Character name
Frances Vere
Playing times
Weekday evenings
RP experience
Years ago, played in RP guilds on Catskills
PvP experience
Some, in RP guilds
Character background
Frances Vere's father lived as a trapper and raised his daughter as best he could. Their home was little more than a shack, set out in the hinterlands south of Trinsic, past the rivers, where the coast jutted out as a hilly penninsula. Once a month he travelled to the homes outside of Trinsic's walls and traded his hides for flour, thread, whetstones, and such. Frances had few friends, growing up beyond the outskirts of civilization, but was very close to the ones she did have. It was from one of these friends that she learned to read.
When she was young, hardly more than a child, she once pursued a hobbled doe past the landmarks at which her father had taught her not to wander past. She lost the deer and that night she went hungry, but had found something else in those woods. In a den of dead trees, she discovered a creaking, timid cottage that had stood for long ages after being abandoned. Very little of the roof remained; ivy had grown into the broken windows and a table was set with rusted platters. Inside the single-room abode were a number of bookcases, the shelves of which were packed so thorougly with texts that Frances had to tug and pry out the first book of each row.
It was in this anonymous library that she was introduced to the Virtues. On each of the books' bindings was printed the title of a treatise, essay or conversation, each one concerned with an individual Virtue, or the broader meaning of Virtue in society, or even a critique of Lord Brittish's values.
In a life of seclusion, of meager subsistence in the lonesome wilderness, she had found a world of beautiful ideals, thoughts that made her heart swell when she considered them. Each day that she could find time between hunting, cooking and sewing, she travelled to the house and lost herself in the writings. Years went by, each day similar to the one before it, and in time she came to have read through nearly half the books that sat on those shelves.
One day, she arrived at the cottage to find that it was occupied. Peeking from behind a tree, she saw the squat, gibbering creatures pushing one another around. One of them, a loose set of ringmail hanging from its frame, swung at the other with a large axe. The other, enraged, slung a spell which engulfed the armored one in fire. Both creatures died on the spot, leaving the house to smolder, spark, and crackle in flames.
After the Virtues were destroyed, the land burned. Flame soaked the forest, eating at trees so that they came crumbling down, and smoke billowed up so that even the stars had been wiped out. She ran home with eyes full of ash. Over the next few days she watched from afar as the men came from the city and tended to the forest blaze with labor and magic.
Months passed. Her father came down with a cough. She looked after him as best she could for that last week. When he was buried, she collected what remained in the house and locked the front door.
Before, her only experience with real danger had been the moment she had shooed away a grizzly bear by yelling at it. Now she finds herself setting out to travel further north than she ever has, across the wilderness, to find a city called Trinsic. She carries spare cloth to patch her clothes when needed, some bitter wheat bread, a knife to skin what she might catch, and a tremendous lack of experience. She has never held a weapon, or even a gold coin, but does hold dear the Virtues.
Link to myuo character page Frances Vere ICQ Number
396671377
Default ICQ name
Frances Vere
Recruited 18/10/07