Millicent Shepherd

[Millicent]

Millicent Shepherd Appearance Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 15 Birthday: 37, Winter, 497. Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Millicent is unimposing in stature and presence due to her less than average height and weight. She is neither flabby nor musculature and her skin is lightly tanned. Being a late bloomer, she is occasionally mistaken for prepubescent boy. Her hair is cut very short, adding to her boyish looks. It is between light brownish blonde in color and is similar in color to sand. Millicent has put some effort into her appearance so her hair smooth and soft to the touch. Her eyes are a deep brown that always seem to be faraway. She had never mastered making her eyes look happy when she is faking happiness. Character Concept Millicent is always appears happy, rather she want to be or not. While she does feel other emotions, she can never bring herself to show that. It had been ingrained in her that not being happy is disrespecting her loved ones. Most of the time she wears a figurative mask though occasionally she is forced to don a real one. Millicent goes out of her way to help people. She at-least seems to enjoy socializing and listening to people. While she herself never opens up, she encourages others too. Her focus and goals seems to be to make other lives better. Millicent does have goals of her own, though she would never share them with anyone. However if someone where to get in the way, then she would remove them by any means necessary. What scares her to most in how easily she can disregard human life. Character History That man was the beginning of it all. She did not even remember his name, or perhaps never had known it. She just referred to him as master. Millicent remembered everything else about him, his long black hair, his piercing blue eyes, and slightly hunched ways he walked. He was like a carrion bird, a raven given the flesh of a man. He lived in Syliras, but she vaguely remembered that she was not born there. What he did, she did not know. She rarely left their apartment and he never talked of his work. The man was not her father, though he did pretend to be her uncle though that was a lie. To him all she was someone to tend the room and entertain him. He was gone now. To where or for why no one could say. One day, he acted like everything was normal, the next he was gone. No one knew anything, in fact they barely seemed to remember him. Like a fickle bird he left leaving neither dropping nor plume as a token of his passing. Gone on a breath of the wind. His disappearance overwhelmed with Millicent with emotion. He was gone, gone gone Said one eye overflowing with joy. He is gone..... Mourned the other overwhelmed with sadness. Now, I am alone whispered the mind in mounting horror. This was not the first time she had been left, but those where half remembered dreams. Something horrible had happened, though she did not remember what, only the feeling of great lose and loneliness. It had been like falling, like the ground had opened to swallow her whole. Then when she had finally reached the dept of her sorrow, he descended liked a dark winged savior, or perhaps a crow on a fresh carcass. He used his words like talons to capture his prey. They cut deep and stained red. It was no sweet poison of lies and false comfort. It was the truths buried deep in her. Every secrete and shame was forcefully ripped from her as if her fall had damaged her enough. Then they were thrown back at her, till she was forced to admit every one of them was true. She does not remember what was said, only the mad grin of the man as he ripped out her heart. What was left was a broken shell, not worthy to be called alive. Yet he was not done. No, he had had his fun, but soon he would start the work. To the broken shell, he offered salvation, the chance to be reborn and to have a purpose once again. He neglected to mention what it would be reborn as or for what purpose. There was no doubt what the answer would be. Her blood turned cold at the smile he gave her. The rebuilding was just as painful at the breaking, but took much longer. He twisted and manipulated her, she could see that now, but he still saved her. As much as she hated him, she loved him. It did not matter now. He was gone, and she was free. That thought terrified her as much as it excited her. She had existed to serve him, so now she had no purpose again. The thought of going of going back to her broken shell caused her to freeze mid thought. She would not allow herself to descend into the darkness again. She would make her own purpose. However there was only purpose she could think . That was to find him and be light to his dark. Whether that light would guide him to salvation or burn him to cinders, she had yet to decide. Eventually she promised herself she would find him, but for now she had to live. She had to gather the skills needed to search for him. For now she would have to wait her. Trembling with fear, she reported the disappearance of her "Uncle" and was moved to another room. The thought of it being just her room made her smile though it was bear. Today she rested, tomorrow she would find work. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Unarmed combat 5 SP 8xp 13 Novice Herbalism 5 SP 5 Novice Medicine 5 SP 5 Novice Sewing 5 SP 5 Novice Cooking 19 SP 19 Novice Massage 11 SP 15 RB 26 Competent Observation 14xp 14 Novice Socialization 5xp 5 Novice Interrogation 2xp 2 Novice Rhetoric 3xp 3 Novice Philosophy 3xp 3 Novice Persuasion 1xp 1 Novice Endurance 2xp 2 Novice Negotiation 1xp 1 Novice Lores Human Anatomy fairy tales (Syliras) Moving Forward A New Start, A Fresh Bath The Scarred Man, A Sellsword Milartek: Big Blue Fellow Altaira: A New Friend Drowning One's Embarrassment Wrenmae: I Don't Believe You! Question of Purpose: Should the Weak Be Left to Die? Stormhold Salves grow their own plants Altaria grew up in Avanthal An Impromptu Fighting Lesson With Altaria How to throw a basic hook Basic fighting stand: feet shoulder's width apart IOU: 5 GM to Kreig I have to be strong, not just for me, but for everyone Conditions for Kreig as a teacher Damaged ligaments will slow a foe A Forgotten Key, a Heroic Deed Standing Up to Drunken Brutes Being a Human Shield I Need to Be Stronger! IFairytale Lines: Don't Worry About Me Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 42 Gold Mizas 4 Silver Mizas 8 copper mizas Heirloom: A white porcelain mask devoid of facial features. Housing Location: Syliras House: Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Soothing Waters -2.8 sM 99 GM, 7 SM, 2 CM Living (poor) 45gm 54 GM, 7 SM, 2 CM Training (Kreig) 5gm 49 GM, 7 SM, 2 CM Garlic, 1 oz 4cm 49 GM, 6 SM, 8 CM Ginger, 1 oz 1cm 49 GM, 6 SM, 7 CM Salt, 1 oz 1 cm 49 GM, 6 SM, 6 CM Fish 1/2 lb 2 GM 47 GM, 6 SM, 6 CM Cheese ½ lb 1 SM 47 GM, 5 SM, 6 CM Bread 2 loafs 4 CM 47 GM, 5 SM, 2 CM Basket, small common 5 CM 47 GM 4 SM 8 Cm Pan, 12" 3 CM 47 GM 4 SM 5 Cm Living expense (Squander) 5 GM 42 Gm 4 SM 8 CM Thread List Bathing in the Morning A Nightmare Her First Clients