Wyveria Korduval

Wyveria Korduval,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

Wyveria has gotten to the age where she tries to live each day to the fullest but not quite to the facing-one's-mortality age. With her retired from officially hunting, the days are now mostly full of simple pleasures and long naps, with occasional jobs to make money. She'd call it an easy life and agree that is probably has made her soft to a degree in mood and combative skill. It shows in almost all her interactions with her preferring to keep things casual and simple. If a Magi greets her she doesn't bring up her history as a hunter or disrespect them for being who they are, rather she asks if they will indulge her and show a few cool things they can do with their gifts then invite them out to go drinking or fishing. She doesn't care where someone comes from in life and as long as they give her the base respect that everyone deserves in a first encounter, isn't the target of her current job, and is even a little interesting; Wyveria will make the effort to be friendly with them. Few ever stick around or garner enough respect fro her however for her to consider them above average, but the few that do find her always keeping an eye out for them and their well-being. In her eyes a trusted comrade is just as much family as any of her other siblings. Clients also fall in the same category only because of the "they are paying me so I need to keep them alive." clause.



The former hunter isn't one to anger quickly and often tries to deescalate things so she won't have to consider combat as a solution. But when she does decide on combat, her mind is not easily swayed back to civility. The same fire that led her to become a hunter in the first place shines brilliantly and burns hot as she dedicates her time, effort and energy into making whoever or whatever ruined her mood be erased. Part of her definitely still lives to fight simply for the pleasure of it and it shows with her laughing during fights or not always ending a fight when given the chance just so she can enjoy it and the adrenaline just for a little longer. Her behavior is quite the dichotomy; with her almost as complacent as a sloth right until she pulls her weapons out and becomes high-strung and violent like a cobra. A willingness to forgo violence for most things, but only until maintaining civility becomes an unreasonable expectation; at that point she's 100% willing to murder anyone who continues to stand against her. This lack of mercy was perfected during the Magi Genocide and as a result Wyveria won't think twice to end a man, woman, or child if a job calls for it or her hand is forced.



Between things that she takes with aloofness or approaches with enough ill-intent to give a Zero Magi a heart attack (Allegedly), there are things that Wyveria tolerates with an air of skepticism and reluctance. These include the Gods, Kalidas more than the others as she never left offerings for any of them until she became a Hunter. With them being higher beings that seem to have nothing better to do than meddle and take sides in the affairs of Magi and Humans, Wyveria doesn't just see them as people beyond her understanding, but ones that could ruin hers and anyone else's lives on a whim. Caution is the only real reason why she continues to give offerings once in a while so she stays on their good side in case they keep track of who brings what and how often. Extremists of any kind also go into this middle category as anyone who keeps themself riled up all the time over anything certainly can't be much fun or reliable in general; combat is one is one but hunters or humans obsessed over eradicating Magi, vice versa, religious nuts or revenge fiends will eventually not keep a cool head when one is needed. She saw it all too many times when a fellow hunter would be so obsessed with a hunt that they would take unnecessary steps that would backfire later on and leave everyone else in a worse spot than before if not dead. Taking it slow and staying objective is always the way to go.

An untrained eye might consider Wyveria Korduval to be older than she actually is, on account of her alabaster hair, but or them she'd only fix them with an annoyed glare and give them a constructive thump on the head for trying to guess her age. Her hair is almost always braided up in a pragmatic way with a small amount of flair. She has been known on the occasion to put small spike balls on the end of her hair if she anticipates close quarters combat, but never does if she's going to be relaxing. Her skin is just as pale as her hair, something she often jokes gives her an insane edge were she to fight in the snow naked.



Folkradiin tattoos cover half of her body, a parting gift upon graduating from her military academy from one of her older brothers. Because they're a source of pride for her, Wyveria rarely ever hides them or is shy about talking about which symbol means and why she or her brother chose to inscribe them on her. Getting her to reveal the ones on her chest however take a few more drinks and a whole lot of trust between her and the other accompanying party.


Besides that, Wyveria is close to the average human in height and weight, with a wiry build that focuses on speed and flexibility over raw strength. 


Wyveria is quite proud of her Folkradiin roots and greatly enjoys the pragmatic and fashionable nature of many of the traditional garbs. She can usually be seen in a Folkradiin fur vest on her top layer with equally furry combat boots and comfortable pants in between. Even within the regulated climate of Hjall, Wyveria always preferred to be on the side of always being warm to the point of almost sweating. On warmer days that force her to lose the fur she can be found in any old t-shirt and jeans, but never shorts. Clothes for colder weather she has in spades, boasting fabrics and furs tested for subzero temperatures.

Parents
Mother: Christina Korduval, deceased
Father: (86) Ryker Korduval (Hjall)

Siblings- All live in Hijall
Sisters: (60) Gjalp, (57) Skaoi, (50) Njoror, (26) Jarnsaxa
Brothers: (62) Skadi, (58) Skirnir

Extended Family
Uncle: (94) Rán Korduval (Junos)
Too many nieces and nephews to keep track of


Born and raised in Hjall, Folkradiin to one Ryker and Christina Korduval as the sixth child, Wyveria learned rather quickly that if one doesn't want to live in the shadows of another forever, they have to step out into the light and find their own way. None of her siblings were coddled, how could they be when there was so many of them that their mother could barely keep an eye on all of them. It was always a competition to get the most attention, the best hand-me-downs, the most food at meals. They weren't poor or anything but their father who worked as an instructor at the military academy made sure to foster a competitive environment. "Our purpose is to prevail, to work hard enough to enjoy a few moments of respite before charging back into the fray." He was a gruff sort of man, that loved but would rarely be caught showing love and believed that eventually the great Eastern Alliance would have to defend their lands from Ethea and their dastardly Runic scholars. Despite his rough exterior and eccentric ideals, he did right by Wyveria as he made sure all of his children never starved and didn't lack the skills to get a wholesome career.



For Wyveria it was quite fortunate that she enrolled in Victor's Military Academy once she turned 14 as it did give her the necessary skills she would eventually need for her career. Sharpshooting in the morning, tracking before noon, basic hand-to-hand combat after lunch, then tactics and conceptual defenses against supernatural foes like spirits and ghosts. It was grueling stuff but at the same time it was exhilarating for a young girl who was learning how to master her body. She learned of places across the sea like Ethea and Suraja where their countries were in states of turmoil and inequality unlike Wuld and Folkradiin, which made them fantastic places for mercenaries to find work and hone their skills before eventually coming back to settle down and put everything they've learned to work in service to the homeland's military.



Ethea in particular sounded like a mystical and ripe place for a innocent mercenary-in-training; with it's Human and Magi conflict that had bubbled over the top and resulted in mass-imprisoning of all Magi under suspicion of terrorism. Not to mention numerous accounts of gods and spirits being sighted in the lands and most known rumors of Ethea's runic users that performed all sorts of supernatural things with powers not given to them by the gods. It sounded like a tragic place, but with no stake in the outcome of that land's future, it would just be a place for Wyveria to exploit for money and glory; sure it was terrible that Magi were being stigmatized to such a degree and the unjustified racism left a lot to be desired and wasn't very sensible as there was many things Magi could do to improve their technology and economy but a stabilized Ethea didn't benefit her or Folkradiin so why try to change anything.



Deciding to become a member of the Hunter's Guild ended up being a harder choice than she had expected. The physical expectations had been beat with ease and her shooting had a higher accuracy score than what most robots and some veterans could pull off, "Superior Folkradiin training, that's all." dismissing their praise as she was here for money and opportunity, not compliments. But they had expected her to pledge her loyalty to Kalidas, their goddess of the Hunt. That was rather a jarring expectation for the barely religious Folkradiin girl. Heck she only ever prayed to Tatara and Irilys when she didn't want to die or wanted to be smart enough to figure something out, and now she was being asked to give her allegiance to some goddess that apparently condoned the wholesale murder of another race. Fine, sure, whatever, it wasn't like they would know that she didn't really mean it at all.



Wyveria can still remember the months up to the the genocide quite well and fondly as those were what she considered to be her glory days. Most Magi were already in the relocation camps but the few the evaded relocation were mostly the strong ones that would rather die than allow themselves to be imprisoned; respectable and fair. Her first kill was quite the event; with three other hunters backing her up as they tried to corner an Air Magi in Arecia Woods. Winds battered them as they tried advancing, occasional lightning struck the trees they hid behind and rain splashed across their faces at a blinding rate. It was beautiful, a true fight; hardships in just keeping pace with the retreating Magi as they slowly boxed her in until they had her cornered. The night flashed with awe-inspiring lightning and then Wyveria took her shot; one bullet to the skull and everything went quiet. On that night Wyveria finally realized that money and fame were good but a hardship then basking afterwards was the greatest reward ever. What could beat this current thrill that she was feeling? Her body thrummed with energy and a strong sense of satisfaction reverberated from her very core; yes, this was the profession she had been meant for.



Unfortunately the glory days didn't last too long. One would have thought that Wyveria would have relished the open season that was declared on the Magi after they began breaking out of the relocation camps, after all it meant more pay and more killing. At first it was good, very good; many of the Magi were understandably staunch in not wanting to go back so there were plenty of exhilarating fights in taking down these "gods among men" that could control the elements. So many close calls, so many skillful take-downs, so many incredible feats performed by both sides in effort to stay alive. Sometimes she wouldn't even be able to sleep for a day just from the excitement caused by the last memorable fight she had beforehand.



Of course eventually those fights turned into hunts, ones in particular where they were chasing down the helpless like untrained Magi or children. A job was a job and Wyveria couldn't turn the money down, but these killings and captures left her numb and dull. There was no glory to be found in these killings and some didn't even fight back, instead begging and pleading; it made her feel disgust although she wasn't sure if it was directed at them or herself. Regardless she forced herself to continue the hunts, even though her heart wasn't into it. Although she hadn't realized it yet, the genocide had shattered her romantic vision of what combat was about; two or more trained combatants fighting each other until one succumbed. It was supposed to be full of danger for both sides that would constantly have to adapt to gain the upper hand. Not putting a bullet in a crying child or tossing a grenade into the room that a defenseless man was hiding. Her killing became more methodical to get each mission over with faster, it was easier for her to simply stop thinking about what she was doing and just do it. During the months of genocide, Wyveria lost what purpose and will to keep going; the art she had trained her body for and poured her heart and soul into had become bastardized for the political and social gains of those in power.



To say the genocide by the end broke Wyveria, would be an understatement. Once it was legally ended, the Folkradiin hunter readily took time off; almost completely falling off the radar as she took her weapons and the clothes on her back and disappeared from Ethea. Unknown to most, Wyveria had sought out her only other extended family member in Suraja as she knew she couldn't go back to Folkradiin in this shape and definitely couldn't bare the idea of going back to the Hunter's Guild yet. Unlike their other family members, Uncle Rán had left Folkradiin after doing some time in the military; opting for a quiet and simple life in Junos. He owned a modest shack on the coast and fished all day, selling the excess to make due while using the rest of the day to reflect on himself and the world; reflection Wyveria could desperately use. The time with her Uncle did wonder as Wyveria learned to unwind, something she had never done back then, as after one hunt ended she was preparing for the next. She knew she couldn't put this kind of lifestyle behind her, after all she had trained her whole life for this and to squander it all would be the worst thing she could do; no she couldn't walk away from it all but she could certainly minimize the amount of things she had to do that she didn't approve of.



After 27 years of service to the Hunter's Guild, Wyveria Korduval retired, buying a cushy place in Ricco Heights. The casual days worked better for her as she could earn money simply coordinating with sources made over a long career to move weapons to certain individuals or factions that would pay top dollar for them. Her heart still yearned for danger but she settled for weapon deals and fishing, uncertain of how she could handle combat. Her combat skills atrophied in the meantime as she didn't practice as much as she used to or see as much action as she did back in the day. Nowadays she looks forward to amassing enough money that she can travel the world and maybe never have to pick up her guns again for money, only for personal satisfaction and only when she wants to.

Firearm I- Wyveria considers herself to be a gun specialist in the sense she's capable of effectively using most types of guns. To that end the guns on her person will vary time to time depending on what situation she expects she'll be in, with there only being two staple guns in her loadout; Gjöll and her dual full-auto TEC-9s.

Heightened Sense of Sight: This person will never need corrective lenses of any kind (aka glasses or contacts) as long as they are in favor with the Huntress. This person can also, when focusing, see clearly for a perimeter of two miles in the distance.


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[b]Borderlands, Commandant Steele[/b] as [i]Wyveria Korduval[/i]