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Being a changeling isn't easy, let alone being the adopted only child of a member of the ruling noble family of the land. Vesnia was always keenly aware of this, but she couldn't care less. Other changelings may have excelled at courtly intrigue, with the dangerous charms of their mothers, but Vesnia had decided to forge her own path, and to do so meant to leave her life of relative luxury forever. But even as she abandoned her family, fleeing to the edge of the wilderness, neither the Surtova way nor her hag heritage have ever fully been driven out of her.

Distrusting and cynical, Vesnia tried her best to deny the influences that were so evident in her. Living in the wilds on the edge of the Stolen Lands instead of the metropolis of New Stetven. Relying on axe and armor instead of claw and magic. Vesnia lived alone in the woods, though she didn't shy away from contact whenever a curious local approached. She even built something of a reputation as a guide in the area, though not out of any altruistic leanings - the safer the locals were, the less chance they'd think she was up to anything. But then, the call came. Vesnia did her best to suppress it, but it attracted more of her kind. As much as she tried to stay away, there was no escape. The coven beckoned, and she had no choice but to obey.

Since joining the coven, Vesnia has seen a return to the roots she tried in vain to deny. She has become at once more brutal but also more calculated; she has an instinctual feeling for just when to strike to cause the most damage, and without her inhibitions about using her natural gifts, the damage is often severe. Still, she strives to be as independent of the coven as she can, and to rely as little on magic as possible - though her wanderings often cause consternation among those who would think of her as a bloodthirsty murderer, and perhaps for good reason...