NameVictoria South
Nickname(s)Cao, Caoimhe, Tori
RaceHuman
ClassBarren
ProfessionKing's Hunter
BirthplaceSunnarst
Age20
GenderFemale (she/her/hers)
Sexual OrientationHeterosexual
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5'8" \ 150lbs \ long rump length waves of chestnut brown with auburn highlights \ pale golden eyes \ heavy piercings in both ears

With her Sunnarst heritage the woman is tall and able-bodied, along with this comes the strong blood from the king. On her mother's side, she has inherited her dark brown locks that become red in the sunlight due to her natural highlights. The front half of her hair is pulled into a binding at the crown of her head, while the rest is braided into four rows on each side. The longer braids fall past her bottom, while smaller braids can be found behind her ears that sit on her shoulders. Sporting the high cheekbones and heart-shaped face of her mother Victoria was born with smooth umber skin, strong freckles dance across her cheeks and nose. Her golden hued eyes are upturned at the ends, with long thick lashes gracing her lids making her eyes appear larger than they actually are. Brows are sharp and thin, following the same path as her eyes.

The woman has her father's defined roman nose and full round lips. On the upper left part of her lip is a beauty mark, just below her freckles, cutting diagonal to the bottom right is another similar mark. A long graceful neck rises from her shoulders, a neck that should be adorned in jewels. She is a well-muscled woman who has seen her fair share of fights, with defined muscles in her arms and legs. Her stomach showing no sign of a lost meal, a factor to her good health. Hands that are not the soft and dainty ones of a pampered princess, but the strong and callused ones that have been used to get her into and out of predicaments. Nails that have seen better days, upon her back and arms are countless scars from the dragons she has killed or captured. Signs that she isn't that easily taken down, a thick band of scars slashes across her right shoulder down to her left ribs. The wound almost killed her but it has only spurred her on.

Clothes are something she doesn't find too interesting, so long as they protect her when it is needed. However, she does have her favorites, most commonly seen wearing a dark maroon buckled corset with straps. No sleeves adorn the tops of her arms, only a thick strip of cloth connected to a thick silver hoop from the straps on her shoulders. Sewn to the bottom are slender sleeves that reach to her wrists giving barely to no room for a finger to slip under, where the sleeves are sewn into place a white piece of cloth is put between the two. Making a small layer of protection, she doesn't wear dresses. She finds them not easy to maneuver in, preferring to wear breeches and trousers. The ones she normally wears are a dark brown, similar to her corset, fitting her lower half snuggly. Kneehigh leather boots adorn her feet, worn and well used.
 
 

5'8" \ 150lbs \ long rump length waves of chestnut brown with auburn highlights \ pale golden eyes \ heavy piercings in both ears

With her Sunnarst heritage the woman is tall and able-bodied, along with this comes the strong blood from the king. On her mother's side, she has inherited her dark brown locks that become red in the sunlight due to her natural highlights. The front half of her hair is pulled into a binding at the crown of her head, while the rest is braided into four rows on each side. The longer braids fall past her bottom, while smaller braids can be found behind her ears that sit on her shoulders. Sporting the high cheekbones and heart-shaped face of her mother Victoria was born with smooth umber skin, strong freckles dance across her cheeks and nose. Her golden hued eyes are upturned at the ends, with long thick lashes gracing her lids making her eyes appear larger than they actually are. Brows are sharp and thin, following the same path as her eyes.

The woman has her father's defined roman nose and full round lips. On the upper left part of her lip is a beauty mark, just below her freckles, cutting diagonal to the bottom right is another similar mark. A long graceful neck rises from her shoulders, a neck that should be adorned in jewels. She is a well-muscled woman who has seen her fair share of fights, with defined muscles in her arms and legs. Her stomach showing no sign of a lost meal, a factor to her good health. Hands that are not the soft and dainty ones of a pampered princess, but the strong and callused ones that have been used to get her into and out of predicaments. Nails that have seen better days, upon her back and arms are countless scars from the dragons she has killed or captured. Signs that she isn't that easily taken down, a thick band of scars slashes across her right shoulder down to her left ribs. The wound almost killed her but it has only spurred her on.

Clothes are something she doesn't find too interesting, so long as they protect her when it is needed. However, she does have her favorites, most commonly seen wearing a dark maroon buckled corset with straps. No sleeves adorn the tops of her arms, only a thick strip of cloth connected to a thick silver hoop from the straps on her shoulders. Sewn to the bottom are slender sleeves that reach to her wrists giving barely to no room for a finger to slip under, where the sleeves are sewn into place a white piece of cloth is put between the two. Making a small layer of protection, she doesn't wear dresses. She finds them not easy to maneuver in, preferring to wear breeches and trousers. The ones she normally wears are a dark brown, similar to her corset, fitting her lower half snuggly. Kneehigh leather boots adorn her feet, worn and well used.
 

Tori isn't the kind of woman you should challenge, not unless you want a wooden chair broken over your back or a fist to the face. A proud and resilient person she can be relied on for tough situations, this makes her the best to have at your back in a fight. A strong fear of the dark wavers her proud and almost fearless disposition, oftentimes making her clearly nervous and difficult to handle. Combating her fear with a small mantra she repeats to herself before entering the place that has her spooked, when it comes to protecting comrades or friends she will set aside her fear and run head-on into the dark.

A small grudge is held against the royal family mostly, in particular, the grudge against her father. In her eyes, he should acknowledge her and her mother, he should have done something for her mother more than she. Over the years it has ebbed down to constant hate that rears its ugly head on stately matters or political meetings, making her hate the man on the throne more than she likes to admit. It has gotten worse since her mother's passing, now all she can feel is a permanent numbness that won't go away. To put it into better words she is jealous of the attention her half-siblings receive, for they are recognized royalty while she is a simple bastard.

The woman is harsh, whether it is speaking the truth or just being around in general. The world doesn't stop for you if you fall off your horse so why should she? Unless you have a special say in her life or is a friend or fellow hunter than she could care less about you, it is just how she is.
 

WARNING MATURE THEMES FOR BLOOD


Book 1Year 481

Victoria was born the daughter of King Einar Kool Vilsidar and an unknown woman. It did not matter to her mother that the King didn't know Victoria's name, for her greatest joy was the daughter her gave her. Her mother was only able to have her at her side for two years before the threat of famine and illness took her away, sending her to Kastali city to be trained by the hunters. A profession she hoped would shape her daughter into a warrior, a woman she would be proud of. The training was harsh, a factor that soon played into her personality. Much of her training did, from waking up to the slightest sounds to staying awake during watches. Trained to hold a sword, ride horses, act as a unit. Tracking and stealth, silent attacks, loud ones. Everything that was needed to make sure she was a perfect killing machine, trained in rain, snow and all kinds of weather. For a while, she forgot that she was a bastard, and saw her life for how it was.

Book 2Year 497

Tori's training was almost complete. For her last task, she had to track an elk in the mountains of Norderhalt. She didn't want to do it, but it was required. At her side was her rival, a man who didn't like the fact that a female was training to be a hunter. In his eyes, women were best left to tend to the home. Tori had stollen a horse prior to this and was now two days ahead of her rival, she would return the beast. If it didn't die, tracking an elk in the mountains would be different. Not at all what they would track if they completed their training, watching for the signs of the cervines she kept looking behind her. Always being aware of your surroundings drilled into her skull, gripping the reigns of the beast she urged it on. Not knowing when Joric would catch up, it took four weeks but she was finally able to track them down. The hard part was the taking something from this particular herd back to the compound where they will know for sure it was the herd she was supposed to track.

Taking down some elk had been hard, she had only been given a bow and arrows, a hunting knife and that was all. The clothes on her back had been her own doing, the north was harsh just like training was back at the capital. Antlers of the northern elk along with its pelt and some meat, that was what she could carry. The ride back had been even more unforgiving, a storm had held them confined to a cave. Eating the meat from the elk and hiding from the cold, she had gathered wood before the storm had hit. Joric hadn't made his appearance since they had left, and that had been shouting at her when she stole the horse. Eventually, her training was completed, Joric having died facing a bull head-on.

Book 2 pt 2Year 498

Her first dragon hunt, capturing a Tamyr. A wyrm that was what they were hunting, one in her birthland of Sunnarst. It had only been a year since she completed her training, yet she thought she could be ready. The villagers who had been plagued by the beast hadn't given its exact location, so they had been traipsing the desert for weeks going onto a month now. Not that she minded, she loved the heat, for it was a welcoming feeling to the cold north she had been in. The camels hadn't spooked, aside from their normal lowing there had been nothing. No sign of the wyrm, the seasoned hunters were still looking while the newly named ones were doubting there was even a wyrm out here.

The camel she was riding stopped, ears twitching soon followed fearful shuffling. A loud cry from the beast alerted the hunters in front, they turned around to ask her what was wrong when the ground burst apart. Grabbing her lance to spear the beast she didn't have time, it launched itself into the camels their pained and frightened cries echoing across the desert wastes. Falling to the ground she gasped as she struggled to breathe, the air knocked from her lungs. Shouting could be heard as the seasoned hunters ran around gathering their weapons to catch the wyrm. Rolling onto her feet she picked up the first weapon she saw, a sword. Flipping the blade over her wrist she darted to the side, circling the creature. Its head swung around, tracking the humans aiming weapons at it. Running up to its belly she slashed, screeching could be heard from the dragon. Flipping out of the way she barely missed the strike from its head, stumbling she looked down and grinned. At her feet was a crossbow and bolts, scooping it up she loaded the bow. The seasoned hunters already were attacking, nets visible as they were trying to subdue the creature. Their bolts were laced with a sleeping drug made for the dragons they hunted, this wyrm would be either bonded, killed or used for training. Aiming her bow she tracked its frantic head, jaws snapping, the screams of hunter injured or dying. She smiled and pulled the trigger, the bolt racing through the air to meet its mark.

A roar sounded from behind, just before she was plucked from the ground. Screaming in shock she went to ready another bolt but found none, she had lost them when this eastern had grabbed her. Ripping free her knife that was strapped to her arm she stabbed its paws, roaring it let her go. Falling towards the ground she spread her arms and legs, trying to slow down. A horrendous pain tore through her body, the dragons claws shredded her back. Blood seeped from her back, rising into the air as she fell. Hitting the sand was like jumping from the cliffs to swim in the sea, pain and the lack of air-filled her. Gasping she lay bleeding on the ground, the sounds of fighting growing faint as she lay injured.

The eastern dragon had surprised them all, only hearing about the wrym it seemed the villagers only told them about one dragon that was in their area and not the two fighting for territory. Injured from the Easterns surprise attack the hunters were forced to kill it, only adding to their glory more. Two seasoned hunters had ridden to the village, with an injured Victoria with them. She came to in her room in the hunters compound, having been in a fever state for ten days. Five had been killed in total, eight injured. The easter was dead and the wyrm had been transported to the den, where it was chained. The captain of the hunters was giving her credit for killing the eastern, even though the ones who were on the hunt knew it wasn't her doing. But they knew better than to argue, this had been her first hunt. She had been one of many to shoot bolts laced with the sleeping drug at the wyrm, and the first to be harmed by the easter. But she was also the first to draw its blood, her knife had been retrieved from its carcass.
Books 3 & 4Years 499, 500, present

Three years had passed, Tori was one of the kings many hunters. Her captures and kills only a few numbers but still, it showed what she had accomplished in those years. Along with the scars that cover her body, stories of dragons she has fought. Armor fitting for a hunter, weapons for her hunts and training. She has attended some of the kings' meetings, but always at the back of the room. So she could be the first to leave, she also made it a point to skip the meetings. In this time she has made friends with a woman who claims she is a witch and has taken a fae male as a lover.

Victoria has recently found out that her lover Adrian has died, his death has left her overly bitter and isolated. She hasn't been given the whole story for his death and this has made her unstable, because of how sudden it was she is in a constant state of grief and has a large hatred for the world.

Rest of her history to played out IC
 
 
 

Weapons:: Tori keeps a knife strapped to her upper right bicep, the weapon and its sheath remain in place and are only used if her swords are gone. She is capable of dual-wielding swords and keeps them strapped to her lower back with the hilts in reach. A crossbow and bolts for ranged fighting, a longbow, and arrows. Two spears used for distance throwing, or for ranged combat.

Tori's outfits - 1 | 2 | | 4 | 5
 
Relationships:
Adrian Gaethaerith - art belongs ynorka on DA, yes I know its Solas from dragon age https://www.deviantart.com/ynorka/art/The-Dread-Wolf-628440451 - The fae hunter has been the only one to soothe the anger in her, the hurt over being bastard born and seen below the royal family. With him she forgets who she is and what it means to be a hunter, she can be happy. At first, she wanted nothing to do with him, but now all she can think about is returning to his side. They have been lovers for only four years now, but to Tori it feels like the beginning. (Deceased)

Somnus Vilsdir - Rare's character - Victoria hasn't officially met him so their relationship is unknown.

Katari - art by Astri-Lohne https://www.deviantart.com/astri-lohne/art/Ashes-670608356 - A witch that tended to Tori's worst injury, has been in contact with the hunter for almost every kill. Advises her against her relationship with Adrien, her best friend

Tsei Fioren - Victoria's mother, died when the younger hunter was only seventeen. She only knew of her death and not of her life after she was handed off as a child