Jul 29, 2024 10:46 pm
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Name: Ludmilla "Tante Lude" Sheyn (pronounce the e in Lude)
Race: Human (Variant)
Class: Cleric (Tempest)
Background: Courtesan (Custom)
Trait: I've enjoyed fine food, drink, and high society among the elite. Rough living grates on me.
Trait: I'm a hopeless romantic. I love deeply each time and if it is not permanent, that makes it the more poignant and sweet.
Ideal: Passion: I always throw myself completely into whatever life brings me.
Bond: Despite the past, my loyalty to my sovereign is unwavering.
Fault: A scandal prevents me from returning to court. That kind of trouble seems to follow me around.
Appearance: Tante Lude is a strong healthy once beautiful woman now in her golden years. The gold is now cosmetics, though to be fair, it always was. Her voice is deep and throaty and her manner at times overly artificial but always self aware. She has the facial lines of one who has loved deeply and laughed frequently and the bearing of one who has aways been the object of admiration.
Backstory: Lude came to the capital as a young woman, on the arm of a lesser baronet. She quickly became the toast of the court for the next generation of young lords, moving on from the baronet, to a count, a marquis, a duke. It is said that more men died in duels over her favor than you have fingers on your hand. She even became the lover of the crown prince in time, though she was by then twice his age. Here, she finally reached too high and the king sent his Master of Assassins to reason with her. She was persuaded to be reasonable and sent to take holy orders, away from the court.
To everyone's surprise but her own, she took to holy orders and the martial and magical training like she had been raised as an acolyte. She always says the key to life it passion; live it fervently and without reservations and everything you wish for will come to you. So, now, in her second life, she has become a hero, a priestess, and a master of the storms.
Roleplay sample (from her 1st brief game): The entertainment starved orcs were in an angry mood but the captain had wanted this done peacefully, if possible. Tante Lude heard the end of Tara's story. It seemed things were looking up after the initial failures; the orcs had listened, cheered the pushups, now it was time to finish things up. Lude cast a light cantrip behind her shoulder blades so that she would be surrounded by a circle of light and a thaumaturgy to make her voice three times it's normal volume. Not subtle, but this wasn't a subtle crowd. She was counting on it being a crowd that knew each other though. One not that different from an embroidery circle of noblewomen. To quote her old friend Dorothy, Lady Algonquin, "If you haven't got anything nice to say about anyone, come sit by me."
She pushed open the saloon door and strode in, the light gleaming around her.
Quote:
Hello there girls and boys, I hear you've been having a little trouble with some humorless guards. And there they are, cuffed to that post with their own manacles. Nice work. But they are a sad little bunch aren't they.
OOC:
Insight into what might make them sympathetic = 16Quote:
Look at this, it's barely weaned. Growing his first little shadow of a moustache and trying to play with the big boys. Aww. Did things not go well for Mommy's widdle special one? Are the big bad orcs being mean to you. And at the other end of the spectrum, we have grandad over here. Babysitting the newbie and stuck in a situation when all he really wants is to be getting pissed at some quiet and very dark bar where he can put his head down and pass out properly, not stuck here in a light show. And then there's baldie, Mister Tough Guy with his shaved head and his tattoos. How did a big strong man like you get taken down so fast, and not an orc in the place with even a broken finger? You are going to have to do some creative report writing on this one.OOC:
Insight for insulting the leaders of the orc group in the bar = 19Quote:
Well, look who wants to be in the show? C'mon, tell us one of your jokes now. All of us. (pause long enough for it to get awkward but not long enough for him to come up with something). Aw, goblins got your tongue? Well, that's okay, Gods and Goddesses know with the jokes you've been butchering, you might get manacled up here with the little guardlings.Quote:
And look at this big boy, sitting all by himself. I don't blame the rest of you, if you were careless your hand or foot might end up in his mouth along with everything else within 5 feet of himQuote:
And what's this? I didn't know you boys came 20% off. This must be a merchant. See, everything is cut rate. His clothes are cut rate, his weapons are missing a few chunks,Quote:
and even his head came discounted. What were you listening to that your shouldn't have been, eh?Quote:
And who is after you? Ready to run from little ol me? Now now, whatever you did, I'm sure these men will all stand with you . . . unless you somehow ended up with something belonging to one of them or somehow annoyed their pet sheep. (the orc starts at the loud voice and the attention) Oh, was that it? Well, I'm sure you weren't baaaaad to it.Quote:
Now, now, no running away from you either. Stand up and take it like a man. Or at least like a sheep, eh.[/SAY] The orc colors and starts looking upset, like he might start swinging. [SAY]Now now, it's okay, twitchy there already has a friend. Right? At least when you start running you won't have to grab supplies. You have a whole little herd crawling around there in your beard that you can snack on. And, to go with it, you can run your fingers through your hair and have gravy. Now that's forward planning. Quote:
Thank you for playing our little game, and if you enjoyed the entertainment, let the little guardlings go so they can run home to their mommies and tell them about the big bad orcs. Eh?badbaron sent a note to Dipper
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Last edited August 4, 2024 12:14 am