Name: Victoria Birdwhistle
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 27
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Race: human
Looks:
Eyes: large and round, golden brown
Hair: gingery red, wavy and comes down around her shoulder blades, bangs
Face: heart-shaped, small nose and thin lips
Body: hourglass shape with milky skin
Height: 5’7
General weight: 152 lbs
Typical Clothes: a green cotton dress with a straight neckline and puffed sleeves, leather anklet with colorful, detailed patterned ceramic beads.
Work clothes: white tunic tucked into brown high-waisted capris
relaxing clothes (if applicable): dark green tank-top with beige shorts
Distinguishing Marks: a birthmark in the shape of an arrowhead in the middle of her spine
Personality: generally a very sweet soul, Victoria is kind and empathetic, always willing to help someone in need. She’s usually pretty quiet, however, and tends to enjoy her own company. Practically minded, and enjoys simple physical activities/ getting stuff done. If you dare threaten her son, however, mother instincts will kick in and she will gladly fight you tooth and nail before you could lay a finger on her baby. She’s also rather clever, but she isn’t really known for her intelligence.
Background: Victoria had a quiet and isolated childhood, living with her parents in a small hut between the overgrown forest and the meadow. She was daddy’s girl, as her mother worked in the garden a lot and sometimes verbally abused her. Not that she shouted or got angry, but she would give harsh scoldings or express disappointment in her daughter, usually when her father wasn’t around. Victoria, isolated and innocent that she was, just simply rolled with the punches and tried to be as obedient as she could, but even that wasn’t enough sometimes. Her father was often the one who cooked, brushed her hair, played with her, educated her, etc. and he shared his love of photography with her. He had an old camera from a few centuries back that was still somehow in pretty good shape, and Victoria often liked to use it to take pictures of basically anything she saw. Eventually, when Victoria became an adult, she had to leave her family. It was tradition to let the child out of the house once they turned 18, otherwise the gods may forcefully separate the family, or worse. At first, she took shelter in a small cave, but over the next few months she was able to fashion it into a functional home. She planted her own garden, and during the winter she learned to follow the wolves and take what was left of the animals they killed. There were also many apple trees in her area, so she often harvested them when they were ripe. There were times when travelers came across her cave and stayed for her hospitality. She even made a few friends who would return to visit her. One night, a traveler came along and asked to stay the night. As always, she agreed. Later that night, she woke to find the traveler r*ping her. She experienced her first instance of disassociation, and passed out. She awoke to find the traveler nowhere to be found, as if he had never been there. Unbeknownst to her, the traveler was a god in disguise. At first, Victoria felt rather numb and inside her own head, unsure how to deal with what had happened. Then there were days where she spiraled into fitful sobs or unwanted/ hateful thoughts, then the nightmares and flashbacks. Sometimes she had slept outside her home to escape the pain and fear. At one point, one of her friends, a woman named Charlie, came to visit her. Seeing her distress, she offered to stay with her so she wouldn’t be alone. Having Charlie there made things easier, but there were still some rough days, of course. A few months later, they found out that Victoria was pregnant. Charlie, wonderful friend that she was, stayed with Victoria through all of it, even though she had never been a mother herself. What was strange though was that when Victoria’s son was born, Victoria didn’t feel the level of pain that she thought she would. Her mother used to complain about how painful childbirth was, but this didn’t seem like the same thing. Granted, it was still the most painful thing she’d ever experienced. This is how she discovers how high her pain tolerance is. It has now been 5 months since her son Joel’s birth, and Victoria and Charlie still live together, now inseparable after all they have been through.
Likes: cats, pasta, the color green, reading, sewing, photography, peace and order, feeling productive, etc
Dislikes: alcohol, chaos, rats and bugs, creepy people, abrupt change, etc
Strengths: supportive and loyal, hardworking, observant, practical, multitasker and planner, photography
Weaknesses: tends to repress her feelings, a little too selfless, procrastinator
Fears: losing her son, nightmares, creepy men
Pets?: No, but she does have her son Joel. But he doesn’t count as a pet, now does he?
Powers?: has some degree of super hearing, very strong pain tolerance
Other: has PTSD, depression, and experiences dissociation.