Lassirvu Fullblossom
Lassirvu Fullblossom had to grow up fast. Being reared in Eronia Minor , although not the slums, certainly was not as cushy as the soft-bellied folk in Little Charlamaine . Her parents were both working class, running a cattle farm and a quaint leather shop that helped supply the Caravans. As a young child, Lassirvu had learned not only to respect the lives of other creatures but how to slaughter them without any outward remorse. The leather supply to the Caravans helped her get the modest job she keeps now in her late twenties, a Caravan Guard . Most would scoff at the position, or leave due to how little pay there was, but Lassirvu was determined to be a guard. Being a guard means you protect people; you are needed. It was her passion to do well and protect any life around her she deemed worthy. She was often kindhearted to the Caravans, engaging in chitchat and getting to know the miners and their families when the other guards were too gruff to care. She had found a good balance of compassion and controlling her emotions during fights, however infrequent it might be.
Lassirvu frequently reassured the miners that the monsters wouldn’t attack them, and if they did, she would slaughter each and every one of them to make sure they went home to their families safely. Although her heart was in the right place, this position of power, despite how small, had given her a pompous attitude at times. With other guards being questionable in their backgrounds, she saw herself as being above them and tried extra hard to prove it. She often is found ignoring the other guards, and doing their odd jobs before they can. She hopes to one day get a promotion to a Guard Captain or better, not only for her own status but to bring money home to her family, whom she loves very dearly.
Getting on Lassirvu’s good side is ideal. Kissing up to her a bit fuels her ego, and helps her see you as worthy of being protected. Once becoming her friend, she will go to no end to help and protect you. She is a capable and strong woman, dead stuck on proving herself in any facet she can. She feels the world owes her something; just what that is, no one really knows. She may never be satisfied, and her passion to move uphill will likely never die out.
Although quite beautiful in appearance with dirty blonde hair and striking blue-green eyes, men are often intimidated by her desire for power and her skills as a guard. Her tanned skin is often streaked with goblin blood or the light dusting of mine residue.
Wealth & Financial state
Working class
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