A group concept for Pilgrim.

[hider=Bad Prince Justin]
[color=00ff66][b]Name: [/b][/color]Justin Tyrell, disposed prince.

[color=00ff66][b]Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: [/b][/color]
Human, 22, 7 days.

[color=00ff66][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
This aristocratic gentleman puts you in mind of a fierce wolf. He has deep-set eyes the color of the midnight sky. His silky, straight, jet black hair is neck-length and is worn in a pageboy style. He is tall and has a masculine build. He has small ears and wide feet. His wardrobe is professional, mostly tan and lincoln green.
[hider=History]
Justin grew up in the small kingdom of Vultzberg, mostly known for its ancient roads and hard cider. As far as historians can determine, the people who lived there before built really good roads, then one day decided to use them. 

The small kingdom was surprisingly well-off, thanks to various mines, but the prince realized everyone had grown to expect rather lavish presents for even minor things, which made him scowl. About the only person who never asked him for anything was his cousin Catherine, whose family had a farm. They had to struggle a bit, but they seem to be genuinely happy.

During his mother's funeral, he overheard two boys wondering what sort of present they were going to get for attending. Prince Justin lost it, swearing at them with words that even made the guards blush, and his cousin Catherine seated next to him wanting to crawl away in mortification. Someone tagged him, "Bad Prince Justin" and it stuck.

The king sent him off to college in the neighboring kingdom of Ohmskrieg, hoping some time away would make people forget. However, following the king's accidential encounter with a pitch fork two years later, Justin returned to find the bandit Ned trying to rob his poor cousin on the border and a kingdom in turmoil. Even his cousin was acting strangely, asking him to meet in odd places and then pretend he caught her.

His father's fortune teller, Siri, assured him it would all be sorted out soon, but the Bandit Ned, working with one or two of the guards, was digging a tunnel into the castle's strongroom to rob the treasury. Because he wouldn't know who to trust, she suggested he move what he could to his room in the castle without telling anyone. Ned, she assured him, would be caught, but he might hide the loot so he needed to move the gold now.

Using a secret locked passage between the strongroom and a storeroom, he transfered a good part of the kingdom's gold to several chests and had them brought up to his room, saying he had to pack away some old clothes. However, the servants also brought up a creepy chained iron coffer that his father had shown him once. The king had made him practice saying one of the words engraved on the lid in a certain way until he was satisfied, promising someday to explain it all as he handed him a small key. 

It was then he noticed his cousin Catherine was outside his window, seated in a sling being lowered to the castle walls below, in full view of half the kingdom. He went down to ask her what was going on, she just smiled and waved at the guards above to haul her back up.

Returning to the fortune teller, he told her of his cousin's last antics, the fortune teller assured him everything would be explained soon, but the temple was retiring her that night, so it would be a week before the next fortune teller would arrive. Confused by this, he returned to the castle only to be captured by the guards and spent the night in a cell. The next morning, bound and gagged, he was brought to the throne room to see his cousin Catherine be crowned as Voltzberg's new queen, and her first order was to order Bad Prince Justin's exile for all the terrible things he did to the kingdom and her person, much to his confusion. 

Guards dragged him outside to a pair of wagons loaded with the chests from his room, including the iron coffer, but most of the guards were called back when one of them came out screaming someone had dug their way into the treasury. At the dock, he was placed on board the same ship the fortune teller was on, smiling when she saw him being dragged aboard, and the key to his bonds given to the captian, on orders not to release him until after the ship was well away from the kingdom.

When he was unbound, he demanded to know if she had set this all up, but Siri explained she became aware of the actions of others and simply took advantage of them to ensure Justin's safe escape into exile. Did he really want to fight his ingrateful people to get his kingdom back? If there was any hope for him, he needed to build up some good relations with the common people, and what better way than to offer his skills in service to the common folk? Slaying monsters, rescuing princesses, that sort of thing.
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[color=00ff66][b]Personality: [/b][/color]
Catherine's betrayal has shaken him to the core, and truthfully he's a little leary about Lucia Craft, as he has no idea what to expect next - and is afraid to ask.
He does speak of the strange and insideous spread of coffee houses throught the kingdom of Ohmskrieg, but unsure what it means.
[color=00ff66][b]Motivation: [/b][/color]
Justin wants to travel a bit before he decides to settle down, as what little he knows comes from books, as he's only lived in Volksberg and Ohmskrieg. And that as long as they keep moving, he's not as likely to run into any assassins Catherine might send after him.
[color=00ff66][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color]
Skills:
Swordmanship (Advanced), Bow (Advanced), Crossbow (Average), Animal Handling & Horsemanship (Advanced), Field Tactics (Average), Field Wound Dressing (Basic), Athletics (Advanced), Dancing (Advanced), Singing (Average), Musical Instruments (Advanced), Draw and Paint (Average), Gambling (Average), Languages (Average), Accounting (Advanced), World History (Average), Basic Mechanics (Basic), Diplomacy (Basic)
Strengths: Strong body, good education, wealth
Weaknesses: Tends to say what he thinks, needs to work on developing his diplomatic skills.
Tools:
Armor, sword, bow, crossbow
His wagon (pulled by horses)
The wagon shared by the priestess and the apothecary (pulled by horses)
The cook's wagon (pulled by oxen and cows)
The supply wagon (pulled by oxen)
The drivers' wagon (pulled by oxen)
Strong boxes are in the prince's and the apothecary's wagons, the bulk of his fortune is deposited at a trading house in the Floating City and he bears a letter of credit hidden behind a secret panel.
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[center][color=00ff66][b]What They Most Want: [/b][/color][/center]
Their kingdom back, or a place to settle down and call their own.
[center][color=00ff66][b]If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: [/b][/color][/center]
Lawfull neutral.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Likes: [/b][/color][/center]
Interesting company
A good sword and horse.
Lucia Craft
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Dislikes: [/b][/color][/center]
Coffee shops (The drink is bitter and yet shops seem to be popping up everywhere...)
Bandits (they're everywhere and think they're big bads.)
Greedy beggers.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: [/b][/color][/center]
Bit of both.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Worst Fear: [/b][/color][/center]
Clowns. There's something... unnatural about them. False painted smiles, eyes filled with anger, sadness, or misery, deadpan delivery of jokes.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Color: [/b][/color][/center]
Lincoln green
[center][color=00ff66][b]Most Like The Animal: [/b][/color][/center]
A wolf.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Time of Day: [/b][/color][/center]
The evening, when the heat of the day is gone and the stars appear above.
[center][color=00ff66][b]How They Dress: [/b][/color][/center]
When not wearing his field plate mail or his training leathers, he's usually wearing a checkered leather beret of lincoln green and tan checks, a lincoln green tunic, a slashed tan dublet, a tanned leather jerkin, tanned leather codpiece, tanned leather gloves, lincoln green breeches, off-white hose, and tanned brown boots. (Lucia has promised the next time they find a decent tailor...)
A black leather swords belt with a belt pouch and a dagger in a sheath.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Season: [/b][/color][/center]
Spring, when the world becomes new again.
[center][color=00ff66][b]What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): [/b][/color] [/center]
The Wanderer, as he feels like a fool set adrift in this world.
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[hider=Lucia Craft, fortune teller (retired)]
[color=00ff66][b]Lucia Craft[/b][/color]
[color=00ff66][b]Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: [/b][/color]
Human, 21, 7 days

[color=00ff66][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
This lady puts you in mind of a clever stage magician. She has almond-shaped grass-green eyes. Her luxurious, curly, gold hair is neck-length and is worn in a messy short bob. There is a small burn spot on her head, above her right ear, usually covered with hair. She is short and has a muscular build. Her skin is deeply tanned. She has nearly-nonexistent eyebrows and small feet. Her wardrobe is basic, with a lot of red and gold.

[color=00ff66][b]History: [/b][/color]
Lucia was born a traveler in a field on the side of the road. Her family were entertainers, they would play instruments and her mother would dance for the crowd, while her grandfather sold medicines and his grandmother told fortunes. Some of the stories she's overhear in her grandmother's tent led to a lot of questions, afterward. Like, is that really the proper way of using a tea cozy?

She was nine when one night, her family's living wagon caught fire. When they couldn't get out the door, her grandmother pushed her unconscious body through a window to the villagers outside, saving her life. When she finally woke three days later, were no sign of the other travelers.

One of the villagers put her on a mule, and took her to a monastery. The monks took her in, and tested her, as they tested all children that was brought to them. There was something about her they liked, so they began training her in the arcane and secret mysteries of fortune telling (and intelligence gathering), while stressing the need for her to remain pure, least it affect her gift.

When it was time, the monks put her on a boat with several brother monks, and they traveled to Voltzberg to set up a new temple. Much of her mornings were spent in listening to the stories the monks had gathered from the previous day, then breathing in the smoke and vapors from pots filled with burning 'herbs' while she stare d into a large crystal ball, her mind weaving a pattern she could then share with clients. Only the most important clients could be in the chamber with her, watching as Lucia recited prophecy after prophecy.
The monks made a killing in the Voltzberg stock market.

One of her first clients was the king, who had recently lost his wife of many years, and had an angry son name Justin. There was a thread there, barely noticeable, but it led her to telling the king to send his son away, to college, to study.

A few of the kingdom's ladies of the evening would seek her advice, and shared with her many secrets and techniques, the later she would sparingly share with other clients in need.

Over time, she uncovered several troubling threads that suggested the prince would be in danger should Justin return. But shortly after his father died (not responsible for the fate of those who do not listen!), she came face to face with the prince when Justin came to air his troubles, and she realized she wanted this one to escape the web of lies about to engulf him - and he was very handsome.

As fortune favored, she retired in the evening of Justin's arrest, and was waiting at the ship when Justin, bound and gagged, along with several chests, wound up aboard the same ship.
[color=00ff66][b]Personality: [/b][/color]
A friendly nudist who is very comfortable in her own skin, but has some loose clothing to wear when she must venture from the wagon.
Very curious, she tends to ask a lot of questions. 
[color=00ff66][b]Motivation: [/b][/color]
After being cooped up in a monastery and then a temple, she's looking for some new adventures on the road now that she's finally free.
[color=00ff66][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color]
Very observant and a ready listener. Her mind is quick to create connections. Loves playing with children, she's sometimes mistaken for a child herself. Can climb and swim like a fish.
She can read and write a couple languages. Knows the tarot and can do cold readings.
The occasional wardrobe misfunction.
The monks were very keen on the martial arts, she knows how to chop, block, throw, and rip off ears. Can throw knives and stars.
Crystal ball helps to give her a focus that allows her to find the connections, but a mirror or even a clear puddle works. She's also gets the occasional hint from the universe.
She can see spirits, possibly something to do with her near death experience as a child.
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[center][color=00ff66][b]What They Most Want: [/b][/color][/center]
To travel and see new sights.
[center][color=00ff66][b]If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: [/b][/color][/center]
chaotic good
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Likes: [/b][/color][/center]
Sleeping in a sunny spot
Chocolate
Coffee
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Dislikes: [/b][/color][/center]
Snowstorms
People who do not listen.
People who take out their fears on others.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: [/b][/color][/center]
Yes.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Worst Fear: [/b][/color][/center]
Being trapped inside a burning structure. It still gives her nightmares.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Color: [/b][/color][/center]
Yellow, it's so warm.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Most Like The Animal: [/b][/color][/center]
A cat, seeing all, sharing its affections to those it trusts.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Time of Day: [/b][/color][/center]
The middle of a day, when everything is warm.
[center][color=00ff66][b]How They Dress: [/b][/color][/center]
A straw hat, loose robes that are tied or a tunic, black breeches, sandles. 
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Season: [/b][/color][/center]
Summer
[center][color=00ff66][b]What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): [/b][/color] [/center]
The Wanderer, patron god of all travelers.
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[hider=Apothecary (& Orphic Witch)]
[color=00ff66][b]Name: Mahari Vrargerelde[/b][/color]

[color=00ff66][b]Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: [/b][/color]
Human, 27, 7 days

[color=00ff66][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
This solem lady has beady brown eyes that are like two tiger-eye gems. Her luxurious, wavy, long hair is the color of varnished wood, and is worn in a complex style. She is tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is cream-colored. She has high cheekbones and a large mouth. Her wardrobe is severe and no-nonsense, with a lot of black.

[color=00ff66][b]History: [/b][/color]
Parents Mojorvar and Selriha immigrated to Ohmzkrieg before Mahari was born, settling down in an apothecary shop in the port city of Sarvin. Her mother, Selriha, ran off with a sailor when Mahari was six and her brother Mahmar was four, abandoning them.

She was sixteen when Rhadum Belad came to town, and impressed her with her knowledge of herbs. He began to teach her in secret in the arts of Opheric, impressed on how quickly her talents grew. 

Her brother, however, saw her leaving Belad's house one night and told their father. Mojorvar became insensed and wouldn't listen to her explanations, calling her a slut like her mother and threw her out of the house. Belad, her mentor, took her in, but Mojorvar and Mahmar would throw insults at them any time they ran into them. Belad and Mahari left soon after for the Floating City.

To keep up appearances, she took a job in an apothecary shop and a bed in a bording house, while he set up a quiet office, producing various mana-based artifacts and potions that he discretely sold to various shops. When he was satisfied with her training, she also began turning out her own.  A year later, her mentor explained it was time for him to move on, and that she should consider it herself.
 
By shear accident, she ran into her mother, now Captain Selriha Qiem. It took a few months, but eventually she conviced Mahari to join her as ship's physician. While she had a few flings, and a few adventures, stories were being spread about some of some magical events she wanted to keep quiet. When she met Lucia, a retiring fortune teller, and her just exiled boyfriend, former Prince Justin Tyrell, the fortune teller convinced her it was time to travel a different road where she might be able to practice her gifts to a larger audience.
[color=00ff66][b]Personality: [/b][/color]
Mahari is quietly reserved, a professional apothecary and doctor when needed, while practicing her arts in private. 

[color=00ff66][b]Motivation: [/b][/color]
Trying to put some separation between herself and the sea, perhaps find someone who can share her life.

[color=00ff66][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color]
Skills: Doctor (expert), Herbologist (expert with most plants), Orphic practionioner of the Line of Vunzobre (Advanced). 
Strengths: courage and fortitude, a fighter.
Weaknesses: Self-doubt in social situations. 
Tools: her wand, her tome of magic in a protective case, her personal lexicon, a pouch holding potion vials, Pen & Ink holder, her doctor's kit, her apothecary kit, her distilling stand.
[hider=Optional: Extra Details]
[center][color=00ff66][b]What They Most Want: [/b][/color][/center]
Someone to share their life with
[center][color=00ff66][b]If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: [/b][/color][/center]
Lawful neutral
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Likes: [/b][/color][/center]
Petrichor - the earthy, musky smell that comes after rain has fallen on ground that has been dry for a long time.
Flowing plants
Animals
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Dislikes: [/b][/color][/center]
Abusive men
Suffering of others
Greed
[center][color=00ff66][b]Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: [/b][/color][/center]
They follow their heart more than they should
[center][color=00ff66][b]Worst Fear: [/b][/color][/center]
Being helpless
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Color: [/b][/color][/center]
Yellow
[center][color=00ff66][b]Most Like The Animal: [/b][/color][/center]
A dog

[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Time of Day: [/b][/color][/center]
Morning, when all the possibilities are fresh in the day
[center][color=00ff66][b]How They Dress: [/b][/color][/center]
A yellow head scarf and a peasant's blouse with a brown leather bodice and a green peasant skirt, brown boots, green hose, and a ring leather belt. her
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Season: [/b][/color][/center]
Autumn, when the heat of summer starts to fade.
[center][color=00ff66][b]What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): [/b][/color] [/center]
She pays lip service to the Orphic trickster god of the hunt, the Old Wolf.
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[hider=Sister Mara]
[color=00ff66][b]Name: Sister Mara ([s]Marianna de Roet[/s]) [/b][/color]
[color=00ff66][b]Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: [/b][/color]
Human, 25, 7 days

[color=00ff66][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
This reserved woman has deep-set eyes the color of burnished iron. Her thick, curly, very short hair is the color of desert sand, and is styled as a mop crop. She has a wiry build. Her skin is tan.

[color=00ff66][b]History: [/b][/color]
Agathe and Trym de Roet were court advisors to the former king of the island kingdom of Nouvia. Marianna, their only  daughter, was promised at a young age in marriage to the eldest son, Prince Emanuele Sulayman. Initally warm, his attentions began to cool noticibly as diplomatic negotiations began between Nouvia and the Aphucaevaria Empire.
When it became time to formally receive their ambassador, he brought with him Princess Astrid Feta'u, the third daughter of the Emperor, a stunning dark haired and tanned beauty dressed in fine silks suggesting curves under their translucent panels that drew every mans' eye. When she was introduced to the king, Astrid offered him a pastry she had made herself. The king asked Marianna for a sip of water to clear his palette, then took a bite of the pastry and swallowed. A sudden change came over the king, he began to cramp, his face red and swollen while his breath became labored. Immediately, there were cries of poison - but the Astrid swiftly retrieved the rest of the pastry and ate it completely - with no ill effect.
By the time the court physician reached him, the king was dead. Angrily, Prince Emanuele smacked the goblet out of Marianna's hand and accused her of poisoning the king, his father. He then ordered guards to arrest her and her parents, and to take them immediately to the White Tower, a stronghold now used as a royal prison - and execution site.
However, when the guard escort reached the royal pier, they were suddenly set on by men wearing hoods. One of them managed to get Marianna away, revealing himself to be her elder brother Ádomás. He dragged her to another pier where five cogs waited - and her tutor, Catavignus the Wanderer. Shoving her aboard, he called out that Catavignus would explain everything as the five sailing ships cast off their lines and headed for the harbor entrance. 
Once they were free, the five ships scattered in different directions.
Catavignus explained her parents had become suspicious with meetings between the empire's negotiator and the prince. They had prepared to secure the king against a sudden attack, with plans to get her and the prince to safety. She told the Wanderer about what had happened, and he said it was probably not a poison, but a severe allergic reaction - which explained why the Princess had so readily ate the pastry afterward.
He explained he was to hide her, and offered her a magic satchel her brother had prepared for her, able to hold as much as a room in so tiny a space. However, Catavignus explained that with the prince now looking for her, it necessitated a new strategy. He then shaved her head and made her an initiate Wanderer, Sister Metilia.
Catavignus used his contacts in the Floating City to sell her clothes, then they left the city so that he could begin her education in the Ways of the Road, so that others would accept her as one of them. The few messages they got back were grim, the Empire had absorbed Nouvia, with Emanuele now wedded. Her father had died, and her mother and brothers were in hiding. And there was now a price on her head.
An assassin, posing as another messenger, managed to gravely wound Catavignus before they managed to kill him. The Wanderer told Marianna to change her name, her hair, and to take to the road for her own safety.

[color=00ff66][b]Personality: [/b][/color]
While she smiles and helps without complaint, she's clearing holding back a great sadness deep within her. Oddly enough, she seems to be happiest when repairing shoes.

[color=00ff66][b]Motivation: [/b][/color]
Safety in numbers, never staying long in one place.

[color=00ff66][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color]
Martial Arts - She can do kicks, blocks, throws, and chops. Sometimes they connect.  Watching her do kata makes people think it's some weird exercise.
Quarterstaff - She can do some damage. 
Sling - She can do some damage from a fair distance. 
Herbology - Just the basics. Still has to look stuff up in her lexicon.
Bandaging and suturing - she does a very good job of it, even use the boiled shaft of a feather as a drain (a Nouvia specialty)
Cobbering - able to repair shoes
Prayer - she offers prayers when she is in need to the Wanderer. Sometimes they are granted.
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[center][color=00ff66][b]What They Most Want: [/b][/color][/center]
Security
[center][color=00ff66][b]If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: [/b][/color][/center]
Chaotic Good
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Likes: [/b][/color][/center]
The laughter of children
Rain falling after a hot day
A warm spot to sleep for the night
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Dislikes: [/b][/color][/center]
Screams of pain
Bandits
Those who would do evil
[center][color=00ff66][b]Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: [/b][/color][/center]
Their heart
[center][color=00ff66][b]Worst Fear: [/b][/color][/center]
To be imprisoned
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Color: [/b][/color][/center]
Yellow
[center][color=00ff66][b]Most Like The Animal: [/b][/color][/center]
The fox

[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Time of Day: [/b][/color][/center]
Evening, when people start to relax after the heat of the day
[center][color=00ff66][b]How They Dress: [/b][/color][/center]
A green cloak, a tan tunic, dark breeches, and sandals. She carries a sack on a pole with a pad cushioning where it rests on her shoulder, while the other holds a quarterstaff.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Season: [/b][/color][/center]
Summer it's full of promise
[center][color=00ff66][b]What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): [/b][/color] [/center]
The Wanderer
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[hider=Cian]
[color=00ff66][b]Name: Ciannait Duanei[/b][/color]
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[color=00ff66][b]Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: [/b][/color]
Dark Elf Vampire of the line of Dubhghlass, 247, 7 days
Dark elves are of dark skin, charcoal or bluish-gray, typically subterrainian dwellers. They have incredible darkvision and hearing. In the past, they've raided farms and small villages, something few are willing to forget, even today, and dispised by other elves. Especially feared was the Dark elvish pirate Capt. Blackeye Rattlebones, who some claim still roves the seas. 
[color=00ff66][b]Appearance: [/b][/color]
This girl reminds you of a dangerous spider. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of blood. Her fine, straight, neck-length hair is the color of fine china, and is worn in a severe style. She is tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is a bluish-gray. She has thick eyebrows, pointed ears, and thin lips. 

On her chest is an ancient slave brand, marking her as the property of House Donovani.

[color=00ff66][b]History: [/b][/color]
Born to Brianan and Saibh Duanei when the warmth was just returning to the world, her father worked as a gardener to a wealthy family in the capital of Ohmskrieg. Previous in life, he had been a sea captain with many jilted ex-lovers. 

When Cian was ten, her parents discovered her ability to mimic other people's voices, providing some hours of entertainment.

She was fourteen when an occasional night visitor of her father's pressed a map and a note into her hands to give to him, telling her he would be in the ruins outside of town. On reading the note, Brianan turned pale, then gave her some coins to take to him, and bolted as soon as she was out of sight. When Cian gave the man the coins, town guards rushed in and captured them both. She was hauled in front of the sheriff, who ordered her enslaved for aiding a pirate.

At the slave market, she was surprised to be purchased by an elegant woman, Mor Donovani, who she soon discovered was the chief advisor to the Vultzberg king. On her arrival to her house in the capital, she learned she was to be an attendant to Mor's courtesans,  until she was of age to join them. Part of that included telling Mor everything she could gleam from the courtesans' time with the guests. Impressed with her attention to details, she had her taught as a scribe, so she could write up the reports from the courtesans.

When she became one of the courtesans, a frequent guest, however, tormented her whenever he visited. One night, she struck back at Neasan Hyland and attempted to escape, but was easily captured and beaten by the guards. Mor was furious, and had her branded on the chest, forever marking Cian as her property. 

After she recovered, Mor escorted Cian personally to the rooms of Dughlas Dubhghlass, a very important guest. However, it turned out that Dughlas was not desiring companionship, he was merely... [b][i][color=ff0000]thirsty[/color][/i][/b]. He turned her, that night, gifting the young vampire back to her unknowing mistress. 

Cian was 'sick' for days, then when she was deemed ready, her unfortunate first guest was Neasan, eager to get his revenge for his previous visit. Attendants before dawn found him drained to the last drop and Cian passed out in a stupor. 

A witch in debt to Mor used the seal of the Dead God to hold her in place as she put a geas on Cian so she would obey Mor or her lieutenants' commands, and an iron casket built to hold the new vampire, which was placed in a crypt in the city's graveyard. A servant would come once a week to feed her blood, pouring it into a small bowl on the lid that would drip it into her mouth.

Now and then, Cian would be released by Mor to attack an enemy of the kingdom or of herself, only to be ordered back into the crypt.

After Mor's death, Cian's casket was moved to the castle to safeguard it, to a storeroom adjacent to the caskset strongroom. She was to be the King's weapon of last resort. As before, castle servants secretly fed blood to the sleeping vampire. 

When Prince Justin ordered servants to bring up several chests from the storeroom, her coffer was mistakenly brought up as well.

[color=00ff66][b]Personality: [/b][/color]
Cian is lazy and will argue about everything, but is always concerned about her appearance being immaculate and keeping things organized.

[color=00ff66][b]Motivation: [/b][/color]
Her coffer was mixed among Prince Justin's things, and was loaded onto the ship. 

[color=00ff66][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color]
[color=00ff66][b] Skills: [/b][/color]
[hider=Exotic allure] She's got the skills and the body to make the night memoriable. Of course now, it's likely to be your last.[/hider]
[hider=Hypnotic Eyes] If she locks eyes with another, Cian can slowly pull them into a light hypnotic state, able to obey basic commands. However, if contact is lost before that state is achieved, or the subject is shaken or experiences sharp pain, the hypnosis is broken and they wake up.[/hider] 
[color=00ff66][b] Strengths:[/b][/color]
[hider=Supernatural Strength] With the strength of five men, Cian is able to lift a horse, or she can punch her way through a stone wall.[/hider]
[hider=Supernatural Speed] A side-effect of her strength, she can run flat out five miles in as many minutes - but that does leave her [b][i][color=ff0000]thirsty[/color][/i][/b].[/hider]
[hider=Poison bite] A bite from a vampire of Dubhghlass' line can quickly numb and paralyze their victim, leaving them helpless as the vampire feeds.[/hider]
[hider=Immunity to Disease] Vampires of Dubhghlass' line are unaffected by viruses or bacteria, but it can make the blood taste differently. The black plague gives blood a smoky flavor.[/hider]
[Hider=Regeneration] A vampire of Dubhghlass' line can recover from even grave injuries. Small injuries may be completely healed in a few days, a stake in the heart a month or two. Eyes and limbs may take a couple years. It's why vampires of Dubhghlass' line do not age.[/hider]
[hider=Restoration] A vampire of Dubhghlass' line, even reduced to ash, can be restored with a drop of blood. Cian carries a small vial of blood on her for just this purpose.[/hider]
[hider=Stake]It's often believed that a wooden stake driven through the heart of a vampire will kill it. However, with Dubhghlass' line, due to the nature of their cursed blood, you've only pissed them off. Do you know how hard it is to find a seamstress or tailor willing to work after dark?[/hider]
[color=00ff66][b] Weaknesses: [/b][/color]
[hider=Geas] A word in an ancient language was engraved into the lid of her iron coffin, among others. On hearing that word, she must obey any command given to her. However, pronunciation is important.[/hider]
[hider=Sunlight] When a vampire of Dubhghlass' line is exposed to full sunlight,  their flesh will start to smoke. After a few moments, their flesh catches fire, burning them to ash if they are unable to find shelter or a body of water. [/hider]
[hider=Blood]While a vampire of Dubhghlass' line can hibernate for many years after a heavy feeding, an active vampire must feed on a pint of blood at least once a week to maintain its strength. Blood from a heavy drinker or habitual drug user will affect the vampire as well. If starved for blood, a vampire can become a wild thing, driven by its unquenchable thirst. The smell of blood can be mildly intoxicating, one has to guard their reaction around minor cuts.
A vampire of Dubhghlass' line also can also consume a living victim's life force as it drinks, converting it naturally into Orphic mana, which it stores.[/hider]
[hider=Food]A vampire of Dubhghlass' line can drink water, wine, tea, and coffee, or eat bloody meat, but most food tastes incredibly foul to them. For the unprepared, they can become violently ill.[/hider]
[hider=Dairy]Lactose intolerant.[/hider]
[hider=Demon Eye] Possibly because she's trapped between Death and Life, or maybe it's insanity, but she sometimes see creatures and things that others say are not there. Sometimes they talk to her.[/hider]
[color=00ff66][b] Tools: [/b][/color]
[hider=Seal of the Dead God] A small medallion that resembles (yet isn't) lead, bearing the ancient mark of the Dead God. It feeds constantly on magic, or perhaps the soul? It makes the skin crawl if one gets within an arm's length. To wear one is an almost unbearable torture. There are three on Cian's iron casket, making her an invalid while inside, barely able to move. Wearing one on a necklace leaves her weak.[/hider]
[hider=Iron Casket] This heavy metal coffin has chains to keep it locked up, preventing Cian's escape and allowing her to be safely transported, with three clips securing the Dead God's seals on the lid. A shallow bowl in the lid allows blood to drip into her mouth.[/hider]
Leather armor
A satchel containing a small sharp scalpel, a wooden bowl, a handful of make-up brushes, combs, ointments, lip color, blush, a scrubbing cloth, and a leather-wrapped bar of jasmine soap.
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[center][color=00ff66][b]What They Most Want: [/b][/color][/center]
Freedom
[center][color=00ff66][b]If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: [/b][/color][/center]
Lawful evil
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Likes: [/b][/color][/center]
Blood
The smell of Jasmine
A hot bath
[center][color=00ff66][b]Three Dislikes: [/b][/color][/center]
The Dead God's Seal
The Geas
[hider=Mirrors] - Vampires of Dubhghlass' line can see themselves in mirrors - they just hate them. To see themselves is an unkind reminder of what they used to be. 
Mirrors also do not reflect glamours cast by her line, so one disguised by such will be revealed if one checks their reflection in a mirror, the forgotten reason why they are often found in entryways.[/hider]
[center][color=00ff66][b]Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: [/b][/color][/center]
They do as they're told. 
[center][color=00ff66][b]Worst Fear: [/b][/color][/center]
Crusnik (Krsnik) - Some vampires believe themselves to be on the top of the food chain. They're not. A Crusnik is a type of vampire that preys on vampires. Some can even manipulate their own blood. Having been drained once by Dubhghlass was nightmarish enough, she does not want to experience that again.
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Color: [/b][/color][/center]
Red
[center][color=00ff66][b]Most Like The Animal: [/b][/color][/center]
That is, which animal they are most like- not which one they like the most.
Badger
[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Time of Day: [/b][/color][/center]
Midnight
[center][color=00ff66][b]How They Dress: [/b][/color][/center]
Cian wears a strangely repellant metal seal as a pendant on a necklace. A hard tug on the necklace will cause it to break away, she is forbidden from removing the seal herself.

Her wardrobe is a dark hooded woolen cloak, leather armor styled in some ancient pattern, and an adventurer's satchel, with pockets along its wide strap.

[center][color=00ff66][b]Favorite Season: [/b][/color][/center]
Winter. The cold no longer bothers her and the nights are longer.
[center][color=00ff66][b]What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any): [/b][/color] [/center]
None.
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