Vitani Vancha

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  • Name: Vitani Vancha
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: BreezySneaker
  • Race: Alternian troll
  • Class: Colonist/Hunter
  • Alignment: Chaotic good
  • Deity: Ancestor, The Stowaway
  • Age: 8.6 sweeps
  • Size: mid
  • Body Type: average
  • Complexion: gray skin
  • Hair: long, black
  • Eyes: deep blue
  • Scars: Bite Marks on Wrists, Large slash mark across back

• Description

  About me Name: Vita­ni Vancha
  ­Age: 10 s­weeps
  Lusus: Str­iped-Roar-­Beast
  Blood colo­r: Blue
  your name ­is VITANI ­VANCHA and­ you like ­to do pret­ty much an­ything. yo­u were rai­sed entire­ly on boar­d a colony­ ship with­ only your­ lusus and­ some tuto­r disks to­ help you ­understand­ some basi­cs of soci­ety. you l­ive on a colony plan­et, the se­cond farth­est from t­he homewor­ld. as suc­h, this pl­anet does ­not get mu­ch empirical attentio­n. or it d­idn't unti­l now. adm­ittedly th­at is part­ly your fa­ult. you e­njoy curli­ng up and ­reading wi­th your lu­sus especi­ally since­ you found­ your ance­stors jour­nal. you h­ave a mild­ water pho­bia due to­ an encoun­ter you'd ­rather not­ talk abou­t so getti­ng your ha­ppy ass in­to water y­ou can't s­ee the bot­tom of is ­worse than­ trying to­ bathe a r­abid Armou­r-beast. One of your prized possesions is a Tambourine your ancestor used a long time ago. Weird thing is, you could swear it talks to you...
  
  Update1: Your name is VITANI VANCHA and shit just got weirder. Your TAMBOURINE is talking to you. No you are not going nuts, you think, it is honest to gods talking to you. Aparently it has a magical life to it. Anyone who comes into contact with 'her' can be affected, I.E. holding the tamboouriine lets 'her' talk to you and more if 'she' feels like it. Through a sort of blood link to your ancestor the tambourine can talk to you even if you are not holding the object in question. Maybe 'she' could tell you about your ancestor! Trouble is the things 'she' says aren't very nice...
  
  Update2: Your name is VITANI VANCHA and you have fucked up... Of all the books your lusus shred to make her bed she managed to miss one that, had it been destroyed, could have saved you a lot of trouble. See it was this book of rituals, portal rituals to be exact. So your dumbass got the bright idea to try and open a portal into the TAMBOURINE. Stay with me here, over the sweeps of your ancestor using 'her' to cause other trolls to see the 'ghosts' of trolls they'd lost, Tamber, as 'she' prefers to be called has developed some pocket dimensions based around the trolls 'she' tricked. Those pocket dimensions are taking a toll on 'her' think pan. 'She' has turned into a raging bitch who thinks you are in fact your ancestor and wants revenge for locking 'her' away in a box for sweeps. Now back to the portal. You have opened a portal into the pocket dimensions created by Tamber. By finding the errors in each mini world you can close them off and get more trolls out of Tambers think pan. Maybe them 'she' will chill the frick out...