Page's Vault

Name:Page
Country Affiliation:Wanderer
Race:Human
Tier:D
Class:Ranger
Age + Birthdate: 26, March 4
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Page considers herself to be a professional, keeping her stoic demeanor at all times is part of her way of life. Showing firmly believes that showing emotions during a job is what leads to a swift death most of the time, which is why she endeavors herself to suppress emotions by hyperfocusing on whatever she's doing. When not busy, her professionalism transfers over to a smaller degree, she's polite to those she meets but at the same time wary. Every time she meets someone new she performs a quick investigation on them, trying to identify any hidden weapons, intent, and all in all just trying to get a better read on them. She doesn't trust easily thus she never really has any friends, just friendly acquaintances most of the time.

She's jumpy, quick to resort to direct physical solutions, and doesn't like casual interaction. Every attempt at socializing on her end ,where she's tried to trust other people, has ended in a catastrophic failure so she usually shies away from others, preferring to be alone most of the time unless the situation calls for it. Even then she only speaks a few words at a time around other people.
Likes: Festivals: Despite disliking social interaction in general she does enjoy festivals for the sheer mood of celebration and joy it brings to her.
Magic: It never ceases to inspire a sense of awe and wonder within her whenever she sees acts of magic. Different story when she's on the receiving end.
Dislikes: Socializing: She had an irrational dislike for socializing, preferring to sulk and watch from far away or dark corners.
Cheap Booze: They taste terrible to her.
Aspirations: Discovery: Page's main goal is to explore and discover all wondrous treasures and secrets hidden away in the world. She craves knowledge so much that it makes her wonder if she was a magician in her past life. She seeks to bring out all these wondrous secrets for all to see and share, for all to study and improve upon. Additionally, she also seeks to unearth her greatest secret of all, the secrets of her past and origins.
Phobias/fears: Large Fires: Page does not know why it is so, but she has an irrational fear of large flames and thinks it has to do with the severe burn scars on her body. She is terrified of fires at least half as large as her. Such flames cause her to cower and flee as much as she can, ignoring the consequences of her actions. She can deal with her fear if she's far away enough from the source of large flames but when up close she's practically useless.
Face-Claim:Rena, Elsword
Hair Color:Green
Eye Color:Green
Height: 170cm
Weight: 59kg
Appearance: Page is a a young green haired woman of decent build. She looks frail with all her clothing on but she is well toned and muscled under her clothing.She keeps her long green hair in a long braid that almost reaches the ground. She sports a dark hooded cloak and dark leather armor over her short green ranger dress. Each single article of clothing contributes in hiding away some very unsightly burns on her body, scars that she hides away from the world. Her hair also helps a bit by covering parts of the left side of her face for it to has a few small burns.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: She has star irises.
History:Several years ago, a merchant caravan was travelling through the desert with a cargo of spices, water, medicine, and a few shiny trinkets intended for selling. This caravan was composed of several wagons and camels, men and women wearing concealing clothing manned the wagons, some of them armed for the purposes of guarding the wares. This was the travelling merchant group Torres, a group of wanderers that banded together to start a business, they had been gathering some renown over the past few years with their success. On what was supposed to be a normal and routine route for the Torres was interrupted when they found the body of a young child lying on the sun scorched dunes of the sands.

They had first thought the young to be dead and had originally intended to leave her on the sands to be buried by the desert winds. Marco, the defacto leader of Torres, heard the very weak and quiet groan carried by the harsh breeze, stopped the caravan in order to scoop the young child into his arms and take her into the caravan. This was the first thing that Page, named by Marco who read books to her while she recovered from her ordeal, remembered.

She could not recall what her name really was, or why she had burns all over her body. They merchants guessed that she could be related to a noble or at least a well off family due to the fact that aside from the burns her skin was unblemished. She became a child of Torres, quickly learning the ways of the merchant group that had been kind enough to take her in.

Over the years of working with the Torres she grew in mind and body, growing into a silent elegant figure jokingly called by customers 'The Merchant Princess'. She began to seek out knowledge as her desire for discovery grew. At the age of 20, she finally waved goodbye to the Torres, her family for more than a decade. As she left to find her own path, to find her own secrets, the Torres merchants called out to her and said that she would always be welcome back.
Role-Play Sample: It was a quiet and slow day for Page. She had decided to spend the day in a quiet dark nook somewhere, a bookstore had become her regular haunt. It was a quiet place, filled with the scent of aged papers and ink, polished wooden shelves filled with books from different regions, written by different people from different times. It wasn't paradise to her, just a quiet retreat away from the outside world and having to interact with others needlessly.

The book in her hands, a novel named 'The Ballad Of Beasts', was an interesting read. A story about animals that learn how to speak with men was odd yet alluring to her. She shuts the book and meekly shuffles to the counter, placing it on it's surface and knocking sharply against the wood.

"How much?" She asked, forcing the words out of her mouth. The owner looked at her and the book for a while before waving her dismissively.

"It's an old book that no one wants anymore, you can have it." Nodding thankfully, she slips the book into her pack and pulls the hood of her cloak up before taking to the streets.