Velouria Floque

Velouria's childhood was one of waiting for a day that would never come. She'd never seen her father once, and her sorrowful mother spent every day awaiting his return by drinking her sadness and abandonment away. But Velouria put up with it with hopeful smiles and a warm heart; her mother would always promise her that she'd put down her bottles the day her father returned once more. Every day, she'd cling to a beautiful fleece; a testiment to her lover's fidelity. Velouria knew her mother would never lie to her, and so she would bear with it and patiently await her father's return and her mother recovering from her anguish.

And then day after day passed of her father remaining absent and her mother drinking, until the day came when it caught up with her and she died, leaving Velouria alone and brokenhearted. Forced to live on her own, she survived on the streets as a lowly beggar with only her mother's fleece to her name. She hadn't the heart to sell it as it was all she had to remember her mother by, but a part of her hated the thing more than anything else.

At first, she felt betrayed by a mother who chose to grieve her absentee lover instead of her living with a daughter who was always there for her and who always had cared for her. But Velouria came to realize that her mother never once lied to her; she'd always promise that she'd recover when her father returned to them. Thus, Velouria knew to redirect her hatred to her father and vowed to find him. What she'd do once she found him or what he even looked like, she wasn't so sure. Her only clue was the fleece he'd left behind; white like snow, cold to the touch, and carrying a scent of fine grapes.

There was little Velouria could do on the streets other than survive and grieve. Until one day, she was taken in by a very peculiar band of holymen; followers of Cayden Cailean. These merry troubadours saw potential in the young girl, and thus gave her shelter and offered to train her in their ways. Velouria initially hated the idea of following a god of such debauchery, it was what had dragged down her mother in her grief, but she had few options other than staying on the street. She quickly got a hang of the magic, like it was something natural to her, and came to enjoy all the aspects of Cayden Cailean. The life of revelry and joy spreading was like an escape from the misery and hatred she was consumed by prior, although those feelings would still loom behind her. She enjoys her lifestyle, but every now and again she is left with the thought that she is following the path that led her mother to an early grave.

## Appearance

Velouria is a hengeyokai of the hitsuji clan that hails from the far northern side of the continent, despite herself never having been apart of any clan growing up or having ever been that far north. She possess some sheeplike traits as a result, including horns and floppy ears. She possesses light brown skin and green eyes just like her mother, although she is much smaller in stature due to her poor and malnourished upbringing.

She is able to take the form of a rather adorable sheep, but she hates doing a such. It did work wonders for stealing things; no one would suspect an innocent little sheep of wrongdoing, after all.

## Personality

Velouria has a rather acerbic personality while sober and is slow to take to others, partially as a defense mechanism. Other people can't disappoint or cheat her if they never get close to her, after all. It's rather difficult for her to make and keep friends, as she tends to treat others coldly and be treated thus in kind. To make matters worse, she is constantly striving to

better herself and is extremely competitive with other magic users to an unhealthy degree; a fierce trait that quickly pushes others away. Despite her lack of general knowledge, she is able to strive and push for betterment due to her natural drive, quick intuition and seemingly bottomless pool of natural talent.

Get her inebriated, however, and she's a jovial laughing machine who loves company. However, when she comes down from her drunken highs, she hits extremely depressive and catastrophic lows. Her insecurities arise and she is made to remember the how she was abandoned in the past.