Name: Florence “Flo” Venilia
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Appearance: Florence is a young women, physically fit from traveling and petite. Florence is not very tall, only 5’3 height wise and has violet eyes, a square face with high cheekbones and an elegant jaw. Her skin is of a light tan and has full lips, and a curvaceous body. Her hair is platinum blonde, long and wavy and typically let down, with a long section of her bangs swept to the side.
Clothing: Florence wears a burgundy coat with gold accents, with red tassels at the very end of it, over a dark red strapless top, and high-waisted black pants, paired with dark brown boots. The outfit is complimented by a dark red choker and a pair of leathery black belt attached to her pants.
Weapon: Strapped to the belt is a pair of persian scimitars. The sheath a clean, black gloss, and blade coloured a contrasting red. Her handle is gold in colour, made of bronze metal and wood. Strings of red tassels decorate each side.
Personality: Florence is a reserved individual, keeping her thoughts to herself and rarely truly expressing it. She outwardly showcases a image of smugness and certainty, but hides her insecurities with snark and scathing remarks. She is mentally frail due to her abusive upbringing, a home she was eventually kicked out from after she was no longer of use, and is extremely bitter and holds a heavy grudge against her birth family.
Florence copes with her problems poorly, through drinking habits that are continuously getting worse, though she does not realise so. Florence knows the world is full of grey shades and not black and white, but is in constant self-denial, as a way to keep herself sane everytime she does a job as a mercenary. She drinks heavily on certain days, and is becoming more and more reliant on alcohol as a coping mechanism, trying to numb her head from her past and issues.
Florence believes in being an individual and owing to no-one but yourself, and has large amount of pride due to her strong beliefs and morals. Contrasting this is her poor self-esteem and her cowardliness in facing her issues, which she is self-aware of, but chooses to ignore out of fear.
Florence is, in all, a hypocrite.
However, Florence, at the very core, is an idealistic person. She yearns for interpersonal relationship with others, but has difficulty forming it due to lack of experience but is genuinely kind and caring. She is a loyal person at fault, and even if betrayed she would still believe in them, a weakness, but also a strength. Florence does not get emotionally attached easily, a form of self-defence, but once her barriers are gently broken down, she loves with everything she has, all of her, till her very death.
Strengths: Florence is a powerful elemental mage, with an immense draw for water and wind, and an affinity for lightning. She is a talented swordswoman, capable of defending herself without magic through physical skill alone. One of her key skillset is her blending of her elemental arts with her dual swords. While capable of performing feats such as striking lighting on the earth-- it requires an absurd amount of mana. While her mana pool itself is incredibly large, it is not infinite. Thus, Florence manipulates her elemental abilities to a fine, controlled point-- a testament to her skill as a mage, and coats her blade, clothing and carry-ons in it. It creates a sort of barrier; for her blade, it sharpens it with wind and lighting magic, to the point where it can cut through almost
anything, even some magic spells. For her clothing, it allows her to make it more durable, allowing it to become an armor of sorts, allowing her to block or deflect attacks magic, the wind shielding her from danger and water absorbing the shock of attacks, and lighting making her a walking zap machine every time someone even
touches her.
Florence affinity is lighting, and can generate electricity and use it as a deadly weapon. Her magic is at the strongest during a thunderstorm, as she has all the elements within her grasp.
Weaknesses: Florence is incredibly strong physically, as a powerful mage and natural sword fighter, but this is offset but her extreme fragility mentally. This vulnerability is obvious to a keen eye. A sharp twist of words and the correct body language will most certainly make her lose all control-- or break her. Florence's biggest weakness, however, is her stepmother. The sight of her, sneer, glint in her eyes, voice-- anything-- it is her true weakness, and is the reason for her nightmares and panic attacks. All one has to do is whisper in the voice of her stepmother, and she would break, very,
very easily.
Affiliated Faction: Loosely Mageborn, mostly neutral/apathetic.
Backstory: “...Mother?” Florence looked up. She knew there was a bruise starting to form on her face, the sharp sting of her the woman’s slap aching through her cheek. She watched pale hair— almost white slide past her face, revealing the sight of a middle aged woman, hair previously dark, but now greying with age. Thick makeup was layered over her face, red lipstick bright-dark and pursed in a scowl.
“You've brought shame to our family name, worthless and good for nothing-- ” Thea Astraeus looked down at her, pale green eyes cold and frosty, as she turned and strided out of the room, and Florence scrambled to catch up to her stepmother.
“I- Wait- Mother!” She fumbled and slipped and fell onto the floor, dress catching on her feet and felt the impact of the marble flooring, cold and hard. The blonde pushed herself up, every bone in her body aching as she crawled towards the woman who destroyed everything.
Her father’s pride, her family’s morals. Everything.
Astraeus looked down, and Florence knew she made a pitiful sight, desperate and fearful, and that amused the witch more— if anything. Astraeus clicked her tongue, and gave a spiteful smile, and walked out of the hall, heels clicking as she called out,
“Do leave before midnight— darling. You’re a sore sight.”
— — — — — —
(And Florence
left, with nothing but a few pieces of gold coins and a sword strapped to her back, and an aching part left in her heart. A hole that wouldn’t be filled in a very,
very long time.)