#vesunna

Was experimenting last week on the pts with possible vampire elfy-looking Breton characters for Greymoor. I like the thought of them being historians/researchers connected to the Antiquarian Circle and the University associated with it. Also probably also romantically involved with Fennorian, and possibly also turned by Fennorian in the case of the red-headed woman, who at the moment I’m calling Vesunna. I really like both of them, but might make her first, as while I do also love the gentleman scholar on the right I do have a lot of Sad Old Mages already, and I seem to have neglected to make a red-headed female character yet, which is rather unusual for me, to say the least!

Vesunna’s mother was a shapeshifter of a fay courtly lineage, but was forced to abandon her as a small child in woods because of court politics. She was found by three witches who raised and educated her. She has both a strange fascination and repulsion of chimeric monsters, as they remind her of her own chimeric characteristics from her shapeshifter heritage. Ves wears a mask in public to hide the strange iridescent scales on her face. She has sharp, pointed teeth and can be occasionally heard to hiss in frustration. Her armour is made of parts of bones, leather and fur from monsters she has hunted. She has a small familiar-like creature, a pseudo-basilisk named Basil who likes to hide around  her neck as if it were a scarf.

L’architecture de l’ancien temple gallo-romain de la ville de Périgueux...

Dans les vestiges des arènes de Périgueux, un magnifique jardin public...

For Archatlas and architect friends; I went into my archives for these images of Vesunna, the Gallo-Roman Museum in Perigueux.  Sculpture, artwork, jewelry and everyday objects are displayed among the remains of a Roman house discovered in 1959. Architect Jean Nouvel. A must see when in Perigueux!

Gracious and good Vesunna, lady of rivers long and wide, of cities great and beautiful, of a people who cannot be broken, who rally after any fall, your realm lies low, O goddess, between the valley and the peak; your lands are green and bountiful, with furrowed fields and hillsides thick with vines. Your temple stands in ruins now, the grass grown tall among the stones, a tower rent and weathered, yet fair and noble still. Merciful Vesunna, whose gift it is to grant good luck, who is the friend of those who live along the far edge of enough, I praise and honor you.