Name:
Marcia HenryMug:
Sprite: As discussed with Elf, a default will be used
Race: Human (Generian)
Class: Recruit -> Knight -> General
Character Skill: Provoke
Affinity: Light
Personal Fault - They Can't Grab Me If I'm On Fire: If the user enters melee combat, they become
poisoned for three turns.
Trainee Skill - Veil Of Fire: When
poisoned, attacks cause
poison for 3 turns.
First Skill: <Pending>
Promoted Skill: <Pending>
Preferred Stats: HP, Skill
Weapon Profs:
Lances (E)
Total Level: 1
Level: 1
Progression: 330%
HP: 20 (100%)
STR: 4 (0%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 5 (80%)
LCK: 1 (0%)
DEF: 5 (70%)
RES: 2 (80%)
SPD: 2 (0%)
CON: 5
AID: 4
MOV: 4
Chargen Point Allocation: +2 SKL, +2 RES
Meme Build Clause: Assigned weapons will have low MT
Bio: Marcia was the head maid of a small estate in Blobbonia. Modelled after those from Master's own homeland it was a modest but cozy affair, one that felt even smaller with the constant stream of guests Master hosted. It was a simple if not quiet life, but Marcia was content enough with simply serving her master, as a maid should be.
But everything changed when the Demon Lord attacked.
Not directly mind you, what was he, some kind of peasant?
No, it was carried out by his servants, brutal sneering scoundrels clad in crude metal and ghastly leather. They set fire to the town, staining the early morning sky with cloud of billowing black smoke.
Marcia was in the estate when it caught fire, trapping her inside and as the flames consumed her, she felt nothing but fury.
Arson, she could forgive. They were at war, and war is rife with unpleasantries. It wasn't personal, she was just collateral damage, she understood that. But to do the deed dressed in those dreadful outfits? And they had the gall to call themselves servants? That could not stand! Rushing out from the flames charged the ruffians seeking to set right this travesty and to also y'know murder them for setting all of Master's stuff on fire, but at least they'd have died with some dignity! Really they should have been thankful! But no! They had to run, run with such inelegance, screaming vulgarity unfitting of servant,
and so Marcia gave chase. To her credit, she did partially succeed - the raiders did all end up half-naked having discarded their armor to run faster, but eventually the fire and smoke inhalation caught up to her, leaving her collapsed on the ground and burning. Next time she vowed, next time she would catch them.
So with that whole debacle over, Marcia found herself without an estate, and frankly rather bored. Well if the Demon Lord was going to send out servants to burn down Master's estate, he should just answer in turn right? No, not quite.
There is a saying, that an eye for an eye makes the world blind. The Revivians have their own version - "go hard or go home"; different words, same meaning. Take a man's eye and he will swear vengeance. Take a man's leg and he will cry for blood. But take both his eyes, both his legs, and beat him to death with them and well, he won't be in much of a position to do anything. There are many stories that tell of ambition's folly, that is true, but one should never be so easily satisfied either.
With that in mind Marcia vowed not only to set the Demon Lord's fortress aflame, but also the man himself, and then to gut him like a fish so he couldn't swear vengeance. Now Master being the humble forgiving man he was, was aghast when he heard of her plans. He tried talking her out of it, by the gods did he try, going on long spiels in his weird Revivian dialect about how it's fine because it was insured and how maid cafes and actual noble residences are two completely different things and that to please stop or he'd be forced to let her go, but such frivolousness concerned her not. A maid's loyalty is to her master, not to his words, and she was sure he would appreciate her work when the deed was done.
Unfortunately for really just sanity in general, Marcia did not travel alone; there was another with her - a wishborn horse by the name of Shoes.
Now typically when one describes a horse as violent, it usually means more that they’re ill-tempered or uncooperative, rather than say liable to shank someone half a dozen times in a back alley with a broken bottle; Shoes is a rare example of the latter case. Make no mistake - he will cut a bitch. He will cut a bitch and laugh.
How Shoes came into Master’s possession Marcia doesn’t know, she ain’t askin’ and he ain’t tellin’ probably on account of him preferring to let his actions speak for him, or maybe it’s because he’s a horse and literally can’t speak. One or the other. But one way or another he found himself working as a guard, kept placated with a steady supply of sugar cubes and whiskey.
That was of course, until some asshat burnt the whole place down and tried to ride away on him. Needless to say, they came to regret that decision very quickly.
Now out of a job and sporting a boner for murder that were it not figurative would’ve probably blotted out the stars themselves, Shoes honestly didn’t have much else better to do and followed Marcia on her quest. Okay less “followed” more “set off in the same direction for roughly the same homicidal purpose”, but the result’s basically the same.
Soon enough stories began to spread of an equine missile and a blue-haired maiden wreathed in flames. Mostly around municipal fire stations. And with pretty unflattering opinions for that matter.
In fact, it was in one such fire station Marcia caught wind of Serena's offer. She was halfway through explaining why setting herself on fire near a large patch of dried foliage was a totally reasonable response to being attacked by a mugger and not grounds for her to be institutionalized when a certain poster caught her eye. One million rhea, no small figure and for a job she was going to do anyway, why with that much money she could buy herself a new master when this was all over!
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