Vivian Crux's Questionnaire

You shift in the night, your bed creaking as you think. Why were you here? What kept you in Tingen? Besides your job of course, was it, fear of the unknown?

Being scared of what may lay beyond the city? This place alone is already terrifying, the shadowed cheers of a forbidden crowd that beckoned you towards the shadows was a good reminder of that. Strangely enough, they went silent when in complete darkness like now, as if glad you were cloaked in darkness with no light to guide you back. This is, a..reasonable development.

You sigh, unable to sleep, scrambling for your lighter, you ignite the bedside candle, the small glow illuminating your room, a small work desk with a locking drawer that held your thoughts and studies, your closet that contained your clothing for your stage self. Something you have slowly grown to hate.

Another night of studying, you guessed, your performances had suffered a bit lately, but they were still well above the mark compared to the others. sitting down you lit your desk candle and blew out your bed candle, focusing on your studies as you tried to ignore the increasingly tangible hands that grasped at your mind.

Once more in your home, having just cleaned off your make-up, you sat at the kitchen table, alone and nursing a cup of coffee, the clock's monotone ticking providing you some small comfort.

Money was not a concern anymore, you were, strangely popular at your club, attracting nobles, the money was good, at least. You didn't particularly hate serving the nobles, even if they were stuck up, they weren't uncomfortable to be around for long periods of time. They even treated you to food occasionally.

Looking around your decent household, almost a luxury in this city, you faintly smiled, proud of your accomplishments so far.

A grand plan, you have. A simple idea in theory but, when expanded upon, it is a great endeavor that may span your life, for now. You want to expand your influence across the globe, become someone important, someone scary, someone in charge.

The shadows pull you in another direction however, they want you to join with them, promising fame and glory. The, temptation is there, but you fear what indulging might bring. you've heard of vague tall tales of people going mad.

Though, you fear, you might go mad with the route you are planning to forge. The people you may have to kill, the things you may have to do, you fear losing your sense of self but also know it may come naturally.

Beyonders, they are powerful beings, their potions may grant me the power i seek..

Your most defining moment was, that notebook, you had found it while browsing a library, it was, open and you hadn't meant to look at it too closely, but when you saw it, you got latched onto it. With a quick swipe it was under your clothing, the..shadows weren't loud then, it was a quiet time, you felt almost peaceful, recalling it.

But beyond that point, everything began to deteriorate, you found yourself starting to devote yourself to your studies, and when the notebook was out of knowledge, you had found yourself thirsting for more, and more, and more, until you had read everything you found interesting, and it still didn't sate you, you are not sated.

You had, very few people in your life that properly mattered.

There was your boss, who you, didn't really care for, they merely used you as a tool, and you used them as such as well, it was a mutual gain, nothing important, nothing special ever came of it, sadly.

The nobles, they were your primary source of income and they helped get you started with sating your knowledge, even if you are still hungry for more, their connections are handy, to the point that you've considered becoming a personal dancer to a few when they offered, due to the power they hold. But you declined, it would be too restrictive for now.

your co-workers, people jealous of you, you understood why they would be, you attracted the nobles, and you had received a proper education, you didn't belong in this club, not in their eyes at least, they never did anything to hurt you, but they did exclude you, besides a few, who you had drinks with, very rarely.