Ida Murasaki
“I’d sooner turn my back on the world than let it betray me.”
- Cao Cao (paraphrased)
Death By Glamour
Birthdate: 11 Icereign
Birthplace: Drolund
Birthsign: Fool
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 113 pounds
Eyes: Greenish-gray
Hair: Straight black
Skin: Relatively pallid
Handedness: Right
Posture: An obvious theatrical swagger, where she swings her limbs out.
Hygiene: Everything on Ida is neat as a pin unless she has been out on an excursion.
Scent: Ambergris cologne on occasion.
Physical Description: A tall thin woman who looks like a guy at first glance.
Profession: Former bartender, currently a mercenary layabout
Faction Affiliation: Jahandar’s Lapidary
Languages: Common Decusian, Yultish, very little Collatian
Accent: A gruff ambiguous one
Roleplay Tools: A cocktail notebook and a bottle of ambergris cologne from her parting gift after leaving the saloon
Hobbies: Exploring, admiring artwork, watching theatre acts.
Habits: Usually prefers to rest in her own room reading and reflecting.
Personality Description: Paradoxically both duplicitous and straightforward, Ida is sharp tongued and witty. She usually prefers to keep her mouth shut, however. She keeps to herself except for Jahandar’s general company.
History: Born the illegitimate child of a prelate in the Midlands, Ida was about to be legally acknowledged some months after her 15th birthday, before one of her cousins succumbed to the Torment. An astute maid of the family whisked Ida off before the panicked mob turned on each other, but she never saw her beloved uncle again.
The train she was pushed onto took her to the outskirts of Redholme, but in the general panic of escape, she didn’t have enough to prove she could enter Redholme proper. She ended up in the refugee camps instead, and as fate would have it, ran into Jahandar and Ikashev that winter.
When she was a young adult, she managed to find work as a bartender in an upscale saloon belonging to a branch of the parish she was once supposed to be part of. As a result, she didn’t initially appear close to the rest of the Satrapy.
She tells anyone that asks an abridged version of what happened, but acts as if her uncle died peacefully and she left on her own terms. If one was to try looking for the Murasaki parish, they wouldn’t have any luck as it’s a pseudonym.
Strengths: Loyal, strong-willed
Weaknesses: Extreme sceptic, prone to underestimating the danger she faces as a result
Governing Virtue: Valour
Governing Throne: Chaos