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| Person from Anticlere | Feb 16 2016, 04:41 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Character Name: Cassinia Vaen, known to everyone and anyone (except her very irritated father) as Cass Origin: Her parents' tiny smuggling cutter (endowed with a characteristic and disproportionately huge sail profile that unites all vessels in this particular trade), identified only by the words Lil Miss Quibbles carved into one of the rails. Current Location: Loghn Meols, a small port town near the Loncean-Erianador boundary. Physical Description: Lanky and wiry, there's little about Cass to recommend her as a hero of legend, or indeed the grizzled Citadel soldier she now pretends to be - it took a little padding around the shoulders to stop 'her' coat hanging on her like a sad sack, and even so her best and current bet is to just hang as far back as possible, and hope nobody pays her too much attention. Clearly none too athletic (though startlingly good at running away), nothing about her posture or walk suggests anything like a fighter's confidence; rather, the slightly aimless shamble of a daydreamer. A black dotted band rings her left eye - a memory of Dontil. There is a small scar on the cheek opposite, which she doesn't like to talk about (cut it on the cobblestones after tripping; but if you never admit to it, it becomes mysterious, and eventually - impressive, right?). She has never attempted any makeup, in part because her face seems permanently smudged with some permutation of dirt, dust, mud, etcetera - enough so for people to think her uncharacteristically pale when she does scrub off. Her hair is a mousy brown, and usually worn either loose behind her back, or in a braid. History/Personality: At twenty years old, Cass has barely lived long enough to make for much of an exciting story; not that she'd admit to it, at any rate. Born to a Loncean father and an Elrulese mother, she has spent her life caught in the cracks in-between, crisscrossing the Serranean Sea as an appendix to her parents' neverending search for work, riches, and occasionally - an escape from the overlong arm of whatever law they might be facing at any given point. Not that she's had much to complain about, mind. Oh sure, she may have grown up the daughter of smugglers, but they happen to be very decent folk, thanks very much, and loved her every bit as much as anybody's (more traditional) parents have ever loved them; not only that, she had the luxury of constant, neverending travel to broaden her horizons so far out, she often loses track of them herself. Oh, so there were boring times, with weeks spent out at sea in-between ports, dozens of miles (and a few warships or ill-disposed corsairs) between her and anybody else her age; and there were dangerous times, when she'd been ushered out the inn in the dead of night and told to quietly sneak back onto their ship, mum and dad're just gonna take care of a little business first and be right along, yeah. But it wasn't, any of it, on balance bad - just different. And hey - if she ever got really bored, she always had her books. Sure they may have been the same three books over and over, but they were damn long books that could keep a child preoccupied for days on end, especially when she didn't understand half the words in them. (It only later emerged that one of them had been written in an obscure Megesi dialect, and so she'd never stood much of a chance to begin with) One of them, as chance would have it, was a herbalist's compendium with the prettiest of drawings - she has no idea to this day where her parents nicked it from, it must've cost somebody a pretty penny, - and that quickly turned into an enduring obsession, which, in its turn, grew into a half-cobbled profession. Now, with her parents old enough to consider turning the page over on endless travel and settling down in southern Elrulion, and her - old enough to want a life of her own, Cass makes her way to Lonce, to take part in her infamous (and well-beloved; definitely favourite) uncle's next great scam. Items of Interest: There are only two things on her person that Cass would never part with. The first is a small, yet imposingly thick leatherbound tome, being the aforementioned herbalist's compendium whose pages are now home to her collection of exotic dried insects and plants, and whose margins have long played host to her own scribbles about everything and anything. The second is a wooden box of low-grade scribing tools, which has great sentimental - and not inconsiderable practical - value. Everything else, down to and including her satchel of lesser alchemical supplies and tools, is considered replaceable, and will be dropped or thrown at people/things to facilitate her escape should a situation deteriorate too rapidly. Edited by Person from Anticlere, Feb 19 2016, 06:02 PM.
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