Name: Tavia Kincaid.
Nicknames: Tavi.
Gender: Female.
Age: 24.
Species: Witch.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Homeworld: Asmiara.
Location: Esnya.
Position: Briar's High Priestess.
Appearance:
Height: 5'5.
Figure: Slender.
Hair: Brown/Black.
Eyes: Charcoal.
Skin Tone: Fair.
Tattoos/Markings: N/A.
Past:
Her family weren't exactly high ranking, but nor were they lower class, they rested somewhere in the middle. Her father and his wife had been trying for some time to conceive a child and it seemed as though they never would, until by some grace of the Goddess. Her mother became pregnant with Tavia, it wasn't an easy pregnancy and her father watched as his wife became weaker the further along she got. Despite this the couple seemed genuinely over the moon to be having the child they'd dreamed of, unfortunately that all changed. On the day Tavia was born her mother died, she never even got to hold their infant daughter. Although he tried to love the child as he knew his wife would have wanted, her father resented her.
In his mind, were it not for Tavia, his wife would still be alive. This made her childhood, hell her home life completely unbearable. She was miserable. All she wanted was her father's love and he seemed unable to give it to her, as a child this greatly upset her. But as she aged it just became a sad sort of grim acceptance. Her father would never love her. Maybe he didn't know how, maybe he just refused to stop holding her accountable for her mothers death. Either way the fact remained the same. Added to this was the fact she seemed to have little to no magical talent, a fact that further seemed to disappoint him. As far as she could tell, her only ability came in the form of manipulating moods, like giving someone a hit of tranquility with a touch.
Not useful at all, or so her father would say. She believed him as well, until the day she didn't. On that day her power became useful in it's own unique way. The day in question would be the day their clan's leader, the Patron Goddess, Briar paid them a visit, for what reason she has no idea. Perhaps she'll never know what prompted the visit. The prickly goddess offered Tavia a job that day, she'd fired her former High Priestess and needed someone to take on the role, the offer came with the perk of a room within the main estate. She jumped at the chance. Not only would she be away from her father, but perhaps she could find something within the few books in the clans library to explain her strange talent. A talent that allowed her to more often than not soothe her goddesses ire before the woman levelled another building, not that she hadn't been perfectly justified levelling the one that she did. Because of this Briar took to calling Tavia, her voice of reason.
What she didn't expect was to grow...fond of the goddess. Okay she'd grown more than fond of her, somewhere between accepting the position and using her gifts to soothe the goddesses rage...she fell in love with her. Unfortunately, it would appear her feelings are one sided, or at least Briar is doing a damn good job of acting as if that's the case. She probably should just cut her losses, unfortunately her heart isn't getting the memo. It stubbornly refuses to give up.
Present:
Are feelings supposed to be this difficult? Looking around at all the other happy couples she's thinking the answer is no. So why then can she not get the person she feels so much for to even acknowledge her existence? Not that Briar doesn't know she exists. It's more that she refuses to let her in, to let anyone in really. The young witch finds it so frustrating. Really. Apparently all the years of life the goddess has under her belt have made her inordinately stubborn. She doesn't think she's ever met anybody more stubborn. All she wants is a chance after all. She cares not if it becomes some great romance or crashes and burns, she just wants the chance to see what it could be. Goddess above maybe she should just ask someone for relationship advice...
