Name: ‘Lore’ short for Laurellyn
Age: 23 years old (though you couldn’t tell).
Race: Cat - Human
Two bright almond shaped green eyes that glow in the reflection of the moonlight, her pupils widen and narrow, appearing as dark abysses sucking you in.
Her fur is of a sultry silken midnight black save for the tips of her large ears that stick out of her makeshift hat and the tip of her swishing tail.
From an old blue scarf she managed to make her makeshift coat and from clasps, ribbons, handkerchiefs and strips of leather she made herself a nice belt and pouches to carry her supplies in.
She stands about a halfling’s height, so she’ll reach to someone’s thighs if you include her ears.
Yes, you are looking at a cat ladies and gentlemen.
Nervous in uncertain situations, curious and studious with a streak of mischief and tendency to pretend she is braver than she actually is.
Though when the gloves come off she will snark at you like an old man, insult your family and put her claws in your genitals. All is fair in love and war after all.
To her friends she is generally very kind and holds onto a strange sense of loyalty. She hates dirty smelly socks and spiders and isn’t always on the right side of the law allowing her own desires to get the better of her.
Lore was an apprentice mage after all, so her skills lie in casting some spells, mostly convenience ones dealing with cooking, cleaning or mending.
She has studied the more powerful spells, but in theory only. Her master never really took the trouble of teaching her anything in the first place she was meant as ‘decoration’ or simply to claim he had a student. But that didn’t deter her from trying shit herself. She taught herself some convenient magic mostly, but she got a hold of more controlling spells; such as locking doors, pinning down relatively weak creatures or a single guard long enough for her to make a clear getaway.
She also had been forced to learn how to implement her more…unlawful skills; stealing, swindling and lock-picking. It wasn’t that she wanted to do those things, but a girl’s gotta eat.
Due to her curse she is losing her memories slowly bit by bit and ultimately she’ll lose herself completely if she can’t get rid of it.
She’s a sucker for handsome people.
She’s a chicken at heart, she’d much rather run than fight.
If she performs more powerful spells they could either fail completely or won’t hold for long.
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Laurellyn was chosen to become an apprentice during her 14th year. Her eagerness and hope for the future was that she would one day became one of the revered High Masters and be offered great amounts money and prestige.
She dreamed of such childish things as having handsome men fall at her feet in devotion and whom she would keep as her butlers so they could massage her worries away and read poetry to her.
A life of luxury and adoration.
That was her dream then…her future however turned out to be quite different.
She was stuck either following her Master around when he went out and was more or less the indentured servant.
She was stuck doing menial house work like washing his socks, cleaning his Tower, fetching and returning the books he borrowed from the Arcane Library, cooking his meals, feed and clean his experimental mice and a whole lot of other stuff he deemed beneath himself to do. Those first years she learned practically nothing, but read quite a lot to at least feel like her time wasn’t truly wasted.
As she became older she demanded that he would teach her, slowly gaining ground and trying to catch up on the years of education she missed. Slinging spells and making some great strides in actually being a mage.
But it wasn’t until 2 years ago that everything changed for her.
Her Master had brought a powerful magic artifact home and like always had simply ordered her around cleaning his things for him. She had inquired after his stone, but he had waved it off with empty promises of him teaching her ‘something’ upon his return. He told her to leave the artifact be, but the artifact had a lure she couldn’t resist and when her Master was planning to go out she had seen her chance.
Maybe the artifact could aid her in becoming stronger, gain more knowledge or anything else that could aid her to combat the drudgery of her life.
So she sneaked into his chambers and took a peak.
She found the simple amber stone, it held a molten red alluring glow and she couldn’t help but admire it up close. Holding it in her hands she could feel it brimming with power.
That was when tragedy struck.
Her master returned home unexpectedly and the stone had slipped through her fingers shattering all over the floor. Upon the discovery her Master had grown so angry that he had literally thrown her out of the tower telling her to never return.
It was then that her whole world started changing, her whole being changed.
No longer were her days filled with the mundane routine, no now she was struggling to survive on the streets. She had slept under a bridge that first night and even had looked at the scraps that people had thrown out at a nearby inn, but the dogs had chased her off. In her horror she had attempted to catch a mouse but upon catching it, the beady eyes begged to be released and she simply couldn’t deal with the fact that she had to lose all of her humanity in order to eat so she had to go hungry that night.
That was two years ago, she had gone from a fair Mage’s apprentice to her scruffy beastly form stealing sausages and slinging grease spells when she had to, taking odd jobs to make ends meet and sleeping in the attic of one of the many community stables Pandarosa had for the mounts of their travelers.
Current possessions: Aside from her attire;
- A small pocket mirror
- A small pouch containing some of the tools she uses; think lockpicks, needle and thread, a couple of buttons and marbles.
- One small kitchen knife
- A length of rope
- An old red hair ribbon