[hider=Cyryl, The Fair Muse]
Age: 114
Race: Human
Occupation: Sorceress

Appearance: Heavily made up with revealing, yet practical clothes. Well layered and curly blonde hair

Equipment: Currently wearing light leathers, with more focus on appearance than protection. A large dark purple woolen cloak is draped over her shoulders and self. She always carries around a make-up kit (enchanted), and often has a short sword at her hip to dissuade fools who might attack her based on the fact she would otherwise look unarmed. Not to use, of course.

Background: Gained a strong grasp of magic, becoming a fully fledged Mage and now travels the world, with her own agenda. She still keeps many friends and contacts back in the Sorcerer community

Skills: She is a skilled magic user, but is most famed as a diplomat. A reputation that is often interpreted as her bending the wills of people
Her Magic is focused around incapacitation, she is a master of illusion and experienced at using minor elemental spells (typically electricity) to stun opponents

Martial preference: The absence of one

Flaws: Often thinks herself above over non-magic users, which is a pretty common flaw amongst sorcerers
What really makes her tick is when others either assume they have power over her, or gloat about power over others

Martial flaws: She would rather not be in any combat. Unless she has had time to prepare she is very slow to react and definitely lacks the skill to call the shots in a melee
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Cyryl reined in her horse overlooking Brugge. It looked so peaceful from up here, minor smoke stacks rising over various peaceful rooftops. she could only imagine how people were going about their regular lives. Or, that is, regular [i]humans[/i]. It was in a panicked letter she had received that two of her contacts were in grave danger, because she had failed to act sooner.

She had first received letters about the current events almost a year ago, telling her about this new Mayor's agenda. She had thought nothing of it, promising to clear Brokilon was just like promising to catch the moon - Impossible and with only loss to show for the effort. Soon he escalated to declaring his own crusade on non-humans in the city, which spread like wildfire amongst the human voters and populace in the city, who really didn't need an excuse to make Elves and Dwarves lives miserable. Many non-humans left there and then, seeing the way of things to come, but Cyryl had counselled her two contacts, Bartek the Gnome and Cibor the Elf, to stay and see how it plays out. Two weeks ago she received a panicked letter saying Bartek had gone missing and Cibor was in grave threat from a 'danger that lurks in the Shadows.' Then nothing. 

Cyryl waited there for a good while, taking in the countryside. Chances are it would be a while before she would see any other view than brick walls and shit stained streets. Gods, she hated cities