Iphigenia Carrow

[iphigenia]

THE CHARACTER SHEET

FROM HERE TO THERE

FULL NAME: Iphigenia Carrow
ALIAS / NICKNAMES: Iphie, Crow
AGE: 23
BIRTHDATE: 8/5
RACE: Human-ish
SOCIAL STATUS: Iphigenia is from a very small hamlet in the far northern territories where she was 'recruited' into a small cult and made into their main enforcer.
OCCUPATION: Attack dog of a small, generally unknown cult set on collecting all sources of knowledge.

DOWN TO THE FINER POINTS

HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 90 pounds
HAIR: reddish brown
EYES: green
GENERAL APPEARANCE: She has almost no muscle tone, it looks like she recently recovered from a terribly debilitating disease and has yet to start recovering body mass. Her hair seems to have been cut to about level with her chin with a rather dull knife.
PICTURE:

PERSONALITY: She doesn't want to be there. Where is there? Assume it's wherever she is at that moment. She dislikes being ordered around but being ordered around is her job so she is extremely bitter about that. Beneath her gruff exterior and hard shell is an even angrier person, but one who is highly devoted to whatever cause she deems worthy.

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[li] Getting things done
[/li][li] Music
[/li][li] Theatre
[/li][li] helping out in a fight
[/li][li] awkward situations

DISLIKES:
[/li][li] Her boss
[/li][li] Being ordered around
[/li][li] losing
[/li][li] tedious things
[/li][li] mud
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HOBBIES: She enjoys going to see plays and to hear stories. She also likes to read and plans to use at least some of her time here to catch up on what she's missed.

BELOW THE SURFACE

SPECIAL SKILLS: Good with children.
WEAPONS: None specifically
MAGICAL ABILITIES: Slight control over sickness and disease, unholy strength.

FAMILY: A poor couple raising six other children barely eking out a living working on a farm.
BACKGROUND: She grew up poor and as soon as she was old enough was put to work on the farm for the local lord. She was the fifth child and the second daughter to be borne. In the fall of her seventeenth year she was caught out in a blizzard while trying to gather anything left over from the harvest. She was found and rescued but it was not soon enough, she soon came down with a terrible sickness. She was bedridden for months, her family which could hardly support itself normally was falling further and further into debt. That winter was long and hard, far too long. The time for planting came late and the next harvest was sure to be a weak one.

The lenders returned, demanding payment and delivering an ultimatum. Payment would be taken in money, or in slaves. Iphie overheard the exchange between her father and the slavers by chance, and she also heard him agree. It was then she was overtaken by an inhuman rage. Something stronger than she had ever felt before. She stood, the weakness of disease that had held her for so long seemed gone in an instant. Without bothering to outfit herself for the harshness of nature, she left the house. Following after the lenders and their caravans. They traveled quickly with their wagons and their beasts of burden, but Iphigenia did not stop, not for rest, nor for food or drink. The strength of her rage fueled her, growing stronger everyday.

When she caught up to the caravan she wreaked her vengeance upon them. Her hatred, her sorrows, every agonizing moment of her life she released into them. When she was finished her clothes had been stained red with blood, but the rage had not left her. It had reared itself up through disease and a disease it had become. The anger and hate sucked her life away, killing her as it it continued to strengthen her. Until, that is, until her body gave out. Her unconscious form was found by a small band of scouts from a shrouded cult. She was brought before an examiner who gazed over her and judged her fate. He pulled her back from the precipice of death to answer his question. "Do you wish to live on?" and she, being in torment, controlled by this dark anger inside her gave the only answer she could. "No."

It was a long time before they brought her back again. Keeping her on the very edge of death while they worked dark magics long forgotten by the mages of today. They trapped her anger, held it and restrained it in the confines of her soul, removing it's ability to feed off of her flesh for it's own all consuming fire. Then, she was healed, but physically only, for they had uses for her.

Once she was awake, fully conscious but quite docile, they made their proposition. She was to be their enforcer, their protector. One of many but surely the greatest. If she would do this for them, they would keep the anger from escaping and killing her. She answered their proposal by killing three and destroying a stone wall in her rage at being forced to live when she had asked for death. She was brought down again, her mind altered, the time after her vengeance was removed from her mind. They brought her back from the precipice and asked her again. She agreed.

And so she became their watchdog, their enforcer. They told her what to fetch and she would and what she was told to fetch, were books. The cult was one formed on the belief that man is mortal but knowledge is immortal. Their very purpose was to protect knowledge at all costs. In many cases her job was to simply stand guard as a book was purchased, other times she was to retrieve the book from a reluctant owner. She killed when it was required, but many times she was ordered to distract them. For though her appearance was slightly altered by sickness, she was still beautiful. She came to dislike such assignments.

Other duties she was given was to retrieve a book and replace it with an exact copy later on. The cult spoke against thievery, but they would accept nothing but the closest thing to the original works that was possible. As the years went by Iphie became disinterested and bored. She did her work as quickly and as efficiently as ever, but she was becoming unruly. Her impatience began to peek out, her dislike of taking orders began to make itself apparent. So she was brought down again. Her anger was still contained, but what had replaced it was dissatisfaction. She was a valuable asset, but they were only holding onto her by the threat of releasing her anger back into her. Something they had instilled a deep seeded fear of down in her psyche. It was decided that they would promise her freedom in exchange for one final task.

When she was again brought back, she was given her instructions. Her job was retrieve the entire contents of the library and archives of Terre de Conte. She was told of the request for a eligible women and how she, being the only female within the cult, would have to appear. Success would not have to be marriage, simple access into the archives and library would suffice. Becoming a close friend to the princess would ensure such favors surely, but, should she fail at any of that, she was not to leave the castle until she had replaced every book and tome in both areas with a perfect copy and the originals lay in the hands of the cult. After this, she would be freed.

THE MASTERMIND

ALIAS:
ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: None yet
HOW YOU GOT HERE: Palais Academy
NOTES: She doesn't seem to sleep anymore and tends to forget to blink. When she's actively focusing on it, she tends to blink at the same time as whoever she is speaking to.