Isabel Constantine - Field Agent of Oghma
Following a college degree compatible with personal occultic 'studies'
Following a college degree compatible with personal occultic 'studies'
Race : human
Alignment : chaotic neutral/good
Height : not too tall
Age : 21
Weight : *slaps*
Deity : Lord of Knowledge
Class/profession : field student, blessed with powers of Oghma to do her work (favored soul), while dabbling into the occultic (eventually also warlock-hellfire warlock)
Main field equipment : longsword, shield, some scientific tools, tomes, a set of magical feather pens...
General appearance :
Isabel sort of has two faces. One for when she has to behave, like when sitting at college benches or libraries, and when talking to people of importance, and one face for when she is out there, at ease, and when she just likes to enjoy life. The second 'face' looked almost an escape from the first, while the first almost looked like an apologies for the second. It's not like she is two different people though, but she just has these two extremely visible behaviour patterns, where she moves from rather modest and perhaps slightly shy, to spirited, animated and 'sparkly'. There is one other side however she doesn't show to everyone, which is her fascination for the occultic. And most certainly not her own personal research. Even as it seems to change her a bit, to say the least.
She is a redhead, her hair like one of those burned red-orange sunsets over seas, and when the sun shines directly on her, it captures the light in vibrant ruby hues. Since recently she wears an attire that matches her hair rather well. She is a handsome girl who dares stuff, and one could tell that from the clothes she is wearing and which make her even more attractive. Short dresses and lengthy boots have always been her favorite thing, but rather because she found she could rather move well in such.
Isabel seems just as skilled with the sword as with a quill pen, her handwriting is flawless, her texts faultless. When she is in 'college mode', she also seems disciplined in that. Out on the field, infused by her deities powers (and what not else), Isabel can become a pain in the butt, but she will likely never be a master of melee. She is however well capable of defending herself and others if she must.
Background, quick summary-version :
I consider myself a lucky girl… woman… girl, oh well fine. Whatever is good. The reason why I consider myself lucky is largely because of my past. Cause believe or not, I once used to be living on the streets. No, not as a thug or an street urchin, or a trobairitz. No, nothing of all that. It was way worse. I was an orphaned child, a stray, a true ragamuffin. And my situation back at the time was rather miserable, to say the least. I lived in an area where people would stab one another over a dry crust of bread. I’ve even witnessed it once with my own eyes. A big guy whacking another one with a weathered plank, totally forgetting about the nail that was sticking out, only then to grab the crust and dip it in the local gutter to make it swell and soft again. Madness, completely absurd, but sadly the reality where I hail from.
I don’t like to talk too much on the details, but I can tell you when things had started to improve for me.
Once upon a time… hahaha, I am kidding you. This is not a fairytale, or a myth or fable that I’m starting. But really, one day it sort of felt like that to me, like as if I was in one. I remember I had a sharp mind at the time, as I was able as from a young age to memorize every single street in Waterdeep. Not only that. I knew exactly where what and when which sort of garbage was to be expected. That must have been at the age of eight. Yeah, I was pretty proud of that at the time, and actually I still am. But one day, I found something interesting between the vegetable matter, broken glass and debris. I found a…. scroll. And it was not just any scroll, but it was a magical scroll. I didn know that at the time, but it was really for me literally the first time ever that I held a nice piece of paper in my own hands. I took it, I hid it under my clothes, and sick with excitement I ran for a small private shelter, a basement under a semi-collapsed building. Once there, I took it out again and I remember I sat there for hours staring at the strange symbols that were characters of the common language. As you have guessed, I couldn’t read. Not a single bit.
But I already did mention how sharp my mind was, ja?
I studied the shape of each character, and started copying them in the sand. One character, then another, and another, and eventually a word. I was so proud of myself since I thought I actually could write now, like the adults. Well, in a way, I suppose that was true. So a few days after, I went out, and with my ‘knowledge’ I started to draw the characters somewhere in a street not far from the main road. Not realizing I was actually copying a magical scroll on the perfectly flat curbstones right in front of a rich family’s home. In the end I was really happy with my work, and sat there looking at it for a wee while longer before I decided it was time to return to my shelter. Just at that very moment the family who lived in said house got by, and they saw my text on the floor. Seemingly their children could read as the oldest one started to read out loud what I had copied. To my utter consternation a ray of icy frost shot out of nowhere towards their door, freezing the lock of the entrance to the rich family’s house with two inches of frost. Imagine that. The use of what I now know is offensive magic, within the city’s walls. The guard seemed to appear out of nowhere behind me, cause they were on patrol on that very moment. And when they saw what happened, they rushed over, their weapons ready and everything. I was so scared, especially since the family’s youngest child was pointing at me as the creator of the text, the perpetrator.
The two City Guards were so towering, so intimidating to me as they closed in on me.
I remember taking a step back, and then another one, and another. But you know what. One of them stopped the other and actually sank to his knees, holding out his hand and told me everything would be alright. His voice was warm, and he was kinda convincing. In short, he questioned me, and then brought me to the closest temple. Not because it was the nearest, but it was actually the Font of Knowledge. And that is where my career started. One of the sisters there took me under her wing after she had listened to the guard, and from that day on I was told everything not only about writing and reading, but also about the magical effects certain words or sentences can have, if one were in touch with the Weave, or touched by whatever deity.
For a long time it was just that for me. But just that was at the time actually a lot. Suddenly I learned about how big the world was, how many cities there were, which races lived where, what the difference is between arcane and divine magic, how all sorts of things were measured, history, science… it was all just overwhelming. And I’m going to admit right away, I was never a top notch student. But I was one thing. I was sharp of mind, still, but I was also driven and curious. I jumped from one topic into another, and when I knew a little bit about something, I jumped on to the next. That went on like that for about eight or nine years. All that information, it was overwhelming. And though I wouldn’t be able to store all of it up here in my head, I knew where I could find which information in which library. Sometimes I even knew in which area, in which bookcase, and on which shelf. Only access to said places was important to me, and just a minimum of knowledge or awarness of said information.
There is however somehow one topic that always drags me back. The alternative magic for the arcane and divine. Some also call it Wild Magic, and the ones using it are according to many offenders of the Weave. I’m talking about the magic warlocks and witches use, and which could only be obtained through a few paths : heritage, bonding, blood. I don’t know why, but it just intrigues me immensely. In many places this topic and using any of it, is forbidden. But it is Knowledge, and never to forget that knowledge some day could save lives, push forward mankind and whatsoever. True, once certain knowledge is proven dangerous, and you continue to study or spread it, well then you are definitely walking on a thin line, and you need to be cautious on how to best proceed.
And, sometimes it might be even better that you don’t...
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