Emma

Through The Forgotten City

Anthea ran her hand over the dust covered mantel. The layers of cobwebs, and dirt from centuries gone by, graced every surface, nook, and cranny, like a protective blanket. But even under the veil of grime, the ruins of were a site to behold. Crumbling pillars made from the finest marble Anthea had ever seen. A stairway banister intricately carved from Jade. A huge broken chandelier lay in the middle of a once grand ballroom, the iridescent crystals scattered, and shattered across the floor. A few silk tapestries still clung to the walls, embroidered with gold and silver threads, depicting scenes you would only find in your dreams. Anthea had been inside the wealthiest noble’s castles, and manors. She had seen, and stolen many beautiful things, gems, jewels, art, gold, gowns, and other tangible beauty, but this place, these ruins, were by far the most magnificent thing she ever laid eyes on. It felt almost criminal, barbaric even, to disturb the once great city, which had stayed sleeping for so long, forgotten and alone within the forest.

All the while, she admired the beauty of the enchanted ghost city, she completely forgotten that she had left Elle outside the city entrance alone with only the horse. Sighing as she walked back out of the building, and down the perfectly laid cobblestone road she went back to where Elle was. Anthea could not wait to find all the treasures of wonders hidden around this place.

“Elle, just wait till you see this place. It’s absolutely fantastic.” She said walking up to Elle. Rubetta the horse nickered at Anthea, then went straight back to munching on the clover patch on the ground.

It was rather early in the morning, Anthea hadn’t noticed any other people around, but the place was huge and it would take days thoroughly go through the whole area, so it was likely there was a few folk around. She stretched her arms into the air, totally ready for the adventurous day ahead.

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Name: Anthea Lavinia Noir

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 24

Equipment:

- She has her horse. A dapple grey andalusian horse, named Rubetta.
- Long Sword sheathed at her hip. Belonged to her late Brother.
- Around her neck she wears a long delicate chain that her holy pendent hangs from. The pendent depicts the goddess of luck and prosperity, Lady Ondine, whom is one of the many gods/goddess the Lorelae cult worships and believes in.
- gourd canteen filled with water, tied to her rucksack.
- She has three of her favorite daggers hidden on her person. First one at her waist. Second one in her boot, and third one up her sleeve. She is rather found of daggers and they are typically her go to weapon.
- Rolled up in a neat large piece of well waxed canvas, is a colorful woven blanket, and a few extra clothing items, tied to her rucksack.

- A rucksack holding the following listed below.
- Small purse of jewels and gems she has stolen over the last few months, from tombs, graves, and nobles homes.
- A black leather roll, carrying several different vials of poisons. Including one of her own concoction, known as 'Dragon Blood'.
- A rune die. These dice are made and carried by people of the Lorelae cult. They are used for seeking answers, for divination, interpreting/reading signs, events, omens, and also help you find your way like a compass.
- Little tinderbox, and a flint stone.
- Little wooden box, holding needles and thread.
- Small bit of food provisions, such as bread, jerky, and dried fruits.
- Some Fishing Net
- A book she keeps. It is full of recipes and such for brewing poisons, medication, and potions. She has been writing it all down in this book for the past four years.
- Her thieving tools rolled up in a bit of leather.

Brief Bio: She is very daring and has a thirst for adventure. She is not made for the quiet life. She stakes all her property and even her life on luck, and being clever. She is strong, impulsive, courageous, agile, and sly. She is deeply moved by any soulful, or sad stories, and normally wants to help the person, but she is not gullible for she has extremely good Judge of character.

Born to her single mother Talia, a dancer for a traveling dance troupe. Talia was sixteen when she gave birth to Anthea. When Anthea was three years old her mother joined the Lorelae cult, leaving her dancing day behind her. Anthea was raised by her mother, and the other Lorelae adults. When Anthea was eight her mother married to Lance Cornwall. Lance was a nice gentleman, and one of the high esteem in the small Lorelae group.

When Anthea was twelve, the group was traveling through the eastern area, and one night on there way to the next city called Boomblaar, raiders came out of nowhere, and raided there caravans, and wagons. They took Talia, three other woman, three of the horses, and all the money with them, as they shouted and laughed. Anthea never saw her mother again. For the next four year she stayed with the cult, and her step father. Hoping that if she stayed with the group, she may find her mother, but she knew that it was impossible, her mother was slave somewhere, she was never going to see her again. When she was seventeen she left after disparagement with one of the high elders. She had had a lot of questions and misgivings about the religion she was raised to follow.

For the last seven years she has been traveling around, as an assassin, thief, and potion brewer for higher. Stealing gold/jewels, looking for an adventure, and exploring the world. Though she was raised strictly in the Lorelae religion, and later left it, she still believes in what she was taught, but chooses to follow it her own way, without all the rules, ceremonies, and other traditions.

Any other interesting tidbits about your character:

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*Throws a Tantrum*