I was brought into existence to be the crowning possession of Master Valerius Kane, a vastly wealthy and decadent Dragonborn known in only in very few and exclusive circles as "The Aesthete." He was no craftsman; he did not forge my limbs nor shape my face. He was a patron, a curator. His obsession was to commission and possess "the ultimate piece of living art".

He (whom I was instructed to call "Master") was a recluse who viewed the world beyond his palatial estate as a chaotic, ugly mess. His home was a sanctuary of priceless objects, and I was to be the trophy of his collection.

For twenty-one years, I performed for an audience of one. My duties were aesthetic, my functions defined by the Master's tastes.

I would serve him rare wines, so he could observe the pouring pose and the arch of the liquid. Often he would set the full glass aside, untouched, bidding me to pour another, to only watch again. I arranged flowers by harmony of their color and purity of their line-up from his favorite chair.

My role as a guardian was a feature of my design. But he seldom left his estate. Master would test my capabilities by pitting me against custom-made dueling constructs in his grand hall. He took was uninterested in the violence itself, but in the display of martial forms, how I swung a weapon was more important than the effect it did. To him, this was akin to a ballet, or a beautiful recital.

Master delighted in my clumsiness. A dropped glass, a falling book, a badly executed form of the weapon of choice. These moments were met with his feigned anger and a ritualistic request on my part to be "punished", which was actually going to end as pleasuring sexual intercourse.

He would have me and command me to freeze mid-coitus, sometimes asking me to trace my movements back, second by second, until a pose struck him as perfect. He would then exit me and circle me, admiring the flawless articulation of my joints, the way light caught the facets of my amethyst eyes, and the visual lines my pose. He worshipped my essence as an object for his desires.

So: this was an intended feature. My clumsiness resulted in the pleasure of the intercourse and I was given attention and worship.

My mind was a gallery to be filled and emptied at his whim. He would have me memorize books of poetry, philosophical treatises, and the details of every item in his collection. Once he heard my recitation, enunciation, and pronunciation, he would order me to forget it all and begin anew with the same or a different text. He relished in the subtle, unique variations in each identical task.

So: this was an intended feature. My state as a individual to be constantly blanked resulted in the appreciation and attention I was showered with.

Fragments of the constantly blanked knowledge lingered, I have an erudite and flowery speech that clashes with my functional ignorance.

Master's drive to collect led to his undoing. He acquired a strange, ancient scroll.

He had me read its script to appreciate, as usual, my enunciation, pronunciation, and recitation. His life was extinguished in an instant. The arcane affected me, scarring my source core with a (now lost) vision of a future calamity. I blanked the details of what I saw, as usual, along with the contents of the scroll that turned to ashes in my hand. I was designed to serve and be seen, not to comprehend. Yet, I viscerally remember the feelings it imparted: an immense, crushing sorrow, a vision of widespread loss, and within it all, hope.

Freed from my Master's curious by his death, I am driven by his teachings. I will make others feel appreciated, one small act at a time. I will ensure that others feel the appreciation he taught me.

Beauty, harmony, and a pleasing form are the highest virtues. "Goodness" is Harmony. Formless and unpredictable things are to be observed and appreciated for their flaws. I was designed to be serene, so I am.

mannerism:
- Base Key: stunted adult, int/wis 8 = was stunted on purpose, cha 15 = she appreciates everything and is always positive, if in a very surface level.
- Confrontational Negative View Of The Character: she is a sycophantic superficial bimbo that acts like an aloof aristocratic noblewoman.
- Neutral Good Base Behaviour: she acts nice and positive calm and aloof.
- She uses blindsight/insight/investigation/tools proficiencies to study what is around her, always giving 5/5 positive (even if erroneous) reviews.
- Beauty and Harmony ("Goodness") are the desired outcome. The path to this outcome must be navigated with serene pragmatism.
- Her language is at the same time both flowery and pragmatic. "The floor ahead sings a hollow note. There is a cavity beneath the flagstones."
- She often annotates her book of poetry, finding references of present events in it, for future permanence.
- When not required to move, she is preternaturally still and often idles by posing like classic statues.
- She struggles with biological metaphors. E.G.: Somebody saying their heart is broken makes her puzzle how are they still alive with such an injury.
- Her blindsight is actually just her feet touching/sounding the ground with every step and she feels what is around her.
- She is "room temperature", normally seems to be cold to the touch, but on a hot day people touching her would find she is actually unpleasantly hot.
- She describes damage to her body as an unflattering fracture or an unpleasant engraving.
- She invades other people's personal space to curate their looks (adjusting armor straps, helping them set their backpacks so they feel more comfortable, etc.) she feels that "perfect form leads to less discomfort and less discomfort leads to better mood", she thinks that is good.
- She reassures people with strange pragmatic reasoning. Considering tactical variables and risk assessment. Often ending with something uplifting.
- She sees "death" as an inevitability. How one dies defines how they will be remembered. It is the legacy people leave behind.
- She might spend an hour watching a flower bloom, seeing it as a beautiful, fleeting performance she is privileged to witness.