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How old are you?: 19

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How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I was introduced to LOTC by the lovely player Anastasius.

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Definitions

 

What is roleplaying?: Roleplay is taking on a character and writing out their interactions and life with the world and other characters around them, influenced by their history, desires, and skills.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming is having knowledge of a stranger's name, enemy plans, or knowledge in general when IC that character should not know, found out from out of game means or the msg system.

What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Powergaming is being highly ridiculous and unbeatable  in a scenario, likely that of combat. By not giving your opponent a chance to defend or surpassing the realistic limits of your character.

In-Character Information

Character’s name: Prissila Cheryl Nuvel

Character’s sex: Female

Character’s race: Human (Heartlander)

Character’s age: 26

Biography:

Raised amongst stalks of wheat and under a blue sky, Prissila was not a heartlander born into wealth or behind the safety of a city wall. She was born amongst squalor of a homestead on the outskirts of Felsen on the 23rd of Sun’s Smile 1536 shortly before Autumn took hold of the land.  Raised the majority of her life by her father and eldest brother, Eirikir, Prissila’s mother Rowenna had left her as a babe not even two years after she was born, seeking peace in war. Prissila was born a screeching and healthy child, with the light locks of her father and her mother’s grey eyes. While born the fith child, she was only the second living child of her parents. Two of her eldest siblings, Evette and  Audo had died by the plague that arose in 1526; robbing them of their lives while they were still in the cradle.  A heart shattering event that planted the seeds of fear in her mother. The loss of her other older brother Corbin whom she would never come to know,  died a year shy of her own birth by the family’s bull.  Startled one evening, Corbin just a young lad was crushed by the beast.

The death of her third child weighed heavily upon her Rowenna, and when the chance came for her to run and be free again like in her youth- her mother took it. When the The Orenian Empire turned their eyes and blades on the dwarven fort Rhewengrad in 1537, Rowenna followed the Empire’s army as a healer to escape the ghosts of her dead children; all but abandoning Prissila and her family for the campaign despite her love for them.  Her mother had come from a line of apothecaries who passed on knowledge of tradition healing,  making her useful to the throngs of soldiers would may end of sick or wounded in the battles to come. The absence of her mother growing up left a hole in Prissila’s chest, leaving her a sullen and quick to anger child unable to understand why her mother was not present. Despite the best efforts of her father to rangle her wild behavior and local woman who took pity-Prissila would always find trouble, shucking her chores with the chickens and garden for an escape of her own.  

 

Finding entertainment in fighting  with other local child, she often came home with scraped knee and bruises. On days her soul was calmer, her curiosity would lead her across the hills of the countryside-disappearing for hours at a time much to her father’s displeasure. Prissila did love her father and grew to notice what her digressions did to him,  a man under stress trying to provide for his family with meager means-when she would come home running across fields it would be with an interesting leaf or perhaps a flower; something to brighten his day at the slightest. While they received letters during the years from Rowenna, it did little for Prissila whom found the written words insignificant.  When her mother did finally return in 1542 after the Empire retreated from bloody siege of Kal'Ordholm, it did not bode well for the family-Rowenna was not well received and upon the homecoming. Her mother’s attempt to embrace her ended with Prissila to screech claw her way out of the stranger’s arms. The damage was well and done.

The years following her mother’s return Prissila was slowly coaxed in to coexisting with Rowenna by her eldest brother. Trying to lighten her sour mood by distracting her; teaching her to ride a horse, taking her on trips to the city, and teaching her harder work of the farm; something to exhaust her anger. He assumed the mantle of her caretaker while their parents attempted to reconcile and they did-her mother would bare another daughter in 1546, when Prissila stood on the cusp of womanhood at age eleven. Felicie her new sister was a delicate babe that absorbed most of Rowenna’s time but perhaps for the best, fear still plagued her mother.. Though she had calmed some, Prissila resented her sister and ignored the spoiled child-for she would experience a childhood vastly different from her own.  Eirikir attempted to continue to guide Prissila as she became a woman, but it was Rowenna who had to intervene. There are some things only a mother could teach and Prissila received her mother’s guidance with a cold politeness,  only for her brother’s sake. While it was clear Rowenna doted upon Felicie, it was Eirikir’s suggestion to their mother about teaching Prissila about herbology that broke the ice.

Rowenna  had approached her about learning the ways of an herbalist and healing, like many in their family before her. It was a family tradition and it was clear Eirikir would inherit the farm.  She would either have to marry or find a way to fend for herself, Prissila agreed and received the tomes her grandmother passed had written full of notes. Prissila’s hands were not particularly delicate and were full of callous, and it took many years after to refine her hands to that of a healer’s but she’s never truly possesed the gentle touch needed for the trade. Working alongside her mother wearily for a time, fully content with a mentor and apprentice relationship with her own mother. She slowly came to an understanding with her mother.  Though verily much independent, together they began to treat local populace for colds and broken bones. The body was proving to be an interesting subject to Prissila, how it worked but her ability to study was limited. It was unseemly for a woman to handle bloodier cases,  her fascination was seen as macabre-another mark upon her reputation. Her mother had had excuses given her place in the war passed but Prissila found herself brushed aside when it came to treating wounded-trying to spare her. None the less the work she did do managed to earn Prissila a small wage of her own, one that she began to hoard-for she had her own plans now past the farm.  With the guidance  mother,  she learned much; from the uses of plants  like Serpents Stalk

for burn salves, how to set bones, to take care with how much Blissfoil  is used,  and how to stitch a wound. Their home finally had some peace by the time Prissila was eighteen. In that calm, Prissila began to seek a closure for herself. Inquiring about the war Rowenna had abandoned her for over the following years. How the front truly was, if it was worth it. The past was not something lightly brought up for her mother though, and she spoke of it sparingly. Alike in willful spirit, the pair were different in handling their fears.

A stagnation took over Prissila’s life, there were always a call or so for the help of a healer but life had grown dull. Wanderlust prompted Prissila to proclaim her plans to leave, where her aging father and brother supported her-her mother told her she would regret it; pleading for her to stay. Prissila only answered her mother by calling her a coward, and that it was time for herself at the age of twenty two to leave. She had earned enough coin to support herself if she was careful with her fund, taking to the road as a wandering healer-with her grandmother’s apothecary tomes tucked away amongst her pack. She had plans to expand on the woman’s work by studying new plants and traveling with the goal to find new mentors to quench her thirst for knowledge.  In the last few years she has yet to leave the continent out of fear what lay beyond the Empire, Prissila has traveled up and down  the coast, passing through settlements as just another traveler offering her skills only when in need of coin.

 

Personality Traits: Serious, straightforward, daring, curious, meticulous, mockful,  grim, stalwart, clever, independent, competitive, modest, aspiring.  

Ambitions: To continue her studies of herbs and healing, establish herself a known healer, own property.

Strengths/Talents: Minor physical strength, fleetfoot, knowledge of herbs and medical practice, farming, animal rearing, confidence.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Grace, knowledge of weaponry, poor education,  manners,  wisdom, finances, conversation.

Appearance: Prissila stands at 5’6, an average build-oval faced she is considered pretty. Her eyes are a light grey, her white cheeks and nose splashed with freckles. Her long blonde hair drapes over her shoulder in a curly mess; to which she keeps covered with a white linen veil despite her youth.  If you catch her partial smile you will see the small gap of her two front teeth and if you shake her hand you will find toughened fingers and palms. She is modest in dress, donning a full sleeved kirtle, dressed with her apron and neckerchief-stained with some blood from her work she could not wash off.

Skin: Screenshot

 

[Kilig 333]

[Kilig 333]

Congratulations and welcome to the Lord of the Craft community! I enjoyed reading about Prissila and I hope you have fun roleplaying her. Feel free to send me a private message either here on the forums or in game (my MC names: 6___6, kilig) if you have any questions or need assistance while getting started.

 

Good luck!

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