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Glenia Duskfire; 1st stab
Topic Started: Jul 8 2013, 04:55 PM (145 Views)
palemantle
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Name: Glenia Duskfire

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Class: Mage

Abilities:
Fire, Lightning, Arcana

Appearance:
Glenia's face is framed by a mop of straight black hair that is cut fashionably short. High cheekbones, large, liquid brown eyes, a sharp nose and thin lips give her face a cold, somewhat austere beauty. She is tall and slender with a complexion that borders on pale.

Clothing and Attire:
Glenia is dressed in a robe that has seen better days. Beneath the grime and the stains on her robe, the heavy samite fabric and the lovely cloth-of-gold work is just about discernible. Her soft leather mocassins and kid gloves are both well-worn and appear ill-suited for the locale. She wears no jewellery of any sort.

Personality
Glenia seems to have a confident and a slightly supercilious air about her. Look beneath the cockiness and there's something … a vein of vulnerability perhaps. One moment, she's all charm and the next, she's sullen and reserved.

History
Thump! That was the sound of Glenia's delicate arse hitting the hard-packed snow. Glenia looked around, a mixture of disbelief and anger written large on her face. “That dried-up old crone. I'll show that biddy what I can do!” With that, she ground her teeth, let loose a string of curses and gave her pack a solid kick. Her anger soon dissolved as she took in the desolate landscape and the eerie stillness broken only by the howling of the wind. She rested her head on her pack, tears streaming unbidden down her cheeks, eyes focussed on a place far far away.

Glenia had grown up in a manor house in Woolstead, a little village nestled in a valley far from the bright lights of Barovian cities. Her parents had doted on her and Glenia soon grew up to believe, with some justification, that she could have her way with just about anything or anyone.

She set her mind to join the local 'monastery' which – as everyone in Woolstead knew – was perhaps the only school for the arcane arts in Barovia. Glenia was admitted to the school on her eighteenth birthday. She was determined to master her craft – all the brilliance of fire, lightning and other bright stuff, as she'd describe it – at the earliest with the least effort on her part. Her training did proceed swiftly, helped no end by her charms, and her lack of scruples in the employment thereof.

One day, a self-proclaimed Baron from a far city wandered into the school, weary, lost and carrying wounds from a hunting accident. Glenia – seeing before her a quick path to better things and places – took him to his bed. The evening's entertainment included the lighting of scented candles with naught but a wave of Glenia's hands. Things did not go quite to plan as the Baron died soon after from his wounds (of the hunting accident variety, that is).

That night, Belinda the archmage blasted into Glenia's room and thundered, “You spoilt brat of a child. Have you ever stopped to think of anything but your whims? Did you spare a thought for the plight of your fellow students if the Baron had lived to return to his manse? This, we cannot abide.”

Glenia, perhaps for the first time in her life, could muster only a faint protest. Belinda cut her off with a flick of her wrist. The last words that Glenia heard were, “Begone and live well … if you survive.”

And then … thump!

OOC: Will redo if the idea of a Barovian mage's underground – however well-meaning - sounds far-fetched. Not saying the profile is brilliant otherwise!
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I like it.

Luthe has given this profile a rating of Complete.

Short and sweet, and to the point. It's not the best piece of literature that I've ever read, but thank goodness for that. I'm not here to read five hundred page character novelizations, after all.

The first scene was just fine. The transition to the progression of history was a rough leap, but a small one (again, it's a character profile, not a best-selling book, so no big worries there). The end circled back, and that was satisfying.

It reads like you know what you're doing, so I won't pester.
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Thanks Luthe. Your feedback is much appreciated. I'll certainly try and make my IC posts more cogent, formal (stylized?) and ... less heavy-handed.
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