Character Name: Nikki Martinez-Gallegos Alias: Flamenco Speech Color:HotPink Character Alignment: Villain Identity: Secret
If asked, Nikki would call herself bored, but in truth she wouldn't fully understand the question and that should give you a picture of what Nikki's all about. Nikki has the emotional intelligence of a five year old, a very sadistic, and vindictive five year old. Curious to a dangerous degree, she's is all too happy to endlessly experiment with her powers, weapon designs, and chemical cocktails. Her lab is a minefield of dangerous explosives, half finished energy based weapons, all in a chaotic maze would be a prime example of her thought process, a mile a minute and all over the place. Conceptual ideologies annoy her, constructs meant to contain and confine in her thinking, really she just doesn't get half that philosophical stuff and would rather focus on the important things in life: money, money, and money.
That is the crux of Nikki's ambition is money, all her intellect, her abilities, and what she cares about most is making a buck and making her "toys". Despite her relative success as an arms and drug dealer, Nikki hasn't ever felt safe, always wanting more money, like it will save the sky from falling. She's utterly terrified to ever end up on the streets again and figures money will keep that from happening, its an irrational fear given her skillset but one that spurs her on all the same. Ruthlessness is a cornerstone of Nikki's business model. Anyone looking to sell on her turf wins themselves a present from Flamenco. She not above using any means necessary to make sure she isn't disrespected.
Bubbly and happy-go-lucky most of the time, she loves listening to sugary sweet pop music when working. She hates Mariachi music, or anything else that reminds her of Juarez. She has a special hate for Jesus Malverde figurines and buys them in bulk to use for target practice.
Nikki was a child prodigy with a love for chemistry, physics, and engineering. In any other life, she might have pursued a career, made something respectable of herself. Life is seldom so kind, Nikki grew up in a broken home to a ruthless drug dealer, and smacked out waitress. Her drug slinging dad saw her budding love of chemistry as nothing more than an angle and by the age of sixteen led his gang's team of drug dealers, laundered their money through shell accounts she made herself, and even tinkered with their guns, making them more dangerous on the whole.
The day Nikki's powers arrived after those weird ass domes started doing strange shit was easily the highlight of her week, maybe top ten. She was minding her own business, cooking some clean crystal on the southside in Atlanta when suddenly her hands started heating up and her makeshift lab blew up in her face. When Nikki woke up she could make her veins glow a right technicolor of colors and when she absorbed kinetic energy she could redistribute it in many ways, from firework like flares to high intensity beams that can cut through low grade steel but only at close up ranges. One would think, wonder, horror, and a sense of duty to her fellow man after being gifted such an amazing gift would be her response.
Wrong.
That night she robbed three stores, a gas station, and candy store (girl's gotta eat!), blasting each with neon beams. In the following weeks cops found the cut apart, cauterized pieces of what had been several known drug dealers, one of which being a ruthless bastard known on the street as El Flamenco. in that week a ruthless gang, the Espada were mostly killed, or on the run to this new player. Within a month a new Flamenco had taken his place selling high grade meth, and a few "stimulants". Nikki built herself a nice little slice of turf but all good things come to an end. Hotshots wanting to make their mark as "heroes" started pinching criminals of all flavors. One in particular, some stupid kid calling himself The Knight ( a stupid name) thought he could fuck with her bottom line. He was a pain in her side for a week and his superhuman strength made getting close to him a dumb idea. It didn't help he was bullet proof. Her dealers were brought down left and right, and two of her stash houses emptied out and left to the cops.
Nikki didn't have any choice but to deal with him herself. Which turned out to be a disaster because that encounter ended with him breaking her arm and nearly shattering her collar bone. Silver lining was, she found she could actually cut him with her high intensity beams. Nikki put her mind and hand to work. Sequestered away in her personal safehouse, Nikki built a specialized rifle that, when hooked to her veins could fire a pressurized beam. Crude and based after a game she liked to play, the rifle turned the Knight too slag. By the end of the ordeal, she found a niche in making energy based weapons since her rifle made the straps everyone else used look like peashooters.
The heat was too much though, a dead hero and her gang mostly caught and turning state's evidence, Nikki had no choice but to cut town. She'd find herself in Lost Haven, no crew but a sizable customer base online, and set up shop in a warehouse.
Uniform/costume: When donning her Flamenco persona, she wears a neon purple do rag covering her face. She leaves her body mostly exposed usually wearing crop tops and booty shorts. She also wears an overlarge hoodie with a flamingo printed on the back. Nikki's body is covered in tattoos. Her most important tattoos (to her) is the Pink teardrop under her right eye, the portrait of Jesus Malverde with a voluptuous woman in Dia de los Muertos makeup cutting his throat open, and Flemenco in neon pink letters written across her belly.
Hero Type: Energy (Thermal, Kinetic, Electric, Plasma)
Power Level: Street Level
Powers: Kinetic Energy Absorption: As it says Nikki's skin absorbs direct kinetic, thermal, and electrical energy. This energy is passed off to her blood stream, carried by charged blood cells to the heart where it undergoes conversion to plasma and is then redistributed across her body. This causes her veins to glow neon pink, purple, and electric blue through her skin. Energy Manipulation and Distribution: The plasma energy she gathered can be let loose in a verity of ways, from blinding flares, to focused, short "beams" that can cut through most low grade steel.
Attributes: Height: 5' 4" Weight: 92 lbs Strength Level: Normal Human Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2-5 hours (depends on how much plasma is running through her veins) Agility: Normal Human Intelligence: Super-Genius Fighting Skill: Untrained Resources:[/indent] Minimal
Weaknesses: For all intent and purposes Nikki is human but her ability to absorb direct forms of energy makes her damned tough to kill in the general sense. Her heart is her truest weak point as it is where the energy conversion takes place. Remove it and she's, well, she dead. (Duh!)
Supporting Characters: One is the loneliest number. For now.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: That would be a no.
Let me pose to you a scientific question. What happens when two hundred pounds of stupid, naïve ideals, and meat ploughs into an environment of delicate instruments and volatile chemicals? I ducked to the side. Shattered glass and burning chemicals flew through the air. Half put together straps were scattered in the brute's wake. Hissing I stumbled to my feet, ripped my ruined headphones- they were my favorite pair motherfucker!- out of my ears, and stared down the bull in my china shop. Sheets of shoddy bent metal: iron scraps, sheet aluminum, some industrial steel covered his hulking body in some bastardization of a suit of armor in those fantasy stories. Every inch of him was covered, head to toe, the helmet was authentic at least.
Th Knight in all his bitch-ass glory.
I couldn't help smiling. Running to the far side of the warehouse I skidded to a halt and started digging into the wreckage. "Round two motherfucker!?" I grinned, lifting up a crude acumination of an energy rifle. The Knight turned to face me. "I'm game. Cause I owe you for breaking my arm, cabrón."
"I owe you so much more for the trouble you've caused, the pain you've wrought."
Thick, coiled wire snaked out from the side of my rifle. The whole thing was piecemeal scrap put together from junkyard finds, jacked tech from some lab out in the mountains, and a few other wielded bits. Thing looked like something out of that post-apocalyptic game I played when bored out of my skull. Only this wasn't no fantasy toy. I grabbed the wires, found a few veins and inserted the long steel ends like I was setting up an IV. I hissed in pain but quickly forgot as the wires lit up like Las Vegas at midnight. My grin turned positively jolly.
"This dumbass." I couldn't help but chuckle. I stood up.
"Bullets won't pierce me." His beady eyes narrowed behind his grill. "Face justice or I'll be forced to break both your arms."
"This ain't some fairytale, ese. You some kinda dumb, thinking you can roll in here!? You don't get no princess and you don't get to save the day."
A took a step forward. The ground shook under his feet. I nearly fell on my ass. "Last chance."
"Tomorrow you just gonna be another body."
The thing about firing a pressured beam at a human body wrapped in what can only be compared to aluminum foil, is it melts, fuses, then burns. The two millimeter beam pierced his armor covered belly like it was tissue and burned through the other side easily. He stumbled back and seemed to look down in disbelief as the metal rapidly cooled and fused to his cauterized flesh. He looked up and for a second I thought I saw him whimper. That second I knew he never thought this could happen. I set my jaw, and knew what came next.
I peppered his bulk with beams of plasma, like I was blasting the side of a building. By the time I was done, exhausted and feeling like my arms were going to give out, he was a pile of slag and smoking flesh. I slumped to my keens and started pulling the needles out of my arm. The metal was warped from the heat but my skin seemed alright save for the weeping pinpricks decorating my arm. I'd need to work on the metal prongs, any more warping and the rifle would have stopped firing. Was there a next time? I stared at the rifle for a good long while then up at the heap of twisted flesh and metal. A couple of weeks ago no one would have thought a guy could power through bullets and brick walls and lift cars or that a skinny bitch from the south side would be able to fire a neon show from her hands and make a laser rifle from scrap. It was like something out of a comic book.
Character Name: Nikki Martinez-Gallegos Alias: Flamenco Speech Color:HotPink Character Alignment: Villain Identity: Secret
If asked, Nikki would call herself bored, but in truth she wouldn't fully understand the question and that should give you a picture of what Nikki's all about. Nikki has the emotional intelligence of a five year old, a very sadistic, and vindictive five year old. Curious to a dangerous degree, she's is all too happy to endlessly experiment with her powers, weapon designs, and chemical cocktails. Her lab is a minefield of dangerous explosives, half finished energy based weapons, all in a chaotic maze would be a prime example of her thought process, a mile a minute and all over the place. Conceptual ideologies annoy her, constructs meant to contain and confine in her thinking, really she just doesn't get half that philosophical stuff and would rather focus on the important things in life: money, money, and money.
That is the crux of Nikki's ambition is money, all her intellect, her abilities, and what she cares about most is making a buck and making her "toys". Despite her relative success as an arms and drug dealer, Nikki hasn't ever felt safe, always wanting more money, like it will save the sky from falling. She's utterly terrified to ever end up on the streets again and figures money will keep that from happening, its an irrational fear given her skillset but one that spurs her on all the same. Ruthlessness is a cornerstone of Nikki's business model. Anyone looking to sell on her turf wins themselves a present from Flamenco. She not above using any means necessary to make sure she isn't disrespected.
Bubbly and happy-go-lucky most of the time, she loves listening to sugary sweet pop music when working. She hates Mariachi music, or anything else that reminds her of Juarez. She has a special hate for Jesus Malverde figurines and buys them in bulk to use for target practice.
Nikki was a child prodigy with a love for chemistry, physics, and engineering. In any other life, she might have pursued a career, made something respectable of herself. Life is seldom so kind, Nikki grew up in a broken home to a ruthless drug dealer, and smacked out waitress. Her drug slinging dad saw her budding love of chemistry as nothing more than an angle and by the age of sixteen led his gang's team of drug dealers, laundered their money through shell accounts she made herself, and even tinkered with their guns, making them more dangerous on the whole.
The day Nikki's powers arrived after those weird ass domes started doing strange shit was easily the highlight of her week, maybe top ten. She was minding her own business, cooking some clean crystal on the southside in Atlanta when suddenly her hands started heating up and her makeshift lab blew up in her face. When Nikki woke up she could make her veins glow a right technicolor of colors and when she absorbed kinetic energy she could redistribute it in many ways, from firework like flares to high intensity beams that can cut through low grade steel but only at close up ranges. One would think, wonder, horror, and a sense of duty to her fellow man after being gifted such an amazing gift would be her response.
Wrong.
That night she robbed three stores, a gas station, and candy store (girl's gotta eat!), blasting each with neon beams. In the following weeks cops found the cut apart, cauterized pieces of what had been several known drug dealers, one of which being a ruthless bastard known on the street as El Flamenco. in that week a ruthless gang, the Espada were mostly killed, or on the run to this new player. Within a month a new Flamenco had taken his place selling high grade meth, and a few "stimulants". Nikki built herself a nice little slice of turf but all good things come to an end. Hotshots wanting to make their mark as "heroes" started pinching criminals of all flavors. One in particular, some stupid kid calling himself The Knight ( a stupid name) thought he could fuck with her bottom line. He was a pain in her side for a week and his superhuman strength made getting close to him a dumb idea. It didn't help he was bullet proof. Her dealers were brought down left and right, and two of her stash houses emptied out and left to the cops.
Nikki didn't have any choice but to deal with him herself. Which turned out to be a disaster because that encounter ended with him breaking her arm and nearly shattering her collar bone. Silver lining was, she found she could actually cut him with her high intensity beams. Nikki put her mind and hand to work. Sequestered away in her personal safehouse, Nikki built a specialized rifle that, when hooked to her veins could fire a pressurized beam. Crude and based after a game she liked to play, the rifle turned the Knight too slag. By the end of the ordeal, she found a niche in making energy based weapons since her rifle made the straps everyone else used look like peashooters.
The heat was too much though, a dead hero and her gang mostly caught and turning state's evidence, Nikki had no choice but to cut town. She'd find herself in Lost Haven, no crew but a sizable customer base online, and set up shop in a warehouse.
Uniform/costume: When donning her Flamenco persona, she wears a neon purple do rag covering her face. She leaves her body mostly exposed usually wearing crop tops and booty shorts. She also wears an overlarge hoodie with a flamingo printed on the back. Nikki's body is covered in tattoos. Her most important tattoos (to her) is the Pink teardrop under her right eye, the portrait of Jesus Malverde with a voluptuous woman in Dia de los Muertos makeup cutting his throat open, and Flemenco in neon pink letters written across her belly.
Hero Type: Energy (Thermal, Kinetic, Electric, Plasma)
Power Level: Street Level
Powers: Kinetic Energy Absorption: As it says Nikki's skin absorbs direct kinetic, thermal, and electrical energy. This energy is passed off to her blood stream, carried by charged blood cells to the heart where it undergoes conversion to plasma and is then redistributed across her body. This causes her veins to glow neon pink, purple, and electric blue through her skin. Energy Manipulation and Distribution: The plasma energy she gathered can be let loose in a verity of ways, from blinding flares, to focused, short "beams" that can cut through most low grade steel.
Attributes: Height: 5' 4" Weight: 92 lbs Strength Level: Normal Human Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2-5 hours (depends on how much plasma is running through her veins) Agility: Normal Human Intelligence: Super-Genius Fighting Skill: Untrained Resources:[/indent] Minimal
Weaknesses: For all intent and purposes Nikki is human but her ability to absorb direct forms of energy makes her damned tough to kill in the general sense. Her heart is her truest weak point as it is where the energy conversion takes place. Remove it and she's, well, she dead. (Duh!)
Supporting Characters: One is the loneliest number. For now.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: That would be a no.
Let me pose to you a scientific question. What happens when two hundred pounds of stupid, naïve ideals, and meat ploughs into an environment of delicate instruments and volatile chemicals? I ducked to the side. Shattered glass and burning chemicals flew through the air. Half put together straps were scattered in the brute's wake. Hissing I stumbled to my feet, ripped my ruined headphones- they were my favorite pair motherfucker!- out of my ears, and stared down the bull in my china shop. Sheets of shoddy bent metal: iron scraps, sheet aluminum, some industrial steel covered his hulking body in some bastardization of a suit of armor in those fantasy stories. Every inch of him was covered, head to toe, the helmet was authentic at least.
Th Knight in all his bitch-ass glory.
I couldn't help smiling. Running to the far side of the warehouse I skidded to a halt and started digging into the wreckage. "Round two motherfucker!?" I grinned, lifting up a crude acumination of an energy rifle. The Knight turned to face me. "I'm game. Cause I owe you for breaking my arm, cabrón."
"I owe you so much more for the trouble you've caused, the pain you've wrought."
Thick, coiled wire snaked out from the side of my rifle. The whole thing was piecemeal scrap put together from junkyard finds, jacked tech from some lab out in the mountains, and a few other wielded bits. Thing looked like something out of that post-apocalyptic game I played when bored out of my skull. Only this wasn't no fantasy toy. I grabbed the wires, found a few veins and inserted the long steel ends like I was setting up an IV. I hissed in pain but quickly forgot as the wires lit up like Las Vegas at midnight. My grin turned positively jolly.
"This dumbass." I couldn't help but chuckle. I stood up.
"Bullets won't pierce me." His beady eyes narrowed behind his grill. "Face justice or I'll be forced to break both your arms."
"This ain't some fairytale, ese. You some kinda dumb, thinking you can roll in here!? You don't get no princess and you don't get to save the day."
A took a step forward. The ground shook under his feet. I nearly fell on my ass. "Last chance."
"Tomorrow you just gonna be another body."
The thing about firing a pressured beam at a human body wrapped in what can only be compared to aluminum foil, is it melts, fuses, then burns. The two millimeter beam pierced his armor covered belly like it was tissue and burned through the other side easily. He stumbled back and seemed to look down in disbelief as the metal rapidly cooled and fused to his cauterized flesh. He looked up and for a second I thought I saw him whimper. That second I knew he never thought this could happen. I set my jaw, and knew what came next.
I peppered his bulk with beams of plasma, like I was blasting the side of a building. By the time I was done, exhausted and feeling like my arms were going to give out, he was a pile of slag and smoking flesh. I slumped to my keens and started pulling the needles out of my arm. The metal was warped from the heat but my skin seemed alright save for the weeping pinpricks decorating my arm. I'd need to work on the metal prongs, any more warping and the rifle would have stopped firing. Was there a next time? I stared at the rifle for a good long while then up at the heap of twisted flesh and metal. A couple of weeks ago no one would have thought a guy could power through bullets and brick walls and lift cars or that a skinny bitch from the south side would be able to fire a neon show from her hands and make a laser rifle from scrap. It was like something out of a comic book.
A harsh wind lashed at Julia’s bare arms and face, and the smell of a hard, chilly rain cling to the air. Daylight was fading fast. Thick, roiling storm clouds blocked what would have been another gorgeous sunset. Julia frowned. From the hills she spotted a small frontier town, nothing more than a few dozen or so houses and buildings seemed to make up Longwater. The rumors surrounding the place had regretted mentioning how small this town was. An unusually chilly gust of wind sent shivers running through Julia’s arms and back. Clicking her tongue, she urged her horse along and down into the valley.
It was unusually quiet, she noted upon entering the town. Her horse was twitching and seemed agitated. More than once she had to pull back on the reins to get him quiet. Julia found the inn easily enough. After dismounting, Julia pulled an apple out of her satchel. She rubbed Anna’s nose and feed her the apple. She seemed appeased but Julia knew better than to assume considering the last time she had the fool animal had nearly lost her cart.
Out of her satchel came a small black vail. Popping the cork she waved it under the dappled grey’s nose. Anna’s pupils went large then dilated to pinpricks. The horse’s head Hung and her eyelids drooped. Julia patted the horse’s nose and chanced a smile before going climbing the rickety stairs up and into the inn.
Appearance: A pale skinned, almost doll like woman, with short brown hair and dull brown eyes. She is fairly unremarkable, a face while not ugly or pretty, tailor made to be forgotten. Just another in the crowd as her father would say. Blotches an stains mare the calloused flesh of her hands from years mixing medicines and poultices.
Personality: Julia's foremost virtue is curiosity. Curiosity of the world around her, of the pants and animals she comes across in her travels, and above all, the secrets the human body holds. When she's not divining secrets from the books and journals she's collected or pilfered, she's making sketches and notes in her journal on the natural world. Julia's drive is to unlock the secrets the world throws at her. Where other people are concerned, Julia puts forth a mask, meek, mousey, soft spoken when dealing with strangers or customers, but when her curiosity is peaked her nearly boundless wide eyed energy takes root and Julia becomes nearly uncontainable.
Possessions: Julia wheels around a cart full of her tools, dried plants, dried foods and medicine, books on natural philosophy, medicine, and anatomy, and lastly surgical tools. From this horse drawn cart her livelihood is contained. On her person she carries several bottles of various liquids known only to her, knives of varying usefulness, and lastly a little kit for on the spot dissections or healing.
Backstory: Julia was born in the French countryside to a traveling curious of performers, a gypsy. Her mother was an apothecary and taught Julia many generation's worth of skill with the mortar and pestle. Julia from the start loved everything dealing with making potions and poultices, her bright, curious mind taking in everything her mother taught at a frightening pace. Where the other children were content to chase each other with sticks or play in the river, Julia would spend matching plants she found to the drawings in her mother's books. She took up an interest in drawing, inspired by her mother and took up a hobby sketching nature. There was just something she found so beautiful about it.
When she was barely thirteen her father stowed her and her mother away on a ship bound for America, a so called promise land to escape persecution. Sadly her mother wouldn't survive the voyage, the memory of watching her mother waste away Julia unable to do a damn thing about it, is a driving force for her desire to study medicine. Years passed and she and her father wandered around, he'd find work as a tracker/bounty hunter, while she practiced her mother's art. They ended up participating in the war to come, but ended up separated when they got caught in the cross fire of one a skirmish. Julia found herself being a medic for some confederate camp, figuring the free meals, and a chance to practice actual medicine. When the war ended, she traveled around in a cart she bought from money collected here and there going from town to town. Upon hearing rumors of this town in Kansas and its many strange phenomenon, her natural curiosity was again peaked.
Lauren is what one would call sporty: high ponytail, athletic build, tall, and wiry for her age. Lauren stands nearly six feet tall and has pitch black hair with dark green eyes. Her right arm is missing, a stump up near the shoulder, she keeps her favorite, ratty Yankees hoodie right sleeve pinned to keep it out of the way.
When she is transformed Lauren is decked out in an armored body suit set with dark grey plates. Her hair is kept back in a high pony tail and magic laden with swirls of ash form a right arm for her. Her right eye burns with a dark red light.
The ability to pitch, hell to have her right arm back.
Background: Lauren was born and raised in Angel City to a family of baseball junkies. For as long as she could remember, every time a game came on, her mom, her dad, and her sat around the TV bowls of popcorn close at hand, drinking enough soda to drown a family of horses. Since she could lift a baseball, all Lauren wanted to do was pitch just like her old man, a hero on his home team, her hero. When she decided she wanted to get serious about pitching, she and her dad would throw the ball around, picking up speed with every toss until she could throw with some serous skill and she was damn good at it. The day she went up for peewee baseball, she smoked the competition, helping her team win nearly every game they went to. Never was the she prouder the day she and her team won a championship game.
High school rolled around and she had one singular goal, to go up for the baseball team at Seraphim. With a cut throat attitude, and the passionate desire to become Seraphim's star athlete it was no surprise when she landed a spot on the team. Laruen would face a personal tragedy however. Barely three months into her freshman year, Lauren would suffer a terrible accident, a car crash. Her parents would get out fine, only some cuts and bruises, Lauren would end up with her arm crushed under the weight of the car. Damaged beyond repair, doctors had no choice but to amputate the arm.
A year has passed since that hard time, Lauren went through a year of intense therapy, and now has been allowed to return to school, far behind, but would eventually catch up. All the while she continued to keep herself in prime shape, even going so far as to try out for the track team.
Monster Fighting Abilities:
--Tiberius: The Ashen Wolf's Howl: Lauren's weapon of choice, the Tiberius is a long range bolt action sniper rifle that fires high caliber molten bullets cast from magic. With a range that caps at three miles, this rifle can fire five rounds before needing to reload. Lauren can conjure fresh clips from her own mana reserves. The Tiberius lacks any scope but is attuned to her right red eye which
--Hunt of the Ashen Pack: Lauren can conjure wolf constructs made of smoky magic that have the basic intelligence of a wolf and act according to her instincts and insight. The more attuned with her magic she becomes the more she can summon more of these wolves to aid her and can better direct them. Until then starting out she can only summon two and maintaining them can be taxing.
--Ash Leap: An ability that takes very little magic to perform, Lauren can teleport short distances (1-10 meters) leaving a thick cloud of ash in her wake that lingers for several minutes.
--Ashen Wolf's Fury: Upon activating Lauren's speed, agility, and dexterity are risen to inhuman heights but is robbed of her ability to use magic and is without her magical right arm. This state puts her in a theta state, making her in tune with her instincts and pushes her reaction times instantaneous. The only ability open to her in this state is Tiberius.
Appearance: A pale skinned, almost doll like woman, with short brown hair and dull brown eyes. She is fairly unremarkable, a face while not ugly or pretty, tailor made to be forgotten. Just another in the crowd as her father would say. Blotches an stains mare the calloused flesh of her hands from years mixing medicines and poultices.
Personality: Julia's foremost virtue is curiosity. Curiosity of the world around her, of the pants and animals she comes across in her travels, and above all, the secrets the human body holds. When she's not divining secrets from the books and journals she's collected or pilfered, she's making sketches and notes in her journal on the natural world. Julia's drive is to unlock the secrets the world throws at her. Where other people are concerned, Julia puts forth a mask, meek, mousey, soft spoken when dealing with strangers or customers, but when her curiosity is peaked her nearly boundless wide eyed energy takes root and Julia becomes nearly uncontainable.
Possessions: Julia wheels around a cart full of her tools, dried plants, dried foods and medicine, books on natural philosophy, medicine, and anatomy, and lastly surgical tools. From this horse drawn cart her livelihood is contained. On her person she carries several bottles of various liquids known only to her, knives of varying usefulness, and lastly a little kit for on the spot dissections or healing.
Backstory: Julia was born in the French countryside to a traveling curious of performers, a gypsy. Her mother was an apothecary and taught Julia many generation's worth of skill with the mortar and pestle. Julia from the start loved everything dealing with making potions and poultices, her bright, curious mind taking in everything her mother taught at a frightening pace. Where the other children were content to chase each other with sticks or play in the river, Julia would spend matching plants she found to the drawings in her mother's books. She took up an interest in drawing, inspired by her mother and took up a hobby sketching nature. There was just something she found so beautiful about it.
When she was barely thirteen her father stowed her and her mother away on a ship bound for America, a so called promise land to escape persecution. Sadly her mother wouldn't survive the voyage, the memory of watching her mother waste away Julia unable to do a damn thing about it, is a driving force for her desire to study medicine. Years passed and she and her father wandered around, he'd find work as a tracker/bounty hunter, while she practiced her mother's art. They ended up participating in the war to come, but ended up separated when they got caught in the cross fire of one a skirmish. Julia found herself being a medic for some confederate camp, figuring the free meals, and a chance to practice actual medicine. When the war ended, she traveled around in a cart she bought from money collected here and there going from town to town. Upon hearing rumors of this town in Kansas and its many strange phenomenon, her natural curiosity was again peaked.
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