Legacy of Patricia Woods

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Legacy of Patricia Woods

Post by Vee » June 17th, 2021, 11:05 am


Patricia Woods

One must embrace the power of certainty. To know without a shred of doubt that whatever actions they take, no matter how vile and utterly evil they might appear, are done in service of a higher good.
- The Vigil

[[ Most spoilers redacted, but minor ones below - read at your own risk. DO NOT METAGAME! ]]

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Full Name: Patricia Woods
Birthsign: The Archbishop


Appearance

Age: 33
Height: 5’9
Weight: 155
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Blond
Skin: Tanned & Scarred
Handedness: Right
Posture: Straight/Militaristic
Hygiene: Outside hunts it is quite decent
Scent: Metal & Gunpowder



Physical Description

This tall woman seems to be in her late twenties/early thirties, Her face quite remarkable with deep blue eyes and long blond hair so light that it is closer an ash hue. Her facial expression is stern, matching her body expression, and she moves as one completely sure of what she is doing, showing no signs of doubt in any way.
Her structure is strong and wide clearly of someone built to fight with marked and with calloused hands derivated from it.
When exposed, her skin shows a clear story of a past filled with violence and close encounters, with quite a good collection of burn marks and old healed wounds.



Personality

She is a woman that shows little emotions to the outside world and the ones she shows always seem lacking.
Eerily calm in most situations, her speech is always soft but stern.
Quite fanatical in her beliefs she will fiercely oppose anything that goes against them, let it be in matters of faith, her mission or her pack/the vigil in general.


General Health: Seems in great shape and great health
Profession: Witch Hunter
Faction Affiliation: Black Wolf Vigil
Languages: Common/Nothyian
Roleplay Tools: A black book & A Black Hat

Hobbies: Reading. Lose herself in thought in front of a fire. Known for helping up in the mines to build her endurance and strength when not training.

Strengths: Idealistic, Dedicated, Intelligent
Weaknesses: Fanatic

Governing Virtue: Sacrifice
Governing Throne: Wrath

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Re: Legacy of Patricia Woods

Post by Vee » June 23rd, 2021, 8:07 pm

Memories


Finally arriving to her room after yet another long day out in the province's darkest unholy corners, she drops heavily on her bed stretching her tired body as the confort of it sends a chill down her spine.

Facing up looking at the cieling she crosses her hands beneath her head as she enjoys the sounds coming from outside;
She could hear the workers moving their crates around
Her brother grunting as he worked on what she hoped her next marvelous weapon
Her little sister tending the garden speaking to others
The soft explosions comming from the pyrotechnical area... let us hope it does not blow up... again
Other brothers training hard

A busy place... yet it brought her so much peace.. the only place she could be at peace and lower her guard in this province.

And as she closes her eyes old memories of how she ended up in here come to her mind clear as day in her half awake half asleep state...

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Re: Legacy of Patricia Woods

Post by Vee » June 23rd, 2021, 8:11 pm

The Perfect Life

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Patricia, truly came to this world with His blessing light over her.
In such a dark bleak world she was born to loving parents in a village close to Yultac that lived in peace surrounded by mountains where the only worries were about the winter and the next trade.

Both her parents ran a little general shop that survived by supplying those passing by with goods for their travel. Everyone knew them and they were all well liked for their politeness, honesty and good humor.
Life was simple and easy.
She grew up with basic education offered by her parents, like writing, reading and most important, math, to be able to take the business when her time comes.
Other than helping them in the shop she never gained much more skills or learnt any craft, passing her days exploring the lands surrounding the settlement with her friends or talking with travelers about lands far away.

This is what made her eyes shine bright, she loved the stories about different lands, magical beings, heroes and tales of impossible events.
Ridiculous stories made up to entertain she was sure.
For such incredible things could not exist in the realm of men, only Her good lord held such powers.

Shortly as she came of age her whole world changed when a merchant with a parish came to do business with her parents.
Gorgeous, well-spoken, appealing… a true dream for any girl. And to her surprise it seemed that they connected.
They spent hours talking and sharing moments with nice walks around the beautiful surroundings every time he came to do business or just came to visit her.
And without much warning or reason they fell in love and started a beautiful relationship where she truly treated her like a princess showering with gifts and words of love.
She was bewildered, she could never imagine that her good life could improve this much, it was perfect, a true tale from one of the books her mother read to her at night.

And with time their relationship grew and in a natural order of things he proposed.
How could she refuse? Her YES was instant, barely letting him finish the sentence.


And so the story continues, it was a beautiful wedding in his family’s estate. Astonishing buildings with lush and colorful gardens.
Everyone invited was delighted, her family, his family, everyone had an amazing time.

And this is where she moved after the ceremony, she left her village to live with her now husband in this fortified secluded estate.

And then ... then was when everything went wrong...

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Re: Legacy of Patricia Woods

Post by Vee » June 28th, 2021, 7:02 pm

The Fall of the Woman


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But not at the beginning...

She truly lived the perfect life for a time. She was surrounded by people who treated her well and with love. Each day was a joyous day with her adoring husband always covering her with compliments, adoration and gifts.

Yet slowly and silently the situation started to worsen.
Her husband's temper got worse with each passing day, he added new demands constantly, people looked at her with different eyes, empty eyes… Many new rules and limitations were created and aggravated.
She was forbidden to go out at night, being locked in her room. She was not to see her family. She was not to speak to anyone outside her new family inside the estate. She was not to ask questions, for she was too dumb to understand according to her husband.

Soon she was more of a maid than a wife. Her whole life revolved around serving her beloved merchant. She did all he asked for and her fear of him grew… something that came and worsened without her realizing it.

And then it started.. he started punishing her as you with a prisoner. Any excuse was enough for a beating and humiliation. And everyone there knew and did nothing, not even losing a second of their life looking at her.
And it was easy to see that this once beautiful well kept girl was now dirty and bruised, her once life and happy eyes, now dark and empty, her bright smile now non existent.

This continued for months culminating with Patricia getting locked in a small jail type of the room in a dark side of the estate far from the main buildings.
She stayed in that minuscule place, only seeing the sunlight through the cracks in the wooden heavy door or the holes in the roofing.
Soon she understood why.. she was a servant, and now truly saw what she served. Her master… her husband... was part of a cult, a cult of witches that did dark rituals during the night away from curious eyes.
With time she saw it all from the summoning of unholy beings to sacrifices to some unholy dark greater being…

She spent her days crying in her jail room, how could Decus let this be, how could He let it happen to one as faithful as her, one who prayed every day, one who followed the eight… one who was a good soul…

At the beginning she tried everything to run away, to the point of desperately giving a note to a merchant that was delivering goods for him to deliver to the church, a note begging for help.

Yet… nothing.. days, months, years passed and with each attempt of escape the punishments got worse.
With time her faith dwindled.. she no longer believed that god existed, how could He.. and she became a shell of a woman… an empty husk of the shining happy person she once was.. she refused to kill herself yet she no longer lived.. she was just passing time until her body shut down.

One day in a silent moonless night where you could not even hear the crickets all hel broke loose.

A bright flash cuts through the night lighting her room and before she could even look at it a deafening loud explosion sound throws her off balance, followed by many more accompanied by screams of pain and agony.
Patricia hid in a corner curled up staring at the door hoping whatever it was it would not come for her, she already suffered enough… and whatever it was it could not be good.
For hours she could hear the heavy fighting happening outside in a mix of ordinance explosions, thunder falling from the sky, musket fire and metal hitting flesh in an horrendous sound… then.. it all went silent… she could not hear anything but footsteps outside, until..

*BAM!*

The door flies open as she sees the retracting foot of the one who kicked it open.. terror took over her, her heart beating at an unnatural speed… her time has come she was sure for whoever it was it would easily overpower her weak pathetic scrawny self.

And then he entered.. A tall man with a very broad build and weapon in hand, yet what was most noticeable about him was his attire, a long black coat covering his armor and a tall wide brim hat with a shiny wolfs head sigil in the middle that reflected the light from what she presumed were fires outside. He was death impersonated, she thought.. she could not see his eyes or facial features.

She stares at him waiting for her demise, her face filled with tears as he takes a step forward placing his hand inside his coat.
Patricia lowers her head facing the floor waiting for the floor waiting for the oh so bittersweet end when the mean spoke.

Nothing happens and she looks up at him noticing that he took the very same note she sent to the church that many months back. She was shocked for a moment.. how could it be… she forsaken her God she thought the most horrible things about Him and yet… he guided this man here… how…

As reality sets in she uses the little strength she has to move holding the mans leg… her saviours leg… completely breaking down in a deep sob as he places a comforting hand on her head speaking in a rough yet calming tone;

“Do not fear child, the Vigil is here”

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