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SA | Yennefer | Travelling Merchant | PERM RETIRED

Published: Sep 23, 2017

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9/7/18 helo ( Darya87 for reference!)
11/2/18 SHINY NEW ART (Also gonna update her bio layout but i need to sort her tracer out before i forget!
6/10/17 Accepted! Really happy to be a part of this group! <3

what a scene queen

ily <3

𝕐𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 | 𝕎𝕒𝕣-𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕕 | 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥

" dry your tears child, life's too short for so much sorrow "

ASTRAL TRACKER || MOODBOARD || PLAYLIST

// ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ \\

》Name: Yennefer
    Meaning:
    Nicknames: Yen, Mum, Fat Legend hEEEAAA

》Age: 32
》Gender: Female

》Orientation: Pansexual
Preference: No preference in sex or gender, equines in shape and can show their strength, though
also, a soft spot for femininity to counteract her lack of.
Status: Dating
Lover: Kirsi

》Birthday: Early June
Zodiac:  The Zesla

》Herd: War-Forged
  Home: Usually seen around Skeldr Town (Skeldr Market mostly) however her occupation
has her moving around often. Usually pitches tents. Works for 'The King's Things'
so will often stop by to restock.
  Rank: Travelling Merchant

》Patron god: Kaia
  Beliefs: Yen isn’t devoutly religious, however, will say prayers every now and again in hopes
of good weather and harvest.

》Talents: Astrologist

》Blessings: -

//ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ \\

》Species: Common Horse
Breed: Noriker x Belgian
Height: 16h

》Coat: Flaxen Liver Chestnut w/ Chimera
Design notes:
-Scars dotted around (dont worry if they're not exact)
-Snip on nose
-

Cut her hair off lol

  Accessories:

      Rank rewards:
          -Horseshoes
    -Lantern

》Human FC and voice: tba

// ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ \\

Adaptable, Frugal, Conscientious

Self-Sufficient, Candid

Irritable, Obstinate, Realist, Reserved

Yennefer’s line of work has ridden her adaptable - weather conditions being the way they are the mare has to be able to change her travelling habits fluidly and easily. Also, having grown up with strong farming roots, she is self-sufficient and frugal. Yen has always been taught to only take what is needed and was also taught how to go about taking these things in a selfless way. Her religion also teaches this too so even though the mare isn’t extremely devout, the guide has always been there since she was a child. Due to her very lonely line or work, she also comes across as candid yet reserved. Yennefer believes there is no point in beating around the bush, so can be tremendously frank and straightforward, sometimes even offensively so. The mare doesn’t particularly like sharing about herself as she never sees anyone long enough to ever have felt the need to, thus giving her trouble whenever she has stuck around - having never really shared much in her life, it’s become increasingly difficult to start trusting. Yen has also become so used to quiet travels that it is definitely not hard to get her irritable side showing. Constant chatter is something she hates the most and is only bearable when at markets; when it’s seen as necessary. Furthermore, the mare can come across as very obstinate. It is almost overly difficult to get Yen to change her mind about anything be it which routes to take or what food to eat. Even her brother has a hard time getting her to change her mind, his efforts to stop her becoming a travelling merchant rendering futile. The death of her father and therefore ruins of her childhood dream also rendered her a realist. Not believing that everything will turn out peachy is a bad trait in her - she is often pessimistic because of this but really just sees situations as they are and deals with them how they need to be dealt with. Finally, Yennefer is conscientious - if you're not going to work to the best of your abilities, what is the point of working? The mare always makes sure she is working efficiently and isn't afraid to tell others who she believes are slacking, to pick up the pace.

// ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ \\

》Foal:
My childhood was one most would find uninteresting - born to two humble farmers, I grew up learning how to live off the land and by my own resources, yet I was also taught never to abuse the privilege of fertile land - my parents were devoutly religious to Kaia and so their crop was grown with care to be distributed amongst other goods sold in Skeldr Towns market. I’d often accompany my father when he’d travel from our small farmland and these are amongst the fondest memories I have of my childhood. We would pitch a tent when it got too dark yet would spend most of the night stargazing while my father told tales of those who walked the earth before us. I always felt best when I was traveling, which is why, even from a young age, I had my mind set on becoming a traveling merchant - My childish mind imagined my parents harvesting crop while I’d transport it to distant areas; people would rage about the quality of my parents work and we would live in peace, making money off the lifestyle I had been born into. My mother had also fallen pregnant again just four years after my birth. It was strange not having all attention on me, but I loved my brother, Viggo, who was named after our father. We grew strong together and I’d always watch out for him whenever we played with the other youngins. It was always bliss, I had a friend for life and a family who showered us with nothing but love.

》Adolescence:

(13/14)
It was odd getting used to having a sibling, yet it meant I was never bored. I used to play with him throughout the day which was a great help to my parents if they were ever extremely busy on certain days.

Of course, nothing good in life lasts forever. My naive, immature mind was utterly unaware of the financial issues my parents were going through. Me and my brother had been suddenly ushered away with some stranger my parents claimed to be an uncle and although confused, we had no choice but to comply. We had spent just under a week camping and foraging for interesting plants and trinkets that had possibly been lost along parts of War Lord’s Road. This had taken my mind off the bizarre circumstances in which I left, but when the time came to return home I was ecstatic. That was the longest amount of time I had been away from both of my parents so I definitely was feeling homesick and ready to return. However, what I returned to was not the same as what I left with. We had avoided the farmlands altogether and instead were en-route to Skeldr Town where we met my mother, alone, in the back of a shoddy tavern. I saw the tears in her eyes as she’d explained my father had been ill for some time yet he got worse, and as a repercussion, had to sell their farmland. Of course, I was devastated - I had known nothing but the life of farm work since my birth and thus the idea of having to move on so suddenly came as a shock. But I tried to stay strong for my mother and father. It was with heavy heart I decided to repay my parents for a wonderful start to my life and I found myself a job outside of farming - as an apprentice stationary merchant -possibly due to my constant pestering- and helped organize stock and funds. Although it wasn't ideal nor heavy in pay, it was enough for me to feel like I was making some kind of effort to aid my mother and dying father.

(16/17)
Interactions with him were difficult - it was him I was the closest to so seeing his weak frame lying almost helpless… it broke my heart. I couldn't bear to watch him struggle so I had made an effort to avoid seeing him. To this day, that is the thing I regret most. My own father, in his final days, wanted to see his only daughter but she was too heartbroken to come to her senses… I had left for work that day yet spent longer than usual chatting to my father. He recited the stories he once told me when I was but a young filly and we laughed together before I kissed his forehead goodbye for the day, or so I assumed was only for the day. Mother told me he asked for me in desperation in the final moments of his life but alas I never came. I couldn't. I didn't want to watch the stallion I admired for his strength and fire in his soul, lose all of that at once. Of course, when I returned home that evening, I hadn't a clue that the time had come. It was quiet, strangely so. All I could hear were soft whimpers echoing through my home. No. I couldn't have… my eyes met with his body, skin and bones with lifeless eyes. The fire once in his soul had been extinguished, and I wasn't there to say goodbye.

》Adult:

(20/30)

After a couple of years taking over the small stall I helped with in Skeldr town, I had finally gotten a name for myself as a merchant. Equines would often stop by, new and recurring, purchasing some of the many goods I offered. My brother had taken up weapon forging so worked alongside me; him selling the weapons he made and I selling intricate jewellery, carvings, and fabrics along with various trinkets that I’d gathered through the years. It wasn’t long before I finally made the leap to become a travelling merchant. Viggo was, of course, adamant that I couldn't do such a thing but he wasn’t going to change my mind. He’d tell me I wasn’t strong enough, couldn’t make it on my own but I didn’t listen. I wanted this so badly, I believed I was strong enough. My mother upon hearing my announcement didn’t try to change my mind at all. Of course, she had known that I had wanted to take on this rank ever since I was a child, but I had never told my brother that. After our father had died, I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone; I became much more reserved after his leaving the world.

Eventually, Viggo gave up trying to change my mind and saw the strength I had from my sheer determination to make it happen - I didn’t have to prove to him because I wasn't doing it for him and he respected that. To him, that showed strength. Of course, I knew to become a travelling merchant, I had to seek out the War Lord and get the correct papers. So, it wasn't long before I left briefly to seek her out. Luckily for me, the War Lord was situated in Skeldr Town so it was her I approached, after her sign to finally give me permission to travel the lands selling my wears - seeing he completed document was like a dream. I returned home with nothing but a grin on my face and flashed around my papers despite knowing my mother and brother weren't exactly excited that I'd be parting with them. However, the support they showed even if they were apprehensive was beyond touching.

As spring rolled around and before I left for my first travel, I had attended the Flower Festival with Viggo and my mother. I was never one for colourful flowers, however, we decided to go as a family as a sort of parting celebration. It was beautiful; attendees seemed so happy and carefree, mares and even some stallions donning flowers in their manes and tails. I even forced Viggo to wear some while agreeing to do the same. I often miss these moments with my family, everything was carefree and calm. The following morning I was gone, bound for the markets over the land and leaving the life I once knew behind me. It was odd at first and I often felt homesick, yet I seen grew used to it also growing reserved in the meantime. I met a few other merchants in my first few days and had also been accompanied by a young scout for protection. I didn't talk much, I preferred not to, yet he seemed to love chatter - I, grew to hate it.

Not long into my life being a solo travelling merchant, I was approached by an unknown mare when I was visiting home. She had told me she co-owned a business that deals with trades and would be interested in hiring me. It took me a moment to think things through - did I want to be all on my own with this? Perhaps working for this business would be beneficial - I accepted the mare's offer gladly and so began the rest of my time as a Travelling merchant. It was odd at first, not choosing my own routs or being on my own, but I soon got used to it. I had also met the other owner of the shop, Killian. He seemed to be a piece of work and possibly around my age, yet he was the son of Helen, the mare who hired me. Our relationship seemed that of siblings at odds most of the time. He seemed understandably bothered that I had been hired, but it made no difference to me.

As my time grew at The King's Things, Helen began giving me lessons in reading and writing. My parents hadn't given us lessons on these things as we were simple farmers in the past, and the passing of my father threw us off thinking about things like literacy. I was grateful to the mare who had become almost like family to me and I definitely appreciated her teaching me what she had. It turned out she had been doing this so, in the future, I'd have an important role in this business due to the time and effort I put into working there. I was appointed to keeping track of the caravans and also keeping track of those of the staff who had left to travel. Whilst keeping an eye on these books, I was still able to travel myself, accompanied by small bands of carts and other equines. I didn't talk much to them, however, I appreciated the extra support and protection.

Kirsi...
Aall through my life there had been a rather special mare - one who I didn't realise would be so special. Kirsi, she was always so eager to hear my tales whenever I returned home and we would often go out together, help one another when we can. While the sweet woman may have been... Obvious, for lack of a better word, with her feelings, it had taken me some time to realise my own - I'd never had a connection like that with anyone, besides my family of course, yet it soon became apparent that I held for the mare was more than friendship; she was part of the reason I'd grow home-sick now, she was my better half, she was the love I didn't know I needed. Eventually, we shared our feelings and came to the same conclusion - we were thoroughly in love with one another and decided to start dating.

》Present:
It’s been a decade since I started my job working for The King's Things and I have loved every moment of it. I pitch tents on my travels and often gaze at the stars just like I did when my father was alive. I like to believe he is among them, he loved the stars ever so much. Over the years I’ve picked up a few scars and scratches, dealing with unruly land or equines is never my favourite part of the job yet it still isn’t enough to get me to complain. Every now and again I will visit my mother and brother when I can which is always a joyous occasion. While we have told my mother she may find love again, the old mare tells us she still feels the love of my father, which always warms my heart to hear.

As I said at the start of my tale, my life is no interesting one but merely a usual whisper of life, death and determination. Now, leave me be, will you?

Kirsi and I have been dating for two years and I am certain I have found the one I wish to spend the rest of my days with - we even plan to start a family of our own.

// ＥＸＴＲＡ \\

》Likes:

》 Giving support to those in need
》 Clear skies/Star-gazing
》 Regulars!
》 Quiet, serene environments
》 Her time at home - while she loves her job, nothing beats returning to her loved ones
》 Kirsi <3
》 Drink of the alcoholic kind ey e em o j i

》Dislikes:

》 Lots of chatter all at once
》 Heavy snow - makes travelling that little bit harder
》 Travelling on boats
》 Reading aloud - still not overly confident with reading

》Fears:

》 Deep open water
》 Failure - she would feel as if she let her father down

》Drive/motives: Yen wants to prove to her “Parents” (actually to herself) that she can survive on her own, travel the lands never to be completely tied down by anything.
After having the farm sold off, she began to hate the lifestyle in a way that became a coping mechanism. Yen also wants to ensure that she can offer help
to those who need it and if she ever sees anyone getting picked on, will often step in.

》Pointers:

》 She may be overly forward at time, yet often her intention isn't to offend
》 Family means a great deal to Yennefer - having children of her own is one of her more important goals.
》 Carves wooden sculptures of the gods to sell, along with trinkets, and jewellery made by herself.

》Relations:

Mother: Aadya | Alive (NPC)

Father: Viggo Sr | Deceased | (NPC)
Brother: Viggo | Deceased

》Lover: Kirsi | Alive

》Friends:

》Enemies:

// ＭＯＤＮＯＴＥＳ \\

I am always down to RP!

GMT (England)

Platforms:I prefer:
Discord (Dm me for name)
  Skype
I tend to forget about:
  Notes
I Do Not Use:
  Forums
  Comments
I am ok with:
  Paragraphs (I always aim for at least one paragraph)
  HC and Plotting (Having something in mind before we begin helps me a ton!)
I heavily prefer against:
  Scripting

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seahaze

Jul 9, 2018Featured

if my love for Yen could be quantified, it would fill a thousand swimming pools and maybe the Atlantic Ocean.