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@Sputnik

Nae a body expects th' Scottish Inquisition!

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

HI!

So, umm... I can't read a map, as it turns out. I have Sister Mary Hale based out of St. Etheldreda's Church in Westminster, London. Turns out I got that horribly confused with another church, and I need to flip that around to Holbrook, in between the West End and Cheapside.

It turns out that the Church moved her smack dab into the middle of the developing Cockney community. Request permission for a CS change, ma'am?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Sister Mary Hale

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Sister Mary Ignatia Hale

_{Hale, Mary
full of grace
the Lord is with thee.}

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Character Summary

Name: Sister Mary Ignatia Hale, Dame of the Holy Order of St. Sylvester
Social Class: Clergy (Upper Middle Class)
Age: 22
Birthday: August 17, 1800 - Leo (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: Scottish
Birth Place: Stirling, Scotland, U.K.
Residence: Rooms in The Ely House, St. Etheldreda's Church in Holbrook, London
Gender: Female
Education: Divinity & Swiss Guard training in Vatican City, Rome, Italy
Income Source: Catholic Church, annual salary of £225 Sterling (or equivalent for country), plus expenses related to occupation.
Native Language: English

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Appearance

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 148
Build: Solidly athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red, wavy, past shoulder length
Skin Tone: Pale, some freckling
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rough hands and feet from labor and physical training, knees and elbows show similar marking

Personal Style:
　　　When not on the job, Mary prefers to dress in hooded white robes with patterned red trim, reminiscent of older Celtic styling (think White Mage). It also serves to accent her complexion and hair color, as well as conceal weapons easily.

　　　She prefers otherwise to attire herself in a professional manner, in accordance with her Order: Long, fitting, black cassock with gilt laurel edges along the cuffs and high collar, double-breasted, but without the white collar insert. It is utilitarian and militaristic in nature, but still easily points her out as a dedicated member of the Church.
　　　
　　　Always carries a particularly sturdy rosary. Plus a spare.

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Psychology

Disciplined * Strong-Willed * Kind * Formal * Seraphic * Brutal

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Bride of Christ (How’s THAT for an NPC spouse?)
Personality:
　　　
　　　Dame Mary Hale (or Sister, as the Anglicans don’t recognize her position) is an extremely professional warrior for God and the Vatican (That's God first, Rome second). But she is also an inquisitive and healthy young lady with a keen sense for detail. Sometimes, these two things fight with one another. This has led to a series of particularly interesting sessions at Confession for those Monsignors unfamiliar with Mary.
　　　
　　　She truly wants to make lasting friendships, but her upbringing in the Vatican and transient nature of her occupation make that extremely difficult. She takes her vows seriously, and tends to speak with humble but blunt honesty; not because she likes shocking reactions from others, but because it was how she was brought up. Mary considers it polite and respectful, often not understanding why others take offense. Keeping one foot on Earthly and one on Heavenly matters has made her seem a little aloof, but in fact she’s just a little awkward. Even literal. Turns of phrase can sometimes confuse the headstrong papist. But sometimes, just sometimes, Mary would prefer to merely be one of the girls.
　　　
　　　Then she goes to work. When taking direct action in pursuance of her assignment, Dame Hale becomes an unrelenting Agent of Our Lord’s Church, employing every resource at her disposal to root out and obliterate the Soulless. Oftentimes, if the concept of stealth has been abandoned, Mary will acquire a beautiful but terrible aspect to her eyes, then begin hacking and stabbing and perforating her enemies in a dervish-like manner, screaming and hissing biblical verses in ways that make pious mens’ feet sweat.

　　　Generosity is a saintly virtue. Young Mary has gifts, and she means to share.

Habits: Mumbling in Latin when annoyed, rubbing her rosary

Hobbies: Hobby? She trains. Horrible, punishing exercise. Knuckle pushups. Fingertip pushups. Pullups in cathedral archways with buckets of water tethered to her belt. Unending series of forms in the catacombs in pitch darkness. Running in weights. Leaping through obstacle courses and abandoned architecture at a dead sprint. Her hobby is hammering herself into the tip of God’s sword here on Earth. And singing.

Fears:

• Expulsion from the Church
• Losing her Faith
• Humanity’s extinction

Likes:

• Music
• Architecture
• The countryside
• Good wine (always in moderation)
• Fresh bread
• A clean kill

Dislikes:

• Anti-Papists
• Hot weather
• Being unclean (cause it’s next to…)
• Poor craftsmanship
• Blasphemy
• People who refuse to recognize her station

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_{Mary's early days training with the Swiss Guard were oft met with little setbacks.}

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• The Sacrament - Knowledge of and permission to carry out duties of the recognized Catholic Sacraments, including blessings, purification, consecration, etc., as needed to carry out her duties. The higher ones (I.e. Exorcisms) or Sacraments of Service requires the petitioning of a Bishop (or higher), or the head of her Order for permission.
• Athletics - Intensive body conditioning has made for a very physically adept, graceful woman, often not as apparent under her vestments until it is too late.
• Blindfighting - Mary has taught herself the painful art of fighting in low or no-light settings. This was accomplished by years of late night training and forms practice, often in the Vatican catacombs.
• Stealth - Hiding/Trailing/Intrusion/Knife in the back; The wonderful art of not being noticed when you don’t want to be.
• Horseback Riding - She rides. On the back of horses. Seriously, does this need explanation?
• Church Etiquette - Knowledge of the Bible, Cannon Law, the Church, its structure and practices. She knows where to go, who to speak to, and the best ways to cut through bureaucracy.
• Pistols - Firearms of the one-handed variety, be they flint or the rarer percussion models.
• Singing - Her cover of "Ave Maria" will totally blow you away. She's that good.
• Short Blades - if it's sharp and shorter than a long blade, she's your girl.
• Ambidexterity - Right handed, left handed... Who has time to decide? Great for coordinating two items in either hand, as well.
• Language (Italian) - Spent a few of her formatives in Rome.
• Language (French) - Quite the cunning linguist, isn't she?

Trained Skills (Rome):

• Latin - The Language of the Catholic Church; reading/writing as well as Roman Numerals and Symbols.
• Tanter - Focusing of nearly a sixth sense to detect the presence of a change Soulless that has been able to pass as a Soulled
• Timyne - Ability to heal through faith to a certain point; can reverse the chances of becoming a Soulless from time to time.
• Cibera - A martial art style that encompasses the use of a rosary as a weapon
• Audist - An art of wielding a Halberd.
• Obriss - The ability to bless items for other followers of the faith; a faithless gains nothing from a blessed item; blessed items wielded by those of faith carry additional damage to the Soulless.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black cassock with laurel gilding (cuffs & collar) and wide cloth wraparound belt (described in “Personal Style”, above) covering black breeches, black knee-high riding boots, buttoned black shirt, white undershirt, and light corset. Wraps her forearms with long rolls of black cloth. Regularly wears a white, hooded robe trimmed with red geometric shapes. Wears a chain rosary around her neck.
• Paired Shortsword, (Blessed)
• Leather scabbard, modular
• Paired Shortsword (Blessed)
• Leather scabbard, modular
• Swiss Guard Halberd, antiqued metal (Blessed)
• Chain Rosary (Blessed) - Keeps on belt
• H & H Magnum Over and Under Howdah Pistol
• Hip holster for Howdah Pistol, American style
• Sporran bag (contains small coinpurse with several shillings, extra cartridges, flask of holy water, dried mint)

Residence:

• Swiss Guard Halberd, antiqued metal (Blessed)
• H & H Magnum Over and Under Howdah Pistol (hip holster) - damaged beyond feasible repair
• Bible
• Chest of situationally appropriate clothing
• Case of magnum cartridges, .54
• Bullet molding kit
• Several bottles of holy water
• Scribing tools (pen, ink, paper, wax, seal, etc.)
• Writings on cases; terminated, ongoing, and suspected Soulless
• "Bug Out Bag" - Knapsack containing modest nonperishable food, canteen, knife, change of clothes, and some money
• Dapple Grey stallion, "Cassius", with appropriate tack.

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History

Family History:

The Hale family had a long and prosperous history, led by a line of renowned Knights of the British Empire. In recent years, they have come under some decline, both in numbers and finance. It was hoped that the two male heirs would marry favorably and assist in this endeavor, possibly even bringing up the status of their people. In fact, such an arrangement was underway with a poorer family in the Peerage, landowners without the means to fully take advantage of their land's production.

Such a mutually beneficial set of pairings was not to occur, as a good amount of both families were laid to waste by a rush attack of Ryne in the small hours of the morning. It was during one of her brother's engagement parties. Very sad. She was still a child at the time. The Knightly Hale line was cut short, people that had served the with distinction now found their assets impounded indefinitely by the Crown.

Your personal life:

With no male heirs to inherit the family's estate, and women forbidden by British law of taking the title of Knight (Dame), Mary was sent to live with cousins. They were a merchant family that spent half of their time in northern France and looked upon their relative-by-marriage as something of a dutiful burden. Her higher placed heritage wasn't exactly a selling point for them, either. She was treated as something of a second class citizen in this family, looked after but otherwise largely ignored. A fierce anger grew in Mary, one which had no outlet. Relations were strained further.

They did do her one massive favor, though, even if they weren't aware. When she was barely a teenager, Mary was sent off to Rome for training. (read: To get her out of their hair) It was unusual for someone as young as she to take up the same kind of training as Priests and the Swiss Guard, but no sacrifice was too much for her new adoptive family (sarcasm font required here). The joke was on them, though - two days before the entourage reached Rome, a small band of Hraew ate her chaperones while she hid in the nearby woods. She stumbled into the Vatican days later, hungry and exhausted, papers of intent in hand.

As the years passed, Mary was raised under the tutelage of Papal scholars and Captains of the Swiss Guard. She learned anything that anyone was willing to teach her, even some of the ne'er-do-wells of Rome's underclass in her free time. Her long years there, much longer than the vast majority of English Gentry and/or casual trainees of foreign Clergy, afforded her the time to pursue dedicated training in a variety of disciplines. It also allowed her to apprentice under a series of Priests and Papal Knights, during which time she engaged in envious travel opportunities, learning even more and slowly forging her into a professional Hunter.

When she came of age, Mary Ignatia Hale was given an opportunity to return home to seek her fortune there, or to remain in the service of the Church. Her long standing history with the Vatican and unusual circumstances, not to mention the many people she had met and impressed gave her a further opportunity, if she so grasped it. If she became an official member of the Church, she was offered a position unheard of for someone of her age and lack of exterior plumbing. And she jumped on it, hard.

Mary took simple vows, making her an Apostolic Sister in the service of the Vatican directly. A council of Bishops, with Papal nod, granted her permission to administer Sacramental duties, almost on par with that of a Priest. Immediately afterward (one would think it was planned), an offer was extended to Sister Mary Hale from the Holy Order of St. Sylvester, giving her further title of Dame within the Church. The Knights of St. Sylvester, in recent decades, had developed another, more provocative title among the general populous: "Soulless Hunters".

Now the equal of a Holy Knight of the Papacy, she was introduced to the Grand Cross of her Order (guy in charge), who gave her assignment in London at St. Etheldreda's Church, in the Holbrook district and one of fewer Catholic holdings left in Great Britain. It is located between the West End and Cheapside, making it a very eclectic section of the city. A private room and study are at her disposal. She plies her trade there, sometimes openly and sometimes not, locating and hunting Soulless as directed or as she finds them. If cover is required, she is obstinately the Choir Director.

What you want for your life:

Mary wants what anyone else does: A sense of self determination and respect. She has climbed higher toward that goal than many women could ever hope for in that time and place. People who understand who she is and what she does know to listen when she talks business, despite her pretty face and reputably whimsical gender. Getting her family's holdings back would be nice, too, but she is unaware of how that can be done legally, if at all since her family is either dead or absorbed into other prominent lineages at this time.

Mostly, Mary wants to uphold her duties to her Order. One could say that they've given her another chance at a productive life. One could also say that the Church provided an opportunity, and she dug that opportunity out of rock with blood and her bare hands. Mary can feel a war coming between the living and the dead, and believes that it is soon. She intends to be ready.

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Extras

Character Quote(s):

"Jesus Christ died on a cross for your sins. Now, it's your turn."
"Aim for the face. It's their weak spot."
"Blessed be the Lord my strength, who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight."
"Don't you blaspheme!"
"May you be struck down by his almighty swift sword!"
"I will have to spend some time in contemplation about this. Vigorously."
"The Power of Christ impales you!"
"In nomine Patris et fillii et Spiritus Sancti."
"Here endeth the lesson."
"...and I shall strike down upon thee great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is The Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
"And I will pour out mine indignation upon thee, I will blow against thee in the fire of my wrath, and deliver thee into the hand of brutish men, and skillful to destroy."
"Amen."

Theme Song:

"O Fortuna"

Anything Else:

Ryne. Might as well.
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_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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St. Etheldreda's Church

<sub>A scale model of St. Etheldreda's Church/Ely House, as it stood in the 1820s. It is located in the Holbrook district, sandwiched between the West End and the mercantile Cheapside. It was constructed before either was a borough, long before London annexed the surrounding area. St. Etheldreda's itself consists of a chapel (upper church) and a crypt or undercroft.

The Ely House and St. Etheldreda's Church, collectively, are referred to as the Ely Palace. It was constructed as the stronghold for the First Bishop of Ely, and is very castle-like in engineering. The structure itself has every feature one would expect from a manor estate of the period, and is staffed with cloistered Sisters and some lay folk. As British law forbids the practice of Catholic Mass, the Church cannot collect tithes from parishioners; it sustains itself primarily by growing strawberries. Said strawberries are of exceptional quality, known across the whole of Europe. They are sold fresh with respectable demand or preserved for culinary and medicinal use. Fun Fact: The Ely House also features a profit-generating tavern called "Ye Olde Mitre", technically part of the estate but without direct access. A cherry tree grows just next to it.

The entire complex is like a village inside of London, not fully self-sustaining but capable of a long haul if cut off from the rest of the city.

Mary takes rooms in a section of the Ely House overlooking the exterior and courtyard (Quadrangle). They are comprised of a bedroom and study/sitting room, with access to water service and fireplaces. It has mortared stone walls and is furnished simply, with utility and professional duties in mind (bed, chairs, desk, table, couch, basin alcove, wardrobe etc), though there is room to receive visitors. It was originally quarters for visiting priests or bishops, not part of the rectory proper. Meals are taken communally, with the Bishop, ranking officials within the Church, and any dignitaries.</sub>

Additional Maps & Images

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Relations & Clues

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The Notebook

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Sister Mary Ignatia Hale

"Blessed be the Lord my strength, who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║ ⚜ Respects ║
║ ❦ Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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❤ Patris ❤
"The Big Guy. Creator of Heaven and Earth. What can I say?"

GOD.

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❤❦ Fillii ❦❤
"Technically, we’re married. I don’t see much of Him, really, we’re both away on business, all the time. But there is love there."

Jesus Christ. It’s complicated.

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❤ Spiritus Sancti ❤
"In loving Him, I love myself, and a piece of everyone else in Creation. It is an amazing gift to have, and a reminder why I do what I do."

The Holy Spirit. Explaining him to a Protestant often leads to a fistfight.

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✿⚜ Barnaba Chiaramonti ⚜ ✿
"He has been like a father to me, in more ways than one. Very supportive, decent man. I owe him my livelihood."

Barnaba Niccolò Maria Luigi Chiaramonti, is better known by his working title, Pope Pius VII. Mary has taken audience with the man on several occasions, and shared many meals with the man. It was he who approved her entrance into the Vatican, approved her administration of Sacrament, and advised the Grand Cross of St. Sylvester to invite Mary into their service. He has looked out for the woman since she was a child, and wants the best for her. Pope Pius VII is a very progressive Pontiff indeed, but is of failing health as of late.

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☯ Bishop Elijah Mansfield ☯
"I don’t know if he’s burnt out, bored, or just very trusting, but he is the most permissive holy man I have ever served under. Maybe he just doesn’t want to get personally involved."

The Bishop in charge of St. Etheldreda’s Church, and surrounding diocese. He acts as an intermediary between Mary and the Vatican. Handles requisitions, about which he is very giving and open, if quietly distant. Competent, talented, and former Hunter himself.

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☯ Knight Grand Cross Edwin O’Brien ☯
"He seems very kind, if a little enigmatic. Still, his edict was broad, and he has yet to offer me reprimand."

The present Grand Cross of the Order of St. Sylvester, and the man who offered Mary Hale the position of Dame within the Order, with Papal approval. He took personal interest in Mary and wants to see what she can accomplish with proper support. She is unaware of his favor, merely pleased to be granted the opportunity.

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✿ Roderick Whitecliff ✿
"He is a nice man. Sometimes gives me first pick of the fresh produce!"

Roderick is a local merchant that Mary helped upon first coming to London, selling his wares near St. Etheldreda’s. Mostly a grocer and general goods man, but sometimes he comes across interesting finds, imported or domestic. He knows that Mary loves fresh bread, and tries to accommodate. He remains a source of street level information to Sister Mary. Information, and crumpets.

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✿ Virginia Crypt ✿
"Very sweet lady! She’s a little strange, but nothing sinful enough to warrant my attention. Very good listener."

Virginia was suspected of being Soulless; Mary was assigned to ascertain whether or not this was true. Her family was a little odd and none too religious, but eccentricity is no reason to call out the Hunters. They bonded over a very civilized Tea and talk about Mary’s work. It was good for Mary to have a female friend about her age. And rare.

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☯☣ Jacques Clerc ☣☯
"Jacques doesn’t seem to like Catholics very much. But if he needs something blessed, he knows where to come."

They have met a few times, and while there is respect for profession, there is little else. He’s willing to spend coin on Blessings, civil enough if Tea & Crumpets are in order, and sometimes they talk business. Their training compliments one another, a thing to note if something really ugly happens and help is required.

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⚜ Sally Kirkpatrick ⚜
"She was kind when she had no reason to be, when my extended family was not."

A couple of months after Mary arrived at the Vatican, Lady Kirkpatrick visited her from Scotland. Her motivation was unknown to Mary, after their meeting Sally began acting as her financial benefactor. It was an act of generosity that she has not forgotten. Mary's loyalty is to God and Church, in that order, though Sally's influence has served to remind her that she is also of proud Border Scot descent, and must never forget where she came from. They have met in person only a handful of times but have kept up written correspondence since.

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Symbol Characters Name Symbol
"Overall Thoughts On The Character"

Relation Details

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Suspicious Things

• Arch Graveolase dies as an unseen force murders him in Almacks. Everyone experiences sudden intense cold. Elizaveta is attacked by an unseen force in Regent Park, area is suddenly extremely cold - lake flash freezes around attack. When visible, force is a flying, ink-black tentacled monster with two heads. Same creature attacking people in positions of power. Why?
• Lord Rutherford. That's it. The man is suspicious as all hell.
• More than three types of soulless. Where have they been hiding?

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Other Clues Or Points Of Interest

• The attack on Almacks was not isolated. The Order of St. Sylvester recorded similar attacks worldwide, simultaneously, suggesting a vast network run by a central intelligence.

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Video Use Images

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Submitted for approval, and my God have mercy on my soul for this.

Sister Mary Hale

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Sister Mary Hale

_{Hale, Mary
full of grace
the Lord is with thee.}

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Character Summary

Name: Sister Mary Ignatia Hale, Dame of the Holy Order of St. Sylvester
Social Class: Clergy (Upper Middle Class)
Age: 22
Birthday: August 17, 1800 - Leo (Starting day of the RP is March 21st, 1823)
Nationality: Scottish
Birth Place: Stirling, Scotland, U.K.
Residence: Rooms in the Ely House, St. Etheldreda's Chapel, Westminster London
Gender: Female
Education: Divinity & Swiss Guard training in Vatican City, Rome, Italy
Income Source: Catholic Church, annual salary of £225 Sterling (or equivalent for country), plus expenses related to occupation.
Native Language: English

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Appearance

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 148
Build: Solidly athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red, wavy, past shoulder length
Skin Tone: Pale, some freckling
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rough hands and feet from labor and physical training, knees and elbows show similar marking

Personal Style:
　　　When not on the job, Mary prefers to dress in hooded white robes with patterned red trim, reminiscent of older Celtic styling (think White Mage). It also serves to accent her complexion and hair color, as well as conceal weapons easily.

　　　She prefers otherwise to attire herself in a professional manner, in accordance with her Order: Long, fitting, black cassock with gilt laurel edges along the cuffs and high collar, double-breasted, but without the white collar insert. It is utilitarian and militaristic in nature, but still easily points her out as a dedicated member of the Church.
　　　
　　　Always carries a particularly sturdy rosary. Plus a spare.

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Psychology

Disciplined * Strong-Willed * Kind * Formal * Seraphic * Brutal

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Bride of Christ (How’s THAT for an NPC spouse?)
Personality:
　　　
　　　Dame Mary Hale (or Sister, as the Anglicans don’t recognize her position) is an extremely professional warrior for God and the Vatican (That's God first, Rome second). But she is also an inquisitive and healthy young lady with keen sense for detail. Sometimes, these two things fight with one another. This has led to a series of particularly interesting sessions at Confession for those Monsignors unfamiliar with Mary.
　　　
　　　She truly wants to make lasting friendships, but her upbringing in the Vatican and transient nature of her occupation make that extremely difficult. She takes her vows seriously, and tends to speak with humble but blunt honesty; not because she likes shocking reactions from others, but because it was how she was brought up. Mary considers it polite and respectful, often not understanding why others take offense. Keeping one foot on Earthly and one on Heavenly matters has made her seem a little aloof, but in fact she’s just a little awkward. Even literal. Turns of phrase can sometimes confuse the headstrong papist. But sometimes, just sometimes, Mary would prefer to merely be one of the girls.
　　　
　　　Then she goes to work. When taking direct action in pursuance of her assignment, Dame Hale becomes an unrelenting Agent of Our Lord’s Church, employing every resource at her disposal to root out and obliterate the Soulless. Oftentimes, if the concept of stealth has been abandoned, Mary will acquire a beautiful but terrible aspect to her eyes, then begin hacking and stabbing and perforating her enemies in a dervish-like manner, screaming and hissing biblical verses in ways that make pious mens’ feet sweat.

　　　Generosity is a saintly virtue. Young Mary has gifts, and she means to share.

Habits: Mumbling in Latin when annoyed, rubbing her rosary

Hobbies: Hobby? She trains. Horrible, punishing exercise. Knuckle pushups. Fingertip pushups. Pullups in cathedral archways with buckets of water tethered to her belt. Unending series of forms in the catacombs in pitch darkness. Running in weights. Leaping through obstacle courses and abandoned architecture at a dead sprint. Her hobby is hammering herself into the tip of God’s sword here on Earth. And singing.

Fears:

• Expulsion from the Church
• Losing her Faith
• Humanity’s extinction

Likes:

• Music
• Architecture
• The countryside
• Good wine (always in moderation)
• Fresh bread
• A clean kill

Dislikes:

• Anti-Papists
• Hot weather
• Being unclean (cause it’s next to…)
• Poor craftsmanship
• Blasphemy
• People who refuse to recognize her station

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_{Mary's early days training with the Swiss Guard were oft met with little setbacks.}

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• The Sacrament - Knowledge of and permission to carry out duties of the recognized Catholic Sacraments, including blessings, purification, consecration, etc., as needed to carry out her duties. The higher ones (I.e. Exorcisms) or Sacraments of Service requires the petitioning of a Bishop (or higher), or the head of her Order for permission.
• Athletics - Intensive body conditioning has made for a very physically adept, graceful woman, often not as apparent under her vestments until it is too late.
• Blindfighting - Mary has taught herself the painful art of fighting in low or no-light settings. This was accomplished by years of late night training and forms practice, often in the Vatican catacombs.
• Stealth - Hiding/Trailing/Intrusion/Knife in the back; The wonderful art of not being noticed when you don’t want to be.
• Horseback Riding - She rides. On the back of horses. Seriously, does this need explanation?
• Church Etiquette - Knowledge of the Bible, Cannon Law, the Church, its structure and practices. She knows where to go, who to speak to, and the best ways to cut through bureaucracy.
• Pistols - Firearms of the one-handed variety, be they flint or the rarer percussion models.
• Singing - Her cover of "Ave Maria" will totally blow you away. She's that good.
• Short Blades - if it's sharp and shorter than a long blade, she's your girl.
• Ambidexterity - Right handed, left handed... Who has time to decide? Great for coordinating two items in either hand, as well.
• Language (Italian) - Spent a few of her formatives in Rome.
• Language (French) - Quite the cunning linguist, isn't she?

Trained Skills (Rome):

• Latin - The Language of the Catholic Church; reading/writing as well as Roman Numerals and Symbols.
• Tanter - Focusing of nearly a sixth sense to detect the presence of a change Soulless that has been able to pass as a Soulled
• Timyne - Ability to heal through faith to a certain point; can reverse the chances of becoming a Soulless from time to time.
• Cibera - A martial art style that encompasses the use of a rosary as a weapon
• Audist - An art of wielding a Halberd.
• Obriss - The ability to bless items for other followers of the faith; a faithless gains nothing from a blessed item; blessed items wielded by those of faith carry additional damage to the Soulless.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black cassock with laurel gilding (cuffs & collar) and wide cloth wraparound belt (described in “Personal Style”, above) covering black breeches, black knee-high riding boots, buttoned black shirt, white undershirt, and light corset. Wraps her forearms with long rolls of black cloth. Regularly wears a white, hooded robe trimmed with red geometric shapes. Wears a chain rosary around her neck.
• Paired Shortsword, (Blessed)
• Leather scabbard, modular
• Paired Shortsword (Blessed)
• Leather scabbard, modular
• Swiss Guard Halberd, antiqued metal (Blessed)
• Chain Rosary (Blessed) - Keeps on belt
• Holland & Holland Magnum Double Barreled Howdah Pistol
• Hip holster for Howdah Pistol, American style
• Sporran bag (contains small coinpurse with several shillings, extra cartridges, flask of holy water, dried mint)

Residence:

• Swiss Guard Halberd, antiqued metal (Blessed)
• Holland & Holland Magnum Double Barreled Howdah Pistol (hip holster)
• Bible
• Chest of situationally appropriate clothing
• Case of magnum cartridges, .54
• Bullet molding kit
• Several bottles of holy water
• Scribing tools (pen, ink, paper, wax, seal, etc.)
• Writings on cases; terminated, ongoing, and suspected Soulless
• "Bug Out Bag" - Knapsack containing modest nonperishable food, canteen, knife, change of clothes, and some money
• Dapple Grey stallion, "Cassius".

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History

Family History:

The Hale family had a long and prosperous history, led by a line of renowned Knights of the British Empire. In recent years, they have come under some decline, both in numbers and finance. It was hoped that the two male heirs would marry favorably and assist in this endeavor, possibly even bringing up the status of their people. In fact, such an arrangement was underway with a poorer family in the Peerage, landowners without the means to fully take advantage of their land's production.

Such a mutually beneficial set of pairings was not to occur, as a good amount of both families were laid to waste by a rush attack of Ryne in the small hours of the morning. It was during one of her brother's engagement parties. Very sad. She was still a child at the time. The Knightly Hale line was cut short, people that had served the with distinction now found their assets impounded indefinitely by the Crown.

Your personal life:

With no male heirs to inherit the family's estate, and women forbidden by British law of taking the title of Knight (Dame), Mary was sent to live with cousins. They were a merchant family that spent half of their time in northern France and looked upon their relative-by-marriage as something of a dutiful burden. Her higher placed heritage wasn't exactly a selling point for them, either. She was treated as something of a second class citizen in this family, looked after but otherwise largely ignored. A fierce anger grew in Mary, one which had no outlet. Relations were strained further.

They did do her one massive favor, though, even if they weren't aware. When she was barely a teenager, Mary was sent off to Rome for training. (read: To get her out of their hair) It was unusual for someone as young as she to take up the same kind of training as Priests and the Swiss Guard, but no sacrifice was too much for her new adoptive family (sarcasm font required here). The joke was on them, though - two days before the entourage reached Rome, a small band of Hraew ate her chaperones while she hid in the nearby woods. She stumbled into the Vatican days later, hungry and exhausted, papers of intent in hand.

As the years passed, Mary was raised under the tutelage of Papal scholars and Captains of the Swiss Guard. She learned anything that anyone was willing to teach her, even some of the ne'er-do-wells of Rome's underclass in her free time. Her long years there, much longer than the vast majority of English Gentry and/or casual trainees of foreign Clergy, afforded her the time to pursue dedicated training in a variety of disciplines. It also allowed her to apprentice under a series of Priests and Papal Knights, during which time she engaged in envious travel opportunities, learning even more and slowly forging her into a professional Hunter.

When she came of age, Mary Ignatia Hale was given an opportunity to return home to seek her fortune there, or to remain in the service of the Church. Her long standing history with the Vatican and unusual circumstances, not to mention the many people she had met and impressed gave her a further opportunity, if she so grasped it. If she became an official member of the Church, she was offered a position unheard of for someone of her age and lack of exterior plumbing. And she jumped on it, hard.

Mary took simple vows, making her a Nun in the service of the Vatican directly. A council of Bishops, with Papal nod, granted her permission to administer Sacramental duties, almost on par with that of a Priest. Immediately afterward (one would think it was planned), an offer was extended to Sister Mary Hale from the Holy Order of St. Sylvester, giving her further title of Dame within the Church. The Knights of St. Sylvester, in recent decades, had developed another, more provocative title among the general populous: "Soulless Hunters".

Now the equal of a Holy Knight of the Papacy, she was introduced to the Grand Cross of her Order (guy in charge), who gave her assignment in London at the Bishop Ely House, a manor in the Westminster district and one of fewer Catholic holdings left in Great Britain. A bedroom and study are at her disposal. She plies her trade there, sometimes openly and sometimes not, locating and hunting Soulless as directed or as she finds them. If cover is required, she is obstinately the Nun caretaker of St. Etheldreda Church, a chapel located on premises.

What you want for your life:

Mary wants what anyone else does: A sense of self determination and respect. She has climbed higher toward that goal than many women could ever hope for in that time and place. People who understand who she is and what she does know to listen when she talks business, despite her pretty face and reputably whimsical gender. Getting her family's holdings back would be nice, too, but she is unaware of how that can be done legally, if at all since her family is either dead or absorbed into other prominent lineages at this time.

Mostly, Mary wants to uphold her duties to her Order. One could say that they've given her another chance at a productive life. One could also say that the Church provided an opportunity, and she dug that opportunity out of rock with blood and her bare hands. Mary can feel a war coming between the living and the dead, and believes that it is soon. She intends to be ready.

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Extras

Character Quote(s):

"Jesus Christ died on a cross for your sins. Now, it's your turn."
"Aim for the face. It's their weak spot."
"Blessed be the Lord my strength, who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight."
"Don't you blaspheme!"
"May you be struck down by his almighty swift sword!"
"I will have to spend some time in contemplation about this. Vigorously."
"The Power of Christ impales you!"
"In nomine Patris et fillii et Spiritus Sancti."
"Here endeth the lesson."
"...and I shall strike down upon thee great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is The Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
"And I will pour out mine indignation upon thee, I will blow against thee in the fire of my wrath, and deliver thee into the hand of brutish men, and skillful to destroy."
"Amen."

Theme Song:

"O Fortuna"

Anything Else:

Ryne. Might as well.
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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

NEXT ROUND BEGINS!

Initiative:

Cyneburg
Calanon
Thomas - Technically right now has no action, being stunned for a solid minute as a spell drawback. Have courage.
Kyra
Ntaj
Lerraina
Satilla

Keystone - Somehow manages to accidentally tie his shoes together. We're not sure how, they don't even have laces. Plus, they're boots. Go fig. While reality tries to reset from the not-shoe-tying incident, Keystone takes a tumble. The short form: Loses all actions this round.

Sana - Hypothermia has set in. Apparently, channeling that much magical ice takes a bit out of you. It does prevent further maintenance of the wall, which is now subject to the will of the elements around it (thawing and such). Sana is out for a while. But good news! Thanks to her spellcraft, the party didn't die outright. Congrats all around.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Updates

Season: Late Fall/Early Winter
Time Of Day: Night, middle of
Weather: Cool and damp, with a clear, open sky
General Ambiance: Yes, AAAAAAAHHH!
Location: Front lines, defending the Orc Cave

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Specific Resolutions:

Crocodi<ahem> Cyneburg: No threats detected inside the wall of ice, but there is the small problem that she's a reptile, surrounded on three sides by ice. The ground beneath her claws is beginning to ice over as well. Something to consider.

Thomas: Thomas nearly slips on the ice forming on the ground, but keeps his footing after an interesting bit of what may or may not be interpretive dance. The spell goes off, and is an impressive display of light and magic. I would remind that the spell incorporated solar flames, and it was cast right near a damaged section of an ice wall. The ward is in place, however, and he is in a daze for the next minute. Best of luck.

Calanon: Performs a very impressive vault onto his trusty steed, and makes a dashing sight setting aside sword and shield in favor of his recurve bow. The good news: The skeletons can't really flank the wall as it makes connection with either side of the cave entrance. More good news (kinda): There don't appear to be any more skellys running at the wall in that moment; the remaining six exploded on the wall already. But who knows? More might show up any second. (Cue ominous music.)

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The next two or three seconds pass with nothing but the sound of wind and leaves. No unnatural laughter, no movement in the treeline, nothing. It is very much like a pause for breath by both sides in the conflict. Even the Orcs on the other side of the ice wall have stopped, apparently trying to figure out what the hell just happened. In a completely unexpected turn of events, the voice that was laughing with such obvious villainy before picks back up, this time speaking clearly, and in the Common tongue.

"Thank you so much for a lovely evening. It was truly pleasurable getting to know all of you, but I am afraid I must be going soon. In return for the wonderful reinforcements you have provided, please accept this token of my gratitude. Oh, and have a pleasant night... ha ha ha Ha Ha HA HAHAHAAA!

Another swarm of exploding bonies files out of the darkness, this time aimed solely at the Orcs out front. They seem to have zero interest in the Humans(and half-Humans, and token Elf), nor their sudden barricade of ice. But don't worry, there's still stuff to keep you busy! Remember the glowing red mist hovering among the trees? Well, it has elongated and developed darker spots toward the top of it, resembling eyes. It takes on a rough humanoid form, albeit large, without legs. In their place, a misty, vaporous column trails off behind it. Long, foggy claws lengthen from it, and it glides effortlessly toward the group, circling just outside of the ward set up by Thomas a moment before, high above the group. It seems interested in what they're doing, but hasn't made an aggressive move. Yet.

Meanwhile, the first explosions can be heard past the ice. Accompanying them are the guttural shouts of Orcs.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Reginald Keystone

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Location: Egyptian Museum -> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Courtyard)

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Qsar El Nil Barracks

_{Egyptian Museum located at the top right, literally across the street from the Barracks.}

There was nothing like drama to clear out a party. Indeed, the numbers seemed to be already thinning out; what was not accomplished by subtleties and polite nudging had been positively effected by a more abrupt series of social faux pas. The Lord Major was annoyed at a couple of his new acquaintances and their overly familiar nature with Peter, a man they had just met. If he were feeling haughty, a man for whom certain respects should be paid by the common populace, at that.

It was a trace of a holdover ethic from years ago. Reginald's position had always given him an air of aristocratic elevation, in his mind and in the minds of many others. His time in the military, serving among many folk of both noble and common upbringing had chipped away at his more classist beliefs. His relationship with an East Londoner that gave him a child but cost him his marriage had sorely damaged it, at least inwardly. The Lord Major maintained his robust, superior attitude anymore because it was his role to play in society, both among his class and in the military. For instance, most people thought his friendship with Aziza was a fluke. Instead, it was a sign of an changing man.

But some of these people were dancing bodily on his nerves, changing man or no. Thankfully, he had a solution. As some left and others gathered toward him, Reginald made good on his promise to escort them all to the Barracks Courtyard. "Yes, well then. Gather around ladies and gentlemen, let us be off." He gave a quick nod back to Vera and her small group of technical experts, saying, "Please do be along as you are able. The guards know you, Lady Munn, and will allow you and your entourage, should you care to join. I shall inform them of the possibility." He intoned his parting with a simple, "My Lady.", and walked purposefully out of the room.

Being as the Barracks were a mere walk across a lot, it was a very short matter of time until they were in seats, under oil lamps and in the evening air of Cairo. Reginald had, as promised, inform the guards that Vera might be stopping by (and indeed could have guests), but not to let anyone else in not escorted. "Yes, yes. Lady Munn and two others, if a question arises about their legitimacy, send for me. We shall be in the courtyard."

Upon entry to what had become the old man's second home, the Lord Major stopped a junior officer coming onto night duties, informing him that there would be guests. "Pay attention there, lad! His Royal Majesty's Flying Corps will be entertaining dignitaries, of sorts. Have accommodations made ready for those who require it, civilian access of course. And do have repast prepared for us - quickly mind you, and from the Officer's Mess. I have my thoughts on that date bread from earlier, as well as some smoked meats and fresh fruit. Aha! And libations, lad. An assortment of spirits and mixers, on mobile tray. Chop chop! People are waiting."

He returned to the group, now taking up the role of dutiful host. Selecting a seat from among the outdoor furniture, he settled in for the short intermission until the drinks arrived. While displaying remarkable patience in his epic quest to wait for booze, Reginald produced a short-stemmed pipe and began to pack it with a personal store of aromatic tobacco. "Thank you all for joining me here and allowing Lady Munn to go about her duties without our paltry distractions. It would seem that we have quite a bit of acquainting to do, before we embark on this little endeavor. If indeed we do, of course."

"But first things first. Peter, old boy! You are in excellent constitution for a dead man. If it is not too personal a question amongst strangers, whatever had become of you? Do not feel pressure to indulge an old man at this time, if you choose to remain reticent. I shall understand."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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The Great Bazhooli

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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Tatiana's idea wasn't exactly reinventing the Big Top, but it had a fair amount of merit. And it was better than anything he had planned at the moment. The Great Bazhooli took the moment to absorb everything going on in front of him; the music and dancing, odd implementation of bowling pins, the quiet withdrawal of Jack. It had been some time since the odd man had heard music. Some time indeed. It seemed to enrapture him. The Great Bazhooli had a quiet fondness for music, one that had not had proper indulgence as of late. It rendered him speechless, mostly for the reason that he did not want to miss a note or interrupt others if hey felt the same way about the blissful sounds filling the room.

His hands still worked the pins into the air. No sense dropping them now, it would only interrupt the music. Plus, it seemed that Tatiana had an idea he could work with. Bazhooli gave two quick nods, accepting each of the pins that she had launched into his growing arc of muscle propelled, asymmetrical wooden weights. He watched her twirl and dance for a moment more, and then fully picked up on the plan - and proceeded to lob two back in her direction with soft tosses. Slow at first, until he could be sure how the young ballerina could handle them.

It wasn't a full act, but it was a hell of a start.

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Bridgette Vinters

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Location: Franklin Rd/Hwy 34, headed west

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Delay over. The piñata turned back into a girl who happened to have a bike nearby, prompting a series of trivial questions to leap to Bridgette's mind that were likely best left unanswered. Probably ever. But knowing her, the tall brawler would likely pop a few of them off after a drink or three. Her predictability to some situations was unpredictable. Or the reciprocal of that; her unpredictability was rather predictable, situation permitting. At the moment though, bigger issues at hand.

Bridgette noticed Astrid scanning their surroundings, much as she had done earlier. So, she shifted her priority to the new girl. Just in case. Generally loud and vulgar, the blonde Valkyrie had fallen into a sort of observant silence. Part of her still expected some kind of chicanery. When the piñata lady informed her of a proclivity for the use of fire, Bridgette smiled. In part to be polite(ish) and outgoing, but mostly because she wanted their new guest to get the last word and settle into the short trip ahead. As they got back underway, she reigned Cadence back to come up alongside Astrid toward the rear. She gave her an inquisitive look, then nodded her head toward the new girl. While vocal discourse would have been difficult, given the circumstances, she did manage to communicate her feelings of confusion about the entire situation by mouthing a single, protracted word: "Wuzzafuck?"

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Ash Holloway

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Location: Building 1, Infirmary

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When Ash noticed Sophia entering the Infirmary, he gave a sharp glance upward. He hadn't expected to see the woman back in Medical, but it looked like she was on a mission. As long as she was keeping busy with her own duties (but wasn't pushing herself or her injury too hard), the good Captain was fine with the unexpected visit. Considering the medicinal horse trading going on in the Infirmary, Ash decided to step away and to the side of the conversation going on between Beni and their own Doc Froggy, addressing Sophia in quietish ones.

If either of the other two men were trying to listen, they would have fairly easily heard Ashton speaking to Sophia. His voice did tend to carry; a product of years and years of making one's self plainly audible for enlisted men. Unless making a point to whisper or otherwise be sneaky, the man could be heard, generally.

"Fabrication, Sophia. Have someone set it up at the Fabrication building, we'll take it from there." The concept of reusing cooking oil aside, there was potential in setting up biodiesel, if only in limited application. Also, the solids would make for excellent additions to the pig feed. It did always amaze the man what those animals could consume without falling ill. But that was a concern for a different time. "If everything works out okay, we should be able to blend it utility alcohol for a decent heating fuel come winter. Among other uses. Meantime, Fabrication."