[color=pink][img]https://i.imgur.com/DxlGXzi.png[/img] [h3][color=orchid]Solange Belgard[/color] Level: 1 Class: Seducer/Thief (novice) Currency: 18G, 59 bits Ammunition: [color=orchid]Verbal[/color] Armor: [color=orchid] +0, Common Clothing [/color] Vitality: [color=orchid]10[/color] Status: Scheming [/h3][/color] [hider=SOLANGE] [b][color=Orchid]Gender:[/color][/b] Female [b][color=Orchid]Age:[/color][/b] 21 [b][color=Orchid]Race:[/color][/b] Human, Bretonian [b][color=Orchid]Origin:[/color][/b] Pembrook, small farming settlement east of Gullian’s bay. [b][color=Orchid]Religion:[/color][/b] Voi [b][color=Orchid]Attire:[/color][/b] Billowing dress, loosened bodice, wrapped sandals, cheap jewelry. [b][color=Orchid]Demeanor:[/color][/b] Composed, attentive, shrewd. [h3][color=Orchid]Attributes:[/color][/h3] [color=pink][b]Awareness: [3] (Bretonian)[/b][/color] The phony horror stories the older girls used to tease Solange with kept her up at night and taught her to have an attentive eye. Now she’s quick to single out the drinkers and the talkers and the tag-a-longers, and wakes up the next morning eager to hear the actual horror stories about the men she passed over. [color=pink][b]Intelligence: [2][/b][/color] She keeps a couple of books hidden in her room, knowing full well that less than a century ago they would’ve thrown her in a pyre for even dusting off a tome. [color=pink][b]Strength:[1][/b][/color] Solange is strong enough to keep her chin up and capable enough to get someone else to do the heavy lifting. [color=pink][b]Wit: [3][/b][/color] With understated cunning and tongue as sharp as a soldier’s rapier, she keeps her plays obfuscated until ready to drop the game winning move. [color=pink][b]Dexterity: [2][/b][/color] She has quite the nimble fingers and has the graceful, poised movements more like a lady of high nobility than a woman of ill repute. [color=pink][b]Willpower: [3][/b][/color] Solange works in a brothel for trade and regularly handles toxic plants and addictive substances for a hobby.She’d have been in a casket long ago if she wasn’t strong of body and soul. [color=pink][b]Charisma: [2][/b][/color] She’s pretty enough as it is, but with a touch of rouge and the proper light she stands out as one of the more popular girls amongst the clientele. Still, good features are of little use outside of the house. Her profession marks her as undesirable amongst the more “reputable” members of society, even the ones that are regular clients...especially the ones that are regular clients. [color=pink][b]Luck: [0][/b][/color] It is easier to accept that she is cursed to forever have bad luck than to admit that perhaps she has made bad decisions. [h3][color=Orchid]Skillsets[/color][/h3] [color=pink][b][i]Words like Spun Wool[/i] [3]- [/b][/color] Lying. Her whole profession is one giant charade. Nobody would pay her if she was honest. Solange knows how to thread together strings of deceit to spin a proper lie. [color=pink][b][i]Clandestine Chamomile[/i] [2]- [/b][/color]Poison. Solange is known amongst the girls of the house for making a cup of tea fit for royalty. Perhaps they would be more hesitant to take a sip if they were aware of the herbs she was growing in that little garden of hers. She’s just happy the ones she doesn’t like haven’t made the connection between their stomach cramps and her herbal tea. [color=pink][b][i]Bitter Leaves, Better Lives[/i] [2]- [/b][/color] Drugs. Not all of the flowers in her garden are there for prettiness or pettiness. Some of her herbs are quite practical, able to help others to get by or get high with painkillers, ointments, “powdered dreams”, and salves for sailor rash. [color=pink][b][i]Threading the Needle[/i] [2]- [/b][/color] Evade. Be it a wild haymaker from a rowdy drunk, a rogue beer bottle flinging through the air, or the Marm giving out cleaning duty, Solange is aces at getting out of the way and making herself scarce. [color=pink][b][i]The Window Shopper’s Special[/i] [2]- [/b][/color] Sleight of Hand. She works hard for her money. Why spend a single cent of it on something that can just as easily slip into the many hidden pockets she has sewn inside of her dress? [color=pink][b][i]Boarding Party [/i][1] (Bretonian)-[/b][/color] Sailing. Solange is not a sailor. She’s only ever voyaged on a boat once. Nevertheless, she’s acquired enough knowledge from the seafarers she entertains to know port from starboard and that if she's the best sailor onboard then it's time to abandon ship. [h3][color=Orchid]Flaws:[/color][/h3] [color=pink][b][i]Strife’s Seamstress:[/i][/b][/color] Solange is a miserable person that largely finds comfort in cruelty. She views others as playthings, toys to amuse her until they break or she grows bored of them. She’ll push people to be their worst self, or try to turn them against one another, or spread complete lies about them to ruin their reputation. She’s managed to avoid any comeuppance so far, always playing dumb and acting the innocent, but it’s only a matter of time before somebody sees through the bullshit. [color=pink][b][i]Eyes of Evil:[/i][/b][/color] Solange believes that she was cursed to have bad luck. How else can she explain her awful existence? She will do everything in her power to avoid tempting fate and treats superstitions as if they were gospel. The woman seizes up in fear at the sight of black cats, avoids every crack she can despite her mother already being dead, and will leap the damn table to chuck salt over her shoulder if it is spilled. She has spent a small fortune on good luck charms, follows certain rituals every morning and every night, and listens to fortune tellers as if they are genuine prophets. [color=pink][b][i]Pacifistic Pretense:[/i][/b][/color] The world better believe that Solange wouldn't even harm a hair on the head of someone who wronged her. It's not that Solange opposes violence or is against killing, it's just that Solange knows she's not really good at either one of them if it's an obvious act. She's just bad in a straight fight, easily telegraphing her attacks and barely ever considering her footing. She'd be better off running when against someone trained with a blade. [h3][color=Orchid]Background:[/color][/h3] Born the youngest child in a small village to a largely unsuccessful tailor and a locally renown midwife, Solange settled into the role of becoming her mother’s replacement once her elder sister, Renata, eloped with some traveling merchant. She accompanied her mother for a number of years, enjoying the travel and the learning but absolutely revolted by the deliveries. Even when her mother told her she was ready to strike out on her own Solange insisted that she still needed more practice, something that her older sister now living in Gullian would call her out about in letters when not boasting about how magnificent her life was in the city. When her mother became pregnant in her late thirties it was Solange who suggested they find another midwife instead of doing it herself. In the years Solange had followed her mother she watched the woman never lose a child or a mother, regardless of how harrowing the birth seemed. Now, Solange watched as the other midwife did both. Enraged and fueled by the stammering excuses streaming from the idiot woman’s mouth, Solange was determined to cause a third death that day. She managed to nick the woman’s neck but it wasn’t deep enough to finish her and a skittish Solange fled as the woman ran screaming for the local authorities. She seeked shelter with her sister, but found that Renata had been lying in her letters about how lavish her life in Gullian had been. The merchant she had married was a charlatan and a scalawag, abandoning her a year after their elopement with a massive gambling debt she had no hopes of repaying. To pay off the debtors Renata had been working at the Red Sail for Madame Fontaine. Bitter about the gentle betrayal, Solange nevertheless took up Renata’s offer to join the brothel once she told her Fontaine could protect her from the law. She hated it. Not necessarily because of the work—generally it was forgettable, and forgettable was generally better than the alternative—but the other girls. Renata had sung the praises of Fontaine so highly that she had failed to mention the awfulness of the other girls or the sheer terrifying presence of Fontaine’s red-headed enforcer. Solange felt like she was teased mercilessly, unaware that she was just being oversensitive to a hazing ritual. The teasing eventually faded as newer playthings were hired, and she even began earning a modicum of respect amongst the girls once she began using her midwife knowledge to treat the ailments that commonly befall women in their trade. However, Solange’s status as a vital member of the whorehouse did little to change the fact that she still did not want to live out her life as a whore. Plus, she was pretty sure the bartender had begun to notice her slipping things into the drinks of the girls and the patrons that annoyed her and rather not face Fontaine nor her enforcer. She began making moves and pulling strings to look for a way to get out of there. Her latest client had mentioned that Vargas might be cooking up something. Maybe it was time for her to offer him some of her other services. [h3][color=Orchid]Personal Effects:[/color][/h3] Dress with hidden pockets (well-worn but clean). One filled poison vial of a dark purple liquid, enough for two full doses. One filled antidote vial of a dark purple liquid, enough for one full dose. One filled painkiller vial of a dark purple liquid, enough for three full doses. One filled with a clear liquid that causes drowsiness, enough for three full doses. One filled with poisoned coffee that causes stomach ailments, enough for one full dose. Three additional empty glass vials. A flask of distilled water. Some basic bandages, a suture kit, and a few pouches of ointments. A pouch containing a few medical components and some “dust”. A tiny mirror and some touch-up makeup. A coin purse containing a few coins and some dust. A journal filled with notes and an inkpen too expensive to have originally been her own. A pocket knife generally used for clipping plants.[b] DMG: 1d3, CRIT: 18-20 (X2) RANGE: 5ft, (10ft thrown)[/b] A punch dagger sheathed on her lower leg. [b]DMG: 1d4 CRIT: 18-20 (X2) RANGE: 5ft, (10 thrown)[/b] An utterly useless trash rock painted to resemble jade that supposedly wards off evil spirits, worn as a bracelet. A folklore book designed specifically to give her nightmares about sea travel. A bag of caltrops. A vial of sweet, red spirits from Lymms. [hider=Ship Storage/Solange's Medical Cabinet] 2 Apothecary’s Grace (10 Uses) 2 Clotting Honey 12 Medicated Wraps 30 Purifying Tablets 4 Blessed Waters 2lbs of Purified Salts Waterproof Cloak, Black Leather Oil Lamp with 3 Oil Refills [/hider][/hider] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/801][color=pink][b]Solange's Misfortune[/b][/color][/url]