Name: Eleanor "Cookie" Cutter
Race: Human
Relevant Abilities: "I'm a line cook, so yeah, I'm good at taking orders. Goes without saying that I can cook and clean up afterwards too. By the way, 'Cookie' is just the name the line guys gave me, baking cookies isn't really my thing, just so you know. Combat abilities? Wait a minute... This isn't exactly
just chef training, is it? I'm in over my head now, aren't I? Dammit. But I get to be a full-blown chef in the end, right? Okay, fine. Does chasing out thugs with a knife or a meat hammer count?"
Tell us about yourself: "I'm already here, so might as well. Grandma always told me to go for it, so that's why she was fine with me leaving our tavern out in the sticks to work here in the city. So when I overheard a pair of patrons loudly praising me ('the fine young women of your kitchen' in their words) to our head chef for dishes I didn't even prepare all by myself, I should've been suspicious right then and there. But as soon as they mentioned they were Fiore retainers looking for candidates for their 'girls-only apprenticeship program,' my boss, ever-hungry for prestige, didn't hesitate to put me on indefinite leave and sent me over here. Yeah, just me. I'm the only girl on our line, you see."
Work history: "Mom and Dad are always away doing who knows what for the Empire and they rarely visit if at all, so it fell on my dear old grandmother to raise me. She brought me up on stories of knights-errant going around the Empire putting things right. Don't know why it had to be those kinds of stories and not much else, but when I told her that I wanted to be a knight of the realm too, her eyes grew wide like you wouldn't believe and she told me not to talk about things like that ever again. Naturally, neither did she. She told me I should make a really good name for myself in modern, non-confrontational ways instead, like being a highly-rated chef and eventually running my own place, maybe even work for some royals if I get really, really good at it. As soon as I got old enough, she started training me and putting me to work in our little tavern. Before long, my shepherd's pie was the talk of the town, and my old boss happened to be in town visiting some relatives. Most people would disapprove and call what he did 'poaching,' but Grandma didn't mind at all, saw it as a 'graduation' even. She was really beside herself with pride the day I left our quiet little burg to join the kitchen staff of no less than Chez Bois-Joli."
Tools you are skilled with: "Oh, nothing fancy, just regular kitchen utensils. I help clean up too."
Occult Knowledge: "Let's see... I heard that my great-uncle Stanislaus was a witch hunter, fancy hat and all. Or should that be 'is'? Nobody's heard from him in quite a long time, you see. Other than that, nada. When it comes to things known to tempt demons, my people think it's better to be safe than sorry."
