Past Lives added to Rynth

Name: Alvina Lassiter (Lassie)
Era: Industrial
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Regression Purpose: Diplomacy and Ablility
Combat: Telekinesis

Specialty: Multi-Tasking
Strengths: Agile, Fast on her feet, Telekinetic Master
Weaknesses: Hesitant to commit harm or fight. Inexperienced in combat. Opposed to violence.
Items of note: Many treasured momentos from her guests that visited her inn. Spanning from ancient relics(Garm, hung up on a wall as decoration), simple nic-nacs, and finally a collared pendent that held pictures of her family. A cherished item that she often held dear and closed to death before passing it onto a close family friend.

Likes: Ale, lively company, fables/tales of travel, and most of all GAMBLING.

Dislikes: Rude people, Drunkards(Drink in Moderation!), Thieves, Corrupted Law Enforcement, and a sad individual in her inn.

Overall: Alvina is often known for her festive like tendencies and energetic demeanor. Often times she attempts to impress many with her mastery of telekinesis nearly managing and operating the establishment single handedly, with the few on hand workers from the village who would assist her inn when she wasn't able to. Often times the life of the party dislikes any downer and would go out of her way to cheer up the individual. Her motherly aura was often so encompassing that even the most sour of personalities had grew kind to her. The few that often questioned whether or not she had the ability of sympathy would soon discover her inability to use such a skill.

A pacifist by nature she rarely used her abilities for anything else other than her work, but on the rare occasions she used her ability to manage a multitude of knives, forks, and other sharp utensils in order to force those that would commit violence to surrender completely and utterly. Violence within her home would not be allowed, but if it came to it she would intervene when she had to.

Biography.

At a young age, Alvina loved the idea of traveling the world. The whimsical child would often hear tales from those that traveled through her village, as each story encouraged her to achieve her own story within the world. It wasn't until she finished her education that she decided to make her journey around the world and get a good view and understanding of all the cultures. At the age of forty, Alvina would eventually settle down back in her own village to build an inn for the wayward travelers that would pass by.

It took some time, but the effort was far more worth it than she anticipated as over the first ten years the inn grew to encompass a full house almost all year around. In many cases, the inn became renowned to be endowed with a 'magical' means of rejuvenation. All of the rumors were easily proven false and in a few cases there had been a quite rowdy few that came for such a treasure.

A little story among the villagers that became quite famous within the small town was her relationship to a passing hunter. The man originally suspicious of her influence towards the town had visited the inn every so often throughout the year. To the hunter's surprise she opened up her heart and home to him on a few unfortunate trips to the inn. In such cases he had lost his belongings or had temporarily crippled himself from the trips to the inn. The young hunter's infatuation had become known to the oblivious Alvina on the night he had revealed himself to be a hunter.

Repeated scouting and spying had filled the young man with guilt to the point that he had argued against his continued visits. This open infatuation slowly grew to become an experimental relationship, until they knew for sure what their feelings were to one another. On the day they openly committed to one another, the hunter had retired knowing that role of a hunter would conflict with the love of his life. Alvina married within her hundreds, but was concerned about what a family life would had been like. The village far more supportive than they had ever anticipated. As it seemed to be that once they were worried about a child coming their way, that the villagers had pulled their efforts together to aid and accommodate the travelers that had come.

Being married for nearly thirty years her family grew quite large within that span of time. As her aging body was still reminiscent of a women with their early thirties. Something her husband was keen on bragging about to the travelers. From the few other magi to visit, it seemed to be a common trait among zero magi to appear younger than the others of their race. The last of her memories were such a blur as her children were the one's mainly operating the inn. Remembering her husband getting into a heated argument with a few young visitors just outside the inn. Alvina rushed to them in order to find and discern what she might be able to do to calm down the both of them. Then her memories flashed red as she approached them. Falling backwards to hit the muddy ground with a thud... her hand pressed into a sharp pain right within her stomach as she felt something warm... only to pull her hands within her view to see her own blood. Her body was growing colder as her son came to her in a panic... and her husband soon followed. She couldn't hear them either of them with how loud and panicked their voices were. A piece of the blade that had wounded her had kept the wound open and unable to heal.

Despite how scared Alvina was she kept attempting to reassure her family she would be alright... her vision slowly became black and white as she grew colder as the moments passed. Her fear of death revealed itself to her husband with how tight she gripped onto him. Then as her steadily dying body started to failure, she lost her vision. A horrifying sense of nothingness.... not even darkness within the lost of sight... Struggling to keep her voice from trembling and retain any sense of composure as she kept calling out to her family. Her hearing was the last sense she could clutch onto as she clung onto every word that her family spoke and it ended with nothing... a vague sense of movement and suddenly hearing a new name, Rynth.