Vae

Appearance

Vaeltia stands at about sixty one inches (5’1”) high, she has bright blue eyes that manage to show her emotions quite plainly when she isn’t actively concealing them. She has dirty-blond hair, that falls just past her shoulders, on average it is usually pulled up into a short ponytail or a tight bun. She has slightly tanned skin that boasts various light scars on her hands, what looks like a scar from a raptor on her left shoulder, one long ‘s’ shaped scar across her back varying other scars are found on her body of inconsequential nature.

Nimbus

The air around her crackles with energy generating both light and heat and her voice seems to echo with the voices of many.

Biography

Emily Gideon was the product of a drunken one night stand during her parent’s college days. And became a form of foundling when her mother decided to take the veil, leaving the her on her father’s doorstep. Other than having a single father taking care of her she grew up like any other child. She would dive into libraries and their fantasy and science fiction sections to use it as an escape from school-yard tormentors. Although more than once she turned back on the bullies with a heavy hand.

It was the early teen years that had her turning just a little bit delinquent, like many others, she became involved in smoking then, and started to date the type of men her policeman father wouldn't want her to. But she never went too far. She was still the good catholic girl that she had been raised as. When she was sixteen a fairly traumatic meeting with five gentlemen in an alleyway^[1] drove her to the nearest catholic church, and into the arms of a nun.

This nun happened to be her mother.

Nearly three years later, after the wonderful time spent with counselors and extra defense classes she found herself in the same alley way, albeit more prepared. She had planned it all from the beginning, her former boyfriend, an offering of sorts, and the revenge she finally claimed with the knife he had used to mark her.

It took two days for the guilt to set in. And every day she began to light a candle in repentance for what she had done -- she never went to confession with the matter, the shame was crippling as it was. The weight of it all crushing her -- the tears wouldn't stop. A teenage murderer. One day, in the midst of her penance, she found herself in a small wooden chapel, full of light and candles for the past to help guide their souls to heaven.

The salt of her own tears at the small altar and the feel of the cold wax candle in her hand was something she would remember for all times.

Awakening

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The Aether was before her -- hot with fury and wrath. It was beautiful, awesome, and fear inducing. For a moment she found herself frozen, then hunted by the denizens of the Supernal Realm. The thunder of their horses of flame, the wildfire of the chase.

She ran, until she couldn't run any more. And then in the last effort as she saw a growing chasm beneath her she turned, trusting on her instincts and the motions of animals when chased by a wildfire. She ran towards the flame, towards what was sure to be her end. The candle she was holding so tightly was beginning to melt around her hand, as she ran towards the fire and the sound.

Around her lightning filled the sky and the flecks of creation filled in her wake. The Exhilaration of the chase rushed through her veins, urging her forward, and then the spire rose up before her shining white and nearly impossible to look at.

Inside light was everywhere, the tower was like stained glass and on every surface there were candle holders burning bright the names of others. And before her one empty for her. She peeled the candle out of her hand and placed it on the stand, and instantly the flame burst to life.

Seconds later she was ushered out of the burning chapel, untouched and with no breathing issues.

Learning Control

It didn't take long after the flames died down for West to find her. He was the first person to offer some sort of guidance in her first steps, and a bit of understanding to what she had experienced. She was wary at first, but eventually came to trust him, be it through feeling she had or just the way he treated her, it's yet to be known.

He took her to his ranch, but means of automatic teleportation, and the lessons began right away^[2]. Simple things at first as she took her first view of the world with open and awake eyes^[3]. It was then that he offered to take her as an apprentice, which she declined due to her own soon to be imposed distance. Because for the newly awakened, the calls of the mortal world are still hard enough. At the end of the summer she would be headed to Chicago, IL to attend the School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC)^[4].

Although the offer was turned down, West still extended the chance for when she returned from school, and although it was informal, the two of them both knew that such a relationship would happen in the future.^[5]

Sacramento

Vaeltia returned to Sacramento as soon as she could get out of the situation that the Consillium of Chicago had put her in. Being home once again she began to seek out other members of the Awakened community while selling her art on the side through one of the local galleries.

Apprenticeship

Vaeltia's formal apprenticeship to West was announced in Consillium VI in the midst of a Faerie Glade in Panama.

Eventually, she lost her damn mind.