Name: Torielle Logan
Aliases: Tori (nickname), Torielle Williams (maiden name)
Gender: female
Age: 25
Race/Ethnicty: unknown (likely mixed) African descent
Place of Origin: Alcatraz Priestdom (former San Fransisco)
Occupation: Wanderer, former soldier
Height: 5’8
Weight: ~135 lbs
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Torielle has a faded, almost imperceptible scar on her forehead: while the scar’s shape is vague, it almost appears to resemble a burning key.
Day To Day Attire: Torielle generally wears whatever she finds most comfortable; her current clothing are mostly muted colours, and are travel-worn but not quite threadbare; she also wears hardened leather armour that covers her torso and upper arms.
Strengths:
- Weapons Proficiency: Torielle’s training as a Faith Keeper Soldier has prepared her to fight effectively with a number of different kinds of martial weapons; she prefers using a longbow, however will gladly take up a sword and shield if the situation demands it.
- Tactical Thinking: Torielle is able to think quickly in stressful situations, and can be trusted to make tactical decisions at a moment’s notice.
- Bravery: Torielle is not easily frightened, and is much more likely to fight to the death than to surrender or retreat.
- Survival Skills: During her travels, Torielle learned how to take care of herself outside of the stable comforts of city living.
Weaknesses:
- Self-Doubt: After losing her husband, as well as the religious fire that burned within her for so long, Torielle struggles with uncertainty, both in her personal beliefs and in her abilities.
- Bigotry Toward the Faithful: Torielle goes to great lengths to avoid interacting with the Father’s faithful; when forced to do so, she is verbally abusive and rude, often threatening violence if the interaction lasts long enough.
- Superstitious: Despite her clear hatred for the Father’s faithful, she still occasionally acts on the cultural and religious superstitions with which she was raised. Old habits die hard, after all.
- Attached: Torielle has an extreme fear of losing her locket, and is overprotective to the point of getting upset when people so much as look at it.
Items Of Note:
- Hardened leather armour with a vine-like pattern carved lightly into it.
- Longbow & a quiverfull of arrows. While it is possible for her to strap the bow over the shield on her back, she generally prefers to carry it.
- Longsword strapped to her belt.
- Shield strapped to her back.
- A backpack containing a bedroll, a canteen, several days’ rations, a tinderbox and a compass.
- A locket containing a miniature of her wedding portrait, a gift from her late husband. She hasn’t opened it since his death.
Born on the coast and growing up with the island of Alcatraz within view on the horizon, Torielle was once a zealous follower of the Father. Her mother was a missionary, regaling her with stories of her travels but fearing the job was too dangerous for her daughter to come along - a fear that proved valid when she failed to return from a trip to the Triumvirate. Her father was a Faith Keeper Soldier. When she was old enough, Torielle gladly accepted the mark of faith, and entered training to follow in her father’s footsteps.
It was in training where she met the love of her life - not a soldier himself, but an administrator working closely with her unit. They married not long after, and lived happily together for three years. Torielle felt nothing missing, and truly believed she was living her most perfect life.
Things changed when her husband was falsely accused of committing a series of murders. The circumstances surrounding his arrest and ultimate execution led to a major crisis of faith for Torielle, who ran away under the cover of night, ten days after his death. She wandered east into the Kingdom of Dall, unsure of where to go but driven by a desperate need to get away, and eventually made her way to Praetor City. Somewhere along the way, she found a sorcerer willing to erase the tattoo from her forehead, leaving behind a faint scar that hints at her past.
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