Milkman

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@Milkman Wonderful IC post - I can't wait to get underway! I was going over Vilhelm's backstory with a bit more scrutiny now that the excitement of getting it done has passed, and I wasn't satisfied with his current occupation or really motivations to even want to go after Hadrian's treasure. So if it's alright with you, I'm going to alter his current occupation into professional Treasure Hunting rather than the more vague Bounty Hunter/Private Security. It fits nicely into his character and would give Katelyn Smith a more justified explanation for reaching out to him for this job!

@Lord Wyron

Sure. I have no problems with that. I really appreciate you asking first :)

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@Lord Wyron @Abstract Proxy @Hellion The IC is open for business. You guys can start posting.

@Expendable @Wayward Once your CS are finished and accepted you can join in as well. We'll work on the assumption that your characters have been present at the table from the start. Or if you have a good idea for writing them in, let me know :)

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Christiana Town

Evening

Christiana Town, the ever thriving mining settlement, the last bastion of civilization located on the outskirts of the Kharakhi desert. This once little town was founded over 60 years ago by Gerard Hearst, the notorious steel magnate, when rich iron deposits were discovered in the mountains that mark the border between the arid Iridian Republic and the Kharakhi desert. He promptly bought the land, builded a settlement and named the mine and town after his first daughter, Christiana.

Over the past six decades the little settlement grew from a hundred or so souls extracting iron ore from the ground and living in shacks to a booming town with around five thousand souls in it and many businesses from saloons, hairdressers and blacksmiths to theaters, general stores and much, much more. One of such businesses was a saloon named The Wild Stallion.

The wild Stallion, a bit of a rowdy and notorious place that attracted the working man’s crowd. Miners would come in after their shift ended to drink and gamble their earnings of the day away while watching the girls of the night dance to the tunes of the piano player. If they did win at night, they might just brush the dust off and spend some time on the upper floor with a dancing girl. The ones that lose would eventually retreat drunk and penniless to the comfort of their angry wifes.

This saloon was the kind of place that would hang up a big shoddy reproduction of some famous painting in a somewhat faint attempt to appear more classy than the rundown place deserves. However the booze is cheap and the piano player half decent. So for those with not much coin to spend and looking to have a good time, The Wild Stallion was the perfect place. Needless to say that this particular saloon attracted a diverse crowd of outlaws, workers, lowlifes, scum and the occasionally lost proper gentleman. It was here that Katelyn Smith found herself sitting at a round table with just such a diverse and maybe even a bit questionable crowd.

For a moment she looked around the densely packed saloon. Behind her a group of eight very vocal and obnoxious kobolds were downing beers, playing poker, joking and complaining about the lack of Kobold women in town and the shitty pay the Hearst mining company was paying them for their hard work in the iron mine. In between their banter the occasional sexist remark would be thrown at any female that dared to come close.

The bar was packed with a group of mostly human cowboys who had just delivered fresh beef to the town’s butchery and were in a jolly good mood. Some of them could not keep their eyes off the dancing girls while others eyed the room for perhaps a cheaper catch for the night.

At one of the other tables the dim witted half-orc deputy sheriff was getting his pockets emptied while playing poker with some of the lads that were the previous night still in jail. Everyone with a keen eye could see that the dealer and one of the other players were scheming and cheating the others at the table out of their money. Fortunately for them, the deputy wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed otherwise he had thrown them through the window of the saloon, halfway across town in one of the empty cells without leaving the chair he was sitting on.

The truth was that Katelyn had spent the past week pretty much every night in this poor establishment making herself familiar with the crowd and remembering their faces. Based on the knowledge she had gained, the female gunslinger determined that apart from the cowboys at the bar, everyone in the establishment were regulars. Townsfolk that had been living and working in Christiana Town for some time. None of the current patrons of the Saloon carried even remotely the hint of being from up north.

When Katelyn was satisfied with her observation that there were no specific prying eyes from up north or dangerous gunslingers that might jeopardize her undertaking she turned towards the merry band of people at her table. The group was certainly as diverse as it could get.

Katelyn poured herself another shot of tequila and downed it in one go and looked around the group sitting at the round. The people she had invited at her table weren’t randomly chosen. The female gunslinger had done her research and invited only people that matched the skill profiles she deemed necessary for the undertaking she was about to propose. For a moment she sat there comfortably in silence, building up the anticipation before finally speaking in a soft yet resolute voice. “The name is Katelyn Smith. I’m looking for people with your specific skill sets to accompany me on a trip into the desert in order to collect Hadrian Augustus' lost gold.”

The way she spoke those words made it almost sound over confident. As if it was child's play to find a treasure that people had been searching for 50 years and never found a trace of. And yet Katelyn made it almost sound like it would be an easy endeavor. As if you could just ride into the Kharakhi desert and pick it up. However this woman was 100% confident in her abilities to find this treasure.

“I am well aware that finding it won’t be a simple job. The Kharakhi desert is a very dangerous place and requires specific skills to navigate and survive. That is why I am recruiting people who were born and raised under the scorching sun. But there will be more dangers. Aggressive creatures, hostile people and competing treasure hunters for sure. Expect to be hurt, to suffer and you need to be willing to put your life on the line. it won’t be easy”

Katelyn paused a bit before continuing. “Next to the many dangers of the desert there is also the matter of actually finding the lost gold. Many have tried and none have succeeded in the past 50 years. The reason is that none of them had actual leads. They did not know where to look, where to start and basically wandered aimlessly through the desert, hoping that by chance they would stumble over a pile of gold. That won’t be the case for our little journey. Right now I am the only one in the world with leads the the whereabouts of Hadrian’s gold”

The gunslinger pulled what looked like an expensive brown leather covered notebook from one of the pockets of her vest. On the front cover was the Imperial seal of the Imperial Augustus family. It was well known that the late emperor Hadrian Augustus had a love for writing. Throughout his reign he published various novels, short stories, poetry bundles, essays of varying quality but he was most famous for the extensive diaries he wrote throughout his life. He started them the moment he could write and continued writing them throughout his entire life. Those diaries presented a very detailed look into the life of the emperor and the inner workings of the imperial court. Many of his ministers and servants vouched for the information that was written down in those works. The last known diary was found when the revolutionary republicans captured the imperial palace. The last page covers events of just a few days prior. All known diaries of the emperor were written in similar brown leather covered notebooks.

“This is a diary of the Emperor. It details the first part of his journey through the Kharakhi desert and more specifically, that there is a next volume and how to find it.”

She looked around the table with her serious and confident expression. “This is a one time offer. An equal partnership in the undertaking. Lend me your skills, in exchange we split the 2.5 million imperial gold coins equally.” It was clear from her intonation and body language that she was dead serious about finding the gold. This offer from Katelyn was non-negotiable but generous at the same time. You could even consider it an offer you can’t refuse. Afterall, would a gunslinger let you walk away with information that could lead to the legendary treasure?

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I've started working on the opening post. We're starting out at a table in a shady saloon in Christiana Town.

@Abstract Proxy Which of Lis alter Ego's will be at the table?

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@Expendable Looking good. Just expand a bit on Jake's personality and if you want on personal style. Then you can move him to characters tab.

The psychometry thing is interesting. Haven't encountered it before. Now I have to create objects with history. There might be instances where I as GM introduce objects and Jake might not get the full history and run into some sort of magical block for plot reasons. If there is information to be learned through psychometry I'll add it to the post in a hider. It is up to you then to decide to what extend you want Jake to learn and if you want to share it with the rest of the party :)

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Can you expand the psychometry? What it does and such?

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Here it is! Very sorry for the delay, I had a sudden burst of inspiration today and had to re-orient my character idea essentially from the bottom up. Spent about 6 hours straight working on it! I may very possibly make some minor adjustments or word edits tomorrow, but for now, I must sleep 😅
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Vilhelm Lundström

Vilhelm Lundström

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Vilhelm Lundstrøm
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: (The) Northman / North-Man
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 50
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Human
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Male
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Private Security Guard / Bounty Hunter; Bookkeeper (Formerly); Pugilist (Retired in Disgrace)
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: Lawful Good

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 6'3" (192cm)
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Exceptionally well-built with a top-heavy physique emphasizing his chest, arms, and shoulders.
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Dark Blue
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Vilhelm possesses a thick mane of white hair parted down the middle and braided into a ponytail draped over his right shoulder, while a full, well-groomed beard-and-mustache covers the lower half of his face.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Caucasian, tanned from exposure to the Sun.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Vilhelm has no tattoos or piercings, holding nearly all manner of body modifications in disdain. His face, however, does show signs of thick scar tissue around the eyebrows from his years spent as a boxer.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: A Dandy in nearly all respects, Vilhelm has made great effort to present himself as the quintessential gentleman, even in situations where it may be impractical. His typical outfit consists of a slim-fit double-breasted suit that emphasizes his physique, worn beneath an embellished leather overcoat and topped with a fedora and scarf draped over the shoulders. When relaxing, Vilhelm's "casual" outfit is a matching trouser-and-waistcoat combo worn over a ruffled white shirt.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Courteous * Noble * Chivalrous * Formidable * Old-Fashioned * Short-Tempered

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Single
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: A descendant of Northern Barbarians famed for their brawn and battle-fury, Vilhelm has spent the better part of his adult life attempting to defy the stereotype of primal savagery cultivated by his forebears. He is refined, well-mannered, and restrained, if rather straight-laced and stoic; carrying himself with the dignity and authority of a decorated military officer.

Placing great value in his personal integrity, Vilhelm is dutiful and honorable: keeping true to his word, showing disdain for underhanded or below-the-belt methods, and having, perhaps, an overinflated sense of justice and fairness.

Seeing the pursuit of Strength - both literally and metaphorically - as one of Man's highest callings, Vilhelm encourages not only himself, but those around him to seek Strength in all its forms. It was Strength, after all, that motivated him through a sickly childhood; his ill-fated career as a boxer; and the restoration of his tainted honor as a Bounty Hunter bringing criminal bands to justice.

Despite his genuine nobility, however, Vilhelm carries more of the Barbarian in him than he cares to admit. He is mercurial and easily-offended, quick to laughter or anger in equal measure. Prone to deep and sudden melancholies with little provocation, Vilhelm can be brusque, irritable, or even completely non-verbal in his ruminations. Most dangerously, however, is Vilhelm's temper. His anger is a terrible beast: swiftly roused and violently aimed at whatever object or person is offending him. This wellspring of Rage is a double-edged sword: a source of both power and immense shame for Vilhelm, who has tried for years to control it without success.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• In times of deep thought or idleness, Vilhelm has a tendency to stroke his beard and mustache.
• To ward off joint stiffness, Vilhelm regularly cracks his knuckles and fingers, and rhythmically clenches and unclenches his fists. (Good warning sign of impending anger).
• Whistles in moments of silence, or while performing minor tasks.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Reading, particularly classical fiction or history books
• Attending the theater
• Clothes Shopping
• Drinking and socializing with friends
• Bare-Knuckle Boxing
• Bartitsu Fighting

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Wretched Creatures (Insects, Rodents, certain Reptiles & Amphibians, etc.)
• Loud Noises (Sudden crashes, gunshots, explosions, etc.)
• Losing control of himself
• Dying alone, unfulfilled, and forgotten

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Reading
• Animals, especially Dogs
• The Arts (Ballet, Music, Theater, Picture Shows)
• Sweet Things (Sodas, Candy, Pastries)
• Fine Clothing
• Beautiful things
• Relaxing, either alone or with friends
• Good Morals
• Honorable and Dignified Behavior

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Uncouth / Rude People
• Degenerate or Immoral Actions (Stealing, Unjust Killing, Cruelty, Substance Abuse, Gambling, Excessive Body Modification, Deviant Behavior, etc.)
• Loud Noises
• Coffee
• Vegetables
• Magic* (General Distrust more than outright Dislike)
• Growing Old

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Physical Fitness - Due in no small part to his career path, Vilhelm is in incredible physical shape given his age, able to keep up with much younger men with relative ease. His strength, especially, is almost-superhuman at times, and is a source of great pride.
• Bare-Knuckle Boxing - A professional prizefighter in his youth, Vilhelm's skills as a boxer have not left him. While not as fast or agile as he used to be, he still possesses a very mean left hook, and can incapacitate several untrained opponents with little trouble.
• Bartitsu - A different fighting style adopted after his fateful last match, Vilhelm favors Bartitsu for general self-defense and light skirmishes, incorporating both his old boxing techniques with his ever-present walking cane to discombobulate and immobilize street thugs or other low-grade threats without resorting to his more brutally straightforward fighting style.
• Marksmanship - Vilhelm is an adequate shot - though a poor hand at the quick-draw - and can competently wield both pistols and rifles, though he's not fond of guns.
• Riding - Vilhelm can competently ride a horse, but is by no means a jockey.
• Diplomacy - As a well-dressed man of fine breeding, Vilhelm is a skilled diplomat, impeccably polite in nearly all social situations. He is able to adopt both a commanding authoritativeness or more gentle, grandfatherly aspect depending on the situation, demonstrating a refined charm no matter which persona is used.
• Literacy - Thanks to a high-class upbringing, Vilhelm is a gifted writer and orator, having spent the better part of his early childhood immersed in his family's library.
• Investigation - While no master sleuth, Vilhelm's present career in Private Security has made him an able investigator, typically relying on word-of-mouth, newspaper reports, or even the occasional undercover operation when necessary.
• Bookeeping - Easily the most mundane item on this list, Vilhelm was a bookkeeper for a period following his boxing career, and as such, he possesses excellent organizational skills, a fine attention to detail, good communication skills, and unshakeable personal integrity.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Rage - Though it is not something he is not proud of, and can hardly be considered a "skill", Vilhelm's capacity for anger does indeed have its uses. When sufficiently angered, injured, or otherwise emotionally compromised, the dam holding back Vilhelm's anger breaks, causing him to enter a state of primal ferocity. During this period: his already-immense strength is temporarily heightened to superhuman levels, he becomes highly-insensitive to, if not outright immune to pain; and his fighting style becomes much more brutal and direct. As powerful as these Rages are, however, they are short-lived, leaving Vilhelm exhausted, weak, and wracked with extreme guilt as soon as he regains his senses.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• A black, silver-topped walking cane
• Colt Single-Action Army Revolver
• Journal w/ fountain pen
• Leather Suitcase (Carrying enough general supplies and spare clothes for a week's travels)
• Deck of playing cards

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Vilhelm Lundstrøm's family first emigrated to the Iridian Empire three generations ago, and through hard work, determination, and just the right amount of luck, his grandfather climbed the rungs of society from lowly woodcutter to founder and patriarch of an extremely profitable lumber company, which to this day provides much of the timber used by the surrounding towns and cities across the Republic.

Perpetually in poor health, Vilhelm spent much of his early childhood stuck in the family home, which, while spacious and comfortable, felt more-and-more like a prison to the frail boy as he grew older and became increasingly-aware of his limitations. While he does not look back on those years with much fondness, Vilhelm does credit them as being the beginning of his interest in literature, as the innumerable books in the family library became his only real escape to the outside world.

Upon reaching age twelve, Vilhelm decided that he would no longer be shackled by his physical ailments, and knew that the best way to break those shackles would be in mastering the physical. Now old enough to leave the house alone for short periods, Vilhelm took to chopping down trees in the woods behind the house, and subsequently chopping firewood from those fallen trees in daily ritual. This simple repetition of labor was a slow-and-steady process that, with time and continued efforts, eventually bore fruit. Within a few years, Vilhelm had changed from a pallid and scrawny youth into a robust and burly teenager, free from the frailties that plagued him almost his entire childhood.

With this newfound physique came a newfound passion for boxing, both as an expression of physical power, and an avenue for Vilhelm to make his own mark on the world, without relying on his family's wealth and reputation. Sure enough, by age eighteen, Vilhelm had entered his first match as a professional prizefighter.

This marked the beginning of a lucrative twelve-year boxing career that brought further fame and fortune to the Lundstrøm name. Vilhelm was a natural in the ring: fighting with a swiftness and ferocity that made him a fan-favorite spectacle. At the peak of his fame, all believed that this would be a shining legacy for Vilhelm; a source of pride and honor for generations to come...But no one could have predicted what would happen next.

Now thirty years-old, Vilhelm's years of experience had honed him into a more deliberate and restrained fighter. And by all accounts, his match on that fateful morning began just like any other: this time against an up-and-coming Half-Orc lad who was said to be almost as talented as Vilhelm was when he first started.

The crowd watched in eager anticipation the hot-headed and reactive offense of the young prodigy against Vilhelm's focused and ironclad defense. A brief-but-devastating feint shifted Vilhelm's guard long enough for the Half-Orc to land a sucker punch on Vilhelm's eye socket, sending him reeling backwards with a gasp from the crowd. With first blood now drawn, what was setting up to be an exciting match quickly turned to horror.

No one could say why it happened. Vilhelm had taken headshots in his career and shaken them off before, but whatever happened this time made him see red. With an animalistic roar that shouldn't have been possible from Human lips, Vilhelm hurled himself at his opponent with a fervor and savagery that was unseen even in the earliest days of his career. A rapid series of devastating punches quickly devolved into headbutts, eye-gouges, chokes, and a powerful throw that sealed the Half-Orc's fate. As soon as he hit the floor, Vilhelm was upon him with another flurry of punches, each accentuated by a hideous battle cry. The crowd was clamoring in shock and terror, and it took three referees to pull Vilhelm off. Though less than a minute had passed, the damage was already done: and the young challenger lay dead on the floor.

Arrested and charged with manslaughter for the horrifying incident, Vilhelm was exonerated due to a determination that the Half-Orc apparently died from a fractured skull sustained after hitting the unpadded floor, rather than any deliberate action on Vilhelm's part. This acquittal - while abound in rumors that the judge was paid off by Vilhelm's father - nonetheless meant that Vilhelm never saw the inside of a jail cell, though it was the last time he saw the inside of a boxing ring.

While that fateful morning was the first manifestation of Vilhelm's Barbaric Rages, it would not be the last: and the threat of that beast looming inside would stay with him to this day.

Spending the next five years in deliberate obscurity, Vilhelm focused his efforts within the family business. Despite everything that had happened, he still sought perfection in himself, and committed fully to the ideal of the perfect gentleman to hopefully prevent such a terrible incident from occurring again. He soon decided, however, that he could never truly grow and move on so long as he stayed where he was - where everything went wrong.

Coming out of his semi-retirement at thirty-five years old, Vilhelm left his birthplace and family, taking a stagecoach to the far southern reaches of the Republic surrounding the Kharakhi Desert, where his bloody past hopefully wouldn't follow him.

Deciding to aim his physical talents towards protecting others and fighting injustice rather than bloodying other men for sport, Vilhelm made a new name for himself as a bounty hunter and private security guard. Now, despite his advancing age, Vilhelm is still active in the field, and faces perhaps his most dangerous job yet: seeking the ancient treasure of Emperor Hadrian Augustus.

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Seek Strength. The rest will follow." -King Vendrick, Dark Souls 2
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖:

@Lord Wyron

Nice, i loved the part about dying from hitting the unpadded floor :D
Mister Lundstrøm is accepted. You can move him to the character tab.

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@Wayward @Lord Wyron How are you CS comming along?

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Ok, so hear me out, this is gonna look a bit insane, but I promise...I am only a little bit crazy.

Edit: I probably need to do some more editing as I kind of ran out of time this morning, but hopefully this all makes sense.

Essentially what I would imagine is that Lis joins the party as either Dylis the thief or Lisandra the wizard (I might go full insanity and have her at some point adopt whichever persona she doesn't at first portray if she is caught).

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"True" Persona:

Lis

Lis

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Lis
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lis has a seemingly endless collection of past and prepared aliases. Currently she calls herself Lisandra the Actress or Dylis depending on which persona she is wearing.
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 25
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Changeling
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Female
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Currently posing as traveling wizard, turned actress and a thief.
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: True Neutral

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 5' 7''
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Lis possesses a dancer's build, hiding strength born from agility beneath a gentle, pleasant appearance.
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Her eyes are ever changing to match many forms, but in her true form her eyes are a stark, entirely empty white.
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: Lis has long silver cast a light shade of silver. Usually tied in an elegant bun using an ornate set of silver hair pins, they conveniently work exceedingly well as lockpicks.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: She has pale gray skin.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Considering her ability to change forms, Lis has little interest in marking her true form with ink, instead she takes great pleasure in adorning her assumed forms with scars and tattoos as befitting these intriguing forms.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: A chameleon, Lis changes her clothes to fit the mask or persona she wears, however in the rare times that she remains in her natural form, she favors well fitting garments of a distinctly older elven cut.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Careful * Curious * Deceptive * Ever-Changing * Observant * Subtle

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Unattached
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Lis is a thousand faces and a thousand personalities. She is whoever she thinks other people want her to be. She is whoever the job needs her to be. And in each moment, she is exactly who she wants to be. Or so she would claim. Not that she has ever told anyone as much. Not that she would ever tell anyone half as much. She is a walking, talking ambiguity, a paradox wrapped in the cloak of constant change. She knows that she is who she is...and who she seems to be, all at once.

She wears many masks. Fleeting creations, driven by need or whim, and discarded without hesitation. Faces with simple names. Names without identities. A serious faced soldier. A pleasant severing girl. A dour faced constable. A dangerous looking bandit. She crafts ambitious personas. Not just faces. Not just names. But people. People that she cares for. People that she loves. People with their own pasts. People with their own lives. People with their own fears. People with their own ambitions. People with their own hopes. People with their own families. People with their own friends. And people with their own beliefs.

Lis keeps a handful of personas, suitable for a range of situations and applications. Some she has played for years. Some she knows better than herself. Some she has had to retire ahead of their time. Lis recalls such moments with sorrow and bitter regret. But she knows hard choices are necessary. She knows that sacrifices have to be made. She has had to disappear, she has had to allow her compromised identities to perish, so that she might assume another of her personas.

Within the endless Matryoshka doll created by her masks and personas, Lis feels increasingly lost. Beneath each discarded layer a new person emerges, another mask suitable for the moment or an invented persona for her to embody for long stretches of time. Trapped in performances, Lis is consumed by a gnawing sense of dread that there will be nothing real, nothing true, when she gets to the last little doll inside of her.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Eavesdropping - Lis, the Changeling, has a habit of eavesdropping. There are few better ways to discover useful information than to discreetly overhear a conversation or four.
• Compulsive Liar - By profession, Lis has found herself becoming something of a compulsive liar. She is loath to reveal anything that could be considered true about herself, no matter how seemingly unimportant or harmless any sliver of information about her might be.
• Pacing - When subject to intense excitement or anxiety, Lis tends to pace, although mercifully for anyone lodging below her, she is somehow a most quiet pacer.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Reading - Few things are regarded with as much affection from the Changeling as books, particularly rare and old ones.
• Visual Arts - Lis takes solace in drawing in a small journal she keeps. Less often she will take time to execute a full painting. Her artistic persona, a tiefling painter, is known to have a small but dedicated following of admirers and collectors.
• Calligraphy - Enmeshed in creation, Lis will spend hours writing admirable calligraphy in the many languages she commands.
• Sewing - What began as simply a way to insure that the clothing required for her many roles would pass muster, soon became a genuine passion and Lis is quite proud of her skills with thread and needle.
• Singing - Part profession, part pleasure, Lis still finds singing to be an amusing way to spend her time.
• Tobacco - Despairing of drinking, Lis instead finds smoking tobacco, preferably in a pipe, to be quite amusing.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Stagnation - Chief among the fears that assail the Changeling is the fear of settling down, of becoming too comfortable, and of forgetting that each role can only be played for so long.
• Commitment - Stuck with permanent wanderlust and a lust for life, Lis is notably afraid of the mere idea of a committed relationship with one or several people (she’s not one to judge).
• Imprisonment - With a long list of crimes behind her, Lis is understandably worried about ending up in a small prison cell.
• No More Great Roles - Although she considers it a distant worry, Lis can’t help but fear that one day there will be no more great roles for her to play, whether on or off the stage.
• Self Less - Jumping from adopted role to role, Lis fears that one day she might not be able to recall her true self.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Acting - Taking a broader view of acting, Lis takes immense pleasure in successfully playing a role, particularly when she manages to convince someone that one of her masks or personas is a real person.
• Money - Fond of the things that money can buy, Lis is keen to make a tidy profit, regardless of how ethically this profit is acquired.
• People Watching - Lis enjoys watching people across all the domains of life, all people, from the lowliest guttersnipe to the most elegant socialite. What better way to further her craft and gain inspiration?
• Social Events - Fond of festivities and people from all walks of life, Lis will do her best to find any reason to be social and has been known to successfully converse with even most cantankerous settlers.
• Art - Lis adores all forms of art and all manners of artistry. Music, literature, paintings, drawings, and craftwork, all happily occupy her attention. And if she has the coin to spare, she is more than willing show her appreciation in cold hard cash.
• Cleverness - A schemer at heart, the young changeling appreciates a clever quip, witty comment, or complex plan.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Interruptions - On or off the stage, nothing angers Lis more than unwelcome interruptions.
• Fear of Changelings - Understandably, but perhaps hypocritically, Lis loathes the fearful, distrustful view that most people have of Changelings.
• Poor Manners - Seeing herself as more than a little refined, Lis takes great offense at poor manners and has been known to plot a lengthy con simply to spite someone who forgot to offer her the proper salutations.
• Conservatism - A creature of endless flexibility and constant change, Lis holds little interest in the status quo or keeping things forevermore as they currently are.
• Orders - Happiest when free to make her own choices, Lis internally bristles as at being told what she to do. She can listen. She can follow orders, but she doesn’t like it, and if possible will offer a snide comment or two, provided it doesn’t break character.
• Violence - Lis takes no pleasure in violence and sees no appeal in physically harming others. She’s no saint, but she’s no killer, robbing people of their burdensome wealth is plenty enough for her, she has no interest in stealing lives.

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Actress - Lis a talented performer, able to perform plays old and new of almost any genre. She has a talent for single mannerisms and a sharp ear for voices, able to mimic a wide range of accents. Generally presents as a woman, but more than capable of assuming a masculine role.
• Languages - Perhaps due to her nature as a Changing and Actress in equal measure, Lis is gifted when it comes to the many tongues spoken across the lands and she shows great ease learning new languages.
• Passable Shot - Uninterested in violence, Lis is nonetheless capable of proficiently using a firearm.
• Riding - Although Lis far prefers to ride in a comfortable carriage, she knows how to ride a horse.
• Athletics - To prepare for the stage, Lis has engaged in long hours of practice over many years, and she has the athleticism that one might expect from a seasoned performer.
• Acrobatics - At times, a role requires feats of physical strength, balance, or agility. Lis has spent some time tumbling, tightrope walking, and performing other entertaining feats for coin.
• Insight - In order to create her masks and personas, Lis has had to cultivate an insight into others. She often manages to deduce how others might think, how they might act, and what their intentions are towards her.
• Investigation - Lis has a knack for finding out information or the location of items that she might like to steal.
• Perception - Acting that Lis observe the world and the people around her. The beginning of every mask and persona that she creates lies in the careful observation of others.
• Deception - The bread and butter of most changelings, deception is perhaps Lis' oldest friend. She is able to convincingly hide the truth. She can mislead other through ambiguity, or as often, by telling outright lies. She fast-talks officers of the law. She cons merchants. She passes herself off in disguises that compliment her shapeshifting. She dulls suspensions with false assurances. And she maintains a straight face while telling blatant lies, lies that shape her very person, and her very soul.
• Persuasion - In all her roles, Lis finds persuasion to play a critical role. To sell a story, for a range of purposes, she is wields tact, her social graces, and assumed nature to influence and beguile.
• Performance - Beyond her deceptions, deep beneath her own conceptions and hangups, Lis is a performer. She lives to delight an audience with an truly extraordinary performance and to draw attention from potential patrons.
• Stealth - If worst comes to worst, Lis is no stranger to vanishing from sight, and quietly escaping.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Shapeshifting: A changeling, Lis has the magical ability to change her appearance. She can alter her facial features, skin (coloration/texture), hair (length/color), apparent race, sex, size (height/weight), within the limits of a human and halfling scales. Her transformations take several seconds, but Lis is able to change her form as often as she likes and her new appearances last until she changes her form again. Far from a minor illusion, shapeshifting for Lis is a physical transformation. Given her shapeshifting talent, Lis is rarely seen in her true form, and she instead prefers to adopt all kinds of humanoid shapes. However, unlike some changelings, she does not treat her forms as mere clothes to wear and discard haphazardly, but roles to cleverly portray.
• Illusion Magic (Wizard): A proper wizard, Lis has been trained by some of the finest wizards and arcane tutors that can be found in the land. Her travels have afforded her many opportunities to pursue knowledge hidden in ancient tomes. Although she is capable as a spellcaster, her specialty is doubtlessly the school of illusion. The Changeling shows great talent when it comes to creating illusions both big and small.
• Thievery: Off the stage, Lis lives a life steeped in the shadows. She sneaks. She picks locks. She lightens pockets and empties all manner of containers. She performs sleight of hand tricks to beguile. And her trade in this maleficent role is to liberate the property of others for her own profit.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Props Appropriate to the Role - Aware of the dangers of keeping her own personal possessions, Lis keeps only items that belong to her current masks or personas.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:

The only child of two changeling parents, Lis grew up among a traveling troupe of changelings. Harmless religious fanatics, her parents were cultists of sorts, Becomers, changelings that believed that the the essence of being a changeling was to possess different shapes, different identities, and different lives. They taught Lis that her purpose, her true purpose, and the way to enlightenment was to keep changing.

Enmeshed with a merry band of performers, Lis came to embrace such ideas. She grew up seeing her parents change appearances at a whim. She learned to call them by different names. She learned to recognize them with different faces. She learned new pasts. She experienced new presents. And she accepted new futures. Lis remembers her childhood as happy. She recalls her excitement at learning how to shapeshift.

She remembers her first mask, a reflection of joy. She remembers her first persona, a street urchin raised on the streets of the old Imperial city. She remembers her first performance, playing the youngest daughter of King Gawain in the classic Elven tragedy Aramil.

In time, convinced that she had learned what she could as a member of the traveling troupe of changelings, Lis struck out on her own, accompanied by the the happy and proud encouragement of her parents.

Exploring new depths, Lis found herself studying at one of the few sanctioned arcane institutions that remained. She was Emmeline, an idealistic human, full of love and loyalty to the Iridian Republic. Unfortunately despite her success, Lis lost the permit sanctioning her official use of magic when she discarded the persona following a storied romance, but controversial romance with her evocation professor and the subsequent theft of the noblewoman's sizable dowry.

In the years that followed, Lis experimented with a number of different personas. Enamored by the work of long dead painter, she became Nija, a young tiefling woman from the distant city of Daklan, far to the east across the Northern Sea. Trying her hand at painting, Lis discovered that an unexpected natural talent, and soon found herself selling paintings for outrageous prices. Commanding a small following of devoted admirers and collectors, Lis found herself mingling with the upper-crust of Iridian society. Pleasant summers spent painting the children of the aristocracy ended dramatically when Lis decided to attempt to channel her visions of change into her art, resulting in an highly abstract series of paintings that were quickly deemed heretical by the artistic gatekeepers of the young republic.

Fleeing the capital with bitter tears in her eyes, Lis changed into Sedilia, a serving girl in a brothel. Quickly growing bored with this role and the unwelcome advances of her customers, Lis created two new personas. Lisandra, the half-elf actress, and the half-elf thief, Dylis.

Seeking out a new challenge, Lis decided to play these two roles in parallel. And so, Lisandra, bastard daughter of an elven nobleman, began a meteoric rise to the top of the theatrical world. Concurrently, Dylis, guttersnipe of no repute, turned into a skilled thief, well regarded by her swift fingered peers. In time, Lisandra would come to loathe the established world of theater, the predictable schedule of plays demanded by the common citizen, and the profitable ventures supported by the investor. At the same time, Dylis would find herself under growing scrutiny from the local constabulary, following a string of infamous thefts that culminated in the theft of a golden bust of Emperor Hadrian Augustus from the newly renamed Iridian Museum of Art.

Convinced it was once again time for change, Lis decided to travel west. Soon after, Lisandra announced the creation of her new one woman show and her intentions of traveling west to spread her art beyond the stiffing metaphorical walls of the capital. And conveniently, on the very same night, Dylis sold her most recently acquired valuables to her favorite fence, purchasing new papers and a seat on a train traveling west.

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖:

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.” - As You Like It by Shakespeare

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖:

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Invented Personas:

Dylis the Thief

Dylis

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Dylis
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤:
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 25
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Half-Elf
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Female
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Thief
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: True Neutral

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 5' 7''
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Dylis has the lithe, slender build best kept by a professional thief.
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Dylis has pale green eyes.
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: The young half-elf has auburn hair that rests a short distance above her shoulders.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Dylis has light skin, reflecting her wood elf heritage.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Dylis bears the many familiar reminders of a life spent in constant motion. A noticeable scar, likely from a blade, cuts across her collarbone and down her chest.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: Dylis goes to great pains to blend in, wearing the simple outfits expected from a woman of meager means. Unassuming and meek looking, she favors outfits with many convenient and subtle pockets.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Timid * Nervous * Kindhearted * Sweet * Stealthy * Nimble

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Unattached
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:
The sweet thief of your dreams, blessed with a golden heart and a kindly demeanor. Dylis seems far from an expert thief. Instead, there is something helpless about the young half-elf. She seems to be a young woman caught up with the wrong crowd and in the wrong place at the wrong time. An unfortunate soul forced by circumstance rather than desire to commit a long list of crimes. Unaided by sweet wine, Dylis is a timid mouse, nervous, but not unsociable. With the fire of alcohol burning through her, she can manages to be far more confident and direct.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Superstitious - Like many a thief, Dylis is exceedingly superstitious, and firmly convinced that the appropriate personal ritual is an important part in her ability to remain unnoticed.
• Coin Flipping / Sleight of Hand Tricks - When bored, Dylis can often be found flipping coins along her fingers or performing a wide range of sleight of hand tricks with said coins.
• Fingernail Biting - To her own embarrassment, Dylis bites her fingernails when nervous, a habit not even her parents could get her to stop.
• Snacking - In quiet moments, Dylis likes to snack on small treats, often fruit or sweet candies. And while she often makes sure to bring her own supply with her, in a pinch she is not above stealing to satisfy her sweet tooth.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Games - Dylis enjoys playing board games and games of chance whether for money or simply fun.
• Carving - Handy with a knife, Dylis is fond of carving wood into various shapes that take her fancy.
• Dancing - Blessed with nimble feet and a natural sense of rhythm, Dylis will dance if there is opportunity to do so. Music helps, but is not needed.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Pain - Dylis is no gunslinger, she is no bounty hunter, and she is no soldier. She recoils from the very idea of pain and does her best sidestep any great amount of suffering, for herself as well as others.
• Imprisonment - A thief since her earliest years, Dylis maintains a healthy fear of imprisonment.
• Starvation - A product of her upbringing, Dylis struggles with constant worry about her next meal. She keeps her hunger at bay by keeping small snacks on hand.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Music - If you like to dance, you like music, and Dylis is no exception.
• Drinking - Drawn to others, Dylis finds drinking only serves to make her more social and silences any gnawing nerves she might experience among strangers.
• Money - What thief doesn’t like money?
• Food - Having grown up hungry, Dylis takes immense pleasure in eating food, and shows an adventurous spirit when it comes to trying out new cuisines.
• Animals - Dylis loves animals, small or big, friendly or not. She claims no great expertise, other than an ability to find animals very cute.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Classism - Dylis holds a particularly negative view of the classism that still prevails in the Iridian Republic. Having grown up on the streets, having starved, having clawed her out of the gutter, and having been forced by circumstance into a life of crime, Dylis sees the Iridian Republic with clear eyes.
• Braggarts - Surrounded by criminals, Dylis has grown rather tired of others boasting about how much money they have made.
• Rain - Early years as a street urchin has left Dylis with a strong dislike of the rain. She remembers far too many nights spent soaked and shivering in the mud filled streets.
• Officers of the Law - For understandable reasons, the young half-elf has little positive to say about officers of the law. She views all constables, sheriffs, marshals, and assorted lawmen as inevitable opponents.
• Evangelists - An unfortunate encounter with a wandering preacher trying to encourage her to turn a new leaf and pursue a nobler life of virtue has convinced Dylis that the religiously inclined, in a professional capacity, are probably best avoided.
• Violence - Interested only in profit, Dylis positively abhors violence, and will do anything she can to avoid having to harm or kill others.

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Athletics - Keen to enter through second story windows, Dylis is an accomplished climber.
• Acrobatics - Catlike in her movements, Dylis moves easily and stealthily, managing agile bounds, well-timed dodges, and finding or staying on her feet in remarkably tricky situations.
• Investigation - An old hand at robbery, Dylis has by necessity learned to discover clues that may aid her deductions, particularly when it comes to figuring out where valuables might be hidden.
• Sleight of Hand - Quick with her hands, Dylis is capable of effortlessly performing acts of legerdemain or manual trickery.
• Stealth - Keen to perform her ill deeds without being seen or heard, Dylis has a talent for sneaking, concealing herself, slinking past guards, slipping away without being noticed and sneaking up on others.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Thievery - Dylis is a talented thief. She is an experienced burglar. A gifted pickpocket. A speedy lockpick. And a quiet sneak, lightfooted and hard to detect.
• Illusion Magic - Although no wizard, Dylis claims she has a modest talent for magic and merely picked up some tricks along the way. Wizards and others of a magical persuasion may discover that Dylis seems far more capable as a spellcaster than she lets on.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Derringer (.41) - For her own protection, Dylis keeps a small, sleek two shot derringer hidden somewhere on her person.
• Blackjack - As a last resort before lethal violence, Dylis relies on her blackjack. A short, easily concealable club, consisting of a lead weight attached to the end of a short wood shaft, the small club allows Dylis to bludgeon as needed.
• Dagger - Less of a weapon and more of a tool, the young half-elf is nonetheless fond of the unremarkable dagger that she carries in a sheath attached to her belt.
• Thieves’ Tools - Dylis keeps a well-used set of so-called Thieves’ Tools in a canvas tool roll carefully secured to her lower back. Dyis favored set of tools consists of a small file, a set of lock picks, a small mirror mounted on a metal handle, a set of narrow-bladed scissors, and a pair of pliers
• Colt Single Action Army Revolver (.44) - Dylis keeps enough questionable company to know that it is in her own best interest to openly carry a firearm. The Colt Single Action Army revolver she wears in a holster on her hip, is reliable, cheap, and gets the job done.
• Backpack - Dylis keeps a packed bag with the assorted tools needed for travel and enough supplies (food and water) for a couple of days spent in the wilderness.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:

Dylis was born in the great port city of Meldryn, in the northernmost reaches of the Iridian Republic.

She knows precious little about her parents. Save that her father was an elf. She never met him, the man was gone, lost in yet another peasant uprising before she was even born. And her mother, the proprietor of a small tavern, died from an unnamed plague during her early childhood. With no relatives to speak of, Dylis found herself sold to a textile merchant, Harol Wellby. Regarded as a mere servant, treated poorly, and suffering no small degree of abuses, Dylis ran away at the age of seven, promising to never again be dependent on anyone else.

She became just another street urchin, just another orphan that prowled the streets of Meldryn in one of the countless gangs of children that afflicted the poorer districts of the city. Still, she learned from the older children. She learned to lie. She learned to sneak. She learned to steal. She learned to hurt. And she learned to kill.

Guttersnipe became thief as years passed and Dylis joined the ranks of the true criminals that threatened the purses of the honest citizens of Meldryn. In short order, she found Meldryn had become too small her. There was only so much to steal. There was only so much to rob. And her reputation had begun to catch up with her.

In search of greener pastures, Dylis traveled to the capital. She found a new racket. She found a new gang. She found new friends. And for some time, she found a paramour. At least until the law caught up with the infamous Black Boot Gang and its leader, Thrice Hanged Jarsali outside the Iridian Republic National Bank. Escaping the fatal shootout that followed, Dylis returned to more discreet crimes, acquiring a respectable reputation among her fellow thieves.

Things were good, until a sudden ambition saw Dylis completing a daring set of jobs targeting a loosely distributed collection of priceless artwork depicting the Emperor Hadrian August and his family. What had been more of a caper than proper job, brought unwelcome attention, as law enforcement grew concerned that a potential imperial conspiracy was afoot, given the thematic link between all the stolen artwork. To her great horror, Dylis discovered that that an entire department of lawmen were now dedicated to finding her and bringing her to a justice.

Hounded by the law, Dylis acquired new identification papers at a premium cost and burned her last favors with the old fence One-Ear to purchase an escape. Boarding a train, she fled west, eventually finding herself the Kharaki desert. Far from the reaches of the law, she began to offer her unassuming services in Christiana Town and New Hope.

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Sssshhhh!"
𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖:

Lisandra

Lisandra Thervan

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Lisandra Thervan
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤: Lisandra the Actress
𝔸𝕘𝕖: 25
𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Half-Elf
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Female
𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: Traveling Actress, Occasional Wizard for Hire
𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥: True Neutral

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: 5' 7''
𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕: Lisandra has a slender build, with the right amount of curves to perfectly fill out the tantalizing attire expected of a professional actress.
𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤: Lisandra has captivating gray eyes
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣: She has long dark brown hair that reaches just past her shoulders. Lisandra goes to great pains to ensure that her hair is well kept and spends a noticeable amount of time grooming.
𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖: Her skin is fair, light, and untouched by anything as imposing as manual labor.
𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Earning her living by acting, Lisandra has made sure that her skin is unmarked, unblemished, and largely untouched by the harsh sunlight, following the practices of the ancient nobility when it comes to always carrying an umbrella.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖: As Lisandra, Lis catches all eyes, dressing in only the most elegant and fashionable attire, leaving many observers to conclude that she must, at the very least, be the wayward daughter of a wealthy land baron.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

Charming * Passionate * Entertaining * Daring * Spontaneous * Rebellious

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: Extremely Unattached
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: A pleasant glass of sweet elven wine, Lisandra wields the practiced charm and grace of an actress. Full of stage honed confidence, she speaks easily, and is happiest when she is in the center of attention. She is daring in her art, holding great confidence in her own abilities, and this belief has carried over into her behavior off the stage. She holds no regards for tradition, seeing rebellion against the status quo, be in art or life as completely necessary. She is meticulous in her craft, but decidedly fond of debauchery in her private life, a trait she deems most fitting for an entertainer.

ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:

• Daydreaming - When faced with particularly boring situations, Lisandra is unapologetic about her habit of daydreaming.
• Name Dropping - Lisandra enjoys casually or not so casually mentioning the names of famous entertainers that she has worked with or wealthy patrons that she has entertained, professionally and socially.
• Lip Biting - In moments of great anger, Lisandra tends to bite her lip rather than fall prey to distasteful habits like yelling or cursing.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:

• Art Appreciation - Holding herself to be a cultured woman, Lisandra spends much time appreciating the arts.
• Socializing - It does not take much to convince Lisandra to attend a social event or gathering.
• Entertaining - Lisandra is fond of holding private salons, consciously aiming to please or to educate.

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:

• Being Boring - Lisandra is deathly afraid of being boring, by her own measure or that of others.
• Lack of Fame - For all professions regarding her dedication to the art of acting, Lisandra wants to be famous and she wants to be remembered. Fading into obscurity is simply not something she is willing to accept.
• Poverty - Desiring a comfortable life full of expensive things and many homes, Lisandra sees poverty for herself as a true horror.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Music - Lisandra adores music and everything related to music. She sings. She dances. She plays instruments. She happily listens to others sing or play. And she pleasantly watches others dance, never poorly judging even the worst of dancers.
• Art - An art appreciator through and through, Lisandra fancies art in all forms.
• Social Events - Something of a social butterfly, the half-elf actress is drawn to others, finding renewed energy from engaging conversation, and especially when it involves big parties.
• Finer Things - Claiming a refined taste and noble origins, Lisandra enjoys the finer things in life. Expensive food, expensive wine, fine jewelry, priceless furniture, and exquisite accommodations are all things she desires.

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:

• Drunkenness - Despite her love of parties, long experience has taught Lisandra that drunkenness leads only to boorish behavior and violence.
• Impatience - A woman of the stage, Lisandra holds it as a great sin for others to be impatient, particularly when she is speaking or performing.
• Physical Labor - A lady in her heart, Lisandra firmly believes that physical labor is best left to other...more capable individuals.

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟:

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Performing - Few can compare to Lisandra when it comes to performing. She is a gifted singer, a talented dancer, a wonderful actress, and a noteworthy musician.
• Persuasion - Full of charm, Lisandra is quite capable when it comes to influencing others.
• Perception - Lisandra is an astute observer, quick to note important information about other people.

𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:

• Acting - Lisandra is an actress’s actress, she can play any role, simple to complex, ancient to trail blazing modern. She has a talent for single mannerisms and a sharp ear for voices, able to mimic a wide range of accents. Gender is merely a passing thought for her, and she can convincingly play a man if production requires it. Unlike her more common colleagues, Lisandra seems to not just play a role, but to become the very character that she is portraying.
• Illusion Magic (Wizard) - As part of her show, Lisandra utilizes minor illusion spells. When asked, she claims that she is in fact a state trained wizard, quickly producing an authentic looking document sanctioning her use of magic and a letter from, Lamlis Varis, the well-known head of the Actor's Guild of the Iridian Republic explaining that one Lisandra Thervan is a close...very close personal friend, and great friend of the arts.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

• Elegant Dress - Ignoring all matters of pragmatism, Lisandra wears long, elegant black dress.
• Matching Elegant Hat - Lisandra has an elegant hat (more even) that matches her dress.
• Fancy Boots - Showing a surprising disregard for the terrain found out west, Lisandra has donned a pair of fancy boots.
• Umbrella - Wary of too much sunlight or rain, Lisandra takes care to always bring an umbrella suitable for the weather.
• Large Suitcases - Lisandra has brought several large, heavy suitcases with her. Full of clothes, personal items, and props for her performances, the collection of luggage has proven the bane of more than one valet.

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
Lisandra Thervan was born in Cedarspire, the product of a brief dalliance between an elven noble, rumored to be the scion of the wealthy Quillathe family, and Imelda Balmont, a famed courtesan from Eshkrigal, city of the brilliant flowers. Having accepted a sizable sum of money for her silence, Lisandra's mother never spoke of her father, much less uttered his name, and instead set about to raising Lisandra in the brothel where she worked. In large part, this choice was made due to the largess of the brothel madam, who had taken a liking to Lisandra's mother and her newborn, and the coin that the exotic woman she brought in every week.

Growing up among the gentle ladies of the night, Lisandra came to understand much about the world.

In her early teens, Lisandra was taken in by a distant cousin,

performances all over the Iridian Republic. It was at this time that she first began to sing and act in public. She encountered many companions and admirers, growing her confidence.

She was discovered by the theater house owner Jeremias Van Brock, who persuaded her to act in a play performed by the then unknown Dwarven playwright Duergath Urshar. A role and play that saw both actress and playwright receive unprecedented acclaim and attention. Leveraging this unexpected success, Lisandra secured a roll as the understudy to the great elven actress Melisende Galerne. Under the watchful eye of Galerne, Lisandra developed her craft, blossoming into a true talent. Lisandra established herself as a formidable actress, highly regarded for her theatrical instinct, her ability to with a mere indication to understand a role, and successfully perform it. As her roles increased in prominence, Lisandra's career continued to grow in pace with her growing fame. Her rise, as far as the critics of the capital was concerned, culminated in the memorable performance she gave as the Princess Tiaathque in a modern rendition of the classic elven comedy Two High Elves of Jhakala. After this performance, she was called the natural successor to Galerne
a statement her mentor accepted generously.

Success on the stage, brought Lisandra many rich rewards. She earned a significant amount of money. She mingled with the nobility. She dined with the wealthiest citizens of the capital. She gained devoted admirers. She received a bounty of gifts from those seeking to catch her attention and to hold her favor. Less reported on was her intimate association with the gnomish wizard, Duvamil, from whom Lisandra claims to have learned all her magic.

Eventually, tiring of the burdensome aspects of fame, repeated roles, and seeking a new creative outlet, Lisandra announced her intentions to journeyed west, and embarked upon a thus far mostly well received one woman show. Critics willing to brave the lawless territories beyond the comfortable reach of the Iridian Republic have noted her wide range of expertly, some say impossibly well played roles, and her clever usage of illusions to create sets that compliment her elaborate performances.

Despite her artistic endeavors, Lisandra has also offered her services as a wizard for hire in between performances, finding the extra coin useful for her continued comfort. To some fanfare she has also occasionally joined theatrical productions performed by lesser known colleagues, partly out of amusement and partly because of the generous pay offered.

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖: "Surely you must have heard of me? I'm Lisandra Thervan."

@Abstract Proxy

Looking great. Lis is accepted :)
You can move her to the character tab.

Under the scorching sun (Fantasy western)

This is quite the detailed character sheet, it's taking me some time to fill it out.

@Expendable

I hope to start the IC on monday. But I'm still waiting for a bunch of other CS as well so don't feel a need to rush.