Post by jenova on May 1, 2014 11:47:13 GMT
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[attr="class","qty"]"expose your shame for all to see"
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Is there something your heart desires? There should be - Orlais is a material place, after all. Do you want her trinket? Or that extremely coveted and rare wine from Tevinter? Maybe a unique artifact from a Nevarran tomb? Jenova excels at two things - finding things that you didn't even know you wanted, and then bringing them to you.
Jenova's fixation on the finer things (or rather, on being in close proximity to those things) began early - her mother would clean her employer's house, baby Jenova securely strapped to her back as she worked. And Jenova would reach out with a small, grimy hand and trace lines on a portrait of their master. Jenova was raised with a strong work ethic, and understanding that everyone has their place in this grand hierarchy, and hers was right down the bottom.
Her real "career" started almost unwillingly. It was a grand party, a ball unlike anything she had ever seen before. Jenova was carrying a platter of some intricately designed food that she couldn't quite place when one of the guests - a baron of some standing - took her by the arm and steered her to an alcove in the garden. She had braced herself for the worst when he started to speak. Offered her an unheard of amount of gold if she would simply "retrieve" something for him from the master's quarters.
It went on from there. Taking things that were there, keeping some, pawning off others, finding buyers, making like-minded contacts. In growing and expanding her own skill-set, Jenova started to realise that she had made something. It wasn't just a group of individuals doing things, it was a full-blown operation, and she was a vital piece of it. For the first time, she felt genuine happiness. She had made this possible. Perhaps hypocritically, despite mocking the Orlesian fixation on material objects, Jenova's greatest pride is a very material, very real building. Dilapidated, no windows on the first floor, seemingly entirely barricaded, just off a small alley right next to the Val Royeaux markets. This is the base of Jenova's smuggling operation, and she would say with utter conviction that it is the best place in Orlais. A steady rotation of statues, portraits, magical and non-magical trinkets, huge amounts of illegal lyrium, potions, delicacies, and so on ensures that the building is certainly a sight to behold.
That said, Jenova's presence is one of thinly veiled self-consciousness. She tends to walk with her hair down, her ears covered, avoiding eye contact and touch. In essence, Jenova hates being an elf - the distinction ought to be made: she does not hate what became of the elves, she resents that she is one. This line of thinking has become... slightly less prominent than what it was when she was younger. No longer does she spend hours staring at her own reflection, fingering the point of her ears and thinking that she should simply cut them off entirely.
No pride, there is nothing Jenova wouldn't do to get ahead. She is bitter at being elven and inferior, and yet still an object that can be used to fulfil desires in the absence of a spouse. That's fine, she's happy to indulge the needs of others for a price - and one that isn't just material. Jenova takes "mementos" rings, bracelets, necklaces, diadems, masks, scarves, clothes even - wears them all with disgust, and pride. As a punishment, both to them, and to herself. It is all worth it to see the look of absolute horror on the face of a noblewoman when she sees her missing family heirloom on the wrist of an elf, when it dawns on her how it got there.
When Jenova speaks, her hands are aflutter, there is a barely noticeable tremor in her voice. She paces while thinking, barely ever sleeps. Her tension is almost tangible. It isn't fear - not quite. Apprehension? The expectation that any second now something will happen and she will have to flee once more? Perhaps. She won't fight unless she has to, but Jenova's eyes have a vicious glint, her lips are a cruel hook.
LIST OF TALENTS: decoy, pandemonium, miasmic flask, feign death, flicker, heartseeker (opening bonus).
LIST OF SKILLS: stealing (improved/level 2), survival (improved/level 2).
SPECIALIZATION: shadow
[attr="class","jigs"]TWENTY-SEVEN • SMUGGLER • ORLAIS • ELF
[attr="class","noccio"]JENOVA
[attr="class","bb"]Is there something your heart desires? There should be - Orlais is a material place, after all. Do you want her trinket? Or that extremely coveted and rare wine from Tevinter? Maybe a unique artifact from a Nevarran tomb? Jenova excels at two things - finding things that you didn't even know you wanted, and then bringing them to you.
Jenova's fixation on the finer things (or rather, on being in close proximity to those things) began early - her mother would clean her employer's house, baby Jenova securely strapped to her back as she worked. And Jenova would reach out with a small, grimy hand and trace lines on a portrait of their master. Jenova was raised with a strong work ethic, and understanding that everyone has their place in this grand hierarchy, and hers was right down the bottom.
Her real "career" started almost unwillingly. It was a grand party, a ball unlike anything she had ever seen before. Jenova was carrying a platter of some intricately designed food that she couldn't quite place when one of the guests - a baron of some standing - took her by the arm and steered her to an alcove in the garden. She had braced herself for the worst when he started to speak. Offered her an unheard of amount of gold if she would simply "retrieve" something for him from the master's quarters.
It went on from there. Taking things that were there, keeping some, pawning off others, finding buyers, making like-minded contacts. In growing and expanding her own skill-set, Jenova started to realise that she had made something. It wasn't just a group of individuals doing things, it was a full-blown operation, and she was a vital piece of it. For the first time, she felt genuine happiness. She had made this possible. Perhaps hypocritically, despite mocking the Orlesian fixation on material objects, Jenova's greatest pride is a very material, very real building. Dilapidated, no windows on the first floor, seemingly entirely barricaded, just off a small alley right next to the Val Royeaux markets. This is the base of Jenova's smuggling operation, and she would say with utter conviction that it is the best place in Orlais. A steady rotation of statues, portraits, magical and non-magical trinkets, huge amounts of illegal lyrium, potions, delicacies, and so on ensures that the building is certainly a sight to behold.
That said, Jenova's presence is one of thinly veiled self-consciousness. She tends to walk with her hair down, her ears covered, avoiding eye contact and touch. In essence, Jenova hates being an elf - the distinction ought to be made: she does not hate what became of the elves, she resents that she is one. This line of thinking has become... slightly less prominent than what it was when she was younger. No longer does she spend hours staring at her own reflection, fingering the point of her ears and thinking that she should simply cut them off entirely.
No pride, there is nothing Jenova wouldn't do to get ahead. She is bitter at being elven and inferior, and yet still an object that can be used to fulfil desires in the absence of a spouse. That's fine, she's happy to indulge the needs of others for a price - and one that isn't just material. Jenova takes "mementos" rings, bracelets, necklaces, diadems, masks, scarves, clothes even - wears them all with disgust, and pride. As a punishment, both to them, and to herself. It is all worth it to see the look of absolute horror on the face of a noblewoman when she sees her missing family heirloom on the wrist of an elf, when it dawns on her how it got there.
When Jenova speaks, her hands are aflutter, there is a barely noticeable tremor in her voice. She paces while thinking, barely ever sleeps. Her tension is almost tangible. It isn't fear - not quite. Apprehension? The expectation that any second now something will happen and she will have to flee once more? Perhaps. She won't fight unless she has to, but Jenova's eyes have a vicious glint, her lips are a cruel hook.
LIST OF TALENTS: decoy, pandemonium, miasmic flask, feign death, flicker, heartseeker (opening bonus).
LIST OF SKILLS: stealing (improved/level 2), survival (improved/level 2).
SPECIALIZATION: shadow
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