Rank: D
