Nightingale
02-28-15, 11:31 AM
Name: Annie Bellecote
Age: 18
Race: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 173lb
Occupation: Farmer
Class: Thief
Appearance:
On a day to day basis, Annie wears overalls and a straw hat—the unwritten uniform of peasants everywhere. Two big golden buttons glint from the front lapel. Big white sleeves puff out from underneath the overall’s blue straps. Brass pins secure the sleeves at the wrist. She ties a big red bow around the base of her broad-brimmed hat.
For more formal occasions, Annie owns a corseted green gown tailored for someone a foot and a half taller than herself. Lace at the bottom sweeps against the floor. While travelling, Annie doesn’t wear too much jewelry, but whenever she can she decks herself in emerald rings, sapphire broaches and gold and silver necklaces.
On special occasions—occasions where she wants to attract as little attention as possible—she owns a charcoal gray pair of flexible pants and a tight turtleneck of the same color.
She has a round face with naturally pouty lips and tan skin spackled by freckles. Two blonde pigtail braids poke out from under her hat. Her eyes are big, round and brown as a calf’s. Overall, her face has a cute, childish and disarming appearance. Despite the fact that her brother is two years younger, people often ask if they’re twins. Annie is strong from farm work and a bit on the chubby side—perhaps the consequence of so many apple pies lifted from windowsills.
Personality:
Annie possesses a weak conception of what makes something “hers” or “someone else’s.” She throws the word “owns” in scare-quotes with ease. If she needs something more than someone else does, why shouldn’t she have it? Also, if a necklace is very pretty but a noble-lady owns two-hundred of them, won’t relieving her of it ease the weight of her jewelry box? A thief is practically doing a public service. Redistribution of goods to where they will most be appreciated. Well, not everyone will be convinced by these lines of argumentation, but Annie is.
Annie has the imagination of a world-class cat burglar and the practicality of a peasant. She loves shiny and pretty things but as a farmgirl she’s had little experience with them. She daydreams about ballgowns and bracelets but she’d as well enjoy a warm day and well-cooked food. She steals more out of adventurism than out of greed.
In other words, thieving aside, the Bellecote peasant is a nice girl. She will instinctively help those in need, avoid doing harm and protect those weaker than herself. She is generous with her time and money and willing to work hard. Despite a tendency to daydream, she has a level head on her shoulders and she looks out for her younger brother Gavin above all else.
Skills:
Archery — Annie is an above average archer after a lifetime of hunting deer in the woods, defending her farm from bandits and sniping crows off of scarecrows. These experiences have made her particularly skilled at shooting while moving and shooting in close range. A professional archer who’s spent more time firing at targets than deer might be better at long range but worse on the go.
Pickpocketing — The peasant thief is a solid pickpocket. She hasn’t done much actual house-burglary in her life, but she has lifted a lot purses when her family was hungry. However, everyone messes up once in a while, and the consequences of clumsiness here can be a pain at least.
Lockpicking — Annie is a decent lockpick. She can easily pick the kinds of locks that poor or middle-class people would put on their houses, and she has a chance at more secure locks if given enough time. She is not experienced enough to pick fancy or arcane locks.
Sneaking — Annie is terribly sneaky. She’s padfooted enough to walk without making noise in most environments and she has a preternatural talent for blending into the background. She can vanish into the night or into a crowd quite easily. Like a cat, she can hide in places it doesn’t even look like she should fit. That said, stealth is by nature circumstantial. She has no magical abilities and there is, for starters, naught she could do at noon in an empty room.
Friend to Animals — On the farm, Annie’s main job was taking care of the cows and chickens. She also spent a lot of time hunting and gathering in the forest. As a result, she knows quite a bit about farm and forest animals and she gets along with them pretty well.
Abilities:
Sneak Attack — In the case that Annie’s target is unaware of her presence, the young thief can unleash a devastatingly fast and forceful arrow. The longer she has to prepare, the more accurate the sneak attack will be. However, this shot makes an unusual amount of noise. An extra loud bowstring twang will alert anyone to her presence and location.
Rapid Fire — Annie is an especially fast archer. She can fire three shots when another archer would only be able to fire two. This ability makes her more effective at close ranges than most archers would be.
Uncanny Dodge — Kabus, the god of thieves, has taken a special interest in Annie because of her heroic ancestry. As a result, once per day Annie can mysteriously avoid half the damage of an otherwise lethal attack. Three times per day, she can avoid all of the damage of a minor attack.
Equipment/Weapons:
Bow of Kabus — Annie owns a magical shortbow blessed by the raven-bodied god of thieves. The bow and its string are black as midnight and more than a little ominous looking. It is fireproof and it cannot be cut or shattered. Every once in a while, and only in hot weather, it precipitates a mysterious liquid… almost as if the weapon is sweating. That would be ridiculous, though, of course. In any case, at this point in time the Bow of Kabus is no more effective than an average shortbow when it comes to anything other than looking creepy.
Thief’s Toolbox — Annie carries with her all the typical implements of her hobby (or, more recently, her job). In her baggy overall pockets hide all manner of lockpicks, pieces of rope or string, small knives, corkscrews and so on.
History:
As a young and pudgy toddler, Annie loved books. Her parents were Coronian peasants who tasked her with caring for the poultry while her little brother looked after the herbs. Tired of snatching eggs from underneath grumpy hens with pointy beaks, the farmgirl would scamper up the barn scaffolding and bury herself in the loft’s warm, dry hay. There, she had secreted away half a dozen of her favorite adventure books.
In the old stories, thieves were personal servants of the god Kabus. The god had the head of a man and the body of a raven. When she read about him, Annie shivered with excitement and more than a little fear. In those stories, the god would send beautiful rogues into tunnels and temples, to infiltrate parties of the corrupt aristocracy and stow away on boats of the most fearsome pirates. These adventures always somehow resulted in saving the world, and at the end the dashing rogue would distribute all the gold she’d collected to the poor but hardworking peasants of the countryside.
Then her parents would find her. Her dad would nab her by the nape of her neck and plop her in the pigpen to watch after the sows. Eventually the books had all been read too many times, and Annie developed a keener interest in flirting with the neighborhood boys and sharpshooting birds off Gavin’s herb garden than reading. The stories, however, stayed with her. And she still wanted to be a thief. And when she looked outside and no moon hung in the sky, she thought of Kabus.
Finally, at age seventeen, Annie got her chance for a real adventure. While hoeing in the fields, she and her brother stumbled across an enormous cache of gems, gold and artifacts. They found a beautiful black bow. They also stumbled across a genealogy that proved her family’s relation to the ancient and aristocratic Bellecotes. Apparently, grandma wasn’t out of her head at all! All of the sudden, Annie’s family weren’t just wealthy, but nobility.
The discovery, while exciting at first, came with its own challenges. Due to their new class status, Annie’s family could not, by law, work on a farm. In normal circumstances, a family descended from heroes would take their place at the court of the nearest duke at least. However, few enough in the Coronian nobility wanted that to happen. A bunch of accented, calloused farm-dwellers would ruin their parties! To make matters worse, the Bellecotes followed strange and old religion not adopted by many others.
Sensing the political atmosphere, Annie took charge and made some decisions. She and her brother bought a lovely cottage beside a watermill for their parents to live in and left them enough money to last the rest of their natural lives. Then, Gavin and Annie set out to make their fortunes.
Age: 18
Race: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 173lb
Occupation: Farmer
Class: Thief
Appearance:
On a day to day basis, Annie wears overalls and a straw hat—the unwritten uniform of peasants everywhere. Two big golden buttons glint from the front lapel. Big white sleeves puff out from underneath the overall’s blue straps. Brass pins secure the sleeves at the wrist. She ties a big red bow around the base of her broad-brimmed hat.
For more formal occasions, Annie owns a corseted green gown tailored for someone a foot and a half taller than herself. Lace at the bottom sweeps against the floor. While travelling, Annie doesn’t wear too much jewelry, but whenever she can she decks herself in emerald rings, sapphire broaches and gold and silver necklaces.
On special occasions—occasions where she wants to attract as little attention as possible—she owns a charcoal gray pair of flexible pants and a tight turtleneck of the same color.
She has a round face with naturally pouty lips and tan skin spackled by freckles. Two blonde pigtail braids poke out from under her hat. Her eyes are big, round and brown as a calf’s. Overall, her face has a cute, childish and disarming appearance. Despite the fact that her brother is two years younger, people often ask if they’re twins. Annie is strong from farm work and a bit on the chubby side—perhaps the consequence of so many apple pies lifted from windowsills.
Personality:
Annie possesses a weak conception of what makes something “hers” or “someone else’s.” She throws the word “owns” in scare-quotes with ease. If she needs something more than someone else does, why shouldn’t she have it? Also, if a necklace is very pretty but a noble-lady owns two-hundred of them, won’t relieving her of it ease the weight of her jewelry box? A thief is practically doing a public service. Redistribution of goods to where they will most be appreciated. Well, not everyone will be convinced by these lines of argumentation, but Annie is.
Annie has the imagination of a world-class cat burglar and the practicality of a peasant. She loves shiny and pretty things but as a farmgirl she’s had little experience with them. She daydreams about ballgowns and bracelets but she’d as well enjoy a warm day and well-cooked food. She steals more out of adventurism than out of greed.
In other words, thieving aside, the Bellecote peasant is a nice girl. She will instinctively help those in need, avoid doing harm and protect those weaker than herself. She is generous with her time and money and willing to work hard. Despite a tendency to daydream, she has a level head on her shoulders and she looks out for her younger brother Gavin above all else.
Skills:
Archery — Annie is an above average archer after a lifetime of hunting deer in the woods, defending her farm from bandits and sniping crows off of scarecrows. These experiences have made her particularly skilled at shooting while moving and shooting in close range. A professional archer who’s spent more time firing at targets than deer might be better at long range but worse on the go.
Pickpocketing — The peasant thief is a solid pickpocket. She hasn’t done much actual house-burglary in her life, but she has lifted a lot purses when her family was hungry. However, everyone messes up once in a while, and the consequences of clumsiness here can be a pain at least.
Lockpicking — Annie is a decent lockpick. She can easily pick the kinds of locks that poor or middle-class people would put on their houses, and she has a chance at more secure locks if given enough time. She is not experienced enough to pick fancy or arcane locks.
Sneaking — Annie is terribly sneaky. She’s padfooted enough to walk without making noise in most environments and she has a preternatural talent for blending into the background. She can vanish into the night or into a crowd quite easily. Like a cat, she can hide in places it doesn’t even look like she should fit. That said, stealth is by nature circumstantial. She has no magical abilities and there is, for starters, naught she could do at noon in an empty room.
Friend to Animals — On the farm, Annie’s main job was taking care of the cows and chickens. She also spent a lot of time hunting and gathering in the forest. As a result, she knows quite a bit about farm and forest animals and she gets along with them pretty well.
Abilities:
Sneak Attack — In the case that Annie’s target is unaware of her presence, the young thief can unleash a devastatingly fast and forceful arrow. The longer she has to prepare, the more accurate the sneak attack will be. However, this shot makes an unusual amount of noise. An extra loud bowstring twang will alert anyone to her presence and location.
Rapid Fire — Annie is an especially fast archer. She can fire three shots when another archer would only be able to fire two. This ability makes her more effective at close ranges than most archers would be.
Uncanny Dodge — Kabus, the god of thieves, has taken a special interest in Annie because of her heroic ancestry. As a result, once per day Annie can mysteriously avoid half the damage of an otherwise lethal attack. Three times per day, she can avoid all of the damage of a minor attack.
Equipment/Weapons:
Bow of Kabus — Annie owns a magical shortbow blessed by the raven-bodied god of thieves. The bow and its string are black as midnight and more than a little ominous looking. It is fireproof and it cannot be cut or shattered. Every once in a while, and only in hot weather, it precipitates a mysterious liquid… almost as if the weapon is sweating. That would be ridiculous, though, of course. In any case, at this point in time the Bow of Kabus is no more effective than an average shortbow when it comes to anything other than looking creepy.
Thief’s Toolbox — Annie carries with her all the typical implements of her hobby (or, more recently, her job). In her baggy overall pockets hide all manner of lockpicks, pieces of rope or string, small knives, corkscrews and so on.
History:
As a young and pudgy toddler, Annie loved books. Her parents were Coronian peasants who tasked her with caring for the poultry while her little brother looked after the herbs. Tired of snatching eggs from underneath grumpy hens with pointy beaks, the farmgirl would scamper up the barn scaffolding and bury herself in the loft’s warm, dry hay. There, she had secreted away half a dozen of her favorite adventure books.
In the old stories, thieves were personal servants of the god Kabus. The god had the head of a man and the body of a raven. When she read about him, Annie shivered with excitement and more than a little fear. In those stories, the god would send beautiful rogues into tunnels and temples, to infiltrate parties of the corrupt aristocracy and stow away on boats of the most fearsome pirates. These adventures always somehow resulted in saving the world, and at the end the dashing rogue would distribute all the gold she’d collected to the poor but hardworking peasants of the countryside.
Then her parents would find her. Her dad would nab her by the nape of her neck and plop her in the pigpen to watch after the sows. Eventually the books had all been read too many times, and Annie developed a keener interest in flirting with the neighborhood boys and sharpshooting birds off Gavin’s herb garden than reading. The stories, however, stayed with her. And she still wanted to be a thief. And when she looked outside and no moon hung in the sky, she thought of Kabus.
Finally, at age seventeen, Annie got her chance for a real adventure. While hoeing in the fields, she and her brother stumbled across an enormous cache of gems, gold and artifacts. They found a beautiful black bow. They also stumbled across a genealogy that proved her family’s relation to the ancient and aristocratic Bellecotes. Apparently, grandma wasn’t out of her head at all! All of the sudden, Annie’s family weren’t just wealthy, but nobility.
The discovery, while exciting at first, came with its own challenges. Due to their new class status, Annie’s family could not, by law, work on a farm. In normal circumstances, a family descended from heroes would take their place at the court of the nearest duke at least. However, few enough in the Coronian nobility wanted that to happen. A bunch of accented, calloused farm-dwellers would ruin their parties! To make matters worse, the Bellecotes followed strange and old religion not adopted by many others.
Sensing the political atmosphere, Annie took charge and made some decisions. She and her brother bought a lovely cottage beside a watermill for their parents to live in and left them enough money to last the rest of their natural lives. Then, Gavin and Annie set out to make their fortunes.