Vanya Tormollen

Vanya Tormollen is a Tiefling Druid, a cleric to the Phantom Queen Morrígan, and a woman destined to do great acts in the Queen's service, or so she has been told. She currently resides within a travelling caravan outside the city of Stonevale.
== The Basics ==
* Height: 6ft 1 Inch (with horns)
* Weight: 170lbs
* Current Location: Stonevale
* Education: Little formal education, taught by parents and her gran
== Physical Appearance ==
* Eye Colour: White, Foggy, Solid
* Hair Colour: White, Black and Grey near the roots.
* Build: Muscular, but Slender
* Distinguishing features: Long grey horns, long fingers that extend into black, clawlike digits. Particularly striking eyelashes. White skin.
* Preferred Outfit: (casual) greaves and a jerkin, dark colors. A cloak over top if it's cold, but a short one. (combat) Armor, custom fitted and pocked with holes and marks. (always) Lots of jewelry, shiny and a bit gaudy. Black boots.
* Accessories: Three necklaces. One with a small raven charm, an amulet to Morrígan, and one with a little green sun, which was her father's. Six rings. Two steel bands on her right index finger, a copper band on her left thumb, a wooden one on each ring finger, and a polished gemstone one on her left middle finger. Piercings and studs on each ear.
* Level of Grooming: Vanya puts a lot of time into her personal appearance, although she tries very hard to groom herself in a way that implies she just woke up like that. Groomedness diminishes rapidly with drunkenness.
* Distinguishing “tics”: Doesn't eat meat. Collects shiny bits and baubles, has a small hoard of the like. Drinks a concerning amount of alcohol.
* Mannerisms: Very aloof. Never displays her emotions outwardly, even in stressful situations. Constantly amused by things, but never lets herself be vulnerable enough to give an actual full laugh. Flirts as easily as she breathes, especially if there's something she can gain by doing it.
* Walking Style: Slinks, never seems to be in too much of a hurry. Good posture.
== Speech and Communication ==
* Talk Speed: Slow, measured.
* Style of Speech: Common, Blunt, Rough
* Accent: Freehold (IG), Deep, slightly husky(IRL)
* Posture: Strait, rigid, bordering on cold, although she tends to lean.
* Do they Gesture?: No. Would distract. If Vanya moves her hand while she's talking, it's because they're actively doing something.
* How much eye contact that they like to make?: If Vanya initiates eye contact, a lot. If someone tries to initiate eye contact with her, she will avoid reciprocating like the plague.
* Preferred Curse Word: Partial to "hell" and "damn."
* Personal Motto: "Live in the small things."
* Speech Impediments: None
* Distinguishing Speech “tics”: Calls people "sweetheart"
* What's their laugh like?: Infrequent beyond something small. Usually just an exhale or a chuckle.
* Describe their Smile: Sly, as if she's gotten away with something. Very toothy and sharkish.
* How emotive are they?: Non-emotive.
== Background ==
Vanya was born to a family of tieflings in the Freehold Isles, where her parents ran a rather meager inn. They lived a very simple life, admittedly, but a happy one, and they rarely found difficulty getting enough coin together to scrape by, if not by the most powerful of margins.
Vanya was an only child, although she adored the idea of siblings, and often tried to patter along after the other local kids to their activities. It was on one such journey that, when playing a hiding game, Vanya stayed out over the night, and as such, she caught a rather damning chill. One that kept her bedridden, and had a rather adverse effect on her health in general.
In fact, she was so racked by illness that the young child could scarcely leave her room without falling over coughing. Her parents, anxious, reached out to find a doctor or a healer, although they were able to find none that they could afford. Almost all hope had been lost, when a wise old woman arrived, one who claimed she had lost a child of her own to a similar disease, and offered to help restore Vanya to her health.
And so, for the next few months, Vanya and the old woman, who never provided a name, asking instead to be referred to as ‘Gran’, got along swimmingly. She would sit with Vanya by the fire and tell her stories about a grand destiny, one that always seemed to fade from Vanya’s mind by the following day. 
Only two details remained, and stayed consistent. This illness was not to be Vanya’s end, and that there was a fate laid out for her far beyond. 
Vanya soon recovered, and Gran said her goodbyes to the family. But Vanya was not simply healthy. She was far more robust than before, and began to exhibit strange signs. She displayed the ability to speak with animals, to heal others, and to divine strange things beyond normal knowledge.
Word travelled amongst those pagans living in the Freehold, Vanya’s parents amongst them, and they deemed that the old woman, Gran, must have been the Morrígen, or an agent of hers, and that little Vanya had somehow, for some purpose, received her blessing.
And when Vanya was old enough to travel on her own, when she reached the age of adulthood, she set out. In search of destiny, of wealth and opportunity, of fate and whatever it would put upon her path in the way.
A destiny is a lot to live up to, however, so along the way, Vanya figured she had best find a few ways to take the edge off.
== Trivia ==
* Vanya has never seen snow.
* Vanya has been arrested two times, once for public disturbance and once for assault (he deserved it).
* Vanya has been a vegetarian for several years.
* Vanya is a whiz at impressions.
* Vanya talks in her sleep, but absolutely refuses to acknowledge this when she wakes up. She will stonewall any mention.