Name: Agnes Bernaur
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Birthday: 12/14
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Special Characteristics: For tampering with forbidden magic, Agnes must wear a horrible shame upon her body for her life's entirety—horrible burns and grotesque scars that deformed her once-alluring skin like a scarlet letter. No magic nor salve can restore her beauty so instead, she hides the manifestation of her guilt behind layers of cloth and a shallow mask. Without them, her dry and malformed skin would give her the appearance of a dried, walking corpse as if mummified by time. Only the bottom half of her face, as well as the hair on her head, remain untouched by the curse but it brings her no comfort. The faint of heart would surely avert their eyes in disgust if they saw the rest of her naked form after all.
Personality: Those who have met Agnes know she maintains a somber demeanor. She carries herself with a solemn poise and speaks with a saddened tone as if eternally suffering to a quiet martyrdom. Depressed does not accurately describe her, however; she is merely more serious in a glum but dignified manner that suggests tough-learned humility. Courtly it may be but her sedated disposition often divorces her from the finer fruits of intimate friendship. Humor, for example, is lost on her pensive mask of a face as is the warmth of a gentle hug. It provokes the question: what compels her to put on such airs at the cost of passion? Perhaps her modesty quiets her heart and mind or possibly the scars of her body chastise her to no end for the great sin she committed. Whether by torment or by virtue, many souls would recognize the genuine peacefulness she bears.
A tranquil woman like Agnes enjoys the attitude necessary for a contemplative life. She reads and studies often, providing her ample opportunity to stretch her mind and reflect on the obscure meanings of the tomes she consume. In that regard, she has developed a thoughtful wisdom that trickles down to many aspects of her life. Her lips throw few careless words into the wind for she ponders her sentences carefully and slowly, and she seldom reaches her conclusions on an irrational string. Those things amount to naught in the light of her acumen's true beauty, however. Her prudence for careful speculation has embellished her with unparalleled introspection that allows her to vividly understand herself. Not a bubble of fervor nor fury nor grief passes her mind without her endorsement for she comprehends her emotions and why they might afflict her with immense clarity. It is perhaps the hallmark of her maturity.
Though her father gave her a spoiled childhood, Agnes has learned humility through much strife in her lifetime. She shies away from ambition for fear of dreadful discoveries—she knows well the penalty for tempting curiosity—and enjoys contentment with her station in life. The powers that be compensate for this virtue by providing relatively few accolades and positions for what she accomplishes, especially since she rarely requests more than what she needs. It bothers her not, though, for she prefers to seclude her reputation than whore it out. Like a positive magnet drawing in the negative, this humbleness acts as a beacon for those more willful in their ambitions. They see submissiveness and the potential of servitude in her, but only the most noble of hearts will hear her permit to subjugation because she fears another, if not her own heart, will lead her down a depraved path again.
Agnes perceives the world through a despondent lens for which no hope exists. She drinks from fatalism not with anguish or heartache but with resigned acceptance. Only the starry-eyed fool attempts to quarrel with fate after all, especially when all the stars and circumstances align for worse. In that respect, she is quick to lay down arms, then, when causality beckons her to resist chance. Some might identify this pessimism as her weakest characteristic but she might disagree in turn. She is aware just as well how ludicrous surrendering oneself to the will of destiny might be, but she has flung herself through failure too often to test her weary heart again. Were it not for the last small intentions she possessed, she might find no reason to go on and instead submit herself to the ravaging of time and let death abduct her—and she would do so happily.
Agnes cherishes her code of ethics like a mother who adores and clings to her child. She remains faithful to her creed through hardship and would forsake friends and her well-being to follow through in obeying it. Her dogmatic adherence to this creed shows a surprising lack of pragmatism for someone with her judgment, and she recognizes this apparent lack of room for practical conduct. Even so, she bears everlasting scars to remind her what happens when one deviates from the proper path. Culminating with her stately wisdom on matters of thought, her religious-like fervor for following her conscience almost gives her the alluring appearance of a mystic. It certainly gives her iron the will of one for she would sooner allow herself to suffer the pains of torture than abandon her morality. Let her not be mistaken for a zealot or white knight, however; she holds only herself to her rigid standards except in extraordinary cases.
With a fragile body, Agnes prefers to keep her distance in battle like a true wizard. It is fitting given her habit for slow and cautious thoughtfulness that requires her to be almost detached from the intense fighting. This illustrates her call for a more supportive role, especially when working with a group and under a leader. After all, she exhibits no bloodlust of her own nor the slightest satisfaction in defending against the bloodlust of others; save for when the scales of justice greatly require her abilities for violence. Agnes wears a meek and passive heart that makes her an idea underling as well. She places great trust (but not blindly in any sense) in those she deems fit to lead her into combat and thus, united with her humility, she makes for an obedient subordinate who acts faithfully in following commands.
When given free reign over her own group to lead, Agnes does not act lightly. She concerns herself with the well-being over team, of course, but she worries more for the potential ruin she could cause under the helm of leadership. Whereas she acts more passive under a leader, she takes a much more active stance to commanding her own subordinates to ensure the minimal bloodshed of her enemies and allies alike but also to preserve the peace and stability of wherever her mission leads her. Therefore, many of her approaches to battle depend on carefully considered plans that necessitate a well-coordinated team. In fact, she tends to choose strict organization and efficiency over raw power when given the option of assembling her group. The only problem of note that her underlings should caution is her willingness to embrace martyrdom for a cause deemed noble. That's not to say she would throw lives away carelessly for such situations are rare and she would sooner give her own life than the lives of her allies if possible.
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General Appearance
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Hair: Silver and medium in length.
Eyes: Amber
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Agnes appears initially as an imposing figure, attributed to the various garments draped across her body. The most prominent of her attire is her signature golden mask which bears some resemblance to the sun and suggests veneration in some capacity. The mask protects the scarred and burnt portions from curious eyes, hiding her most vulnerable shame. A small, symmetrical line of golden spikes mimicking pillars of flame dot the sides of the mask and a pair of eyeholes rest at the bottom center to let her own amber eyes wander about. A thorough person could observe the defective skin upon the boundary of her eyes through the eyeholes but a wiser person would keep silent. The overall frame of the mask provides enough tightness to snuggly hug her face but enough looseness to bless her hair with the freedom to fall upon her neck. As she adorned herself with the ornate mask in the early days of receiving her wounds, the inside of the mask has melded with her hide and must be forcefully ripped off her face to take it off.
To hide the rest of her body, Agnes often wears three layers of clothing. The outermost layer is a small white cloak draped over her shoulders that reaches down to her thighs. The cloak possesses a golden trim that ties together like intricate jewelry at the neck. Below that, she wears a long, flowing white gown that covers even her feet to masquerade the appearance of gliding when she walks. She typically wears a tough, golden band with an angelic imprint around the stomach of the dress to ensure it fits tightly around her upper body. The last layer is much less visible and less decorated—a white silky blouse combined with long, leathery white pants that both fit tightly. Other than that, she wears a set of dark but surprisingly modest slip-on shoes scuffed with dirt most of the time, as well as a set of dark leather gloves to hide her grotesque hands. Only the latter is typically visible since her gown covers her shoes most of the time.
If a brave soul removed the clothes from Agnes, they would discover a body ravaged by burns, scars, and scabs from the aftermath of a magical accident. To add to her corpse-like form, her body appears rather frail with a lack of muscle and fat all around. She appears thin enough—although, you wouldn't know when she's hidden by her clothing—that someone of roughly the same height could confidently lift her up in bridal fashion. Her paltry shoulders and petite bust combined with her thin lips and chin don't help either, but her meek-looking body does possibly suggest another reason to her slow and careful movement.
When it comes to her hair, Agnes has strangely been spared from losing it in the accident years prior. Were it not for her skin deformity, her hair might even be the most significant part of her body with its strange silver hue that almost glistens under light. The large golden mask covering the top portion of her head prevents her from styling it in any special way so, instead, she allows it slip out from under the mask and down to the back of her neck. It also has the added benefit of covering a small portion of scarred flesh wear her ears and head meet (her ears are perfectly fine, however) which the mask cannot cover. This hair on the sides of her head reaches down to her jawline as if they were gently clinging the bottom of her face.
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: Base of the neck and white in color.
Rank: D
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Birthday: 12/14
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Special Characteristics: For tampering with forbidden magic, Agnes must wear a horrible shame upon her body for her life's entirety—horrible burns and grotesque scars that deformed her once-alluring skin like a scarlet letter. No magic nor salve can restore her beauty so instead, she hides the manifestation of her guilt behind layers of cloth and a shallow mask. Without them, her dry and malformed skin would give her the appearance of a dried, walking corpse as if mummified by time. Only the bottom half of her face, as well as the hair on her head, remain untouched by the curse but it brings her no comfort. The faint of heart would surely avert their eyes in disgust if they saw the rest of her naked form after all.
Personality: Those who have met Agnes know she maintains a somber demeanor. She carries herself with a solemn poise and speaks with a saddened tone as if eternally suffering to a quiet martyrdom. Depressed does not accurately describe her, however; she is merely more serious in a glum but dignified manner that suggests tough-learned humility. Courtly it may be but her sedated disposition often divorces her from the finer fruits of intimate friendship. Humor, for example, is lost on her pensive mask of a face as is the warmth of a gentle hug. It provokes the question: what compels her to put on such airs at the cost of passion? Perhaps her modesty quiets her heart and mind or possibly the scars of her body chastise her to no end for the great sin she committed. Whether by torment or by virtue, many souls would recognize the genuine peacefulness she bears.
A tranquil woman like Agnes enjoys the attitude necessary for a contemplative life. She reads and studies often, providing her ample opportunity to stretch her mind and reflect on the obscure meanings of the tomes she consume. In that regard, she has developed a thoughtful wisdom that trickles down to many aspects of her life. Her lips throw few careless words into the wind for she ponders her sentences carefully and slowly, and she seldom reaches her conclusions on an irrational string. Those things amount to naught in the light of her acumen's true beauty, however. Her prudence for careful speculation has embellished her with unparalleled introspection that allows her to vividly understand herself. Not a bubble of fervor nor fury nor grief passes her mind without her endorsement for she comprehends her emotions and why they might afflict her with immense clarity. It is perhaps the hallmark of her maturity.
Though her father gave her a spoiled childhood, Agnes has learned humility through much strife in her lifetime. She shies away from ambition for fear of dreadful discoveries—she knows well the penalty for tempting curiosity—and enjoys contentment with her station in life. The powers that be compensate for this virtue by providing relatively few accolades and positions for what she accomplishes, especially since she rarely requests more than what she needs. It bothers her not, though, for she prefers to seclude her reputation than whore it out. Like a positive magnet drawing in the negative, this humbleness acts as a beacon for those more willful in their ambitions. They see submissiveness and the potential of servitude in her, but only the most noble of hearts will hear her permit to subjugation because she fears another, if not her own heart, will lead her down a depraved path again.
Agnes perceives the world through a despondent lens for which no hope exists. She drinks from fatalism not with anguish or heartache but with resigned acceptance. Only the starry-eyed fool attempts to quarrel with fate after all, especially when all the stars and circumstances align for worse. In that respect, she is quick to lay down arms, then, when causality beckons her to resist chance. Some might identify this pessimism as her weakest characteristic but she might disagree in turn. She is aware just as well how ludicrous surrendering oneself to the will of destiny might be, but she has flung herself through failure too often to test her weary heart again. Were it not for the last small intentions she possessed, she might find no reason to go on and instead submit herself to the ravaging of time and let death abduct her—and she would do so happily.
Agnes cherishes her code of ethics like a mother who adores and clings to her child. She remains faithful to her creed through hardship and would forsake friends and her well-being to follow through in obeying it. Her dogmatic adherence to this creed shows a surprising lack of pragmatism for someone with her judgment, and she recognizes this apparent lack of room for practical conduct. Even so, she bears everlasting scars to remind her what happens when one deviates from the proper path. Culminating with her stately wisdom on matters of thought, her religious-like fervor for following her conscience almost gives her the alluring appearance of a mystic. It certainly gives her iron the will of one for she would sooner allow herself to suffer the pains of torture than abandon her morality. Let her not be mistaken for a zealot or white knight, however; she holds only herself to her rigid standards except in extraordinary cases.
With a fragile body, Agnes prefers to keep her distance in battle like a true wizard. It is fitting given her habit for slow and cautious thoughtfulness that requires her to be almost detached from the intense fighting. This illustrates her call for a more supportive role, especially when working with a group and under a leader. After all, she exhibits no bloodlust of her own nor the slightest satisfaction in defending against the bloodlust of others; save for when the scales of justice greatly require her abilities for violence. Agnes wears a meek and passive heart that makes her an idea underling as well. She places great trust (but not blindly in any sense) in those she deems fit to lead her into combat and thus, united with her humility, she makes for an obedient subordinate who acts faithfully in following commands.
When given free reign over her own group to lead, Agnes does not act lightly. She concerns herself with the well-being over team, of course, but she worries more for the potential ruin she could cause under the helm of leadership. Whereas she acts more passive under a leader, she takes a much more active stance to commanding her own subordinates to ensure the minimal bloodshed of her enemies and allies alike but also to preserve the peace and stability of wherever her mission leads her. Therefore, many of her approaches to battle depend on carefully considered plans that necessitate a well-coordinated team. In fact, she tends to choose strict organization and efficiency over raw power when given the option of assembling her group. The only problem of note that her underlings should caution is her willingness to embrace martyrdom for a cause deemed noble. That's not to say she would throw lives away carelessly for such situations are rare and she would sooner give her own life than the lives of her allies if possible.
Likes:
- Tomes - Agnes has spent a large portion of her life consumed by the studying of tomes. Originally, she read through them in seeking the forbidden knowledge locked away within them. Presently, however, she engorges herself with reading for the improvement of the mind. To her, the text satiates her brain just as water pleasures the tongue which only tastes better after she has humbled herself from the dangerous of knowing too much. It is fortunate for her that her quiet nature permits her to read for hours on end without succumbing to boredom or tiredness, a favorite pastime of her own.
- Simplicity = Intricate structures, ideas, and personalities rarely stir Agnes up as they would another. She is a person who enjoys the more simple things in life and it shows in her lifestyle: she is content to eat bland food, sleep in old moth-eaten beds, and find entertainment in elementary trinkets. It's rare she smiles at all but, when she does, it can often be attributed to her finding joy in something small and meek. That is not to say she does not enjoy new contraptions or convoluted things; in fact, he makes her somewhat more appreciative of them given that she has the mind to fully enjoy the individual parts that make it up.
- Sleep - The constant pain of her deformed skin coupled with her unremovable mask has deprived Agnes of regular sleep. A good night for her is one in which she manages to sleep for about four hours at a time and, even then, the discomfort of her body usually forces eyes back open. This has caused a constant torture to inflict her mind has also helped her to appreciate what little sleep she receives.Additionally, and perhaps from the effects of her magic, her dreams have always been comfortable and peaceful as if her mind has wandered off to a heavenly realm in its sleep.
Dislikes:
- Body - The scars and deformity of her skin are a constant nuisance for Agnes. They chiefly serve as a never-ending reminder of a great sin committed by her years ago. The state of her body invokes a sense of shame within her so great that she even shields the view of all affected parts with clothing, a mask, and her own hair. Her grotesque curse also serves as a way of causing her constant pain and/or discomfort that, although decreasing in intensity as time goes by, still affects her every moment of her life. Worst of all, however, it reminds her of how much beauty she has lost.
- Ambition - Having once been ambitious herself, Agnes can testify to the pains of trying to do the difficult or impossible when fate would desire otherwise. The experience has made her modest and otherwise distrustful of those with huge ambitions for she suspects said person would go down a path of self-destruction and possibly bring others with him or her. She believes it more noble to be content with small achievable dreams, especially ones of purer nature. Her standard of a decent desire would be one which focuses on the improvement of the self or another without the use of a great evil.
- Romance - Agnes has experienced romance once in her life and it ended horribly for reasons of her own doing. The backlash she experienced left a scar on her mind that makes her revolt from love, especially when she knows for certain that her more visible scars are likely to turn away potential suitors. Fortunately, she does not avoid love out of bitterness as she once did but so that she might be tethered down less with responsibility, which gives her the time to work on her own modest goals. On the other hand, she can at least appreciate the sight of two souls coming together for pure purposes when looking from the outside.
Motivations:
- Atonement - In her younger years, Agnes committed a great sin by using a forbidden magic selfishly. The results of that crime have trickled down and affected every facet of her life. She has suffered innumerable for what she had done and still does, but now she seeks a way to redeem herself. Her hope is that an opportunity, especially within the wizard's guild of Lamia Scale, will present itself and allow her to do a great deed that makes up for her crime against natural law. Otherwise, her conscious will eat away at for as long as her heart is beating.
- Cure - The physical effects of her crime from years ago are much more noticable than the moral ones and, just like the latter, Agnes hopes to repair her body. So far, it has been for naught as she has been unable to find a magic or any kind of natural medicine that can fix her skin deformity. Although she does appreciate the modesty that her hideousness has invoked, she remains vigilant in her search for some cure to her ailment. She would not chance it and try another forbidden means of fixing her problem but this can certainly be considered the greatest of her desires in terms of difficulty.
- Teaching - Having gathered a myriad of knowledge from libraries of books and her own experience, Agnes wishes to part some of that information on others in hopes of preventing some great tragedy. She especially feels an obligation to step and shed some wisdom when she sees someone heading down a dangerous and deprived path, though she is by no means preachy about it. She simply feels a sorrow for allowing someone to do something that will only create more anguish, especially when it comes to the seizure of one's ambitions. Her advice tends to end at wisdom, however, since she would rather not contribute her magical knowledge to a cause that might use it for harm.
Fears:
- Sin - Someone who has felt fire is less likely to be dumb enough to touch it again, just as it was for Agnes who tried to use a magic that greatly violated the taboos of the magical world. Since her disaster with it, she has resolved to never tamper with evil magic, items, or institutions ever again for fear of some direct or indirect punishment. Consequently, this experience has also driven her toward working on her own virtues which, today, govern her use of magic and her motives for reading old tomes. Overall, this fear of committing a great sin again can be contributed to both fear and humility.
- Disgust - Agnes' ugly skin deformities have caused her many problems but none worse than the social ramifications in her early life. Her fiance, upon seeing the horror she had inflicted upon herself, left her and her father forced her to don a mask to cover her damaged flesh. These things left a mark on her that, in reactionary fashion, makes her felt self-conscious about her appearance. She refuses to show the damaged portions of her skin to anyone and is constantly haunted by the fear that someone might see and react with visible, if not harsh, disgust and remove themselves from her cruelly.
- Magic - Agnes does not fear magic itself but rather the misuse of magic for obscure and evil purposes. She believes it a bad and risky idea, for example, to use magic as a means of completing daily chores such as cleaning and cooking. To her, such a thing is the abuse of a mystical power for something insignificant. Of course, it goes without saying that she also fears the use of evil in carrying out malicious acts such as senseless violence, charming, or anything of that nature to gain something for oneself. Like many of her fears, this can be attributed to her own experience in misusing magic.
General Appearance
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Hair: Silver and medium in length.
Eyes: Amber
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Agnes appears initially as an imposing figure, attributed to the various garments draped across her body. The most prominent of her attire is her signature golden mask which bears some resemblance to the sun and suggests veneration in some capacity. The mask protects the scarred and burnt portions from curious eyes, hiding her most vulnerable shame. A small, symmetrical line of golden spikes mimicking pillars of flame dot the sides of the mask and a pair of eyeholes rest at the bottom center to let her own amber eyes wander about. A thorough person could observe the defective skin upon the boundary of her eyes through the eyeholes but a wiser person would keep silent. The overall frame of the mask provides enough tightness to snuggly hug her face but enough looseness to bless her hair with the freedom to fall upon her neck. As she adorned herself with the ornate mask in the early days of receiving her wounds, the inside of the mask has melded with her hide and must be forcefully ripped off her face to take it off.
To hide the rest of her body, Agnes often wears three layers of clothing. The outermost layer is a small white cloak draped over her shoulders that reaches down to her thighs. The cloak possesses a golden trim that ties together like intricate jewelry at the neck. Below that, she wears a long, flowing white gown that covers even her feet to masquerade the appearance of gliding when she walks. She typically wears a tough, golden band with an angelic imprint around the stomach of the dress to ensure it fits tightly around her upper body. The last layer is much less visible and less decorated—a white silky blouse combined with long, leathery white pants that both fit tightly. Other than that, she wears a set of dark but surprisingly modest slip-on shoes scuffed with dirt most of the time, as well as a set of dark leather gloves to hide her grotesque hands. Only the latter is typically visible since her gown covers her shoes most of the time.
If a brave soul removed the clothes from Agnes, they would discover a body ravaged by burns, scars, and scabs from the aftermath of a magical accident. To add to her corpse-like form, her body appears rather frail with a lack of muscle and fat all around. She appears thin enough—although, you wouldn't know when she's hidden by her clothing—that someone of roughly the same height could confidently lift her up in bridal fashion. Her paltry shoulders and petite bust combined with her thin lips and chin don't help either, but her meek-looking body does possibly suggest another reason to her slow and careful movement.
When it comes to her hair, Agnes has strangely been spared from losing it in the accident years prior. Were it not for her skin deformity, her hair might even be the most significant part of her body with its strange silver hue that almost glistens under light. The large golden mask covering the top portion of her head prevents her from styling it in any special way so, instead, she allows it slip out from under the mask and down to the back of her neck. It also has the added benefit of covering a small portion of scarred flesh wear her ears and head meet (her ears are perfectly fine, however) which the mask cannot cover. This hair on the sides of her head reaches down to her jawline as if they were gently clinging the bottom of her face.
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: Base of the neck and white in color.
Rank: D
