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. Hasn’t 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. There’s 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 Eskke’s lab.
Valued Attributes: Despite having the worst, most despicable role model from her early Progeny years, she values ‘doing your best’ in all situations. That and common sense.
Dreams/Nightmares: She doesn’t dream, but the sensory equipment that Eskke installed doesn’t automatically shut down when she sleeps so there’s always a strange background input that creates surreal imagery of the surrounding area warped by sleep.
A Secret: As she’s sort of owned by the Inquest and kept under strict monitoring in limited space, she can’t hide anything. Her golem does have some curious functions but nothing Eskke hasn’t forced the mouse to share.
Best Day: Once and only once she got to stand out on the lab’s 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 doesn’t 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: “Where’s my golem?” or less often “Is Eskke visiting today?”
Raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimised by Eskke.
Another season passed, another inspection arriving. Funny how time goes.
“Initiate action 35, please.”
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 wasn’t 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.
Varente wasn’t exactly Inquest by choice. She was Inquest because mentor Eskke said she had to be or else she’d 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, she’d 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.
“That time again already, little mouse.”
Pointing out her stature was one of the engineer’s favourite pastimes. She got used to it long ago. Completely unable to see, she reached up to touch Eskke’s face in greeting, patting again gingerly as she noticed the patch.
“Some clearly damaged Sylvari destroyed it. End of story.”
‘It’ being her eye, she assumed, lowing her hands again.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Eskke’s irritated sigh punctuated her sentence, “Speak up, mouse. You’re too quiet.”
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.
“There we go. Fine tuned and upgraded with a few things I was working on. Don’t break it.”
Fitting it back on the necromancer was also a quick ordeal, if uncomfortable. Without another word the engineer left, the clank of the golem’s heavy footsteps following her out.
