Name: Regan Shauna O’Bagley
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Class/Faction: Warden of the White Council
Background: : While not super rare, Regan is one of those few born to a pair of White Counsel parents who they themselves were first generation wizards each. Father was a member of the healers beneath High Councilor Listens To Wind, and her mother is known to be a warden of ridged discipline, if not harshly fair when dealing with her subordinates. As Such Regan grew up mostly in the magical world and not the mortal one. Given both of her parents extremely busy life styles working for the White Counsel, A good deal of her early childhood was with extended family, on the family farm, where her love of physical activity and working with her hands began.
When she came into her magic she spent most of her time in a boot-camp-like apprenticeships with her parents. Given such intense tutelage and already having a good deal of her life dictated and informed by her knowledge that the supernatural was real she quickly made wizard. While her mother wanted her to go to the wardens, and Regan herself certainly hadn’t been opposed to the idea, she eventually found a place in the white councils support structure. While she certainly was not afraid now poor at evocation or combat, her greatest gifts laid in healing and artifice. It was not long before she held positions in both the white council’s medical core and their workshop. Making her busy both tending to the wounds of returning wardens as well as arming them with new tools or repairing their damaged ones.
That was, of course, before the great war broke out. Given her aptitude for combat and other desirable skills she was rather swiftly called into active warden duty. She because something of a unique field operative, one of the few with advanced medical knowledge she became something of a field medic on the front lines of conflict.
Personality: Regan is a...passionate young woman. She never does anything by halves and if she is going to feel something she is going to feel it strongly. This leads to her having something of a short temper so hearing her frustrated curse echoing through the council halls is not uncommon for those who spend much time in Glasgow. luckily she couldn't hold a grudge to save her life. She may be screaming mad at you one minute but an hour later she'd half forgotten what she had even yelling about if it wasn’t a matter of life or death.
Magic Type(s):
Enchanting: She is a excilent enchanter and artificer
Healing: The healing arts are a hard path to walk. A combination of modern knowledge and arcane practices that not many are suited for. Healing with magic takes a lot of time prep and energy, so a great deal is done with groups and in rituals. That is why a great many of the white council medics are equally knowledgeable with needle and thread, because sometimes sewing up your patient and getting them back to the hospital is their best chances of surviving.
Terramancy: Her primary form of elemental magic and her home ground in terms of combative evocation spells.
Equipment: 'The Wacker'
A sizable walking stick, almost more like a cane fit for her significant size, coming just above her waist. In truth it is an oversize shillelagh that functions as her staff. Good for earth magic's and decent for raw force, and serviceable for the various other elements outside of her expertise. Also good melee weapon, hard to beat a good old fashion cudgel for breaking heads eh?
A sliver necklace carved with all sorts of old runs, her primary defensive tool, by activating it with the phrase 'Timpeall' she creates a defensive sphere of gravity about herself, that literally causes object either orbit around her in about a 3 yard radius or if they are solid enough/coming with enough force to be rebounded back, magic/stamina allowing of course.
A pair of special gloves and boots, when she runs power through them they allow her to manipulate gravity in close proximity to those items in really rudimentary way. To repel or attract. Handy for climbing up walls, deflecting blows in close combat, or getting a really well aimed punch on a slippery foe.
'The Sack'
A large over-the shoulder messenger bag that carries her various crafting tools and medical supplies. It is be spelled leather to make it extra durable and help protect the sometimes delicate supplies inside. As such it makes a handy last minute shield.
Items: Chalk, Spools of copper, silver, and gold wire, glass vials for collecting the sort of things that need to be collected in vials, large pocket knife, swiss army knife, an ugly, old, iron pocket watch with the 5 pointed star of magic engraved on the outside of it. Pen and paper for notes/crafting plans/ect.
The warden’s Grey Cloak, tough, resilient and stain proof, as well as her Silver warden’s sword, hers modeled after a
Hallstatt SwordOther: Regan Is a towering and imposing figure, Standing at a solid 6'2'' and build like your average farm hand With a musculature that speak to someone who not only spends a great deal of her time doing hard labor but who works to maintain what she'd call 'a battle ready body'. Her hair is long, fiery red, and carefully braided at all times. Her eyes a dark, subtly rich, green; reminiscent of pine-trees. Her casual ware is nothing outlandish or remarkable, though given her crafting talents she tends to have a fair bit of jeweler on her when on active ops, especially when she knows what to prep for.
