Full Name: Aemilia Drusilla
Birthdate: Unknown
Birthplace: Kaduraas, Vitaveus
Birthsign: The Angel
Age: Somewhere between late teens to early twenties
Height: Remarkably tall
Weight: Average
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Skin: Olive
Scent: Olibanum, ginger, ginseng, lilac and wormwood
Physical Description: She appears statuesque, a tower of a woman with long limbs such that it may take a few more years for her to grow into them but unflinching nonetheless. Her bronzed skin is complemented by daring green eyes, and there is a strength about her face that brings weight to the rest of her presence. Long dark tresses from from the crown of her head to obscure high cheekbones and the point of her olive chin. A faded scar runs along the front of her throat. The faint scent of medicinal herbs hangs on her clothes.
General Health: Questionable, particularly her lungs
Profession: Allopathic Physician
Voice: Smoky with a bit of a rasp. Speaks with the quality of an educated Decusian, but a perceptive individual may detect a faint Collatian accent when she speaks Common Decusian.
Personality Description: She is somewhat austere in the setting of those unacquainted with herself, but she is typically agreeable in kind company. Her behavior plays into established or suspected pecking orders as well as evident ego. With greater familiarity, she may be warm and exceptionally compassionate. She places high importance on honor and repeatedly tracks and repays debts. Although fairly intelligent, she may become selfish in her ambitions and lose sight of the bigger picture in her pursuit to attain mastery in her practice, which may concern those who find themselves the subjects of her work in allopathy.
History: She was born within a war-torn territory and became a refugee as a child, at which time she was given a second chance by the Venerated Republic. She swore her life to serve it. She spent most of her time gathering intelligence to pass on to further the Republic’s aims until a Torian physician serving the Venerated Legion that had saved her life thought to make her his protégé. The physician and his wife, who had come to serve as his accompanying apothecary, adopted her. With the world at war, the girl was insatiable in her mission to master the science of mending the broken.
Many years later, after her mentor succumbed to his own sickness, his wife fell ill and expressed that her final wish was to return to the First Province so that she could die in the land she still considered to be her home. The girl had grown up by then, and she dutifully agreed to deliver her mentor’s wife home. The journey from the West to the East was not an easy one, and a hefty sum was paid to mercenaries to ensure their safety. Those days spent near the Rumbling Pass would be the ailing companion’s final ones, and she would leave the woman to her own devices within the First Province.