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Very, very slowly picking up on that drawing thing and answering asks...slowly.
Name: Varente (Vah-ron-tay)
Nickname(s): Mouse.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Uncertain at the moment. Hasnât had much contact with the outside world and has very limited social skills and knowledge.
Best Friend: None.
Relationship Status: Single.
Crush/Significant Other: Again, none. Thereâs going to be a pattern.
Least Favourite Person: Eskke.
Favourite Food: Custard. She has a tiny appetite and a weak stomach.
Favourite Place: Snuggled under the blankets on her bed. Or just anywhere away from Eskkeâs lab.
Valued Attributes: Despite having the worst, most despicable role model from her early Progeny years, she values âdoing your bestâ in all situations. That and common sense.
Dreams/Nightmares: She doesnât dream, but the sensory equipment that Eskke installed doesnât automatically shut down when she sleeps so thereâs always a strange background input that creates surreal imagery of the surrounding area warped by sleep.
A Secret: As sheâs sort of owned by the Inquest and kept under strict monitoring in limited space, she canât hide anything. Her golem does have some curious functions but nothing Eskke hasnât forced the mouse to share.
Best Day: Once and only once she got to stand out on the labâs roof in the sunlight for the first time.
Worst Day: The very first equipment upgrade that she can remember is ingrained in her memory as she was tiny and it was incredibly painful.
Favourite Outfit: Enjoys soft, breezy cotton clothing that doesnât irritate her skin, chafe or catch on things.
Weapon of Choice: Anything she can channel her Necromancy through to summon up her flesh friends. That and the giant golem she built.
Role in RPG: Probably a mix of a few but mostly falls within DPS?
First Thought in the Morning:Â âWhereâs my golem?â or less often âIs Eskke visiting today?â
Raise your hand if youâve ever been personally victimised by Eskke.
Another season passed, another inspection arriving. Funny how time goes.
âInitiate action 35, please.â
Action 35 was only triggered once every season. Only when equipment inspection was due with the mentor and overseer. Said action was more a process, a series of programs and behaviours given to the golem including a friendly welcome, a charming voice and stealth sensors. Yes, the mentor wasnât a kind hearted individual that had helped the struggling necromancer from the kindness of her own heart. She was more a tyrant, snatching the progeny from her sorrows and carelessly tossing her into a world of experimentation.Â
Varente wasnât exactly Inquest by choice. She was Inquest because mentor Eskke said she had to be or else sheâd lose her equipment.
The equipment in question was a sensory device. As Varente had been born blind as a cave bat with dwindling hearing and poor health, Eskke had decided to take some of her dynamics research and theories and build a device that supported and strengthened the young Asura. Not without extensive painful testing and lingering reminders of such. The sockets and connectors that littered parts of her body, tucked under layers of robes and miraculously thick hair, were vital but sometimes ached and stung.
A hushed string of curses suggested that the engineer had hoped to sneak in unannounced, but the golem was good. Varente expected so, sheâd only programmed it herself.
Without the device attached she had to rely on what was left of her natural hearing to tell when the pair entered the room, Eskke opting to stand uncomfortably close to the young Asura.
âThat time again already, little mouse.â
Pointing out her stature was one of the engineerâs favourite pastimes. She got used to it long ago. Completely unable to see, she reached up to touch Eskkeâs face in greeting, patting again gingerly as she noticed the patch.
âSome clearly damaged Sylvari destroyed it. End of story.â
âItâ being her eye, she assumed, lowing her hands again.
âIâm sorry to hear that.â
Eskkeâs irritated sigh punctuated her sentence, âSpeak up, mouse. Youâre too quiet.â
Varente just pouted and ceased her talking, simply listening to the elder Asura tinkering with the support device and occasionally reaching over to tug back a fold of clothing or lock of hair.
It never took long. Eskke was always far too busy.
âThere we go. Fine tuned and upgraded with a few things I was working on. Donât break it.â
Fitting it back on the necromancer was also a quick ordeal, if uncomfortable. Without another word the engineer left, the clank of the golemâs heavy footsteps following her out.
