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Description
📖 Report Card 📖

Name and Status
Verin Shier [ Alive ]

Verin [slav.] = Faith

Shier [old eng.] = Bright/Fair

Age and Grade
19 [ Senior ]

Date of Birth
November 13th [Scorpio]

Gender
Male

Height
6’4”

Super High School Level
Storyteller — “Huh? You want to hear some? Come, sit down. Relax a bit. I can see it in your face, the way your gears are turning, y’know? Let me sneak you away for a moment. Let me tell you the story of a man…”

A Storyteller uses their written or spoken commentary to convey a story to an audience.

But it’s more than that.
Verin has been chosen as the SHSL Storyteller not only for the vast amount of folk tales he can recite word by word, if he so wanted to, but much rather the way his words and gestures suck his viewers into any narration he weaves together.
For the way he always seems to have the right story, just the right words to make his listeners reflect as they follow along the hypnotizing tale to find something of themselves under the fanfares of epics and slow tinkling of fairy tales. It feels like he’s figured them out the moment they enter his sight and unravels them through his stories, bit by bit.

Special Notes

  Ethnicity and Homeland
    Czech [Czech Republic]

  Key Features

⦽is pretty heavily tattooed (Ref: sta.sh/0a89m483ulz )
⦽his eyes are an unnervingly piercing shade of yellow. Not gold.
⦽his neutral face looks pretty angry, so he tends to smile a lot!
⦽has a bump on his nose
⦽wears some makeup
⦽colorblind (Monochromacy/ Complete Color Blindness)

Quirks
⦽he tends to behave a lot like a bird. Squawking and crooning and tilting his head, collecting shinies...

⦽stares. A lot.

⦽no indoor voice

Inventory

  On-Hand
⦽A family photo
Judging by Verin’s age it must have been taken quite a while ago. It looks like a happy family photo, but for some reason, Verin doesn’t really seem to fit in… Maybe it’s the fact that he’s the only one with brown hair and yellow eyes.

⦽Two books. One compilation of fairytales and a thick book about various legends local to Spain
One of them is rather thin with gold lettering declaring ‘Grimms Märchen’, the other one looks more simple with white text that reads ‘Leyendas de España’

⦽A single golden necklace with a golden feather charm
The chain is rather thin and there are some indents here and there, but it’s still very pretty.

⦽A pack of tarot cards
If the package is any indication, these have been used very frequently for a long time.

⦽One tiny, strange looking doll with beady eyes
You can’t shake the feeling that it’s watching you somehow…

⦽a small assortment of colorful stones
They’re.... just stones. Some of them glint in the sun. Some of them might actually be sea glass. Who knows?

  Acquired From the Isle
N/A

  Gifts and Purchases
   (Geedis)

CHARACTER ANALYSIS

Personality
outgoing | curious | perceptive | blunt | unempathetic | unfocused | energetic | cocky | charismatic | booksmart

Verin is a very peculiar kind of person.
There’s no doubt that he’s the type of guy who would probably have a lot of friends. He’s very outgoing and persistent enough to easily start and pick up a conversation anywhere, no matter the place or situation. Combined with his charismatic and energetic nature as well as his talent this gives him enough leverage to pull most people in rather quickly.
However, after spending a while with him, it may become apparent that something’s a little off about him.
He’s genuinely klutzy and unfocused, yes, and it may distract some of it, but he watches everyone with a hawk’s eye.
When they smile, he smiles. When they look sad, he does too. He returns handshakes with exactly the same amount of pressure he received.
He’s watching closely and mirroring most of what he sees.
Because he can’t tell what other people feel like.
Verin has zero degrees of empathy.

And although he’s seemingly made it his mission to not let it impact him, you can still tell by the way he’s too blunt and dismissive when others are concerned and how a lot of social cues just fly right over his head.

But even though Verin cannot feel empathy, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try.
Imbued with determination and a few strong values from childhood, he tries his best make himself care as much as he is able to, creating a strange rift between what he thinks is caring behaviour and what it actually looks like.
Thanks to his perceptiveness it usually is close enough, but there’s no denying that it’s a little off still.

Likes
⦽attention
⦽the occult
⦽winter
⦽anything soft and warm
⦽puzzles
⦽myths and fairytales
⦽telenovelas

Dislikes
⦽high humidity
⦽overly seasoned food
⦽rudeness
⦽gossip
⦽cheaters
⦽overly complicated people

History
Verin’s childhood started deceptively normal.
Born as the youngest child into a family of 6 in an idyllic home a ways off from the next major city in the Czech Republic, Verin never had to want for anything.
Everyday he would play with his siblings, talk to his parents and explore. He met up with friends as well, every now and then, but seldomly. Then with one friend. Then none.

Children are cruel, he overheard his mother say and he agreed. He couldn’t grasp the fact that it was him she was talking about.
Books were his company when his siblings were at friends’ houses and he had no one to take outside. It was easier to follow a story along than a person.

His siblings became his closest friends, but even with them it was hard. They would turn away or cry or scream sometimes and he didn’t understand. His parents would sit him down for a stern talk because he made his siblings sad, but still didn’t know what he was doing wrong, didn’t have a way to improve because he didn’t get how it could be so obvious for her.
Well, you ought to be more careful than that, Verin. Try to step into their shoes for a moment.
It felt like he was a blind person being told to walk a tightrope.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not get himself to do what his mother had told him to. It was frustrating beyond belief.

So instead of trying to put himself into other people’s shoes, he just did things that he remembered made them smile at some point.
It worked sometimes and other times it made things worse. He didn’t understand.
He loved his siblings, he really did and it stung to see them cry, even more so when it always came as a surprise. It was maddening, trying to figure out what to do and what not to do and when and then still seeing it fail. For these years of observing and writing down all the little tells into a rapidly growing collection of notebooks, Verin’s temper was practically nonexistent.

Every little thing made him throw tantrums in fits of anger. There was barely a day he didn’t get into fights. And it helped, somehow.
It was straightforward. There was nothing he could interpret in a wrong way. He didn’t mind the bruises and broken bones and fines and being thrown out of school after school after school, but he did mind whenever his sisters or his brother told him they were disappointed.
They were more direct, now, and barely ever cried now because of him after they flipped through his notebooks.

And they helped him however they could.
Walking with him and helping identify how the person must have felt. It made the difference.
Things got easier. Not quickly, but eventually.
He memorized his notes religiously, learning that the best thing to do in most situations was to just mirror what the other person was doing.
And even though he still got into fights with people because he chose the wrong words, it was getting less and less common and Verin let himself become less tight-strung and irritable now that he felt like he had a grip on things again.

He made friends again and told them grand stories to entertain them, to distract them from the ways he was trying to figure them out.
Memorizing the stories and structures that made a story good wasn’t all that hard, compared to the mountains of notebooks he had learned by heart.
He just recited, first, and slowly figured out what motions, what pronunciations made a difference. After years of trying to accomplish empathy manually, he was good at picking up on the cues and translating them into actions.

Eventually, he strung together his own stories, never written down but loved by the people he told them to.
No wonder, they were tailored with their reactions in mind, every story told for one person in particular. It helped him find out about them. What they liked, disliked, what they loved, what they feared. It was all there, bared to him through the tiniest reactions to a story.

He was surprised when he was approached by Hope’s Peak, when they told him he was the best of the best of storytellers, but he still followed the path it opened for him.

Skills
⦽fast learner
⦽understands and speaks several different languages (in order of fluidity)
[Czech, English, German, Russian, Spanish]
⦽charismatic
⦽experienced in fist fighting

⦽rather strong

Weaknesses
⦽absolutely not people smart
⦽uncoordinated
⦽unfocused
⦽loud
⦽tends to overestimate himself

MISCELLANEOUS

Gift Preference

  Love
  ⦽035. Spectre Ring
Wha- You can talk to ghosts with that? Wow, this is Christmas and Birthday all in one, huh?

  ⦽039. Another Hope
Cursed, you say? Oooooooh. Ah, it's glittering so nicely as well! This is the best gift. Thank you.

  ⦽033. Bulbari’s Gold
Shiny!

    ⦽041. Phantom Fan
Old AND haunted? Jackpot.

  ⦽096. Occult Photo Frame
Oooh, wanna try it with a photo of you? Absolutely won’t curse you. I think. I hope.

  ⦽025. Maid Dress
*wheezing*

  Like
  ⦽043. Millennium Prize Problems
Oho what’ve we got here? Niiiice, that’ll keep me busy.

  ⦽076. Book of Choice
AH, you really know how to win a man’s heart, don’t you?

  ⦽083. Two-Sided Ukulele
I have no idea how to play this, but it sounds fun!

  ⦽108. An An Aan
Yes.

Roleplay Sample
Verin seemed to be invested in the story he was telling, but when he noticed the newcomer, he flashed him a bright smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
"She walked tirelessly day and day and had soon drunk the last of her water and eaten the last of her rations. The sun was merciless on her and the closer she came to the tower, the more her surroundings turned into large sand wastes. The wind became her steady companion, throwing up the golden little corns by her feet. And soon there was nothing around her, nothing above or beyond her but sand. It blocked her view, hit her skin and filled her lungs. She did not know where she was, but what good would turning back bring her now? There was no way she could find back. And so she walked, hopes and wishes in her tiny backpack heavy enough to ground her. And she left the sand behind to step on a circle of gold, surrounded by nothing but a swirling nether of sand and dust."

Trivia
⦽hoards blankets and pillows and keeps all of them on his bed.
How he still manages to fit in it will forever remain a mystery.

Description
📖 Report Card 📖

Name and Status
Verin Shier [ Alive ]

Verin [slav.] = Faith

Shier [old eng.] = Bright/Fair

Age and Grade
19 [ Senior ]

Date of Birth
November 13th [Scorpio]

Gender
Male

Height
6’4”

Super High School Level
Storyteller — “Huh? You want to hear some? Come, sit down. Relax a bit. I can see it in your face, the way your gears are turning, y’know? Let me sneak you away for a moment. Let me tell you the story of a man…”

A Storyteller uses their written or spoken commentary to convey a story to an audience.

But it’s more than that.
Verin has been chosen as the SHSL Storyteller not only for the vast amount of folk tales he can recite word by word, if he so wanted to, but much rather the way his words and gestures suck his viewers into any narration he weaves together.
For the way he always seems to have the right story, just the right words to make his listeners reflect as they follow along the hypnotizing tale to find something of themselves under the fanfares of epics and slow tinkling of fairy tales. It feels like he’s figured them out the moment they enter his sight and unravels them through his stories, bit by bit.

Special Notes

  Ethnicity and Homeland
    Czech [Czech Republic]

  Key Features

⦽is pretty heavily tattooed (Ref: sta.sh/0a89m483ulz )
⦽his eyes are an unnervingly piercing shade of yellow. Not gold.
⦽his neutral face looks pretty angry, so he tends to smile a lot!
⦽has a bump on his nose
⦽wears some makeup
⦽colorblind (Monochromacy/ Complete Color Blindness)

Quirks
⦽he tends to behave a lot like a bird. Squawking and crooning and tilting his head, collecting shinies...

⦽stares. A lot.

⦽no indoor voice

Inventory

  On-Hand
⦽A family photo
Judging by Verin’s age it must have been taken quite a while ago. It looks like a happy family photo, but for some reason, Verin doesn’t really seem to fit in… Maybe it’s the fact that he’s the only one with brown hair and yellow eyes.

⦽Two books. One compilation of fairytales and a thick book about various legends local to Spain
One of them is rather thin with gold lettering declaring ‘Grimms Märchen’, the other one looks more simple with white text that reads ‘Leyendas de España’

⦽A single golden necklace with a golden feather charm
The chain is rather thin and there are some indents here and there, but it’s still very pretty.

⦽A pack of tarot cards
If the package is any indication, these have been used very frequently for a long time.

⦽One tiny, strange looking doll with beady eyes
You can’t shake the feeling that it’s watching you somehow…

⦽a small assortment of colorful stones
They’re.... just stones. Some of them glint in the sun. Some of them might actually be sea glass. Who knows?

  Acquired From the Isle
N/A

  Gifts and Purchases
   (Geedis)

CHARACTER ANALYSIS

Personality
outgoing | curious | perceptive | blunt | unempathetic | unfocused | energetic | cocky | charismatic | booksmart

Verin is a very peculiar kind of person.
There’s no doubt that he’s the type of guy who would probably have a lot of friends. He’s very outgoing and persistent enough to easily start and pick up a conversation anywhere, no matter the place or situation. Combined with his charismatic and energetic nature as well as his talent this gives him enough leverage to pull most people in rather quickly.
However, after spending a while with him, it may become apparent that something’s a little off about him.
He’s genuinely klutzy and unfocused, yes, and it may distract some of it, but he watches everyone with a hawk’s eye.
When they smile, he smiles. When they look sad, he does too. He returns handshakes with exactly the same amount of pressure he received.
He’s watching closely and mirroring most of what he sees.
Because he can’t tell what other people feel like.
Verin has zero degrees of empathy.

And although he’s seemingly made it his mission to not let it impact him, you can still tell by the way he’s too blunt and dismissive when others are concerned and how a lot of social cues just fly right over his head.

But even though Verin cannot feel empathy, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try.
Imbued with determination and a few strong values from childhood, he tries his best make himself care as much as he is able to, creating a strange rift between what he thinks is caring behaviour and what it actually looks like.
Thanks to his perceptiveness it usually is close enough, but there’s no denying that it’s a little off still.

Likes
⦽attention
⦽the occult
⦽winter
⦽anything soft and warm
⦽puzzles
⦽myths and fairytales
⦽telenovelas

Dislikes
⦽high humidity
⦽overly seasoned food
⦽rudeness
⦽gossip
⦽cheaters
⦽overly complicated people

History
Verin’s childhood started deceptively normal.
Born as the youngest child into a family of 6 in an idyllic home a ways off from the next major city in the Czech Republic, Verin never had to want for anything.
Everyday he would play with his siblings, talk to his parents and explore. He met up with friends as well, every now and then, but seldomly. Then with one friend. Then none.

Children are cruel, he overheard his mother say and he agreed. He couldn’t grasp the fact that it was him she was talking about.
Books were his company when his siblings were at friends’ houses and he had no one to take outside. It was easier to follow a story along than a person.

His siblings became his closest friends, but even with them it was hard. They would turn away or cry or scream sometimes and he didn’t understand. His parents would sit him down for a stern talk because he made his siblings sad, but still didn’t know what he was doing wrong, didn’t have a way to improve because he didn’t get how it could be so obvious for her.
Well, you ought to be more careful than that, Verin. Try to step into their shoes for a moment.
It felt like he was a blind person being told to walk a tightrope.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not get himself to do what his mother had told him to. It was frustrating beyond belief.

So instead of trying to put himself into other people’s shoes, he just did things that he remembered made them smile at some point.
It worked sometimes and other times it made things worse. He didn’t understand.
He loved his siblings, he really did and it stung to see them cry, even more so when it always came as a surprise. It was maddening, trying to figure out what to do and what not to do and when and then still seeing it fail. For these years of observing and writing down all the little tells into a rapidly growing collection of notebooks, Verin’s temper was practically nonexistent.

Every little thing made him throw tantrums in fits of anger. There was barely a day he didn’t get into fights. And it helped, somehow.
It was straightforward. There was nothing he could interpret in a wrong way. He didn’t mind the bruises and broken bones and fines and being thrown out of school after school after school, but he did mind whenever his sisters or his brother told him they were disappointed.
They were more direct, now, and barely ever cried now because of him after they flipped through his notebooks.

And they helped him however they could.
Walking with him and helping identify how the person must have felt. It made the difference.
Things got easier. Not quickly, but eventually.
He memorized his notes religiously, learning that the best thing to do in most situations was to just mirror what the other person was doing.
And even though he still got into fights with people because he chose the wrong words, it was getting less and less common and Verin let himself become less tight-strung and irritable now that he felt like he had a grip on things again.

He made friends again and told them grand stories to entertain them, to distract them from the ways he was trying to figure them out.
Memorizing the stories and structures that made a story good wasn’t all that hard, compared to the mountains of notebooks he had learned by heart.
He just recited, first, and slowly figured out what motions, what pronunciations made a difference. After years of trying to accomplish empathy manually, he was good at picking up on the cues and translating them into actions.

Eventually, he strung together his own stories, never written down but loved by the people he told them to.
No wonder, they were tailored with their reactions in mind, every story told for one person in particular. It helped him find out about them. What they liked, disliked, what they loved, what they feared. It was all there, bared to him through the tiniest reactions to a story.

He was surprised when he was approached by Hope’s Peak, when they told him he was the best of the best of storytellers, but he still followed the path it opened for him.

Skills
⦽fast learner
⦽understands and speaks several different languages (in order of fluidity)
[Czech, English, German, Russian, Spanish]
⦽charismatic
⦽experienced in fist fighting

⦽rather strong

Weaknesses
⦽absolutely not people smart
⦽uncoordinated
⦽unfocused
⦽loud
⦽tends to overestimate himself

MISCELLANEOUS

Gift Preference

  Love
  ⦽035. Spectre Ring
Wha- You can talk to ghosts with that? Wow, this is Christmas and Birthday all in one, huh?

  ⦽039. Another Hope
Cursed, you say? Oooooooh. Ah, it's glittering so nicely as well! This is the best gift. Thank you.

  ⦽033. Bulbari’s Gold
Shiny!

    ⦽041. Phantom Fan
Old AND haunted? Jackpot.

  ⦽096. Occult Photo Frame
Oooh, wanna try it with a photo of you? Absolutely won’t curse you. I think. I hope.

  ⦽025. Maid Dress
*wheezing*

  Like
  ⦽043. Millennium Prize Problems
Oho what’ve we got here? Niiiice, that’ll keep me busy.

  ⦽076. Book of Choice
AH, you really know how to win a man’s heart, don’t you?

  ⦽083. Two-Sided Ukulele
I have no idea how to play this, but it sounds fun!

  ⦽108. An An Aan
Yes.

Roleplay Sample
Verin seemed to be invested in the story he was telling, but when he noticed the newcomer, he flashed him a bright smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
"She walked tirelessly day and day and had soon drunk the last of her water and eaten the last of her rations. The sun was merciless on her and the closer she came to the tower, the more her surroundings turned into large sand wastes. The wind became her steady companion, throwing up the golden little corns by her feet. And soon there was nothing around her, nothing above or beyond her but sand. It blocked her view, hit her skin and filled her lungs. She did not know where she was, but what good would turning back bring her now? There was no way she could find back. And so she walked, hopes and wishes in her tiny backpack heavy enough to ground her. And she left the sand behind to step on a circle of gold, surrounded by nothing but a swirling nether of sand and dust."

Trivia
⦽hoards blankets and pillows and keeps all of them on his bed.
How he still manages to fit in it will forever remain a mystery.