Post by Ding_Dong_Dirtch on Mar 15, 2019 23:08:51 GMT
Amelie the Unseen Singer
Amelie's life started off comfortable enough. As the first child of a well to do merchant, she was doted on day in and day out. Music lessons, dancing lessons, tea parties... none as extravagant as those of high society, but pleasing enough to the young girl. She had a gift for the lute, soon found and developed by her music teacher for the few years her father had the money to send her. Her father was a pleasant man at face value, fat and jolly, a friendly and active part of the community. Under that, however, her father was a shrewd and violent businessman, doing whatever he could to damage the businesses of those around him and build up his own. This tenacity for growth eventually came back to bite him. Or, more accurately, gut him. Amelie awoke one morning to the chirping of birds. She made her way downstairs, peeking past the railing to look at her father in his favorite chair. He was indeed there, gutted like a fish, intestines spilling forth from his fat belly. The aggressive expansion of her father left her and her mother with very little money to live off of. Soon enough, they were homeless. Soon after her mother died of a disease lingering in the gutters of the city, her living body turning corpse black before she was truly dead. Despite the terminal nature of the disease, Amelie did all she could to raise money for her mother's comfort. Of all the things the bank confiscated, they left her her lute. She played and played and played, played till her fingers bled. She sang and sang and sang, sang until her voice began to shred. In the end it wasn't enough. Her mother died quickly. Soon after Amelie disappeared from the streets, content to sit alone in her alley and cry.
Tyrell Guillard
Her disappearance from the street perplexed and concerned a particularly wealthy merchant, one who just so happened to be looking for a bard. The man asked around the square, inquiring over the location of the girl with the bright red hair. They all pointed to the alley. The man, despite knowing that crooks and criminals hang in those shadows, decided to brave it to see the girl. He found her, eventually. Starved near to death, but still managing to cry, cradling her mother's rotting head in her lap. The man was shocked, but remained, talking to the girl of the nature of life and death. "We all must die, young one. But we never truly fade away. As long as we're remembered."- Those words would resonate with her for the rest of her life. She knew what she must do. Eagerly, she accepted the offer to be the man's personal minstrel.
Amelie's life started off comfortable enough. As the first child of a well to do merchant, she was doted on day in and day out. Music lessons, dancing lessons, tea parties... none as extravagant as those of high society, but pleasing enough to the young girl. She had a gift for the lute, soon found and developed by her music teacher for the few years her father had the money to send her. Her father was a pleasant man at face value, fat and jolly, a friendly and active part of the community. Under that, however, her father was a shrewd and violent businessman, doing whatever he could to damage the businesses of those around him and build up his own. This tenacity for growth eventually came back to bite him. Or, more accurately, gut him. Amelie awoke one morning to the chirping of birds. She made her way downstairs, peeking past the railing to look at her father in his favorite chair. He was indeed there, gutted like a fish, intestines spilling forth from his fat belly. The aggressive expansion of her father left her and her mother with very little money to live off of. Soon enough, they were homeless. Soon after her mother died of a disease lingering in the gutters of the city, her living body turning corpse black before she was truly dead. Despite the terminal nature of the disease, Amelie did all she could to raise money for her mother's comfort. Of all the things the bank confiscated, they left her her lute. She played and played and played, played till her fingers bled. She sang and sang and sang, sang until her voice began to shred. In the end it wasn't enough. Her mother died quickly. Soon after Amelie disappeared from the streets, content to sit alone in her alley and cry.
Tyrell Guillard
Rashbel Gertren
Amelie played and played and played, making a decent enough name for herself under the employ of Rashbel, the man she said at the time saved her from herself. But she soon grew to resent the man. He proved to be a womanizer, wholly unpleasant to be around. So, as Amelie does, she concocted a plan. She dyed her hair a deep black, wore blue makeup instead of red. She would masquerade as an entirely different person. A lady, refined and elegant. Just the target Rashbel would be looking for. She secured a counterfeit invitation to a banquet from one of the administrators, fancy name and all. 'Eliza Resbeth'. A new name. Potentially one she could hide behind, if things go awry. As she arrived at the banquet, she scouted out the window seat. A hefty drop, if jumped from. But, survivable. Between her breasts lay a dagger. She would bide her time, waiting for her opportunity to strike. As Rashbel made his rounds of the guests, he stopped at Eliza for one second too long. Before the word 'Amelie' could leave his mouth, a dagger had been shoved into the underside of it. Unfortunately for her, and much to her dismay, the window proved to be locked. A trial, then. But the trial was short. The town she'd lived in was run by merchants, and the death of one built a considerable power vacuum. Instead of death, she was exiled to the mountains.
Personality
Bright, cheery, friendly, all of these things can be said of Amelie. Despite her generally advanced social etiquette, she maintains a bad habit of sneaking up on those she wishes to speak to. She's incredibly inclusive, seeing the best in every man or beast, and rarely initiates combat directly.
Psychology & Health
Physical Health
Poor [ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | {⮟} | ] Perfect
Mental Health
Poor [ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | {⮟} | | | ] Perfect
Character Sheet
Bright, cheery, friendly, all of these things can be said of Amelie. Despite her generally advanced social etiquette, she maintains a bad habit of sneaking up on those she wishes to speak to. She's incredibly inclusive, seeing the best in every man or beast, and rarely initiates combat directly.
Psychology & Health
Physical Health
Poor [ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | {⮟} | ] Perfect
Mental Health
Poor [ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | {⮟} | | | ] Perfect
Character Sheet
