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Name: Adeline "Addy" Reese
Age: 30
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Many rumors abound that Miss Reese keeps the company of either sex; she does nothing to quell them. People will talk.
Relationship Status: Single

The Body


Height: 5'9"
Weight: 124
Hair: Black as midnight
Eyes: Green as an emerald
Skin Tone: Colored
Appearance:
Miss Reese is something of a child of controversy least of all because of lingering sentiment from unsavory sorts. The controversy comes more from her preference towards two rather unique schools of thought. She admires the flapper style of skirted dress, short hair, and a rather long cigarette. She, however, can mostly get away with it when she's on stage and the spotlight beams down on her harder than the eyes of the audience. It's when she adorns pants, men's slacks, and the accompanying vest that it becomes a little harder to defend for those who see it as a problem. 

The Soul


Likes: The clink of ice as a drink is downed. The electric hum that hangs over a crowd as they await a show worth remembering. The sound of rain pattering off the roof. The first drag of the day. Stimulating conversation. 
Dislikes: Crime, even of the organized sort...especially of the organized sort. The ocean, more specifically boats. Zeal of any sort, it's a remarkably bad look. Large cats, even a house cat has her rather wary. 
Skills:

Can charm the hat off of almost anyone worth charming.
A quick wit betrays a quicker intellect.
Regardless of how good she is or isn't, when talking fails she isn't afraid to scrap.
Has a stash of money. Just in case.
Can't drive a car but she can still ride a horse.

Brief History: 

Born in Louisiana and was considered a real swamp witch given the proximity to the bayou.
Father was a gator farmer. Brother lost an arm which led to him losing a whole lot more.
A trip to the city to sell meat and skin had Addy hearing the blues for the first time.
Stole herself a banjo. Her daddy paid for it.
Attended Dillard University to learn enough to get by.
Relocated to Chicago, playing piano and banjo. Worked her way up to singing. Caught the attention of a club owner out east.
Miss Reese's Quartet becomes something of a staple in the New York nightlife, and yet she wants.


The Story


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The Ether

Color Code: CC00FF
Theme Song: Make it tens or twenties baby.  This is not required, just for funsies.

And anything else you feel pertinent to add, even as for yourself to reference.

Name
Sabine Morrick

Nickname/Alias
The Spellbinding Sanctimonious Sesquipedalian

Age
25

Gender
Female

Rank
B-

Physique
Sabine has quite the eccentric, or rather messy, appearance about her which starts all the way at the top. Specifically, her chocolate brown hair is both wildly unkempt and on the short side with uneven parts and frays that suggests an unsteady and unsure hand held the scissors of style. Recently her hair has been growing out a bit more which has the ill effect of bangs getting into her seagreen eyes - more a general annoyance than anything else. She doesn't cut an imposing figure, standing at a slightly above average five-foot-ten, and her slender, lankish frame doing her more favors for her height and stride than anything else. Her sense of style is rather eccentric to boot. Most days sees her attired in a form fitting tunic and and skirt with a belt around her waist - the belt isn't exactly a belt but a rather long and seemingly endless scroll of parchment that is vital to her spell casting process. Some days she'll vary it up, wearing more 'boysih' clothes such as vests and shorts, but the one constant is in her foot and legwear. Her shoes are mismatched, with her left foot having a black heeled boot with a thigh-high legging tucked into the boot; her right foot is just a red heeled thigh-high boot. 

Attached to her outfit, much like a holster would hold a gun, is a pocket book that resembles a pocket dictionary mixed with a journal. This is kept in a special satchel near her belt-scroll.

Her guild mark is located on her left palm, often obscured by gloves. 



Personality
It wouldn't be unexpected if the common sentiment from her peers is that Sabine is rather...grating to be around even despite her general upbeat nature. It doesn't matter how positive and optimistic one is - and if Sabine is anything...well if she's two things then positive and optimistic is what she is - when you grate on people's nerves they tend to try and limit their time around you. And Sabine has an unfortunate ability to grate on people's nerves, sure some might find the way she tries to see the best in a situation no matter how dire to be grating, but the real annoyance comes in how she communicates and interacts with people. Because of the nature of her magic and just because of who she is, Sabine has a tendency to talk. And talk. And talk. And to do so incredibly quickly with, and this is the real annoyance, frequent use of long, often archaic, words that she assumes make her sound smart but really come off as incredibly pretentious at best and smugly intellectual at worst. 

While her penchant for diatribe might seem like it makes her ill suited for socialization, it really only gets so bad if people converse with her, most other times she'll likely be found in one of two places: buried with a book in the library or helping out at the bar - both for the same general purpose of expanding her lexicography: one via old fashioned learning and the other by more personable interacting. Sabine will often come across like she's the smartest person in the room, and depending on the makeup of said room that may well be true, but despite her book smart intelligence she is still lacking a bit in tact and social grace. However, she's almost unable to lie both because of her incredibly awful poker face and her honest belief that lying solves nothing even if it makes a sad person feel better for a scant few moments. 

Sabine is somewhat eager to impress and would like to accomplish two things in particular: expand her Lexicon and to work with every member of Dragon Heart at least once. Assuming they can stand to be around her in larger doses of time. 

Likes
✔ The sound of cracking open a book for the first time, bonus points if it has that 'dusty book musk'. 
✔ Cats. They're just the cat's meow.
✔ Rainy weather that doesn't include thunderstorms.
✔ Food that is slightly overcooked. 
✔ A glass of wine. Two is the limit. Three is a party.

Dislikes
✘ Liars, particularly those who do so at the drop of a hat.
✘ Snow and general freezing temperatures.
✘ Boorish men and women. Bullish ones too.
✘ Any insect that is larger than a gnat. 
✘ Card games and gambling. Likely because she keeps playing them and busting out in five hands.

Fears
-Never accomplishing her dreams while perishing without a second thought from those she cares about.
-Amnesia, or really the loss of her mental facilities and learned materials. 
-Anything that has a stinger and flies. 
-Old tomes and landmarks being lost forever, be it by intentional destruction or simply lost to the elements. 
-Freezing cold.

Brief Bio
Born in a little hamlet known more for its long winters than anything else by the name of Casellia, Sabine's early life was something of a sheltered one. Her father was, as far as she knew, unemployed though her mother, an owner of a small book store, would say to a young Sabine that her father "worked at the tavern" which was the first of many lies that Sabine was saddled with. From a young age, shortly after she was able to sound out words, Sabine was made to read books by her mother, most of which were from the store but there were some that came from her mother's private collection. While other kids were having snowball fights and running around, Sabine was learning how snow was made. She never assumed she was being made to look for something amidst all the books. 

Sabine found out the hard way what 'worked at the tavern' meant when the door to the family home, the first floor of which was her mother's book store, was kicked open by a group of angry people demanding payment for loans and debts accrued from both the loans and gambling. Sabine's mother managed to extend the repayment date, though it came with her husband - Sabine's father - suffering wounds and bruising for the trouble. When she asked who those people were, Sabine's mother told her that they were mages, that they were bad people, and that it was vital that Sabine keep up with her reading. She was instructed by her mother to start copying down the contents of the books she was reading just in case the bad men wanted to steal them. 

Because the bad people who wanted what they were owed were, well, bad people, they came back regularly just to harass or vandalize. At the same time Sabine, growing tired of endless reading, was defacing a book by drawing in the margins - and her drawings started to glow and disappear into the book. Sabine, excited, ran to show off to her parents - who were in a heated argument with the 'Mages'. Sabine, understandably afraid of the scene, shrieked at everyone to "chill out". The book in her hands lit up and the inside of the book shop was caught in a blizzard harsher than even the frigid winters of Casellia. Sabine, however, remained unaffected by the cold, simply closing her eyes in fear. When she opened them once the winds stopped howling, the bad people were encased in ice - as were her parents. 

Sabine didn't know what to do so like any young child, she ran for help. Fortunately, there were some good people that happened to be actual Mages in town at the time so she didn't have to run far. They were there to investigate rumors of someone distributing and dealing in forged magical texts as well as confirm that the counterfeiter had legitimate stolen goods. When they found a girl clutching a magic book she had unknowingly used and thus bound to herself there wasn't much choice in the matter. The girl went along with them after telling them she wanted to find a way to undo what she had done to her parents and the bad people. 

Despite the incident, Sabine recovered from it mostly intact. Once she understood about magic and the like, she found her way to Dragon Heart where she was initially wary but eager to meet people. Most tended to avoid her because of her strange over-eagerness, but she managed to make her first friend - Lucan - largely because he was one of the few who didn't just tell her to stop talking. It's almost been ten years since she's been a full fledged member of the Guild and she's matured somewhat thanks to the people who mostly don't seem to actually dislike her. 

Even so, she still refuses to use ice or cold related spells. 



Magic
Letter Magic - Word Lexicon


Description
Sabine's magic comes in the unique combination of two sources. The first is the book she keeps on her person at all times. It is known, or she calls it, as her Lexicon and contained within the Lexicon are words she can turn into applicable magic. The second aspect comes in her belt-scroll. In order to use the magic contained within the pages of her Lexicon she has to write the words on her scroll which then allows the magic to be cast. While she is able to add words to the Lexicon, she can only ever cast spells if they come from her Lexicon.



Spells

Conflagration:
Arguably the bread and butter of such magic, it's a favored spell of Sabine's. What started as a simple fire spell now produces a large fire, or explosion. Conflagration can be used as a ranged fireball type of spell or channeled through her scroll like a whip of fire. 

Palisade:
A purely defensive spell that puts up a crude palisade in front of her. She can modify the material to make it more effective but regularly it's a crude wooden barricade that offers, generally, a brief moment of respite. 

Inundation: 
The yin to conflagration's yang, inundation creates a whirlpool spiraling towards wherever she spirals her scroll towards. 

Escutcheon: 
Similar to palisade in that it's a defensive spell, Escutcheon turns her scroll into effectively a shield. What it doesn't do is make it so every attack is warded off - while it is used to ward off physical magic attacks, it's dependent on Sabine's own physical strength in order to deflect succesfully. 

Fulmination: 
Fulmination charges her scroll with electricity which she can discharge if she cracks her scroll like a whip. 

Precipitateness
With this spell active, Sabine can run quite like the wind and jump further than normal. Unfortunately she gets exhausted even quicker using this spell. 

Items
Her Lexicon, a pocket dictionary of spells kept on her person at all times. She can add to it once she learns the appropriate word and spell effect. 
Her scroll, kept on her person and worn like a belt. 

Miscellaneous
She really, really wants a pet cat. 
Has been working the bar a lot more recently because she wants to get to know people better, and what better way to do that than by buttering them up with booze.
She knows she shouldn't, but she can't resist card games. It's a compulsion.

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