Poppy Obriss/History

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* **History**
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## Backstory

Mary never got past her childhood in life. Her teenage years were not hers to experience before death came for her in the form of a train speeding down the tracks on a dark night. Her parents having lost control of the car and it came to rest on the tracks mere seconds away from the tracks. To be fair to her parents, they worked really hard to be quick about saving Mary, the train taking her mother as well as her. Her father managed to get out of the way, not that she was aware. All she knew in the end was the screech of metal on metal and the force of that twisting metal bringing her pain for a moment and then... nothing.

She was no longer in her body, she could tell, not that there was much body to be in after the accident. For a while there was just floating, as if stuck in stasis on a path to the next path. Wherever one goes after they die. For Mary, it was a lot of waiting. Someone wasn't sure what to do with her. She was just a child after all. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was somewhere bright and peaceful. There was no pain and there was no suffering. All there is is a man sitting at a table. He smiles, the expression making Mary feel safe. "No need to be shy. Come take a seat, child." Mary did as she was told, straightening out the plain dress that she had on. However, once she sat at the table, made herself comfortable on the chair, everything went blank. She remembers the man telling her something, but she could not remember what.

The darkness came suddenly and without warning. She felt like she had forgotten something important, but the attempts at remembering would have to wait. She could not breath. There was light building around her vision, but she could not move to crawl towards it. Before long, she was able to see and she was free from some manner of confines. That is when she saw a bearded face looking down at her with the most joyous smile she has almost ever seen. Wherever Mary was now, she felt like she would like it.

## Current Life

Mary, now known as Poppy in this new world, was born into the home of a fallen noble family. Her mother perished at birth, so it was her father that raised her. While her father, Laticus Obriss, was the main influence of her life, there were others to help him in the matters of her growth. Her father has power, and that power came in the form of necromancy. The servants of their households were all undead individuals that either helped Poppy's father with his work or with his daughters care.

The undead directly under Laticus' service was none other than an altered skeleton donned in dark armors that went by the name of Parxell. Parxell had always been a guardian over Laticus and Poppy, keeping their home safe over the many years of his existence. The undead that kept watch over Poppy was the wight Motrianna. The wight was an expert in magics, keeping the young lady she was charged over safe as well as entertained. Not only did she serve to protect, but she also served to teach Poppy as well. The young girl looked to Motrianna as far more than a mere servant. She looked to the woman as a mother that she never had. There were many nights where Motrianna stroked Poppy's head to help her sleep, comfort the girl when she awoke from a nightmare.

Even though these people were undead, she never looked at them as anything less than family. However, the only problem with their way of life, was that not everyone looked upon undead in the same way. One night, the people from a town closest to their home had marched upon the land, the idea of dead being raised sickening them to the core. Some soldiers even wandered with magic weaponry, keen on slaying creatures that steel could not cleave. The home was charged upon in moments, hordes of shouting people charging over the hill, prepared to face an army of skeletons or freshly raised corpses. Imagine their surprise when it was simply a mostly empty household with a few people within. While they were surprised, their courage and hubris only got stronger, and their march against the family was done with even greater malice.

Laticus reacted by sending both Parxell and Motrianna to defend his daughter. In the meantime he would travel below the house, entering a place that Poppy was not allowed to venture into. He was not about to let his family be attacked without resistance. The two undead and the one little girl took shelter in the main dinning hall. It was the centermost room of the structure, easily defendable with only two entrances on either side. Paxell and Motianna were ready for a fight, their courage strong, even as they heard the shattering of windows and the splintering of the wooden doors.

Minutes pass and the room was filling with the corpses of foolish challengers. The undead warrior and mage continued to fight, no ounce of exhaustion within them. That was a weakness of the living. No, they were just fine. Eventually though, among the horde of humans and other races that coexist with them, two soldiers enter the dinning hall. They seemed more prepared than the others. Far more experienced as well. Poppy's guardians actually hesitate for a moment as they stare at the two glowing swords held by these men. The battle after that was... not in favor of the household. Motianna was first to fall by the blades of the soldiers. Not even in her ghostly form could she avoid her fate. Parxell fought on light a beast, enraged by the fall of his friend and ally, but ultimately his struggle was useless. Skewered and slain was his fate as well. Their bodies were stripped of valuables as the soldiers turned their attention to the last one left. Poppy.

Though she was a human as well, hatred and pain blinded the judgement of the soldiers. She was brought to rest with her family right there. People cheered and celebrated over their deaths, but it was a celebration short-lived. The earth rumbled and cracked below their feet and a hand of bone rose, gripping the body of a poor soul. What followed was nothing but a nightmare for those who dared to attack the Obriss household.

When Poppy came to, she was by herself. She was somewhere dark. Lying down on a table, she could not feel anything, but she knew that she could move. She stands, attempting to take a step only to fall to the ground. The sound was that of wood against stone, something that confused the girl. As she looked down and tried to push herself up, that is when she learned the truth. Her hand was not her own. Or rather it was hers, but it was different. It's painted wood, like that of a doll. As she looked over herself, she discovered that her entire body was like this. Still on the ground, she took a long time getting used to movement until she could manage standing without assistance. It had to have been hours since she hit the ground, but without sensations or needs to alert her, it felt as if time only flowed faster for the girl.

Stepping through the darkness, she saw the outline of skeletons along the walls. She heard of something like this before. It is where Parxell was taken from. A catacomb. At one point, the catacomb opened to a large crater. The stars shined bright in the sky, visible from the space in the wall that had fell into the depths of the crater. Going further along, steps led up and towards a familiar wooden door. Passing through the door, she was back inside of her house. It was quiet, not even the sounds of people celebrating her death and the deaths of the ones she loved. There was nothing. She moves to the dinning hall where both of her friends lay still. To her horror, she even saw herself. The pale color of death had taken to her skin and her blood had darkened. She must have been asleep in this new body for a while.

She searched a bit more, but nothing was seen of even her father. She was lost as to what to do. She was not angry for some reason and she did not want vengeance for her family. She only wished that all of this had never happened. Perhaps she was just used to loss at this point. Maybe it was something else. She walked up to her room where she sat in thought for what felt like days. It might have actually been days. Her home was in shambles. It was no longer a home. She had to continue on, and after fetching a simple blue dress and a scarf, she was ready to go. She searched for something of her friends, but found nothing. Not Parxell's armor, not Motrianna's staff, nothing. Even the skeletal warriors blades had been taken in the fight.

After prying two blades and their scabards from a fallen warrior, she walked on. She made her first goal to find the weapons of her family. Their prized possessions. After that... she'd figure out what to do.