"The Flightless Pegasus," Torielle echoed softly. "Expensive and out of the way. Hmm. Perhaps Your Majesty will pay enough that I could afford it." It was supposed to be a joke, but her tone didn't support it. She turned her eyes to the ground as she realised how regretful a thing it was to say.
The heat of the building forced Torielle to turn her head further, bracing herself against the extreme difference across the threshold. As the doors were closed behind her, she shifted her scarf away from her face and head, revealing herself as she looked around with feigned interest. Her eyes swept across the interior, noting the polished stone and perfectly laundered linens that surrounded her.
More impressive than the outside, at least; but not nearly as impressive as the frozen water.
Her gaze continued sweeping as she followed the old guard, searching for something new and exciting. Finding nothing, she took a deep breath as she was led into the hall, a gaggle of strangers waiting for something to happen being their only greeting. Torielle shook her head as she looked each over in kind, careful to avoid eye-contact with anyone.
The guard apologised kindly for the delay; Torielle turned her attention back to him. "Forgive me, sir, but my tea?" She had better control over her tone this time, and smiled weakly, trying to exude a polite kindness in turn, but still pushing for that small comfort that was promised to her just moments before.
After millennia reliving the extreme heat of her death, the bitter cold was a complete shock. Sibley's eyes shot open, and she jumped to her feet faster than she thought possible. She began swatting away the snow that stuck to her bare arms and legs, and shook her head violently to get any stray flakes out of her hair, her steps eerily quiet as she jumped around. "Holy f-"
She quickly silenced herself as she realised she wasn't alone. Looking around at the others, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly open, she straightened herself and pulled her thin shawl as tightly as she could around her shoulders. A cursory glance confirmed that she was the youngest in the group - a situation she was very familiar with - and that they were likely thrown here much as she was. Her gaze swept past the others toward the ruined village before them, scanning building after burnt-out building, corpse after desecrated corpse. The memory of her farmhouse burning flashed before her eyes, and a very familiar anger flared up inside her.
But this wasn't the time or place. She lowered her head and closed her eyes again, desperate to hide the hatred that now shone through them, and listened carefully as the others spoke. It was clear that they knew as little about the situation as she did - perhaps with the exception of the redheaded woman, referred to as Beoulve by the man wearing what Sibley could only assume were haphazardly-arranged scraps of fabric.
She heard the old man offer his jacket to one of the others; she hugged herself tightly, her own dress and shawl doing little to ward off the shocking chill. She wanted to reach out and grab the jacket, but knew it was a very easy way to lose sympathy; instead, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to shiver, as terribly painful as it was. She still felt as weak as the moment she died, her mouth still dry from the heat, her throat still sore from screaming over the crowd. Perhaps though, she thought, if she didn't hide her pain, someone would soon take pity on her as well.
Well, I guess we'll have to see how much civilization is left for her to steal from. Haha.
It'll be like a fairytale. Boy meet girl, girl tries to steal EVERYTHING, boy tries to stop her, they become the best of friends and live happily ever after.
Name: Sibley Arzel Aliases: Sirrah Titles: Renegade Phoenix Age: 19 Place of Origin: Northpass Kingdom: Nalmor Gender: female Time of Death: ~3,000 years ago
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Hazel Hair: Chestnut Brown Day To Day Attire: Comfortable and nondescript. Her style of dress is generally that of a poor farm girl: undyed dresses and shawls with very little decoration make it very easy for her to get lost in a crowd. The only accessory she wears regularly is a silver chainmail bracelet. Strengths: Quick, charismatic, doesn’t look like a kleptomaniac Weaknesses: Kleptomaniac, poor impulse control, doesn’t deal well with authority
Psychological Attributes
Rebellious * Free-Spirited * Chaotic * Trickster
Sexuality: Straight Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sibley is very good at convincing folks that she isn’t here to take anything not nailed down. Upon first meeting her, she has the demeanour of a poor farm girl: quiet, polite, usually won’t speak unless spoken to. Those who know her know that this isn’t the real Sibley: when she is comfortable in a group, she will speak more readily, and tends to speak her mind. She loves to laugh and make jokes, and is known to play tricks from time to time (a favourite of hers is making things disappear). She is rather impulsive, and sometimes has trouble controlling her urges. This most often gets her in trouble when combined with her lack of respect for authority. Regardless, her heart is in the right place - even if it doesn't always seem that way.
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.
Stealth (Grand Master): Sibley learned from a young age how to get around without being noticed. She honed her skills even further upon her arrival in Mourom, and became a living legend after pulling off some of the biggest heists in the kingdom’s history.
Planning (Expert): During her time leading the Renegades, Sibley took it upon herself to plan the heists that financed the group. She single-handedly planned the highest-profile heists, and effectively used her associates’ skills to help pull them off. Her planning experience is largely centered around breaking-and-entering.
Leadership (Expert): Sibley founded the Renegades, and learned how to effectively lead a group because of it. It was with her direction that the group became as prominent as it did.
Sleight of Hand/Pickpocket (Master): Sibley is very good at making things disappear - a useful skill to have when you’re in the business of taking what doesn’t belong to you.
Lockpicking (Master): Sibley is skilled at getting into places where she shouldn’t be, and can easily pick most locks.
Husbandry (Apprentice): Having grown up on a farm, Sibley has a general idea of how to grow food.
Dagger Proficiency (Apprentice): Although she prefers to stay in the shadows and leave any dirty work to her associates, Sibley nonetheless knows a little about fighting with daggers. In her line of work, it’s necessary to at least know how to defend yourself.
Artifacts
A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.
Skeleton Key: An enchanted key that can open any lock, stolen from the king himself. Although she doesn’t really need it, Sibley keeps it with her, just in case.
Shrouded Boots: These black leather boots silence Sibley’s footsteps completely, making sneaking around easier. They were a gift from a fellow Renegade.
Chainmail Bracelet: A gift from her father, Sibley has been told that this bracelet makes spellcasting easier. She has no use for it, but wears it anyway, as a reminder of where she came from and why she fights.
History
"Sirrah" for TREASON AGAINST THE KING & GRAND THEFT teaching the dogs in power what fear is. and grand theft
Myth / Legend: The legend of Sirrah varies depending on who tells it. Some paint her as a hero of common men, the Renegade Phoenix, fighting injustice and dying fearlessly for the cause; others call her a traitor, and hold her up as an example of what happens when you make the mistake of betraying your kingdom. As one might imagine, there is a sharp class divide between the two stories, with the rich and powerful much more likely to vilify her.
Regardless, the basics of the story don’t change. A girl forced from her childhood home under mysterious circumstances, a thief who quickly rose to prominence by stealing from the king himself. A young leader of a failed rebellion, betrayed by one of her own and burned at the stake for her crimes.
Not much is known about her - even her true name has been lost to time. Bards call her “Sirrah”, the word once used to address those who are beneath you, because this was the name she chose for herself: as the leader of the Renegades, she used the name Sirrah exclusively as a show of dedication to the cause. Even her fellow Renegades did not know her true name. As the story goes, when she was finally arrested, the guards demanded to know who she really was; when they addressed her as sirrah, as was custom at the time, she replied that they already called her by name, and refused to answer any further.
What is known, though, is that her death was a turning point for the kingdom. Although the Renegades ultimately failed in bringing down the monarchy (a direct result of Sirrah’s death, some claim), they were successful in stopping the nobles from abusing their power. The king enacted new laws to protect the poor, and many who were responsible for previous abuses were ousted from the royal court.
Childhood: Sibley grew up on her family’s farm outside the village of Northpass. As a child, she often got into trouble, stealing from travellers and playing tricks on neighbours.
When Sibley was 13, a group of soldiers escorting two noblemen stopped in Northpass to rest for the night. As the village had no inn, the group knocked on doors and demanded safe places to sleep, threatening violence if the residents refused. Among those who were forced to cooperate was the Arzel family: they hosted one of the noblemen and his four bodyguards. The guests were rowdy and rude, drinking long into the night and making lewd comments. When they finally fell asleep, Sibley stole as much as she could from them, including weapons, and hid it in the forest behind the farm. Content with her work, she lingered in the forest until dawn.
Upon returning to the farmhouse, she heard screaming and fighting from within. The group was not pleased to find their things missing, and was quick to make good on their threats of violence. Sibley didn’t dare go inside, or even peak in the window; she simply crouched behind the farmhouse, trying her best not to be seen, as she listened to the very one-sided skirmish. She ran when she smelled smoke, and looked back just long enough to see her home slowly go up in flames.
Adolescence: Sibley immediately left Northpass and travelled south to the city of Mourom. She made an easy living for herself as a pickpocket and petty thief, bouncing from inn to inn for several months. A chance meeting at one of these inns led to her forming the Renegades, a resistance group with the goal of bringing down the monarchy and ending the systematic abuse of the lower class, with a man called Roulin. Under Sibley’s leadership, the Renegades grew in numbers and influence, and within just a few short years, they were a household name.
A large part of this success was the way that they financed themselves: using the alias “Sirrah,” Sibley organized a number of high-profile heists, stealing from members of the king’s court and, eventually, from the king himself. When the wanted posters went up, the Renegades publicly took credit, posting their own explanations and encouraging others to join them.
Sibley’s luck ran out when Roulin betrayed her. She never learned the reason, but her leading theory is that the reward for her capture was too big for him to pass up. After spending three months in the castle’s dungeon, she was publicly burned at the stake for treason, just days after her nineteenth birthday. Looking out over the gathered crowd, she saw Renegades and strangers alike; and she knew that her work wasn’t in vain. Regardless of what became of her, change was coming.
Special Moments: founding the Renegades, stealing from the king, getting away with stealing from the king
Character Quote: "Welcome back, glad to see they didn't murder you. Rejoice, and - holy fuck, you're bleeding." Theme Song:Heretic Pride Aura Color: mint green Scent: the vague scent of burning wood lingers on her Anything Else:
“Yeah, I don’t like it either. But you have to take your meds.”
• Name:
Valerie Romero; her friends call her Val
• Age:
30
• Gender:
female
• Sexuality:
Homosexual
• Role:
Caring Caretaker
• Caring • Loud • Dependable • Afraid of the future •
• Personality:
Valerie sees hard work as the only way to get what you want in this world. She tends to keep herself busy, afraid of wasting even a few moments of the day; although she has tried to slow down a bit since moving in with Ms. Deville. She likes to talk and tends to be on the loud side, but puts in the effort to be quieter when around her old teacher. She is grateful to Ms. Deville for everything that she’s done, and is terrified of what her life will look like after her old teacher is gone.
• Hobbies & Interests:
• Cooking • Sketching • Inline Skating • Element Collecting
• Likes & Dislikes:
+ Good music + Beautiful weather + Trying new recipes + Urban/street art + Finding a new element for her collection
- Wasting time - Watching sports - Horror movies - Staying inside for too long - Intolerant people
• Other:
Fluent in Spanish; estranged from her parents; considers Ms. Deville to be her closest family
• Biography:
Valerie is the second child of Manuel & Lola Romero, a couple who emigrated from Honduras in the early 1980s. The other children in her class occasionally made fun of her for her non-Americanized family; whenever this happened, Valerie would deflect the teasing toward the poor student or, more commonly, toward Jack. Although she did her best to hide how it got to her, it made her resent her family and her culture for a long time.
Her parents instilled a good work ethic into Valerie from a young age. They encouraged her to pursue her passions; and when she announced a dream of going to medical school when she was 12, they did everything they could to support her. She graduated from high school with honours, and attended the University of New Orleans for pre-nursing with a full scholarship.
While at university, Valerie realized that she was gay; she met another woman, Andrea, in the pre-nursing program, and the two formed a relationship. Knowing that her conservative Catholic family would not approve of the relationship or her sexuality, Valerie kept it hidden from them until her graduation, when Andrea accidentally let it slip to Valerie’s mother. Valerie was immediately forced out of the house, and hasn’t spoken to her parents since. She temporarily moved in with Andrea, but their relationship soon went south as well, leaving Valerie on her own.
Hoping to save enough money to go to graduate school, Valerie registered as a geriatric aide. She worked in a nursing home for a few years before resigning the position, instead signing up with an agency that matched caretakers to people who need them. Because of a shortage in geriatric aides, as well as her exemplary work at the nursing home, she was given the opportunity to choose which case to take - and, upon seeing her old teacher’s name on the list, didn’t think twice about the decision.
Learning about Jack was a shock for Valerie: the first time she was asked to bring food to the basement, she was confused by the request but obeyed without question. Seeing her old classmate, grown up but still wearing his mask, left her without words. It took her a full week to work up the courage to ask Ms. Deville about it; and when she received what was essentially a nonanswer, Valerie decided it was best to stay out of it. She interacted with Jack very seldomly, only venturing into the basement to bring him his meals, and not speaking to him or even looking at him when doing so.
When Ms. Deville asked her to help put together a reunion for her old classmates, Valerie was thrilled, and more than happy to help with the planning. She did everything she could to help prepare for the event, and is looking forward to seeing her old classmates again.
“Yeah, I don’t like it either. But you have to take your meds.”
• Name:
Valerie Romero; her friends call her Val
• Age:
30
• Gender:
female
• Sexuality:
Homosexual
• Role:
Caring Caretaker
• Caring • Loud • Dependable • Afraid of the future •
• Personality:
Valerie sees hard work as the only way to get what you want in this world. She tends to keep herself busy, afraid of wasting even a few moments of the day; although she has tried to slow down a bit since moving in with Ms. Deville. She likes to talk and tends to be on the loud side, but puts in the effort to be quieter when around her old teacher. She is grateful to Ms. Deville for everything that she’s done, and is terrified of what her life will look like after her old teacher is gone.
• Hobbies & Interests:
• Cooking • Sketching • Inline Skating • Element Collecting
• Likes & Dislikes:
+ Good music + Beautiful weather + Trying new recipes + Urban/street art + Finding a new element for her collection
- Wasting time - Watching sports - Horror movies - Staying inside for too long - Intolerant people
• Other:
Fluent in Spanish; estranged from her parents; considers Ms. Deville to be her closest family
• Biography:
Valerie is the second child of Manuel & Lola Romero, a couple who emigrated from Honduras in the early 1980s. The other children in her class occasionally made fun of her for her non-Americanized family; whenever this happened, Valerie would deflect the teasing toward the poor student or, more commonly, toward Jack. Although she did her best to hide how it got to her, it made her resent her family and her culture for a long time.
Her parents instilled a good work ethic into Valerie from a young age. They encouraged her to pursue her passions; and when she announced a dream of going to medical school when she was 12, they did everything they could to support her. She graduated from high school with honours, and attended the University of New Orleans for pre-nursing with a full scholarship.
While at university, Valerie realized that she was gay; she met another woman, Andrea, in the pre-nursing program, and the two formed a relationship. Knowing that her conservative Catholic family would not approve of the relationship or her sexuality, Valerie kept it hidden from them until her graduation, when Andrea accidentally let it slip to Valerie’s mother. Valerie was immediately forced out of the house, and hasn’t spoken to her parents since. She temporarily moved in with Andrea, but their relationship soon went south as well, leaving Valerie on her own.
Hoping to save enough money to go to graduate school, Valerie registered as a geriatric aide. She worked in a nursing home for a few years before resigning the position, instead signing up with an agency that matched caretakers to people who need them. Because of a shortage in geriatric aides, as well as her exemplary work at the nursing home, she was given the opportunity to choose which case to take - and, upon seeing her old teacher’s name on the list, didn’t think twice about the decision.
Learning about Jack was a shock for Valerie: the first time she was asked to bring food to the basement, she was confused by the request but obeyed without question. Seeing her old classmate, grown up but still wearing his mask, left her without words. It took her a full week to work up the courage to ask Ms. Deville about it; and when she received what was essentially a nonanswer, Valerie decided it was best to stay out of it. She interacted with Jack very seldomly, only venturing into the basement to bring him his meals, and not speaking to him or even looking at him when doing so.
When Ms. Deville asked her to help put together a reunion for her old classmates, Valerie was thrilled, and more than happy to help with the planning. She did everything she could to help prepare for the event, and is looking forward to seeing her old classmates again.
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