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Name: Boudicca (Boo) Graham
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Boo has long, auburn hair which is usually kept loosely braided against her back. She has soft, tired grey eyes, gently tanned skin, and a number of light scars on her hands, elbows, and knees-- the scars of hard work and inexperience from when she first began her life as a farmer's wife. She wears a short red cloak (ending just below her hips) and light leather armor. She is a solid woman, despite her circumstances, with a lean, muscular frame-- inherited from her father. She stands roughly at 5'10".
Personality: Boudicca is a woman with many walls and a dry sense of humor. She is experienced with life's tragedies and feels she does not have much more to give when it comes to caring for other people. She very deliberately plans to live the remainder of her life as selfishly as she must in order to survive. She is quiet, cynical, and prefers to keep to herself. Although she is penniless now, she hopes to one day accrue enough money to purchase some land for herself that is far away from those that would bother her with companionship.
History: Boudicca Graham was once the protagonist of what she once considered to be "the love story to end all love stories". She ran away from her father's estate, riches, and marriage restrictions to be with a young farm boy her age when she was 19. By the time she was 21, she was the proud mother of a healthy baby boy. She loved working on the farm with her beloved. She loved caring for her baby. She wanted nothing more than the happiness of her family. She fed off of their happiness like a grudge feeds upon the soul.
Her little empire of happiness came crumbling down that winter, however, when her son, nearly a year old, became dangerously ill. Panicked, the pair tried everything to cure their son, but the sickness only gripped him tighter. At last, Boo and her husband faced the fact that their son was going to die. That was when, for the first time in her life, she heard someone say "I could use a grudge." Her hair stood on end as she stared at her husband, the gears of her mind trying to wrap around his suggestion without completely recoiling in fear.
"He-- He's on the brink of death, my dear... what would be the cost?"
"It doesn't matter," he'd said, resolute, "I'll sacrifice whatever it takes."
She smiled, warmly but worriedly, "I will stand by you, no matter what happens, love."
Her child was saved and the father became twisted. He became trapped in a perpetual sickness and his body grew weak. Taking on much of the work that her husband could no longer do, Boudicca endured for the happiness of her family. Amidst her many duties, she desperately tried to please her husband, but the fragments that remained of his broken soul were cruel and physically, as well as mentally, abusive. He was no longer the man she once loved, but she was determined to keep her promise to him.
As if the Gods felt she wasn't miserable enough, a band of thieves raided their farm the following fall, throwing a torch through the window of the baby's room after filling their bags with as many valuables as they could find. Boudicca grit her teeth and ran into the flames without a moment's hesitation. Debris fell from the ceiling and struck her, but they felt like mere bird's wings beating at her head. She scooped up her screaming child and carried him outside. By the time she laid him in the grass, he had grown silent. His frail little body shook with pain and shock and for the second time that night, she felt a piece of her soul depart.
The baby's burns began to heal. Through her tears, Boo reached out to hold him. Her arms shook uncontrollably. A shooting pain coursed through her muscles as she pulled him close. Behind her, her husband laughed in the face of the fire as the ashes danced above him. When she turned to look, she saw him twisting the flames into serpents and dragons-- using another grudge just for the insane hell of it.
In the days to follow, many things were to change for Boudicca. She wrote a long letter and left her son on the doorstep of her father's mansion, sold her land, and slid a knife into the back of her husband's skull. It has been many years since her fairy tale romance met it's tragic end. Now she is in Deln-- her stomach empty and purse-cutting knife sharp.
Skills:
Thievery: Over the past several years, Boo has become very adept at pick-pocketing and other such forms of deceit and thievery. Due to her disability, however, her results are not always as consistent as she would like. Nonetheless, she has learned how to work around her infirmities in many ways.
Farming: Naturally, Boo knows all there is to know about running a farm. From how to care for crops to milking cows and sheering sheep. Or at least she used to....
Book-smarts: Growing up in a wealthy family, Boo was monetarily blessed with a prestigious education. She still retains much of her knowledge on history, English, math, and science. Her facts aren't as straight as they used to be, but her confidence in her book-smarts has remained in tact.
Violin/Singing: Another by-product of her once-wealthy life style. She had a teacher for each and excelled in both. Her father was not one to waste money and would not have insisted she keep up the lessons otherwise. She hasn't touched a violin since the incident.
Grudges:
Grudge of Sanctuary: When someone she loves with all her heart is in any sort of distress, Boo can summon the power to become impervious to harm for a short time. When-- and only when-- she comes in contact with the person she is trying to aid, her ability is extended to them as well. This ability does not heal the loved one-- it only shields them from further harm for as long as the spell lasts and Boudicca is touching them. She can only extend her shield to one person at a time.
Grudge of Desperation: This grudge allows Boo to heal someone she cares about. The cost is dependent on the severity of the injury or sickness she is trying to heal.
Grudge of Solitude: Boo desires nothing more than to accrue enough money to abandon society forever. With a wave of her hand, she can knock foes and would-be friends off their feet and across the street. This grudge is one driven by anger and thus far Boo has not had need of it.
Equipment:
Light leather armor, old and worn (breastplate, greaves spaulders, wrist guards)
A hatchet
A knife
A canteen of water
A ring
6 bronze pieces
Remaining Soul Percentage: 75%
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Boo has long, auburn hair which is usually kept loosely braided against her back. She has soft, tired grey eyes, gently tanned skin, and a number of light scars on her hands, elbows, and knees-- the scars of hard work and inexperience from when she first began her life as a farmer's wife. She wears a short red cloak (ending just below her hips) and light leather armor. She is a solid woman, despite her circumstances, with a lean, muscular frame-- inherited from her father. She stands roughly at 5'10".
Personality: Boudicca is a woman with many walls and a dry sense of humor. She is experienced with life's tragedies and feels she does not have much more to give when it comes to caring for other people. She very deliberately plans to live the remainder of her life as selfishly as she must in order to survive. She is quiet, cynical, and prefers to keep to herself. Although she is penniless now, she hopes to one day accrue enough money to purchase some land for herself that is far away from those that would bother her with companionship.
History: Boudicca Graham was once the protagonist of what she once considered to be "the love story to end all love stories". She ran away from her father's estate, riches, and marriage restrictions to be with a young farm boy her age when she was 19. By the time she was 21, she was the proud mother of a healthy baby boy. She loved working on the farm with her beloved. She loved caring for her baby. She wanted nothing more than the happiness of her family. She fed off of their happiness like a grudge feeds upon the soul.
Her little empire of happiness came crumbling down that winter, however, when her son, nearly a year old, became dangerously ill. Panicked, the pair tried everything to cure their son, but the sickness only gripped him tighter. At last, Boo and her husband faced the fact that their son was going to die. That was when, for the first time in her life, she heard someone say "I could use a grudge." Her hair stood on end as she stared at her husband, the gears of her mind trying to wrap around his suggestion without completely recoiling in fear.
"He-- He's on the brink of death, my dear... what would be the cost?"
"It doesn't matter," he'd said, resolute, "I'll sacrifice whatever it takes."
She smiled, warmly but worriedly, "I will stand by you, no matter what happens, love."
Her child was saved and the father became twisted. He became trapped in a perpetual sickness and his body grew weak. Taking on much of the work that her husband could no longer do, Boudicca endured for the happiness of her family. Amidst her many duties, she desperately tried to please her husband, but the fragments that remained of his broken soul were cruel and physically, as well as mentally, abusive. He was no longer the man she once loved, but she was determined to keep her promise to him.
As if the Gods felt she wasn't miserable enough, a band of thieves raided their farm the following fall, throwing a torch through the window of the baby's room after filling their bags with as many valuables as they could find. Boudicca grit her teeth and ran into the flames without a moment's hesitation. Debris fell from the ceiling and struck her, but they felt like mere bird's wings beating at her head. She scooped up her screaming child and carried him outside. By the time she laid him in the grass, he had grown silent. His frail little body shook with pain and shock and for the second time that night, she felt a piece of her soul depart.
The baby's burns began to heal. Through her tears, Boo reached out to hold him. Her arms shook uncontrollably. A shooting pain coursed through her muscles as she pulled him close. Behind her, her husband laughed in the face of the fire as the ashes danced above him. When she turned to look, she saw him twisting the flames into serpents and dragons-- using another grudge just for the insane hell of it.
In the days to follow, many things were to change for Boudicca. She wrote a long letter and left her son on the doorstep of her father's mansion, sold her land, and slid a knife into the back of her husband's skull. It has been many years since her fairy tale romance met it's tragic end. Now she is in Deln-- her stomach empty and purse-cutting knife sharp.
Skills:
Thievery: Over the past several years, Boo has become very adept at pick-pocketing and other such forms of deceit and thievery. Due to her disability, however, her results are not always as consistent as she would like. Nonetheless, she has learned how to work around her infirmities in many ways.
Farming: Naturally, Boo knows all there is to know about running a farm. From how to care for crops to milking cows and sheering sheep. Or at least she used to....
Book-smarts: Growing up in a wealthy family, Boo was monetarily blessed with a prestigious education. She still retains much of her knowledge on history, English, math, and science. Her facts aren't as straight as they used to be, but her confidence in her book-smarts has remained in tact.
Violin/Singing: Another by-product of her once-wealthy life style. She had a teacher for each and excelled in both. Her father was not one to waste money and would not have insisted she keep up the lessons otherwise. She hasn't touched a violin since the incident.
Grudges:
Grudge of Sanctuary: When someone she loves with all her heart is in any sort of distress, Boo can summon the power to become impervious to harm for a short time. When-- and only when-- she comes in contact with the person she is trying to aid, her ability is extended to them as well. This ability does not heal the loved one-- it only shields them from further harm for as long as the spell lasts and Boudicca is touching them. She can only extend her shield to one person at a time.
Grudge of Desperation: This grudge allows Boo to heal someone she cares about. The cost is dependent on the severity of the injury or sickness she is trying to heal.
Grudge of Solitude: Boo desires nothing more than to accrue enough money to abandon society forever. With a wave of her hand, she can knock foes and would-be friends off their feet and across the street. This grudge is one driven by anger and thus far Boo has not had need of it.
Equipment:
Light leather armor, old and worn (breastplate, greaves spaulders, wrist guards)
A hatchet
A knife
A canteen of water
A ring
6 bronze pieces
Remaining Soul Percentage: 75%
So you basically become something a little more than an insane vegetable with Alzheimer's? Am I reading that right?
Quick question~ in what sort of way would one become crippled after using 50% of your soul for a grudge?
I'm interested~
@NightFlight Okay! Sounds good.
At the Academy...
"I'll answer all of your questions soon, I promise," Rowena reassured in response to Petra's many questions, "My name is Rowena. I'm afraid names are a fickle sort of thing to find out. It's a pleasure to meet you, though."
She began to lead the girls down a longer hallway, which led to the back kitchen. This time of day, she knew it to be empty.
โIโm Petra Ducat, also from Diedremere. I was a mine worker down in the tunnels there. So I guess you could say Iโm as good with a pickaxe as you are with that longsword.โ
"Elspeth," the other girl nodded. She was still staring, unabashed, at Rowena's ears, "Of Inisad... I guess."
As Rowen continued leading the small group down the hall, she listened with quiet intent as the elementos named Petra started speaking to Audra.
----
On a street in Jeorva...
"Well, it's not every day one gets to enjoy such open defiance of the greedy bastards. I swear, he got winded picking up the scattered pieces. Allow me to apologize for the intrusion, I'm simply an admirer and a friend in a city where both are in exceedingly short supply.
"Some words of advice from a man who might as well been this boy when I was his age, if you'll have them. I don't know if you're sick of people like that, new to this city, or unaware of how dangerous it is, but they won't likely let something like this slide. The humiliation, you see. Slights fester like infected wounds, so I'd keep a low profile until that fat bastard's ire is on somebody else.
"Also, it's incredibly dangerous to be flashing money like that, especially if it's to help someone else. People here will gut their own mothers for a loaf of bread. Unless you plan on avoiding a city that seems to be comprised entirely out of suspicious alleyways, somebody in this crowd took notice of that and word's going to spread. Somebody's probably planning to see what else you have on you, and honestly, I'm not comfortable with the idea of the first decent person I've seen in months get punished for actually giving a shit about somebody the world gave up on.
"Ah, my apologies. Manners. The name's Randall. Just that, nothing fancy or extra. Keeps people like your friend from finding my whereabouts when I decide to knock him down a peg."
Raine politely listened to the stranger's introduction, though she was slightly alarmed by his sudden appearance. He'd been watching the entire time? She tentatively shook his extended hand. "I'm Raine," she nodded, "Thanks for the advice. I'll... try to be more careful."
"Ah--" her attention then turned back to the boy, "Is this what you're looking for?"
She retrieved the small pouch from her pocket and held it out to him. The boys eyes lit up and it seemed as though he were about to dive for it like it might suddenly fly out of her hands and into the atmosphere. He quickly composed himself, however.
"You-- you had it the whole time?" he said in astonishment as he stood up, "I... I can't thank you enough. Is there any way I can repay you?"
"You could start with your name... and maybe an explanation," Raine smiled as she placed the pouch in the boy's hand.
The boy hesitated for a moment-- either out of caution or shock that someone would bother asking. "My name is Zander," he sighed. Finally, he opened the pouch, removing a small bottle with thick blue glass in the shape of a tear. The liquid contents inside glowed faintly in his palm.
"This is medicine," his sharp demeanor softened as he gazed at it, "It's for my twin sister, Zanna. She's extremely sick and this is the only thing that will help her get better. I made a deal with Maucolyn several weeks ago-- I did some... less than pleasant jobs for him. In return, he said he would give me the medicine. But when the time came for me to collect it...."
Zander's hand wrapped around the bottle tightly, "He said he had a buyer and the money was too good to pass up. He said he'd get another one next fall, but... my sis is dying."
"She needs this right away then, right?" Raine said, looking genuinely concerned.
"Yes...," Zander nodded, "We're staying right in that inn there, actually. I was hoping to make it there and have her drink it before I got caught at least." As he spoke he motioned to a large building located adjacently to the stall that the Periset man had smashed. An elaborately designed wooden sign hung outside the door-- The Capering Caribou, it read.
"I'll answer all of your questions soon, I promise," Rowena reassured in response to Petra's many questions, "My name is Rowena. I'm afraid names are a fickle sort of thing to find out. It's a pleasure to meet you, though."
She began to lead the girls down a longer hallway, which led to the back kitchen. This time of day, she knew it to be empty.
โIโm Petra Ducat, also from Diedremere. I was a mine worker down in the tunnels there. So I guess you could say Iโm as good with a pickaxe as you are with that longsword.โ
"Elspeth," the other girl nodded. She was still staring, unabashed, at Rowena's ears, "Of Inisad... I guess."
As Rowen continued leading the small group down the hall, she listened with quiet intent as the elementos named Petra started speaking to Audra.
----
On a street in Jeorva...
"Well, it's not every day one gets to enjoy such open defiance of the greedy bastards. I swear, he got winded picking up the scattered pieces. Allow me to apologize for the intrusion, I'm simply an admirer and a friend in a city where both are in exceedingly short supply.
"Some words of advice from a man who might as well been this boy when I was his age, if you'll have them. I don't know if you're sick of people like that, new to this city, or unaware of how dangerous it is, but they won't likely let something like this slide. The humiliation, you see. Slights fester like infected wounds, so I'd keep a low profile until that fat bastard's ire is on somebody else.
"Also, it's incredibly dangerous to be flashing money like that, especially if it's to help someone else. People here will gut their own mothers for a loaf of bread. Unless you plan on avoiding a city that seems to be comprised entirely out of suspicious alleyways, somebody in this crowd took notice of that and word's going to spread. Somebody's probably planning to see what else you have on you, and honestly, I'm not comfortable with the idea of the first decent person I've seen in months get punished for actually giving a shit about somebody the world gave up on.
"Ah, my apologies. Manners. The name's Randall. Just that, nothing fancy or extra. Keeps people like your friend from finding my whereabouts when I decide to knock him down a peg."
Raine politely listened to the stranger's introduction, though she was slightly alarmed by his sudden appearance. He'd been watching the entire time? She tentatively shook his extended hand. "I'm Raine," she nodded, "Thanks for the advice. I'll... try to be more careful."
"Ah--" her attention then turned back to the boy, "Is this what you're looking for?"
She retrieved the small pouch from her pocket and held it out to him. The boys eyes lit up and it seemed as though he were about to dive for it like it might suddenly fly out of her hands and into the atmosphere. He quickly composed himself, however.
"You-- you had it the whole time?" he said in astonishment as he stood up, "I... I can't thank you enough. Is there any way I can repay you?"
"You could start with your name... and maybe an explanation," Raine smiled as she placed the pouch in the boy's hand.
The boy hesitated for a moment-- either out of caution or shock that someone would bother asking. "My name is Zander," he sighed. Finally, he opened the pouch, removing a small bottle with thick blue glass in the shape of a tear. The liquid contents inside glowed faintly in his palm.
"This is medicine," his sharp demeanor softened as he gazed at it, "It's for my twin sister, Zanna. She's extremely sick and this is the only thing that will help her get better. I made a deal with Maucolyn several weeks ago-- I did some... less than pleasant jobs for him. In return, he said he would give me the medicine. But when the time came for me to collect it...."
Zander's hand wrapped around the bottle tightly, "He said he had a buyer and the money was too good to pass up. He said he'd get another one next fall, but... my sis is dying."
"She needs this right away then, right?" Raine said, looking genuinely concerned.
"Yes...," Zander nodded, "We're staying right in that inn there, actually. I was hoping to make it there and have her drink it before I got caught at least." As he spoke he motioned to a large building located adjacently to the stall that the Periset man had smashed. An elaborately designed wooden sign hung outside the door-- The Capering Caribou, it read.
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