Post by Vanitypirate on Jun 21, 2017 14:21:43 GMT -8
Florence “Crowgazer” Novel
Resolve level:3
-Appearance
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Ethnicity, Nationality: White; Italian, English
Weight: 126 lb [57 kg]
Height: 5'4" [1.63 m]
Physical Description:
Florence stands at a fairly unimpressive and unremarkably average height and weight, though she is typically swathed in layers of dark clothing.
Beneath her mask, she has a mop of deep, brown hair, chopped short just below the chin for ease of maintenance, typically tanged, and greased, for lack of washing.
Her face is angular, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her nose is a fair length, without an arch; straight. Her eyebrows, the same brown as the hair on her head, are smallishly arched, and unkempt. Her eyes are sharp, if not tired, a dark brown color, and almond-shaped. A lack of self-care makes for a fairly gaunt appearance, however; her skin tone is wan, and there are ever-present shadows beneath her eyes for want of rest.
Attire:
Most notably of Crowgazer is her mask, typical of a plague doctor, and of a bone-white, bleached leather, formed into the shape of a protruding beak, of which is usually filled with fragrant herbs and oils to ward against uncouth attempts on the humors. Two thick lenses, wide and saucerlike oculi, are set firmly in her mask. The leftern lens has a crack running from a bottom quadrant, thinning and tapering off before it could stretch to the opposite side of the circular lens.
Florence wears a cowl that drapes over her shoulders and head.
She wore a thick series of layers, too, beneath her set of dark, heavy robes; A simple tunic, beneath all the other layers tucked into a pair of light cloth trousers hoisted by a drawstring. On her arms, which must be reinforced against the miasmas of the outside, but still without precariously dangerous sleeves, and with a complete range of motion, she wears tightly-woven bands of fabric, a linen of sorts, bleached, rolled across down her arms and over the tunic's sleeves before being tied off neatly at the wrists. Atop the tunic, as well, is another shirt, a vest, buttoned fast up to her collar, with wide opens for her arms to slip through.
Over the original pants, she wears a heftier pair of trousers, leather, tucked into heavy boots that rise to about her mid-calf.
She wears a set of thick, dark robes, draping down to a point at her mid-calf. It is fastened to her person at her hips by a wide, leather belt, too, with a brass clasp at its center. Lumps of leather serve both as protection, and to heft up her great sleeves, cuffing them at a point just above her bicep.
She typically wears a pair of thick, dark gloves of a heavy leather for protection against the harsh and caustic chemicals she employs. The gloves rise midway up her forearm, but are clasped at the wrist to seal away the hand's delicate skin. However, she carries with her another pair of gloves, grey, lighter and made of tightly-woven cloth, only loosely covering the wrist; these allow for more nimble handiwork, as is needed in delicate procedures or surgical operations.
-Biography
Quirks:
+Precise Striker: Florence employs her lifetime of study in medicine with cold strategy.
-/+: Calm: She is difficult to panic, which itself grants a special sort of endurance to assaults on the mind, but also a slowness in combat.
-Curious: Florence seeks knowledge, and will happily put herself in harm's way in the pursuit of it.
-Tactless: The doctor does not have a way with words.
Synopsis:
Florence, named after the English name of the city she was born in, was trained to be a physician from an early age. She worked as an apothecary in a mountain town that later was swept with a strain of plague. After the town was floored, she came to the Hamlet to start anew.
In the Hamlet, she acquired a heart condition that has shortened her lifespan, and studied a variety of phenomena ranging from simple botony to the nature of undeath and the soul.
Full:
Pre-Hamlet-
Florence was born to an English physician and professor, who had emmigrated to the Italian city of Firenze to study in the city's university. The city was richly academic, and home to chief advances in medicine and other technologies; as such, it lured a large wealth of scholars, professors, inventors and thinkers, like her father-- who, himself, was so enamored with the city that it became the eponym of his eldest child: Florence.
Medicine was her family's trade, and from the moment she could grasp a quill or a scalpel, Florence was thrust into the lifelong pursuit of knowledge. Her education was rigorous, and she readily lapped up what she was taught: Latin, Greek, mathematics, at first, then came chemistry, medicine, and natural biology. Praised for her devotion to her education, successfully performing her first appendectomy at the ripe age of fifteen summers, Florence was hailed as a prodigy.
She was twenty when she was assigned to an isolated village in High Val Camonica, to become the personal apothecary retired of a cartographer and astronomer, who had settled in the rural village in a bid to ease his son's, Luca Romero, illness with the alpine air. The boy suffered from spasms, and chronic aches; his health was waning.
Florence fell into the monotony of treating the boy, whose illness had managed to plateau, albeit waveringly, under her care, and it wasn't long before the rest of the town began to employ her services as a physician-- to which Florence obliged, even as a strain of plague raked the city.
It was in the first wave of disease that the very old, sick, and young perished, with Luca among them. Bad omens, the stars above, and later Florence became subject to the blame of the townspeople, worsened by the strange actions of the doctor, an outsider, who had begun to wear a bizarre mask, and forbid, with the help and wealth of her patron, entry and exit out of the town. Communication with the university in Firenze halted abruptly, and it was assumed that Florence had succumbed, too, to the plagues that racked the village.
For her safety, as the townspeople became restless, Florence was encouraged by her patron to remain in their house, in her room, where she continued her desperate research, punctuated by nightly outings to retrieve supplies, or treat the dwindling villagers who still harbored trust in the good doctor's works. This furious bid for a treatment of any sort perpetuated for more than a decade as the town cycled through middling health and terrible plagues. Florence isolated herself on an island of hopeless research and dead-ends, which brought her to half-mad avenues of research.
It wasn't a cure or the unaminous death of the village that brought her to the end of her research; her funding had dried up, gradually, as the town deteriorated. Her patron could no longer afford to employ her, and thus she was expelled elsewhere, in secret: a path that eventually lead to the Hamlet...
Hamlet-
Florence's arrival in the Hamlet was tumultuous, marked by bloodshed, assaults on the Hamlet, and a lifetime ban from the brothel-- all of which were separate occasions!
She bonded with and doctored a few of the residents, which in turn spiraled into expeditions into the dungeons, brushes with death, and, most importantly, unprecedented aveneues of research regarded the Estate's unique phenomena. Swept up in the Hamlet's happenings, a gunshot wound shortened her lifespan, as the emergency, self-administered medicine used to postpone her life also damaged the heart's valves; she is unlikely to live past the age of 40.
And yet, steadfast, she endured, and her stack of notes grew as she continued to prod at the bizzare magicks of the Estate. A man she befriended, Solomon Kranz had acquired a strange staff in his travels before the Hamlet, and on his death, his soul became trapped in the staff, revealed to be a phylactery. An attempt to transfer the soul to another vessel, with the help of an alchemist and another doctor, was a lackluster failure; the soul was gone, released to the ether, and the vessel was useless.
The Crowgazer continued, still, as partners of researches perished, vowing service to a man, an ex-noble, who simply called himself 'Blood,' to study the remarkable, ruby amulet he wore, and its apparent cause of nightmares, visions, and other unrests of the humors.
Now, Florence's research is leading to dangerous heights that border on the blasphemous acts of necromancy: the study of souls and undeath, the monstrosities festering in the dungeons left in the Heir's Ancestor's wake, vessels, requiring the tabboo flesh of humans to break her stagnancy-- a folly that, more often than not, leads to madness or other unpleasant ends...
Misc. Notes
Florence walks stiff and rigidly, as if she were some clever creation of levers and pullies.
She has naught but two scars on her body: one, a circular ridge where a bullet shot her, and another, surgical scar extending upwards, bisecting the navel, as she has been surgically sterilized.
Her voice is droning, and toneless. She speaks with a standard English accent, what one might find spoken in schools and academies on the island, but, only speaking English at home as a child, a keen observer might notice a hint of Italian influence in her speech.
She smells slightly acrid, more often than not, on account of the harsh chemicals she works with.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
-Various sharps for the purpose of surgery: scalpels, saws, and needles.
-The ability to concoct potions and poisons to a cruel effect, from burning acids and paralytic venoms to tear gasses.
Armor:
-Her apparel, as lifted above; a combination of heavy cloth and leather.
Other gear:
-An unadorned oaken box, the size of a jewelry box, with iron-reinforced corners and a brass clasp. It holds her surgical tools, an array of steel instruments ranging from pin-like needles and scalpels to saws capable of cutting through bone
-The holy book of a follower of the Light
-A series of glassware, vials, and jars, half of which contain unsightly and biological specimens, including that of a human bladder, a finger, and mushrooms of varying sizes and hues.
-Two inkpots, slightly dented, but in roughly good shape, along with a quill
-Her notes, which chronicle the discoveries she has made in the Hamlet, along with a large supply of parchment, bound together at a corner by knotted twine.
-A skull, brittle and pockmarked with fine pinholes on the outer surface. The inner cranial cavity is coated with a black, pitch-like substance. There is a crack running down the scalp of it, and a triangular hole of a smoother, surgical cut made adjacent to the crack.
Strengths:
-Florence has spent a lifetime studying medicine, and as such, is a master of surgical practice. A former apothecary, she is also adept at concocting medicines, as well as deadly poisons and venoms. This knowledge of the human body also brooks a knowledge on its weak points.
-She is fluent in both English and Italian, and is also knowledgeable in Latin, French, Greek-- and she has the vaguest comprehension of German, do to its proximity to her place of research. Additionally, she can read and write well, and she is well-learned in advanced mathematics.
-She is not startled easily
Weaknesses:
-She is not strong, or combat inclined at all
-Her reflexes are slow, and she moves sluggishly
-She is dedicated to her research, and will go at lengths to further it
-She likes others well enough, but she socializes poorly. She finds it difficult to express feelings or other non-concrete subjects, and more readily observes the environment and states the obvious. Sarcasm and jests are entirely lost on her. She also has no concept of personal space. Others might find her behavior from offputting to entirely unsettling.[/spoiler]
Resolve level:3
-Appearance
Age: 35
Sex: Female
Ethnicity, Nationality: White; Italian, English
Weight: 126 lb [57 kg]
Height: 5'4" [1.63 m]
Physical Description:
Florence stands at a fairly unimpressive and unremarkably average height and weight, though she is typically swathed in layers of dark clothing.
Beneath her mask, she has a mop of deep, brown hair, chopped short just below the chin for ease of maintenance, typically tanged, and greased, for lack of washing.
Her face is angular, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her nose is a fair length, without an arch; straight. Her eyebrows, the same brown as the hair on her head, are smallishly arched, and unkempt. Her eyes are sharp, if not tired, a dark brown color, and almond-shaped. A lack of self-care makes for a fairly gaunt appearance, however; her skin tone is wan, and there are ever-present shadows beneath her eyes for want of rest.
Attire:
Most notably of Crowgazer is her mask, typical of a plague doctor, and of a bone-white, bleached leather, formed into the shape of a protruding beak, of which is usually filled with fragrant herbs and oils to ward against uncouth attempts on the humors. Two thick lenses, wide and saucerlike oculi, are set firmly in her mask. The leftern lens has a crack running from a bottom quadrant, thinning and tapering off before it could stretch to the opposite side of the circular lens.
Florence wears a cowl that drapes over her shoulders and head.
She wore a thick series of layers, too, beneath her set of dark, heavy robes; A simple tunic, beneath all the other layers tucked into a pair of light cloth trousers hoisted by a drawstring. On her arms, which must be reinforced against the miasmas of the outside, but still without precariously dangerous sleeves, and with a complete range of motion, she wears tightly-woven bands of fabric, a linen of sorts, bleached, rolled across down her arms and over the tunic's sleeves before being tied off neatly at the wrists. Atop the tunic, as well, is another shirt, a vest, buttoned fast up to her collar, with wide opens for her arms to slip through.
Over the original pants, she wears a heftier pair of trousers, leather, tucked into heavy boots that rise to about her mid-calf.
She wears a set of thick, dark robes, draping down to a point at her mid-calf. It is fastened to her person at her hips by a wide, leather belt, too, with a brass clasp at its center. Lumps of leather serve both as protection, and to heft up her great sleeves, cuffing them at a point just above her bicep.
She typically wears a pair of thick, dark gloves of a heavy leather for protection against the harsh and caustic chemicals she employs. The gloves rise midway up her forearm, but are clasped at the wrist to seal away the hand's delicate skin. However, she carries with her another pair of gloves, grey, lighter and made of tightly-woven cloth, only loosely covering the wrist; these allow for more nimble handiwork, as is needed in delicate procedures or surgical operations.
-Biography
Quirks:
+Precise Striker: Florence employs her lifetime of study in medicine with cold strategy.
-/+: Calm: She is difficult to panic, which itself grants a special sort of endurance to assaults on the mind, but also a slowness in combat.
-Curious: Florence seeks knowledge, and will happily put herself in harm's way in the pursuit of it.
-Tactless: The doctor does not have a way with words.
Synopsis:
Florence, named after the English name of the city she was born in, was trained to be a physician from an early age. She worked as an apothecary in a mountain town that later was swept with a strain of plague. After the town was floored, she came to the Hamlet to start anew.
In the Hamlet, she acquired a heart condition that has shortened her lifespan, and studied a variety of phenomena ranging from simple botony to the nature of undeath and the soul.
Full:
Pre-Hamlet-
Florence was born to an English physician and professor, who had emmigrated to the Italian city of Firenze to study in the city's university. The city was richly academic, and home to chief advances in medicine and other technologies; as such, it lured a large wealth of scholars, professors, inventors and thinkers, like her father-- who, himself, was so enamored with the city that it became the eponym of his eldest child: Florence.
Medicine was her family's trade, and from the moment she could grasp a quill or a scalpel, Florence was thrust into the lifelong pursuit of knowledge. Her education was rigorous, and she readily lapped up what she was taught: Latin, Greek, mathematics, at first, then came chemistry, medicine, and natural biology. Praised for her devotion to her education, successfully performing her first appendectomy at the ripe age of fifteen summers, Florence was hailed as a prodigy.
She was twenty when she was assigned to an isolated village in High Val Camonica, to become the personal apothecary retired of a cartographer and astronomer, who had settled in the rural village in a bid to ease his son's, Luca Romero, illness with the alpine air. The boy suffered from spasms, and chronic aches; his health was waning.
Florence fell into the monotony of treating the boy, whose illness had managed to plateau, albeit waveringly, under her care, and it wasn't long before the rest of the town began to employ her services as a physician-- to which Florence obliged, even as a strain of plague raked the city.
It was in the first wave of disease that the very old, sick, and young perished, with Luca among them. Bad omens, the stars above, and later Florence became subject to the blame of the townspeople, worsened by the strange actions of the doctor, an outsider, who had begun to wear a bizarre mask, and forbid, with the help and wealth of her patron, entry and exit out of the town. Communication with the university in Firenze halted abruptly, and it was assumed that Florence had succumbed, too, to the plagues that racked the village.
For her safety, as the townspeople became restless, Florence was encouraged by her patron to remain in their house, in her room, where she continued her desperate research, punctuated by nightly outings to retrieve supplies, or treat the dwindling villagers who still harbored trust in the good doctor's works. This furious bid for a treatment of any sort perpetuated for more than a decade as the town cycled through middling health and terrible plagues. Florence isolated herself on an island of hopeless research and dead-ends, which brought her to half-mad avenues of research.
It wasn't a cure or the unaminous death of the village that brought her to the end of her research; her funding had dried up, gradually, as the town deteriorated. Her patron could no longer afford to employ her, and thus she was expelled elsewhere, in secret: a path that eventually lead to the Hamlet...
Hamlet-
Florence's arrival in the Hamlet was tumultuous, marked by bloodshed, assaults on the Hamlet, and a lifetime ban from the brothel-- all of which were separate occasions!
She bonded with and doctored a few of the residents, which in turn spiraled into expeditions into the dungeons, brushes with death, and, most importantly, unprecedented aveneues of research regarded the Estate's unique phenomena. Swept up in the Hamlet's happenings, a gunshot wound shortened her lifespan, as the emergency, self-administered medicine used to postpone her life also damaged the heart's valves; she is unlikely to live past the age of 40.
And yet, steadfast, she endured, and her stack of notes grew as she continued to prod at the bizzare magicks of the Estate. A man she befriended, Solomon Kranz had acquired a strange staff in his travels before the Hamlet, and on his death, his soul became trapped in the staff, revealed to be a phylactery. An attempt to transfer the soul to another vessel, with the help of an alchemist and another doctor, was a lackluster failure; the soul was gone, released to the ether, and the vessel was useless.
The Crowgazer continued, still, as partners of researches perished, vowing service to a man, an ex-noble, who simply called himself 'Blood,' to study the remarkable, ruby amulet he wore, and its apparent cause of nightmares, visions, and other unrests of the humors.
Now, Florence's research is leading to dangerous heights that border on the blasphemous acts of necromancy: the study of souls and undeath, the monstrosities festering in the dungeons left in the Heir's Ancestor's wake, vessels, requiring the tabboo flesh of humans to break her stagnancy-- a folly that, more often than not, leads to madness or other unpleasant ends...
Misc. Notes
Florence walks stiff and rigidly, as if she were some clever creation of levers and pullies.
She has naught but two scars on her body: one, a circular ridge where a bullet shot her, and another, surgical scar extending upwards, bisecting the navel, as she has been surgically sterilized.
Her voice is droning, and toneless. She speaks with a standard English accent, what one might find spoken in schools and academies on the island, but, only speaking English at home as a child, a keen observer might notice a hint of Italian influence in her speech.
She smells slightly acrid, more often than not, on account of the harsh chemicals she works with.
Ref. Images: (Credit to the very talented Bloodtrailkiller.)
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
-Various sharps for the purpose of surgery: scalpels, saws, and needles.
-The ability to concoct potions and poisons to a cruel effect, from burning acids and paralytic venoms to tear gasses.
Armor:
-Her apparel, as lifted above; a combination of heavy cloth and leather.
Other gear:
-An unadorned oaken box, the size of a jewelry box, with iron-reinforced corners and a brass clasp. It holds her surgical tools, an array of steel instruments ranging from pin-like needles and scalpels to saws capable of cutting through bone
-The holy book of a follower of the Light
-A series of glassware, vials, and jars, half of which contain unsightly and biological specimens, including that of a human bladder, a finger, and mushrooms of varying sizes and hues.
-Two inkpots, slightly dented, but in roughly good shape, along with a quill
-Her notes, which chronicle the discoveries she has made in the Hamlet, along with a large supply of parchment, bound together at a corner by knotted twine.
-A skull, brittle and pockmarked with fine pinholes on the outer surface. The inner cranial cavity is coated with a black, pitch-like substance. There is a crack running down the scalp of it, and a triangular hole of a smoother, surgical cut made adjacent to the crack.
Strengths:
-Florence has spent a lifetime studying medicine, and as such, is a master of surgical practice. A former apothecary, she is also adept at concocting medicines, as well as deadly poisons and venoms. This knowledge of the human body also brooks a knowledge on its weak points.
-She is fluent in both English and Italian, and is also knowledgeable in Latin, French, Greek-- and she has the vaguest comprehension of German, do to its proximity to her place of research. Additionally, she can read and write well, and she is well-learned in advanced mathematics.
-She is not startled easily
Weaknesses:
-She is not strong, or combat inclined at all
-Her reflexes are slow, and she moves sluggishly
-She is dedicated to her research, and will go at lengths to further it
-She likes others well enough, but she socializes poorly. She finds it difficult to express feelings or other non-concrete subjects, and more readily observes the environment and states the obvious. Sarcasm and jests are entirely lost on her. She also has no concept of personal space. Others might find her behavior from offputting to entirely unsettling.[/spoiler]