i about anhri;

name anhri vheisi
age twenties
pronouns she/her
beliefs menphina + fate
birthplace snakemolt
residence snakemolt
physical status sickly

☾ raised by a humble mother among huntresses in the black shroud, anhri always wished for greater, better things. due to her runty, weakened form as a babe born premature, she was unable to partake in the hunt. instead, she found herself following her grandmother's footsteps as the vheisi tribe's wise-woman by upholding traditional keeper spirituality, mysticism, and casting divinations with the bones of her ancestors.while anhri is without argument a feral, swamp-touched thing, her talents in spellcasting are nigh unmatched among fellow gifted tribals.

mental status unstable
race keeper, miqo'te
marital status unmated
orientation pansexual
mbti istp-a
aesthetics x
playlist x

☾ when her grandmother inevitably passed away from old age, her physical departure hit anhri harder than she had anticipated. the wild woman abandoned her tribe and the venerated role of wise-woman that she had trained so carefully to take on. the pressure simply was too great.the shroud witch's personal journey since then has been arduous, violent and wearying. she hopes to find purpose and belonging, with long-term aspirations of returning to the tribal life stronger; a matriarch.even still, her story is not so simple, with much to be revealed and delved into.

i first glances;

height 4 fulms, 8 ilms
build skinny; lithe
voice likeness saskia - the witcher ii

☾ perhaps you've seen her? the creature that wanders through the forests at night - more akin to a ghost than miqo'te - foraging for herbs and plucking at the bones of things long since passed.
☾ strewn across her ritualistically scared ashen flesh are dark clothes; usually blacks and purples. expensive things made to fit her lithe frame, with gilded trimmings. though that is not all; she also adorns herself with bones and feathers, plucked from offerings and repurposed into macabre décor in reverence of the moon and the hunt.
☾ she paints her face with just as gloomy colours as her clothes. a perfect match for her jet black hair; left long and wild to contrast the softness of her visage. brilliant, pale eyes grace her delicate, dusky features, slanted and glazed-over with a look in them that tells of all the secrets that reside unspoken on her tongue-- hidden deep behind rows of fanged teeth and plump, glossy lips.
☾ anhri's ribs and shoulder blades are visible, straining against tightly-wrapped ashen skin. not the body of a huntress but that of a woman far too weak to partake in something so vital to her people.
☾ long, slender fingers topped with black-varnished claws roll an assortment of knucklebones. her touch is feather-light, full of hesitation, albeit purposeful. always with purpose.

i trappings.

ii spells.

catalyst: a stave; the tip fashioned in the shape of a moon's crescent, though there's a curious slit in the center of the tip itself indicating that it might open up under certain conditions.

iii farsight.

required components: bones, teeth, blood or flesh depending on the complexity of the reading.

iv weaknesses.

☾ witch

a lifelong practitioner, and advisor and on all things arcane and occult. she'll work with you one-on-one, or bestow her knowledge, farsight and spellweaving talents upon your entire business, to you personally, in the field, in your estate, or wherever else— hanu is flexible and bound by none. yours, for as long as you can afford her; a formidable sorceress in your pocket.

she'll tell you your fortune, though don't expect it to be cheap. work commitments aside, her clientele are always people with bulging coffers. hanu's farsight is costly on her physical and mental state but the results are usually worth it, and her abilities are effortlessly unrivalled.

☾ seeress

☾ wander

hanu finds herself traveling plenty in the name of work, and in doing so, finds herself swept to all manner of locations, ruins and cities. it's not uncommon for her to seek out blades for hire to protect her on some of her more dangerous expeditions, or even meet curious and odd folk along the way who challenge her patience and the wall she puts up.

those keen-sensed and experienced with such matters will notice something off about the woman immediately. something is feeding off her aether, and the nightmares which plague her every night leave her waking from her slumbers with fatigue and malaise. the strangest thing of all is that the woman is fully aware of it, and doesn't seem to be seeking help.

☾ haunted