quick info.

   NAME.   Roweyna Bragasdottir
   AGE.   64
   GENDER.   Agender [afab]
   PRONOUNS.   he / him
   SPECIES.   veena viera
   HEIGHT   4'10"
   EYE COLOUR.   left: black | Right: cloud-gray, blind
   HAIR COLOUR.   wine red
   BUILD.   thick hourglass

Roweyna Bragasdottir.

Mortician.
Alchemist.
Necromancer.
Courtesan.

stats.

   STRENGTH.   ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◻◻◻
   DEXTERITY   ◼◼◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻
   OFFENSE.   ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼
   DEFENSE.   ◼◼◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻
   MAGIC   ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◻
   INTELLIGENCE   ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◻
   CHARISMA.   ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◻◻◻
   LUCK.   ◼◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻◻

likes.

  • Thaumaturgy & Hemomancy

  • Voidsent

  • Horticulture

  • Painting

  • Violin & Cello

dislikes.

  • Sweets

  • Summer

  • Entitlement

  • Superficiality

  • Bigotry


Appearance.

Long, combed back wine red hair frames a delicately heart shaped face-- soft and rounded, in contrast to the sharpness of his eyes and strong nose. He's ghostly pale, and doll-like in the sense that he's both elegant and uncomfortably rigid. Standing stock-straight at a meager four fulms and ten ilms, his slitted eyes and short stature make his bloodline uncertain, though stout leporine ears and a tufted tail are undoubtedly Viera. His eyes-- the left a deep black, the right a cloudy-gray-- carry an unnatural red shine to them, noted most frequently in the dark and the dim and at certain angles, where the light hits just right.Darkly painted lips are oft drawn into a line or small frown, his sleepy, lidded eyes seldom drifting from their languid, ever-disinterested expression. Runic scarification marks heavily freckled skin in patches, the most of which covers the expanse of his back; arms and legs steadily darkening into hauntingly magic-blackened hands and feet, tipped in carefully manicured claws. A starkly black tattoo climbs the skin of his throat and down across his shoulders, blooming into inked flowers across scarred shoulder blades and the underside of his jaw.Though uncomfortably stiff and deliberate in his mannerisms, he scarcely dresses modestly-- skin and curves often on display or heavily emphasized by well-tailored clothing in shades of black and wine-red, with jewelry-laden ears and fingers that clink softly with each and every motion. Despite this, he often sports close-fitting necklaces and high collars, as if unwilling to expose his throat.Though he carries himself with stilted allure and poise, there's a subtly uncomfortable and borderline menacing air to his person-- with unblinking and predatory stares, twitching fingers, and frequent nosebleeds.

Demeanor.

Roweyna is an elusive creature-- he can seldom be pinned down outside of the places he works, crediting it if asked to 'refining his skills,' though he certainly won't admit to what those happen to be. Flirtatious and soft-spoken, the viera has carefully manicured his person into the picture of elegance, mystery and seduction-- but with a keen enough perception, one may be able to perceive the melancholy in his eyes, or the occasional detachment.The veena does not wear his heart on his sleeve: he's extremely guarded, though with enough time and persistence, the cracks in his facade make themselves known.Roweyna finds solace in the arts and his personal studies: he's adept at alchemy and botany, and applies these skills to both his daytime job as an alchemist for Apocrypha, and his lesser-known work as a mortician. In his free time, he paints, plays the cello and violin, dances and sings, though he's loath to admit to the latter two.Those with a trained eye and an even keener sense for aether may note that, though there are attempts to mask it, Roweyna is steeped in void-- much akin to a voidsent, though his body seems to be very much his own and no manner of possession or decay seems to be taking place.



   AQUA REGIA.   
OXYTOCIN RUNNING IN THE ETHER. Roweyna is an alchemist first and foremost, providing access to both a variety of elixirs, poisons and glamours, as well as harder-to-procure reagents. He is very forthright in his business-- though some of his more questionable reagents and potionworks are only available through means of black market sales. Alchemicals aside, he also offers divination and relic appraisals-- if you know what to ask for.

   PALLBEARERS AND PETRICHOR.   
DIG UP THE BONES BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE. WIP

   BORN OF BLOOD.   
TO BE BOTH THE ANIMAL AND THE GOD. Born to an even-further-elusive clan of veena on the Skatay range, Roweyna spent the better part of his early life dwelling in a village in a system of caves, only leaving them to hunt and forage in the Wood and trade wares with the neighboring tribes. Those who know of his specific sect of viera often speak ill of them: that their strength is borne from ritual sacrifice and pacts with ashkin, and that the caverns are wreathed in darkness and stink of blood. This hearsay is made ever more believable by their penchant for scrimshaw and odd, nocturnal behavior.
Those who dwelled in villages close to the caves may find Roweyna to be a familiar enough face, often running errands and visiting neighboring villages to trade textiles and scrimshaw in service of his mother, the matriarch.

   LONG LIVE THE KING.   
THE KING IS DEAD. WIP

   STAINED AND FLAWLESS.   
CRAWL UNDER MY SKIN. WIP

   TWO AGAINST ONE.   
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME AGAINST ME. WIP



     PC.     

  • "Oh, he's got a gorgeous face. seems shy, but I don't think that's really true. I think he's hiding somethin'. I think he's hiding a lot of somethin's. But, hell, who isn't?" Es'mena Nenda ◆

  • “Aye, Ro an’ I are close. Real close ‘no wha’ I mean? That don’ mean he won’ ‘ave me dick in a vice grip if I cross ‘em. Heard he made Oswin cry with a mean left hook.” Crux Ru

  • "Death is friendlier than one evenin' spent in his wrath. And it’s worth it to seduce death." Vasir'li Solhu

  • "There's a lot hidden behind those pretty eyes; I know those looks all too well. I wonder what those scars mean. Guess it would be rude to ask, no? Seen him punch a guy for less." Magnus Nightshade ◆

  • "Row? He's as sweet as can be! He always has a baked treat ready, makes a flawless muffin. I do wish he'd cease eating bits of Spoken. You never know where some random rude fool has been and I'm terribly concerned he'll make himself sick one day eating an eye." Camille Everardi ◆

  • "We often are victim to our own harsh criticisms, and he is no different. Should he ever find that confidence and comfort can coexist within himself? I fear for the heart of every Spoken soul of the star." Karna Ardeth


     COMMON.     

  • "Comes 'round to buy my reagents ev'ry sennight, like clockwork. Always asks fer the same thin's-- think he's an alchemist or summat, but I don't see 'em workin' with th'guild. Kind o' odd-- comin' all th'way here from th'Shroud. Pays well 'nough." -Ul'dahn Merchant

  • "A quiet, curt thing; he shows up to work in the eve but does not speak overmuch, and does not linger after closing unless preoccupied. There's a profound sort of sadness in his eye, but don't let that fool you-- he's got a mean streak a malm wide. Makes him rather popular with certain menfolk, though..." -Ishgardian Brothel Madame

  • "He took care of my brother when he passed-- handled him with great care. He understood the rites of my people without need for an explanation, and laid my twin to rest according to his wishes. I am... grateful." -Xaela from the Himaa tribe, client

  • "He's always standing there during auctions, just to the right of Miss Everardi. Shadows her across the floor from the sidelines, to the stage, to her office when she hands out the auction winnings. I hear he's their alchemist, but he appraised an old Mhachi knife for my acquaintance..." -Apocrypha auction-goer

     RARE.     

  • "Aye, I've seen 'em. Used to come 'round the fightin' pits often, back nearly-- what, 'round a decade ago? Hard to forget: seen 'em throw hands with some o' the meanest, no matter the size. Damn near killed some of 'em. Nasty, spitfire little thing. Think he might'a snapped, 'cause he just suddenly stopped comin'-- maybe he did kill someone." -Lominsan Back-alley brawler

  • "Late nights, I would see firelight bouncing off the cave walls through the entrance, would hear their songs, gag at the stink of blood. I know them not, but I know they deal in death-- that their Matriarch cut out her eyes to open them. I cannot fathom why the Wood does not reject them." -Veena from a neighboring village

  • "Ah, that one. I am surprised and disheartened to know he is not dead-- his methods of interrogation were most vile. He has not shown his face here in some time-- not since the fall of the Black Lotus. It is in his best interest if it remains that way." -Sekiseigumi guard

  • "There's something wrong in that neck of the Shroud, close to the Coerthan border. Chanting in the night, flickering lights, an acrid smell on the wind. I swear, it feels like the trees are watching. But I've seen them myself-- that viera. Seen them shed their skin for a cloak of feathers. And all of the eyes-- heavens above-- the eyes. They looked at me once, twice, a dozen times, and I couldn't bring myself to move my feet. Took off into the treeline-- never saw them again, after that. But I will. And I'll be ready, next time." -Voidsent Hunter



about.

Beneath a pleasant and demure facade, something sinister lurks-- akin to a serpent coiled in the grass, poised to strike. Roweyna is, at times, overly polite, though his always-lidded eyes and lackadaisical nature belie this kindness, giving way to something more stilted and apathetic-- even domineering, at times. Even so, the veena moves with controlled grace and purpose, intentions often held close to his chest until it comes time to lunge: his weapons of choice a silver tongue, dexterous hands and an inclination towards wresting control in most circumstances. Little is known of him otherwise, though runic scarification and a proclivity for magic and tinctures speak of someone well-versed in the arts of alchemy and thaumaturgy.


favorites.

   01      Roughness (Biting, Scratching, Impact play)
   02      Rope play
   03      Knife play
   04      Wax play
   05      Dirty Talk/Degradation
   06      Edging/Orgasm Denial
   07      Overstimulation
   08      Body Worship
   09      Breeding
   10      Service Topping
   11      Pet Play


hard limits.

   01      Age-play
   02      Bathroom play/Filth
   03      Snuff

   01      I will RP mature and dark themes, sexual situations, violence, and drugs and alcohol.   02      I may RP long-term character injury and captivity, but require discussion first.   03      I will not RP permanent character death or underaged themes. This is non-negotiable.

Hi, I go by Lawrence.

I am an aspiring concept artist and I have a penchant for writing wretched little creatures.You can contact me at vicarlaw on discord!