Valilu Tolruevren
"My hands shake, but the ink still flows true. If the ink is true, then so am I. Yes?"
| Race: | Human |
| Birth Year: | 1331 DR |
| Gender: | Female |
| Height: | 5'8" |
| Build: | Slender |
| Eyes: | Pale grey |
| Hair: | Black |
| Dominant Hand: | Left |
| Voice: | Rich alto, quiet |
| Accent: | Rolling trills, harsh sibilants and gutteral fricatives |
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PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
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Valilu stands at a willowy 5’8” (173 cm), her posture reserved and deliberate, as though she unconsciously tries to occupy as little space as possible. Her jet-black hair is typically restrained in a neat, practical bun, an arrangement that suits her preference for modesty and order. On rare occasions when her hair escapes its confines, it cascades with an elegant weight just past her shoulders. Her skin, a deep olive tone reminiscent of sun-kissed bronze, contrasts strikingly with her pale grey eyes, often shielded behind her glasses and hesitant to meet another’s gaze directly. Her face is of a softly triangular shape, with high cheekbones and a delicately pointed chin that lend her an air of quiet refinement.When she speaks, her voice is quiet and unassuming, an alto tone rich with subtle inflections. To northern ears, her Halruaan accent is a curious mix of smooth liquidity and sharp edges, marked by lilting trills, harsh sibilants, and the occasional guttural fricative. Though her command of Common is fluent, there is an occasional awkwardness to her phrasing that betrays her non-native familiarity with the language.
Valilu’s wardrobe reflects her humility and the traditions of her homeland, favoring loose, modest robes and dresses that veil her figure entirely. In Halruaa’s hot, humid climate, these garments were woven from light, breathable fabrics to offer comfort and freedom of movement, but in the cooler northern latitudes of Faerûn, she has adapted her attire to thicker materials like wool and fur. Practicality guides her choices, but even her plain garments carry a quiet elegance that complements her unassuming demeanor.
A pair of finely crafted spectacles with thick lenses is her near-constant companion, emblematic of her insatiable appetite for study and her reliance on their aid to see the world clearly. She has a particular fondness for jewelry, often adorning herself with earrings, bracelets, and necklaces wrought in silver or electrum. These are rarely ostentatious; rather, they carry an understated sophistication, often serving a dual purpose as arcane foci or enchanted items that enhance her abilities. One piece of jewelry that she is never without is a small, but weighty piece of worked platinum shaped like an elongated oval, hanging from a fine silver chain against the hollow of her throat. However, this piece doesn’t seem to be worn as a deliberate accent for her outfit, given that she always wears it against her skin and depending on her outerwear, it isn’t always even visible.
Her modest sense of self keeps her from viewing herself as particularly attractive, but her appearance carries a natural, exotic beauty that cannot be entirely concealed, no matter how much she might wish to downplay it.
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AFFILIATION
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Valilu has come into the role of acting steward of House Marshall, following her liege lord's departure from the Coast whose name the house bears. She is charged with administrating the house's holdings and reconstruction efforts in the village of Triel, while simultaneously working incessantly on more esoteric mysteries of the Weave and the threats that lie beyond the veil in the greater multiverse.==========================
PERSONALITY
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Valilu Tolruevren is a woman of sharp intellect hidden behind layers of self-conscious restraint. Raised in the strict, arcane-drenched traditions of Halruaa, she carries herself with a practiced air of dignity that is as much armor as it is habit. Every measured step and neatly folded hand speaks to years of ingrained etiquette, but her rigid posture and the fleeting adjustments of her glasses betray her unease. Beneath her reserved exterior lies a mind alive with curiosity, constantly dissecting the world around her with the precision of a scholar and the quiet hunger of a dreamer… though masking a quiet, gnawing tension, as if her mind is always running ahead to questions she cannot answer and truths she fears to uncover.Valilu thrives in the solitude of study, where she can pore over arcane texts and historical tomes without fear of interruption. She is a polyglot, wielding an impressive command of several languages both living and dead, allowing her to read and understand a wide variety of works from various time periods, and in many cases, is fluent enough to converse with others in their native tongue. Her analytical mindset makes her a natural problem solver, though it also traps her in cycles of overthinking and self-doubt. Her meticulous nature extends beyond her work; she keeps her surroundings impeccably organized, finding solace in order amidst the chaos of the unknown. This preference for control, however, often leaves her at odds with spontaneity, making her easily flustered in unpredictable situations or brash personalities.
Her demeanor in social settings reflects the peculiar blend of Halruaan pride and personal insecurity that defines her. Valilu was raised to view the Weave as a sacred force, to be revered rather than wielded recklessly, and this reverence colors her perception of magic and its practitioners. Her Halruaan upbringing instilled in her an obsession with ritual and intent, which manifests in her tendency to keep her hands visible—a quiet declaration of respect and harmlessness in a world where gestures can conjure devastation.
She views most other cultures as underdeveloped or even barbaric, though she would never dare voice such opinions aloud. Despite her cultural pride, Valilu is not immune to the allure of the foreign and unfamiliar. She harbors a quiet fascination for the strange customs and beliefs of other lands, though this curiosity often wrestles with her ingrained suspicion of outsiders.
In social settings, she is painfully shy, avoiding eye contact and deferring to authority with almost reflexive timidity. More than that, however, she holds herself apart, not out of disdain, but from an almost palpable sense of disconnection. She is polite to a fault, deferential to authority, and quick to retreat from conflict. Yet, when pushed to her intellectual limits or faced with a challenge to her deeply held beliefs, a spark of conviction flares, hinting at an inner strength that even she underestimates. When she finds the will to speak without stammering, it is with the precision of someone who weighs her words carefully, aware of their power and wary of missteps.
Valilu’s respect for dependability and emotional stability leads her to admire those who possess a steady hand and a kind heart. She gravitates toward patient mentors and trustworthy allies, finding comfort in their calm presence. However, she struggles with bombastic or impulsive personalities, which remind her too much of the volatile figures who overshadowed her youth, and the dire consequences that arose from their recklessness.
Though painfully shy and reserved, Valilu has a kind heart, and a concern for the well being of others, even if she doesn’t always know how to express it. She abhors unnecessary violence, viewing it as either the last resort when civilized discourse fails entirely or as the only recourse of the impatient or stupid.
In her leisure time, Valilu finds solace in the written word and the structured elegance of games that require strategy and forethought. She favors the color green, though she rarely wears it, believing it to be unflattering on her. Her understated demeanor belies a soul steeped in longing—for knowledge, for belonging, and for the courage to step out from the shadow that looms over her.
