Vaa The Merchant

Thrift Greedy. Elitist. Snarky. Tricky.

Vaa is a trading outsider in a hostile land. Using her merchant skills to haggle with the local brute tribes both for rare resources and for slaves. Earning herself a fortune. But despite calling herself civilized. She herself may be just as brutal as the ones she looks down upon.

The land is wrought with untamed wilds, ferocious beasts roam the lands. It is a shadowy world that has just left its primordial era. Where its people use the stars to guide their purpose. And life is often harsh and cruel both during the start and at its end. The many who call it home often clash with each other in both ideals and hopes. Some of course profit from the clashing. While others destroy themselves from indecision. The people that roam these lands in a valley are known as the brutes, anthromorphic animals who like their name says, are quite fond to a brutal way of life. Even those that seek to make this world better often spill blood to get it done.

Vaa was born into this world not as a brute but as a outsider to a distant city state, still as a anthromorphic wolf. Like all of her family she learned quickly the art of the trade and when she was a adult. She began to travel the world selling goods. Both in and out of the city state. Often using rare resources from the local tribes to prosper. This has allowed her to accumulate knowledge of this dangerous world. Learning of gods. Sprits. And idols that mark the landscape. Often traveling alone and armed with the weapons she wished to sell for defense. Being a wolf she has some capability with a weapon. But she is no soldier. Not preferring the combat knowing that she could easily be outskilled. She prefers to run instead of fighting. Or she hides when the times call for it.

While trading them easy to buy. But less then rare goods from her homeland. Jewelry, tools, and even sandals. All cheap to buy from the city. And can sell for a high price for the brutes though they did not have a currency. Instead she was traded in riches that were rare for her land. Obsidian glass, gold, diamonds. All things that the brutes had in abundance but did not know the value of. A quite good fortune for a cold merchant such as her.

Either way Vaa was soon making a fortune from the brutes. Her opinion on them is a tad bit hypocritical finding them as bumbling savages who brutalize their own kind. She finds their squabbles hilarious and often tells stories of what she has seen. From their brutal methods of dealing with over population with the ritual sacrifice of their unwanted tribesman, from either the strain on their food resources or the fact that the person in question may have had a deficiency that the tribe thought they would be better dead. Often they fear to bond with each other distancing the parents from their offspring to allow the purging to go easier. To the brutal ways they maim the ones that they see had wronged them. She of course would learn to profit from this giving the parents who wished to protect their offspring a "easier" solution that she would take the unwanted burdens instead of allowing them to face the knife. While she spoke of it like her smuggling the person away to safety. In reality her city state has a rather skilled slave work force that she sells them too. She still smugly thinks she is saving them. But that the price of their safety means their freedom will have to be earned once they start their toils. The small little civil war they had between the past lover of the first chief, a more new thinking Cobra. Against the first hunter a strong stag of their tribe was utterly amusing for her, plus she was able to sell some weapons to both sides stealthily.

She has no little care or fear for other magical cultures that she even bought a wooden mystic supposedly banjo from the cloudy northwest from a insectoid civilization, one of the other cultures that often bought her slaves to train to be soldiers. The banjo with three strings that would say ominous things to her of hunger and blood, little would she know that this "Magic" relic was actually cursed but in a far different way then she would have imagined. She thought it would lead to good luck, but none came her way. In reality though every time she strummed it, she would bring a great calamity on the lands she traded with. Though she has no idea yet what the calamity is. She was in actually marking the sites for targets for a oncoming invasion of a barbaric warband known as the red plates, a society of slaver zealots eager to please their gods of violence. And so now they march.

She knows the brutes are not to be crossed so literally. Seeing what they do to outsiders that they believe that wronged them. From limbs removed, to eyes plucked out. To ears ripped off. She knows the risks that she's taking every time she steps into the valley of the brutes. Their highly xenophobic nature and isolation often meant that they were weary of her. So often she puts on a friendly smile for them. And puts on a good show showing her fancy goods. Or acting as a guardian for weary parents. Though her true nature is far more sly. Cold and calculating. She is able to put on a friendly face for them. Yet she still looks down upon them. Often talking to a star tamer, a sage that communicates with the stars. Mainly because she knows they can not talk in a normal sense, only using riddles. She often ignores the sage's advice when she visits them even giving them their cursed mystic banjo once it began to ask for only for them, thinking that it was broken. In reality she just lead the red plates to another future target. She thinks she is untouchable and that she often faces no consequences for her greed. Yet if any were to find her. From actual wounds to just a true threat. She may become desperate. The untouchable facade collapsing to reveal a scared woman realizing that she was not immune to her actions as she thought. In fact she's quite afraid of death. Both for herself and her people, She's not expecting any actual push back and to have it brought upon her homeland because of her mistake would be a bitter pride blow.

She seems quite fond of her homeland, finding it much more civilized then what the brutes or the other tribes have to offer. It seems like has a rather deep love for it. And she rather likes trading within her city to properly. She is quite skilled in string instruments like the banjo due to instruments like that being common in her homeland. Something that she typically plays when on the road to pass the time.

However there is a side of her past the money if one can fully unlock her. A wise in the mind individual though not through her actions. Though it may take heavy trauma to unlock it. One that will even apologize to those around her. Especially if they give her kindness.

Vaa's personality shows at first a snarky individual who enjoys to try to get the best deal out of everything. Money is her biggest driving factor in her actions and wants. She's a merchant. One that truly embodies trade though one that has no care for the lives she's effecting. Its not a hard guess why she decided to began to become a slave trader. It does not effect her. So why should she care? When it does effect her. She shows a scared side. Willing to apologize to those she's wrong fully. When she is confident she often puts a single hand on her hips. With a proud smirk.

Vaa's appearance is that of a anthro wine red wolf. Her eyes are a solid ruby red as her fur breaks up between the reddish wine color to a more solid grey. With a more light tan on her lower body. There is wine colored rings all over her arms matching well with the grey. Her claws are painted a firey red like her eyes. Her body type is quite voluptuous. Her clothing is tribal like most of the world wearing a leather cloak that acts like a long cape to wrap herself in. But also is her top. She wears a beaded necklace made of bones with a red jade collar across her neck showing her wealth. With many bead bracelets place over her arms. And two bead braces around thighs. On her lower half. She has a long firey red waistcloth that goes down to her knees. Her upper stomach exposed between her top and the waistcloth. With red leather knee high socks and wooden sandals on her feet.

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