Y'vonne Vella
One Often Lost in Thought
Bound by the Page
A humble woman who often wears a intrigued look upon her face. Her hands are often smudged with ink, her ears attentive to the conversations of others. A satchel rests at her hip which carries numerous well-worn yet guarded tomes. When she hears something concerning, or intriguing, her ears twitch noticeably as inquiries or fears dart throughout her mind. As she hardly cares for typical socialization or pleasantries Y'vonne interacts with others in her own unique way. Y'vonne values pursuing her interests, curiosities, and hobbies quite highly. As a result of such she often marches to the beat of her own drum, following her own path. When unwinding from her various pursuits she often finds herself secluded in her library as she passes away the dim hours of the night reading stories, fairy tales, and scholarly works. Y'vonne often prefers to listen to what others have to say rather than speak at length about herself. It isn't as if she is opposed to doing so but more that she has a vested interest in the lives of others, often forgetting to mention details of her own life. What sort of conversations, stories, and interactions might await her and those she encounters?
Y'vonne was born somewhere within La Noscea, perhaps near Limsa Lominsa. Her upbringing was unremarkable minus her parents' departure from the tribal life. Having been explorers who eventually grew old, retiring to live peacefully by the sea, her parents thought it best to give any children they brought into the realm a sense of freedom. Curiously they still used the naming convention often used by Seekers, perhaps an attempt to not have their children ostracized by fellow Seekers of the Sun. One might argue that her parents were still clinging to some notion of the lifestyle they left behind by not fully distancing themselves from past ties.Y'vonne detested the lifestyle of the nearby City-State from a young age. She thought it best to venture outwards when she was able. Her desires for adventure were fostered by her parents, almost to a fault, who filled her mind with interests ranging from scholarly knowledge to haphazard fame. In each story that was told by her parents there was always an emphasis on the concept of making one’s life meaningful. As she grew from a mere child to one more capable of independence her parents encouraged her to begin a journey of her own. She left home at an early age, left with ample supply and knowledge, and began her travels. Much to her surprise what she initially endured was far from the fanciful stories her parents so fondly spoke of.Many nights passed as she sat conflicted, overthinking a feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach. Y'vonne had grown to detest the concept of writings such as the one she spent so much time rereading, so much time brushing over every individual word with an entranced gaze, yet she felt a desire to pursue a similar creation. It was a perplexing longing as it conflicted with her disdain of misleading others with whimsical tales which could lead them to make poor choices. In her mind she felt a sense of hubris at the idea of spinning together a collection which could inspire others yet not leave them with a sense of hopeless romanticism. Almost as if in a sense of rebellion did she, in that moment, decide that she would engage in such a thing and commit her life to listening to others recount their memories, passions, or perhaps thoughts they had yet to express to others. She felt as if she could be this scribe who would leave a future reader with a feeling similar to the one she had been churning over ever since encountering that fateful tome. A thought lurked in the back of her mind if this pursuit was an attempt to fulfil the ‘meaningfulness’ her parents had once spoken of yet she would do all she could to keep that beast within a cage. With this bittersweet sense of resolve she slumbered one night with the intentions of carrying out the rest of her days chronicling the lives of those who inhabited the realm. Yet a sense of trouble still loomed regardless of how hopeful she convinced herself she was.
Her initial experiences seemingly supported the fanciful stories her parents told. Sadly as time marched forward things began to turn awry. Though she had been left with such a respectable amount of resources there was no feasible way that they would be able to sustain her indefinitely. The idealistic lifestyle of freedom her parents had instilled within her mind left her feeling too ashamed to write back home nor return there. The desire for independence also meant that she, despite nearly a few years of travel, had hardly forged any lasting bonds. Prideful behavior would eventually crumble as she took on menial tasks to keep enough gil within her purse to keep afloat. She dreaded the idea of resigning herself to the Adventurers’ Guild yet it became a harsh reality as it turned into a necessity.Not being one of notable physical strength the tasks she found herself assigned were hardly those pertaining to battle. Her upbringing left her with a degree of knowledge on scholarly topics and thus she was often assigned to the recovery of items related to such fields. There was a sense of melancholy as traveling to abandoned locations filled with lost ‘knowledge’ left a bitter taste in her mouth reminiscent of the tales her parents told. A chance encounter during one of these expeditions would influence her in a particular direction, an almost ironic one at that. A ray of sunshine reflected off an adorned book thus it caught her eye as it seemed less mundane than the typical dusted collection of nothingness. Encapsulated within its pages were intimate tales, collections of interviews vividly recounting the lives of others, that the author had recorded with sincerity she had yet to feel since she was a youth. Time ceased to end its impersonal march as she read through the pages, captivated by what was written upon them. Despite it being unadvised to return from a venture with an item of personal interest she thought it worthwhile to ‘forget’ that regulation and keep it hidden within her belongings.Many nights passed as she sat conflicted, overthinking a feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach. Y'vonne had grown to detest the concept of writings such as the one she spent so much time rereading, so much time brushing over every individual word with an entranced gaze, yet she felt a desire to pursue a similar creation. It was a perplexing longing as it conflicted with her disdain of misleading others with whimsical tales which could lead them to make poor choices. In her mind she felt a sense of hubris at the idea of spinning together a collection which could inspire others yet not leave them with a sense of hopeless romanticism. Almost as if in a sense of rebellion did she, in that moment, decide that she would engage in such a thing and commit her life to listening to others recount their memories, passions, or perhaps thoughts they had yet to express to others. She felt as if she could be this scribe who would leave a future reader with a feeling similar to the one she had been churning over ever since encountering that fateful tome. A thought lurked in the back of her mind if this pursuit was an attempt to fulfil the ‘meaningfulness’ her parents had once spoken of yet she would do all she could to keep that beast within a cage. With this bittersweet sense of resolve she slumbered away one restful night and woke up with the intention of carrying out the rest of her days chronicling the lives of those who inhabited the realm.However...as time passed...those previous worries about 'meaningfulness' and 'purpose' began to manifest themselves. Despite her attempts chronicling the lives of others she never quite felt as if she understood them nor was she sure if others could understand her. Doubt began to manifest itself in various facets of her existence. In a sense she began to develop a hollow sense of existence. She, to this day, remains determined to be the scribe she thought herself capable of becoming but at times simply seems to be more of a mirror to others than an individual. How purposeful such behavior might be is for her to know and for others to figure out.
•Y'vonne has a vested interest in most manner of books, tomes, and so forth alongside the contents held within them.
•She operates a library known as The Ethereal Athenaeum. Asking about her library is a sure way to get her to speak about a subject near and dear to her heart.
•Pointed questions, observations, and remarks about her confusing behavior might result in a door swiftly slammed shut and held closed. Might it be possible for one to open such doors?
•A vivid connection, as if transported to the events encapsulated within ink stained pages, is sometimes felt by Y'vonne. She wonders if others experience something similar with feeling past events, or even predicting future ones.
•Her somewhat scholarly upbringing often came sprinkled with fanciful tales of occult tomes containing curses and hauntings. As a result of such she eventually began to search for them herself. The interest she has in these is immense.
•Despite her working as a librarian Y'vonne does occassional venture out. When she does as much she typical explores abandoned ruins. Though most locations are harmless some carry significant, potentially untold, dangers. She wonders what others might think of this and begrudgingly knows the assistance of others could be of benefit.
•Y'vonne often keeps to herself. When she socializes she prefers the company of women. She tolerates the company of men but her patience with them is far more thin. It would be far more difficult for a man to charm her than it would be for a woman to have her consider feeling enamored. Could one figure what might draw her interst?
Hello..! I go by C.C.I don't particular mind befriending an RP Partner and having OOC conversations though I've been known to be somewhat spaced out at times.I look forward to the journeys that lie ahead.