Caprice Information

Caprice, filia of Arcturus, follower of Jerbiton, is a young woman of no distinctive physical features. She is just under 5 feet in height, with a moderate build. She possesses the dark hair and dark eyes, as well as the olive complexion, that reveal her Mediterranean heritage. Her dress is simple, normally a traveling cloak and sandals. She wears several rings, of no great worth or workmanship, and ties her long hair back with a red ribbon. Caprice always presents a cheerful face; even long-time associates claim to have never seen her without a smile. In truth, the girl harbors a very wide mean streak, and her sense of humor is a weapon she wields with practiced ease. Ranging from biting comments about a stranger’s accent to elaborate magical pranks at the expense of her parens’ entire covenant, Caprice is always looking to make someone the victim of her own particular brand of humor. Mundanes sense this even upon seeing her laughing visage for the first time, and generally give her a wide berth.
Caprice rarely speaks of her life at St. Bartholomew’s Monastery, although it is obvious she recalls much. Like many members of the order of Hermes, she struggles to reconcile her place in the Order with her belief in God. Throughout her apprenticeship she routinely attended mass (when she could), but always at the chapel near the covenant, accompanied by many other coven folk. Since passing her gauntlet she has never entered a church, save for when staying at a covenant that had its own. Caprice will never forget the stern faces of the monks at St. Bartholomew’s as she listened to conversations they thought her too young to follow. “Demon-Spawn” they called her, as well as “Hell’s Messenger”. Likewise, she will never forget Arcturus’ warnings about the Christian Church, his beliefs that to worship The Lord was to cripple your gift. It is not a conflict Caprice is likely to resolve soon.
Upon the successful completion of her gauntlet, Caprice bid a fond farewell to her parens and his "stuffy, stodgy old covenant." Having seldom traveled far from there, she was anxious to see other places, and meet magi from different backgrounds. She requested that her friend and confidant, Ellette the shield grog, be allowed to accompany her, and the turb captain was more than glad to be rid of his one woman fighter. Thus the maga and the warrior began a European odyssey that would eventually see them on the Wales-England border in the spring of 1222.