Thread: Portal - Character Thread

This is the section for characters accepted into the group play of Portal. As character submissions are finalized and approved I'll be posting them here. Any editing or additional details that you might want to add on after the fact can simply be arranged by PM'ing me an updated character thread. If you've been approved but haven't seen your character yet just give me a day or so, due to the way BM merges multi-posts I'll most likely be posting approved concepts on separate days. Player Name - meomeo Character name - Brigid Thomais Occupation Folk Herbalist Physical Traits Age 21 Sex Female Race Human Eye color Dark Blue Hair color Sandy Brown Hair length Armpit Mid-back Height 5' 3.5'' Weight 105 pounds Psychological Traits Sexual Orientation Straight Likes the wilderness that magical time just before dawn smell of fresh herbs sound of pestle grinding into mortar singing by herself. Dislikes crowds city folk dirtiness. Personality Mistrustful and reserved. A lone wolf. Skills Encyclopedic knowledge of flora and fungi. Very adept herbalist. Basic survival skills in the wilds. Story To scare children from wandering outside after dark, the folks of Eastborne used to bring them to the Old Crone. Look! There she is, hunched at her street corner. See that grotesque hooked nose, those claw-like fingers. A swindler, fraud, an evil witch. Beware! She peddles herbs and trinkets of questionable effect, but it's all a front. If you misbehave, she will kidnap you and bring you to her cabin deep in the woods. She will then transform into a bat and suck blood from your neck, before boiling what's left of you in her rusted pot. The horror tale grew in credibility when, one day, the Crone showed up at the street corner with a blond girl by her side. The child was skin on bones and often bore lash marks on her limbs. With an angry croaked voice, the grey-haired Crone would bark orders at her. Lay out the herbs! Careful! Fetch me some water from the well! The girl never talked back. In fact, she did little other than carry out her duties with a quiet efficiency. A townsfolk swore he heard the Crone once call her Brigid. Years went by. The Old Crone and the girl have long ceased hawking the street corner. Children who dreamt nightmares about the Crone have grown and wised up. As she passed into folklore, a different urban legend have sprung up in Eastborne. Very few, if any, of the townspeople managed to connect the two together... Is your child still with that bad cough? Your husband's knees ache in rainy season so bad he can't work in the fields? Have you consulted the herbalist? Go to this cul-de-sac, or under that footbridge. Hang around at dusk hours. She doesn't come everyday, but keep your eye out for a slender hooded figure with a brown satchel. Bring your coinpurse, inquire politely, and she will have just the vapors or rubs or potions or smelling salts you need. I swear she has a cure for everything in that satchel of hers. Miss Shaw used to have awful... monthly cramps. And surely you heard of that cavalry captain who couldn't... perform in bed, even in the whorehouse? You could ask them two about the herbalist. But keep it hush-hush. I heard the taxman and the racketeers are both hot on her trail... -How I Look-