Yasha Vienne

Played by	yifflord Profile Favourites Gallery Scrapbook	Height	5' 7"
Created	Jan29/10 14:07:35	Weight	120
Modified	Jun12/10 13:18:44	Eyes	steel grey
Birthday		Hair	black
Age		Nationality	austrian/roma/sinti (fur)
Western Zodiac		Species	coyote/alley cat
Sex	male	Fur Colour(s)	ash on white
Gender	male	Fur Pattern
Orientation	heterosexual	Fur Texture
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A hybrid union of two furs, i have no breed.  My mother was a typical alley cat...straying from one home to the next.  Taken in by my coyote father (on occasion).  I was the result of a dragged out strung out night.  In the middle of the night april 22 1424 i was born in the rain, onto the dank streets of vienna austria, I had lived out my life as a stray and drifter.  I moved from job to job learning skills as i went along.

  Late in the year of 1475 i was cursed by a fortune teller to forever reside within her service. It was then that I had become one of the sinti/roma travelers till we were persecuted by our own people.  It was here that my mistress, mentor, and captor died...burned at the stake for the witchery she performed.  i remember it like it was yesterday, the gaurds came and accosted our carriage, claiming that we needed to step to the "colony".  We refused, no man owns the roads or the land that they are carved from.  Much fighting broke out between our kind and the autocracy of the country...the year was 1804.  As she was dragged before the church and tied to the pyre she looked at the remainder of her band and laughed histerically "Be ready, and wait for me!" was all she kept saying...over and over.  A riot broke out as they lit the flames trying to free her and ourselves.  Many heads ended up on pikes that day.  However, i survived the ordeal and fled.

  During the first world war i found myself at odds with many of my own brethren so i left Austria and  i traveled to the states to find my fortune in the early part of the 1900's.  Not to my shock i was not alone however i had found discontent that I was turned out.... "gypsy"... had become the tag i wore.  I had to strive harder, achieve more, and endure hardships one could only imagine.  I soaked up any and all knowlege i could, i found that i was mechanically and electrically inclined.  I studdied hard i have numerous degrees from various prestigious universities.

  During world war two I comiserated with the Jewish sentiment being that the gypsy families had also come under fire.  I joined up and traveled the world i found many things both pleasureable and not.  I returned home to the US in search of my hearts longing.  However, i sadly have still not found what i am looking for...but i suppose thats in the blood...

i span across the past, standing in the present.  anything is possible, from space and time travel to the undying and unyeilding monsters of old.  i have honed my skills to make it each day.  As the sun rises each day i know my life carries on and i pray to the gods now long sleeping.  I pray for release of my bonds, and peace within my soul.

   I shant die of my wounds this day or any other.  The magic that bound me to the crone is both my power and weakness.  I am timeless, this is to say that i am immortal, as immortal as anything else that claims to be at any rate.  The magic was cast that i would be in the womans service forever.  It does not take into account that she is no longer here...and so i remain...still bound to her service though she gives me no commands save her last..'Be ready, wait for me!' a horrible cruel joke of twisted fate (even now, i can hear the bitch's crazed and histerical laugh, still resonating in the fibers of my mind).  Im normal in every sense of the word with one exception.  That which does not kill me outright cannot kill me.  The magic works in terrific fashion ...i have fought many battles and in many wars.  I have been mortally wounded and "miraculously" pulled through whatever medical procedure was used to try and save me. (isnt magic grand).  If i am not mortally wounded i heal on my own just fine...sure it takes time just like anyone else.  But eventually i do make recovery.   I am not immune to disease but rarely get sick and have not succumbed to the plagues that have stricken man kind as of yet. 

the magic though extracts a terrible price.  As im not able to die i walk in a half life.  I do not sleep well, i am plagued with horrific nightmares that i live over and over.  I remember each and every one.  I claw at the linnen of my bed and wake in pools of my own sweat chilled to the bone.  I have found that only the company of another person in my bed makes the nightmares more bearable.  I do not wake screaming in the night if i am held close and in turn clutching to that person as a life line in the dark. 

 ::he looks in the mirror sharply, bows his head and mumbles his mantra.  a gypsy prayer of old, a method to hold those together who were strewn to the winds during dark times::

     "silently i sit in the shadows...like a lighthouse torn and beaten by darkness and weathering all storms..to guide you home to safety...dwelling in darkness but not part of it...roughing the storm and standing tall so you dont have to". 

 ::he grips his rommani cross and stands to head for the door letting it drop around his neck and unseen beneath his shirt:: <whispers to himself and smirks> lets see what sort of trouble is out there...perhaps it might even be fun...

technology of all sorts, mechanics, electronics.  books, of all sorts.  coffee and good company.

mostly little things...seasoning food before tasting it. taking a persons plate away without asking if they are through.  people assuming that i am 24 hour tech support, once they find out that i know about a technology that they are experiencing trouble with.  sharp knives in the kitchen sink.

easy going and fun loving I dont bother people with my past.  I am an open book and will relate my tale if asked.  Mostly im just here for the chips and beer... a good yiff would be nice every now and again.

lady luck and the fates conspire against me.  its kinda like being married.... 

 "and then just when you think all is lost, somthing miraculous happens"

Mate: Ina Castile

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