Vision cards are part of the character creation process for House of Cards. Each of the players submitted a number of card descriptions, and then each player selected five of these cards to illustrate some facet of their character. Here are Vere's selections:
A boy stands in the land of his mother,
saber in hand,
carefully testing its weight. His face is joyful and proud
as she looks on in an approving fashion.
I learned the arts of war to please my mother. With my Amberite strength and speed I easily mastered them, but they have no call upon my heart.
A single lamp lights a corner of a cavernous
room.
A young child crouches close to the flame,straining to
read from a small, leather bound book. Stacks of similar
books encroach on the small circle of light.
Knowledge has always called to me, the joys of learning and the pleasures of scholarship. From my youngest days I have sought knowledge and wisdom, and to learn ways other than those of the sword.
A woman in a flowing white robe stands with
her arms
and eyes raised to the sky. She is surrounded by an array
of tall stones. The first rays of dawn's light pinpoint an
etched rune on the tallest stone.
My mother, The Lady of the Dannan, welcoming the Spring amongst the Daughters of the Goddess. It is said that these standing stones are former Priestess-Queens who were either blessed of cursed (depending on who is telling the tale) to stand here and serve the Goddess forever. As well, I was conceived upon the first day of Spring, so this image represents my conception, and the Rune, that of Springtime, is my symbol.
Within the woods a sea of green moss grows.
It knows no boundaries,
spreading out to trees, rocks, and even the very earth itself.
Only the water from a nearby stream seems to limit its outward
progress.
A symbol of a secret fear, that by acquiescing to my parents’ plans for me I am aiding in the stagnation and strangulation of everything that makes me uniquely me; that there will soon be nothing left but the outline of my parents’ desire – I will have been swallowed, smothered and lost.
A dark-haired man, disheveled and bleeding
and with his hands
bound, kneels in a forest clearing beneath a sliver of moon.
Before him,
a black-clad woman emerges from the shadows bearing a dagger and
a goblet.
A remembrance from the Old Ways of our land, long abandoned. It is sometimes whispered that to this day those who have truly displeased the Goddess, especially those of the Royal Blood, are still offered up to appease Her. I occasionally awaken from a nightmare of this scene in which my mother and I take the starring roles....