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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

double posting like a chump Might go back to edit my latest post sometime today to add more detail to Berry’s nest. 3 AM Tricky rushed that last bit.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Time: The Next Day - Morning After LHU Attack
Location: Berenice’s Nest, Carver (Outside of Lost Haven)

The dawn crept up over the horizon and with it Charlie’s bleary eyes cracked open, pinpricks of chest pain roused her from a deep sleep. It took several moments of quiet then recollection for the young alchemist to finally wake up, shaking the lingering effects of medicine. She dug a heel into her eye rubbing away the grit. She sorely turned her head to the side to see water and some more medicine waiting for her on the nightstand. She gulped down the non-drowsy painkillers. The sounds of early morning training came floating through the house, automatically her feet kicked out from the blankets. She dressed slowly, stretching what muscles she could without strain. Charlie drifted through the hallway, morning light tracing up the walls. She found Nathaniel in the kitchen watering his herbal garden. He said a chipper good morning passing her a fresh cup of coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, humming away.

“Like a log.” She replied stirring in some sugar and a little cream, sitting at the table with a grunt. “Mom outside with Harry?”

He nodded, “They just finished warmups, what’s up kiddo?”

“Need to check in on Berry, so I was gonna ask Mom to come with me to meet her.”

Nathaniel looked concerned dropping some bread in the toaster, slicing up some fruit, the paring knife gliding through the apple, “Are you sure she can’t wait another day?”

Charlie sipped her coffee and shook her head, “I was planning to go yesterday and well, that obviously didn’t happen.” She snorted then sipped again, sighing with relief. She caught her Grandpa’s worry with a smirk, the swelling on her lip had turned into a yellow-green bruise while her black eye had turned a deep purple. “Relax Gramps, I’m asking mom to come with me, I won’t be lone wolfing it.”

He nodded passing a plate of buttered toast and fruit in front of her. “Well, don’t push yourself.”

Charlie flapped her free hand at him, “Yeah I know. Thanks for breakfast.” She scarfed down the best she could with one free hand, leaving her arm in the sling. Shortly after she finished eating she found her sister and mom, she convinced her mom to come with her back to Carver to meet Berry.

While her body ached to spend the day in bed in a medicated haze, Charlie was quite frankly scared to have time to dwell on yesterday. Understandably it’s all the news and radio could talk about, but she really wanted some distance from it. The week she was having had no room for normal at this rate.

It took little to convince her mother to help her, Jules was curious to meet Berry herself. Harry reiterated how much she wanted a feather. They drove together to Carver, the pair of alchemists brought their staves regardless of anticipating to be among friends. Charlie was in a pair of shorts, the heat of the day already apparent before noon. A loose t-shirt easy to slip in and out of.

She had promised Berry she’d be back in some form, to check in on them and she fully intended to keep that promise.

They drove without the radio on, Jules asked about Berry and what to expect. Jules mentioned her own experience in the strange, having dealt with her own supernatural creatures and being pulled into witch’s business, herself. It gave her worldview a shake every time.

“You’ll like her.” Charlie said easing out of the passenger side after Jules parked into the hiker’s lot. “Despite being, like, a conglomeration of nightmarefuel she’s good. After thinking about it the past couple of days now, I want to make sure that’s not ruined for her.”

Jules nodded gesturing for her to lead the way, Charlie hiked on a fraction of the pace she usually set. They rested a handful of times, letting Charlie have small breaks. Her ribs forcing her to go slow. When they arrived to the clearing, she looked up to the sky shielding her eyes against the sun.

Jules gave a good look around as well, “Is... that supposed to be the ‘nest’?” She pointed.

Charlie squinted, there hadn’t really been walls to speak of when she was here last but it was significantly less, that could be seen from a distance. “Something’s not right.” Charlie said picking up her pace with grunt.

When they finally approached Berry’s nest, it became alarmingly clear that a fight had broken out here. Charlie crouched picking up shiny bullet casings, seeing the claw marks on what remained of the walls, unknown amount of gore piled on the far otherside. Treasures were missing from their lines, the nest was cold and dry. Panic gripped Charlie, “What the fuck happened!”

Jules calmly reminded her, “Call the phone, Char. I’m not seeing any bodies... just some rotting flesh.” Jules picked her way over to it lifting her shirt to cover her nose, it rank of death, “It doesn’t look good but I think she escaped whatever was here.”

“Goddamnit.” She cursed again, pulling her cellphone from her back pocket. The button tone blipping through the address book. “Fuck me.”

She waited impatiently for the line to ring, her grip on the phone tight when it finally answered with a squawk and a faint hello? Charlie sighed with relief.

_{"C'mere Berry, you're holding it upside down."}

“Hello? Charlie?” Carrie’s familiar voice spoke again. “Hey girl!”

“Carrie! Is Berr-”

She heard Berry’s voice audible in the background calling for Car-Lee, a symphony of animal voices followed and soon Charlie was smiling. “One sec, Char. It’s a zoo in here this morning!”

Charlie turned smiling at her mom, her cheeks touched with red. Jules smiled too.

“Isn’t it always though?” She laughed.

“Yeah! Guys! Please shh!” Carrie called and the noise quieted. “Anyway, yes. Berry is here, and she is okay. What about you? I wasn’t expecting to hear from you for a few days, I even started a little care package.”

Charlie had gotten a text from Carrie yesterday, Carrie had guessed of her involvement at the school then checked in. Charlie managed a reply but hadn’t actually spoken with her friend. “Good, that’s good. I’m at her nest right now and I freaked out. Something attacked the cliffside, there’s bullet casings, rotting flesh, huge claw marks. It’s a fucking mess, I assumed the worst.”

“She’s alright-”

“I’ll be right there, my mom is with me so we’ll be there sooner than usual.” Charlie said turning on her heel and beckoning her mom.

“That’s not necessary!”

Charlie stopped, sharing a look of confusion with her mom. “What do you mean?”

Carrie breathed then said, “I can handle this side of things, Char. I mean it. You’ve got more than enough on your plate.”

Charlie rolled her eyes, “Please, I can help-”

“Don’t push yourself!” She snapped, then said quietly, “Charlie you were just in a school shooting yesterday, you can’t go running between Berry and Maddi. Hell, what are you even doing out of the house right now?” A pause hung between the two, “...They both need our help and both are important. You are one person and so am I. I’ll take care of Berry for now, but you need to see to Maddi.”

Charlie about to reply then her brow furrowed, the facts obvious now, “You don’t need to remind me. But... I- thanks Carrie. I just-”

“It’s okay, Char. I’m so relieved to hear your voice, come visit when you can. But don’t worry about us here. Okay?” Carrie asked, warm and so sincere. Charlie felt a wave of emotion hit her in the chest.

Charlie was nodding then, sniffed, “Okay, I will. Tell Berry I said hi, keep me posted.”

“Of course, please please be careful.”

“I promise.”

Charlie ended the call wiping her arm over her eyes, she took a deep a breath as she could in. Jules came up beside her, patting her good shoulder. Without hesitation she asked, “Where are we heading?”

“Shadow of the Moon, I need to see Madalena.” Charlie replied, her eyes clear of tears.

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@DearTrickster LMAO. For a minute there I thought you might be commissioning me to draw some twilight fanart and my brain went "FUCK!"

Yes, ofc. Just shoot me a PM with the details and your paypal email so I can send you an invoice.

@Baklava

OH my god, that would have been perfect.

"Draw my favourite Twilight Ship, Edward x Bella! u3u"

PM incoming :D

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Can I commission for a full body shaded piece?

Your prices are too high. Give me a freakin' discount, Bak. Also, Twilight is my favorite movie.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

<Snipped quote by DearTrickster>

I've finally had the time to go over your sheet once more and I also went over your old version again to see the differences and I'm glad to see that Judena has been made into an even more plausible character. From what I've seen, you've practically filled against all the criticisms I've made, and her development does not feel 'empty', as it did in places in the earlier revision (such as her unexplained adventure with Mysticism, whereas now she's into Alteration, exposure to which being what her got into magic in the first place). Any further critique that I would make would go into unjust nitpicking territory I believe. Now that she's an appraiser who restores artifacts and sells them to the highest bidder or offers her own critique on prices, as opposed to stashing things, I think she would make quite an important addition, you know, just in case we find a silly hat which is actually a work of Dwemer art. While Judena has my approval at this point, it's up to @Hank to make the decision on when to include her.

@Peik

Thank you, I did mean it when I said originally that the critique would help out a lot and it did! Both yours and Hank's. So I'm glad she's looking up to snuff now.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Fuckin' sparkly ass new banner courtesy of a completely anonymous source that wishes to remain secret. Thanks mang!

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

With all this award winning banter in the pad I feel like we'd benefit from a discord server in the future.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Okay, but, consider this: blame the Argonian.

@LadyTabris

CURSE THIS SUDDEN AND INEVITABLE BETRAYAL

Neon Nohl [Brink & DearTrickster Cyberpunk 1x1]

WHATTA TROOPER~ I'll start working on a reply soonish. Try to p a c e myself, so you don't feel obligated to write again on your phone. But good job! Fuckin' smoker trying to lit up in the mechanic shop. Bad safety protocol. Breakin' rules. JEEZ

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Judena Callisar

Nickname: Jude the Forgetful
Age: 61
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian, Sarpa Descendant.
Birthsign: The Mage

Playlist
Ruby Red Memory Spotify Link
Ruby Red Memory Youtube Link

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Family Origins

Hatched the 28th of Rain’s Hand 4E147 in Soulrest, Argonia and raised by two parents with four siblings.

• Mother - Innue, alive and well.
• Father - Sar-Keer, deceased.
• Oldest Brother - Sun-Belly, married with children.
• Older Sister - Xula, divorced with children.
• Younger Sister - Reeh-Nur, married no children.
• Youngest Sister - Honey-Nose, single no children.
• Ex Wife - Leonora Wickcroft

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Appearance

Judena stands tall at 6’4”, she returns regularly to her Hist tree reconnecting with the resting place of her soul and partaking in the mysterious properties of the sap. The sap lent well to growing a few inches, thicker scales, or toughening of nails. Though, she always hoped for the sap to affect her mind or memories in someway. Bright vibrant red scales glitter across her wide head complimented by a trio of small horns grown out from her jawline on both sides of her face, giving her a symmetrical look at first glance, marred only by a scar in the shape of a lumpy star above her left eye. Along with her ruby colouring, Judena’s underbelly scales are that of a pale yellow, her head’s profile comparable to that of a bearded dragon.

Her eyes are a bright golden hue, irises forming slits like that of her reptilian species. Rows of serrated teeth hide within her gums for tearing raw meat. Beneath her chin is concealed by the spiny excess skin, it expands involuntarily when she fights. Her tail sweeps behind her, pock marked with scars from years of travelling. Some scars due to the cold bitter winters through Skyrim and the arid sands during expeditions in the Alik'r Desert. The webbing between her fingers and toes are light red.

For clothing, she prefers to wear mage robes that coincide to the region she is travelling in. Currently with her trek through Skyrim she wears apprentice mage robes, sewn with extra fur lining for warmth. Judena differs to fur-lined leather boots in addition to leather plated gauntlets to provide small protection to her arms. Largely relies on her Ironflesh mage armour for protection rather than physical means, leaving her unencumbered by hardened leather or plate.

Equipment

• Steel Leaf-Headed Spear - Oak Staff
• Furlined Apprentice Mage Robes
• Furlined Leather Boots
• Leather Gauntlets
• Steel Dagger, strapped to her hip

Misc. Possessions:

• A small satchel of fresh fruit, dried slices of salted fish. A jar of pickled raw fish.
• A backpack stacked with one blank logbook, one dated back 30 years ago, one dated to the year before, and the current one she is working on. It dates back to Frostfall 4E207. Each logbook is wrapped with waxy leather bindings to protect against water damage. Judena specializes in restoring damaged items, but prefers preventing damage in the first place where her precious logbooks are concerned. Including in her pack is writing utensils crafted from charcoal and solid wood, sharpened to a fine point.
• Detect Dead spellbook she is studying along with her own scrawled notes on each page, largely noting what she had already
  accomplished in practice. Rudimentary drawings of hand movements, committing the spell to muscle memory as well.
• 1 Reference Guide for Ancient Dwemer artifacts, written by her.
• An extra set of apprentice robes. Coupled with a mending kit.
• Small pouch of 50 Gold Septims.
• 1 waterskin.
• 1 Argonian wedding band hung on a silver chain tucked into her shirt.
• 1 Empty Satchel for storing valued items.

Skills

Highly Proficient
Alteration
As her fellow mages before her, she uses transmutation to remove rust, moss and other such foreign debris from artifacts; restoring years back to the item. Relies on Ironflesh to protect herself, in lieu of heavier armour. Magelight provides light where the darkest caverns are explored, and brightens her logbook pages at night while she writes. Telekinesis gently handles more fragile pieces, also safely moves objects from several feet away. She would be sore to use possibly precious items in her environment to defend herself. Currently, she is working on studying Detect Dead. Due to her memory, it has taken her several months to learn the spell and longer still to successfully practice it. She still has a ways to go before being able to cast it correctly.

Two-Handed: Spears
Judena is fairly proficient with a spear in her hands, an incredibly skilled fisher. In her formative years she learned how to hunt and fight, and has since then relied on her skills to protect herself. The spear acts as extension of herself with both reach and piercing damage.

Moderately Proficient
Natural Ability: Water Breathing, Diving, and Swimming
As an Argonian she is born with the natural ability to breath underwater, a strong natural swimmer. With previous experience on deeper dives she has, in the past, explored lake beds. For small amounts of time she can swim in the cold waters of Skyrim, prefers temperate waters.

Somewhat Proficient
Destruction
Judena knows a few a destruction spells, loves the convenience of Flames and Frostbite, has been using them interchangeably for as long as she has been a mage. So fine tuned is her control with both simple spells she uses it for cooking and meal prep or preservation. Cooling and boiling water, start fires, freezing salted meat, etc.

Short Blade: Daggers
Judena uses small knives and daggers as tools as opposed to weapons. Comfortable chopping vegetables, skinning game, gutting and descaling fish, etc. A tool any adventurer worth their salt carries.

Spell List:
Alteration - Transmutation, Ironflesh, Telekinesis, Detect Life, and Magelight.
Destruction - Flames and Frostbite.

History

Judena Callisar hatched the 28th of Rain’s Hand 4E147 in Soulrest, Argonia nestled safely in a hatching pool at the base of her family’s magnificent Hist tree. In a small clutch of nine eggs, Judena was one of the five to survive to see her naming day. Raised in the cosmopolitan trading port of Soulrest, under the watchful eye of Sar-Keer and Innue, Judena was exposed to a great many different people, including Men and Mer from across Tamriel. Both Sar-Keer and Innue worked at the docks, with her father teaching his children their native tongue Jel, first and foremost. The strange, difficult, common language of Tamriel came second. Writing and learning numbers were priority for the family, Sar-Keer knowing well it would be vital for them to know both if they were to have any hope employment in the city. Like most Argonian children, Judena and her clutch mates learned how to fight and defend themselves early on for survival given Black Marsh’s inhospitable wilds lurking at the edges of Soulrest. Judena opted for using spears, preferring to keep enemies and predators at the end of her pole. Having been taught self defense initially, Judena sharpened her skills with a spear fishing. Out of her siblings, Judena spent most of her time with Xula standing shoulder to shoulder with her older sister. They were opposites in personality, but effectively partners in crime. The entire family worked to bring in some form of income, a supportive unit.

At an early age, Sun-Belly, Xula and Judena showed to have some potential with magicka. Her parents citing they shared the same birth sign
to see such early development. Unfortunately with no real mentors to guide their abilities, they agreed to simply do their best to keep it under wraps. Judena's innate curiosity had harbored hope to learn how to control it while her siblings were content to leave it be.

One rather ordinary day a small group of explorers, largely mages from Cyrodiil arrived to the port. They journeyed to Soulrest to recover an ancient sword from legend said to be found outside the Argonian city in the dense swamps. They petitioned around the port looking for locals who would be interested in acting as their guide. These type of explorers came to the docks quite frequently for one reason or another, in hopes to discover the mysteries that lie in the swampy waters. The four mages were three Imperial men by the names of Hareld, Viro, and Contar specializing in various schools of magic, but all proficient with the school of Alteration. The fourth mage was a female Breton named Leonora Wickcroft that stood out from the rest, catching the Argonian’s eye with her soft beauty and infectious personality. Sensing opportunity, Judena knew what she had to do. She volunteered, demonstrating her physical prowess with a spear and knowledge of the area they'd be exploring, among the few that were interested she proved to be the most fluent in the common language. She became the clearest choice in a guide.

Judena volunteered to guide them, young as she was with only seventeen years to her name. The expedition was planned to be a short one, they prepared for a week at most out in the wilderness. Unfortunately, a combination of bad weather and back tracking forced the expedition to push on for far longer. Fortunately for the mages, Judena was there every step of the way guiding them through certain dangerous waters, past predators and providing food when their stocks ran dry, all too eager to demonstrate her hunting prowess. When they finally arrived to the designated site, the sword they were searching for was buried deep in poisonous waters, ones that Judena would refuse to swim through. Gathered together, the mages and their magicka seeped into the waters searching for the sword. Marvelling at the power, Judena watched them successfully pull the sword free from deep waters. At the site they were able to erase years of mud and decay free from the sword, restoring it. Their talents with the arcane truly captured Judena’s imagination.

On their way back to Soulrest, Judena hounded them with questions, eagerly soaking in their replies and listening in on their conversations. When they arrived safely back to Soulrest, relatively unmolested by the marsh, the mages invited their faithful guide to join them back to Cyrodiil, in hopes of returning the favour thanks to their success and survival. She jumped at the chance, saying goodbye to her family and emotional separation for herself and Xula. Her parents were a little sore to lose some income to the household but happy to see Judena learn to control her magicka. She set out to travel with the band of mages once again, this time to new lands far from home, their first stop would be Cyrodiil.

For several years Judena saw no reason to leave their company, learning a great deal about herself and what she was capable of. She took up study in the Imperial City at the Arcane University where the mages presented their findings and gained permission to continue their expeditions for more lost pieces of history. She spent eight years with them, travelling and learning the tools of the arcane trade. When she finally decided to travel back to Black Marsh to visit her family, reconnect with the Hist, it was on the voyage back home that she fell victim to a rather common accident. She did not duck when the boon of a sail came swinging about with the strong change in winds, unprepared for the blow she was struck over the head, sending her stumbling overboard. When the crew fished her back out of the water, blood was leaking from her ear canals at an alarming rate. She struggled to recall faces she had just met on board a day or so ago, as well as failing to remember where her belongings were, and her hammock aboard the ship. Her memory was immediately, and permanently, affected.

On the journey back to Soulrest, the mages around her tried to mend her mind with what little skill they could as none were adept to fix something as complex as the mind and its memories. There was some progress and hope. Damage that resisted the mysterious properties of Hist sap. She spent two years coping in Soulrest with her family to support her, and took to writing the events of her day down, designing a system for both reference and ease of use to try and help recover her damaged mind. Her self-confidence nosedived, her mood was perpetually stormy and her temper on a hair trigger, as well as being defensive whenever someone dared to remind her of something as if it rubbed in her predicament. What she could remember before the accident was sharp and clear, she never forgot her learned spells and histories, so why couldn’t she remember something as simple as what she had for breakfast the day before? Growing restless day in and day out, she decided to head back to the Arcane University to search for a cure. She disappeared in the middle of the night to board the earliest ship out of Soulrest. When she arrived to the University, she had a pile of angry letters from her family. Xula especially, putting a further strain on their relationship after the turbulent years they already struggled through.

Upon her return, she was greeted warmly by her long time companions. They promised to help her research her affliction. Leonora took to spending the most time with Judena picking up in their friendship where it left off, the years apart disappearing all at once. They were rarely seen apart. Eventually Leonora built up the confidence to confess she harboured feelings for Judena. Judena delightfully accepted Leonora's feelings and reciprocated. In a whirlwind romance they dived into marriage, Judena took a small break from her research to craft an Argonian wedding band for her wife-to-be. They travelled initially back to Soulrest first after they said their vows. The affect Leonora had on Judena's mood was apparent to the Callisars. Judena had apologized to her family, celebrating not only their marriage but Xula's marriage as well. Leaving on much better terms they headed to Highrock, Leonora presented her new wife to her father and siblings, they were put off initially at an Argonian joining the family but were warmed by Judena’s charm.

The honeymoon afterglow lasted a total of four months and sweet as they were, the warm glows dimmed when Leonora’s father fell to illness. With their return came new harrowing responsibilities that anchored both Judena and Leonora to taking care of her family. Leonora’s family flailed into heavy debt, accumulating more when work ran dry for two mages, skillful as they were. Their research was pushed to the side, along with the freedoms they once enjoyed before. Leonora’s patience ran thinner with each passing day, unable to cope with the stress of debt collectors knocking upon her door. What little research they found to time to do had proved fruitless, set back by Judena’s slow absorption of the material. What Leonora found to be unique about her charming wife, she soon found to be yet another burden. Without Judena’s realization, Leonora in secret sought comfort in the arms of someone else. Judena grew suspicious as their marriage strained further, only to discover Leonora’s mistress existence. They split, Leonora begged her forgiveness at her back as she left.

As the decades passed Judena’s heart never yearned for another, time has helped to mend but nothing felt sacred as it once did. Xula and Judena shared now in their loneliness, but comforted the other with words in letter exchange. From that point on, she decidedly surrendered herself to her memory, satisfied to go with the flow, depending solely on her logbooks. A cure may exist but perhaps it wasn’t for her to find. Now free of Highrock, it was time to return to adventure starting with Hammerfell. Judena set out on her own at the age of thirty-two in 4E179. For the next thirty years she wandered from province to province, spending time among the natives absorbing their cultures, history, and collecting some parts of it. In her time she had visited all provinces of Tamriel, never staying in one for very long. She stores her notes and logs at home in Soulrest, always stopping in at home to prep for the new area. Judena saved a few items from every region, selling them and sending some money back to her family. She was often hired as an appraiser, valuing an array of items from weaponry and armour to precious jewelry. Her company often included pleasant sailors, treasure hunters, and archaeologists, preferring to be among others who shared her interests. In her age of near constant travel, fighting and activity her body has remained strong and spry. Others in her age group would be happy in settling with grandchildren around them. Among the many reasons to return to Soulrest, sadly one of the trips was dedicated to seeing her father return to the Hist. He died 4E195, living a long life and succumbing to age. It was a quiet ceremony surrounded by his wife, children, and grandchildren.

In year of 4E208, Skyrim wasn't quite the province it once was. Ravaged by the return of the dragons and the ominous doom Alduin promised and averted by the dead Dragonborn the countryside still scarred by presumed skirmishes between the Stormcloaks and Empire. While any sane traveler would have steered clear of the province, Judena hadn't lacked the courage to return, visiting the College of Winterhold searching its library for reference.

In her time in Skyrim she stayed close to the College, soaking up the academic atmosphere comparable to her days at the Arcane University. It was energizing, mixing minds with the youthful generation, many of whom were sympathetic of her condition. When her meager stash of artifacts from Argonia were studied, cataloged and sold Judena itched to seek out a new expedition. When a messenger came riding in on the morning dawn carrying news of recruitment by a wealthy and famous Rhea Valerius, looking for minds and hands on a Dwemer archeological dig, Judena volunteered immediately. Her experience in ancient artifact appraisal, restoration, and retrieval would prove to be vital resource on such a dig.

Personality

If Judena can be described in one word, it would be laid-back. After years struggling to cope with short term memory loss, losing things and forgetting are simply how things have been for a long time. She believes she has come to peace with her condition, able to fool those around her into believing that as well. In truth, she spends some nights awake in fear of what she will forget at dawn. She still does have moments of panic when she loses something as important as a logbook, with decades of experience she is able to compensate simply by backtracking until she finds a familiar place or face. Judena knows her broken mind enough to quiet the panic quick as it bubbles up.

Gold was rarely in short supply, either finding herself in the company of well-funded mages or fair explorers giving her a cut of the findings. Judena by way of virtue in patience is not the best judge of character, falling in with the likes of thieves or ruthless mercenaries looking for easy coin. But like rain, those instances roll off her back. Never to dwell on what could have been.

Judena notably has a terribly eccentric single minded focus on collection, history or restoring a piece. Much like an artist with a project. She loves to share her extensive experience and education whenever given the chance. She takes delight in appraisal she can give her companions, offering quick and accurate knowledge.

Due to her writing down daily events in meticulous detail, she took no small amount of pleasure on mediating group dynamics with whomever she chooses to travel with, either providing evidence to dissolve rumours or support suspicions. Many have approached her with their secrets and guilt ridden stories, when she was younger it used to fire up her temper, but now she sees the benefit in easing her companion’s minds, promising to strike the confessions from her daily logs.

Miscellaneous

• Judena takes meticulous notes in her daily journals, through years of coping she designed the best way of reference within her own notes. Always noting date, time and event concisely.
• Favourite Drunk Claim to Fame Story: Reincarnated from the argonian lady that inspired the Lusty Argonian Maid.
• Judena’s memory is spotty throughout the day, she relies on her companions to remind her of their names and certain things that may have only occurred or were spoken of hours ago. In a daily ritual before she sleeps she records the day’s events in a logbook, the following morning awakes to reread the logs refreshing her memory. Some precious few things do make it into her long term memory, however there is no predicting what will make it.
• Is a staunch believer in muscle memory, Judena has long since employed rigorous physical repetition when learning new things. If her mind cannot remember, her muscles will.