Rogue/Spirit GuideBest Ability:
Vespa has the uncanny ability to produce almost any mundane item seemingly from nowhere. It’s hard to tell if this is a combination of foresight and sleight of hand or if it's mystic in nature. Least ability:
Sneaking; Vespa is light of foot and silent by nature, her ability is more akin to not being noticed. Anybody actively trying to find her will probably succeed.
Uncaring; due to her apathetic nature Vespa ends up in a submissive position rather than dominate. She will usually give in to another’s will depending on their persistence; she may even dominate someone if they force her to. Ons:
Vespa appears to be a woman in her mid twenties. In reality she could be any age, though she could not say; time seems to be a fleeting issue for her. Her void black eyes make it difficult to tell what her attention is fixated on, but her expression often implies that it’s nothing of consequence. She has a pointed figure with many sharp features, expressly her nails and petite horns atop her head. At first glance they look sinister, perhaps predatory, upon consideration they give the impression they’ve never been used for any kind of assertive action during her existence. All her features are fair, yet listless. Her skin tone is most certainly pale, but it appears as though it’s worn out it coloration even further; her hair is similar in that it looks as though it could have been considered blond or even red at one point, now it barely holds on to any semblance of hue. Gray is the theme of Vespa’s pallet, never will you find her seeking out exciting or exotic styles in her appearance, though it could be conceived that somebody may force her to do so, she would not object. Her clothes are faded black and gray with simple metal adornments, be it a bracelet or a pair of basic earrings. She may change her attire but it will never stray far from these outlines; she usually opts for loose hanging cloth. One may find her cloths to be torn or stained, but never filthy; the same goes for her hygiene. She seems to stay clean not by merit of diligent care for her being, but rather a rejection of change by her essence. Background:
Apathy can be defined as a sort of "obscure evil", one which makes the victim unable to live in solitary places, in silence, no longer in a state of deep calmness and peace. That person may experience feelings of spiritual emptiness and disgust, having a cynical attitude towards other people and life in general. They will long for liberation from this oppressive inner state of imprisonment. It is in fact a spiritual illness, when the soul gets disoriented and slips into denial of all accomplishments that person has made throughout their earthly existence.
Vespa is a daughter of Apathy. Born of Akedia, the “Demon of Boredom”. Vespa is not intimate with the details of her creation, nor will she ever desire to be. Her father has placed her in many locations during the span of her existence, never once with any inclination of a goal. He does not give nor does she seek to receive. She has been slain on a number of occasions, each time she finds herself placed back in to the mortal world, usually in a similar location. She is not immortal, nor is she under the delusion that such is the case, only that a higher power pulls certain strings attached to her being. One day she found herself placed within the confines of “The Dungeon”, she carried on as she always had, listlessly and without ambition.
Vespa has a habit of endlessly wandering the dungeon, periodically with extended rests seemingly without reason. She holds no hostility towards any of inhabitants, nor towards any wanderers that may have found their way into this dark recess of the world. Do not mistake her pacifistic nature for support in your endeavours; she has abandoned just as many as she has assisted, only ever is it a matter of when. Sometimes these timely desertions come with dire results. She responds to wilful commands and insistence, for she has no drive to oppose. She does have a will though, and will not perform an act if it does not conform to her sense of apathy. Individuals may find her uncanny due to her willingness to assist the likes of both evil and good, what they may not grasp is that this “assistance” is more akin to spectating then anything. Vespa is also not deprived of emotion; she possesses a unique psychology that includes apathy as an emotion rather than a vague felling. Needless to say that it is the most overpowering of her emotions. Her motivations are transparent and easily discarded if they even ever existed at all, but perhaps there is something slightly less mundane about her persona if the situation is particular enough…
Throughout her lifespan, Vespa has been considered many things: An omen, a vagrant, a demon and a lover. She could be considered to be all or none of these things. Do not ask her option on the matter, you will be left wanting. One of her more tragic tales may include a poor farmer that fell in love with Vespa in the distant past. She had been wandering in a forest of a name she’ll never know. A young man, of both a kind heart and unfortunate circumstances came across her; from then on he was cursed, cursed with the love he felt for her. He took her in, mistaking her for a forest spirit; he thought she looked malnourished and weak, and needed his protection. There was no resistance on the part of Vespa, when he held her hand and insisted she follow, she complied. For many years she lived with the man, performing minor menial tasks for him. He never questioned her appearance or her mannerisms, particularly her silence. He assumed her minimalist behaviour was natural for a fey such as her. Every day he would hold her as the sun set, gently kissing her upon the forehead. One day a wanted murder was seeking refuge from the law; what he found was a humble dwelling on the far reaches of the village. When he entered the house he encountered Vespa and the Man. He immediately threatened to harm her with his dagger if the Man alerted the authorities. The simple Man had already decided to act, his sense of justice and his love compelled him. He sprang forward and grasped the criminal’s hand, desperately prying for the dagger. As the struggle progressed the Man slowly became overwhelmed. All along he shouted for his loves assistance, all along she stood in silence, staring with her listless eyes. The criminal plunged into the Man, his grip weakened, the criminal plunged again, and the Man fell silent. Vespa, was splattered with the warmth of his blood. His last act was to reach out to his love in vain, as she looked onwards with uncaring coldness. The Murderer told her to sit down, and not move a muscle; she complied, silently sitting on a wooden chair as she crossed one leg over the other and set her palms atop her lap. She stared at the new individual the entire night. In the morning both had left, first the murderer, then Vespa. No longer was there a presence in that empty house. To this day, Vespa has almost no recollection of the event.