MARGUERITE ST. LEMAIRE

  DEMEANOR   Marguerite is a confident Walljack of a woman with a sharp wit and even sharper tongue. She may give the first impression of being stern and rough around the edges especially with a thick accent typical of a Jackie. Nonetheless, she is a sociable sort with a very dry wit, and is a knowledgeable folk healer amongst other practices, having a way with people.  GENDER IDENTITY   A thing that she would likely have put little to no thought towards if it were not for the rigid roles and lenses of the world and how living as a woman has impacted her life. A social prison in her experienced opinion, more than anything.  POSITIVE TRAITS   
- Pragmatic
- Shrewd
- Strong-willed
- Empathic  NEGATIVE TRAITS   
- Headstrong; fierce independence and a temper.
- Paranoia; a chill of the spine.
- Reserved; slow at times to reveal feelings or opinions.
- Secretive; what others don't know can't hurt her.  MENTAL HEALTH   
- Occasional bouts of melancholia
- Recurring nightmares since childhood  DOMINANT HAND   Left  PHYSICAL HEALTH   
- Congenital cataracts; she can only see slight changes in light, and nothing more.
- Situs Inversus Totalis; Marguerite is unaware that her major organs' positions are mirrored to that of a normal person's, including her heart. This is caused by her being a mirror twin, in turn causing her to be left-handed.  LIKES    Walljack cuisine, strong and unique aromas, the sound of running water, milkweed, lavender  DISLIKES    Sewing, sweet wine, grumpkins  WANTS   
✓ - Upsize her apothecary through her business partnership with Yarrow
✓ - Reunite with lost family
✓ - Secure imports for her business, especially select Korami-origin herbs
✓ - To meet or otherwise witness a patron
✗ - Keep Edgard out of as much trouble as reasonably possible
? - Keep the Spire and its people independent
- Establish a coven
- Increase business relations with the Spire's hospital and Militia
- Keep Seley out of as much trouble as reasonably possible
-  FEARS    Snakes, men who are strangers, her legacy

  MARKS & SCARS   
- A carved occult symbol on the back of the left hand (pictured above); something few people see as she almost always is wearing gloves of some sort
- A stab wound just above the left hipbone
- A line across the left palm
- Two matching puncture marks upon the left forearm  LANGUAGES    Common Tongue || Ancient Tongue || Walljack Creole  PETS    A frog that she affectionately calls 'Peu de Lait'

CHARACTER STATS

  DEXTERITY      — (0) 
- Acrobatics: -1
- Stealth: +0
- Thievery: 0  INTELLIGENCE      —  (+1)
- Healing: +2
- Perception: +1
- Research: +0  HARMONY      —  (+2)
- Arcana: +3
- Nature: 0
- Belief: 0  STRENGTH      —  (-1)
- Fortitude: +0
- Athletics 0
- Forging: -3

  HINDRANCES     Illiterate, Phobia

  FEATS     Waking Dreamer

  MISC. SKILLS     Cooking, bartering, charisma

INVENTORY

  WEAPONRY     Osteous Dirk; A custom-crafted dagger given as a gift by Ser Adrian for self-protection.  MISC     Aedallian baubles; ranging from a broach, to a coin, to a handful of scrying beads.

  NAME    Marguerite Aurelia St. Lemaire  NICKNAME/ALIAS    A woman of many names, and seldom her real.  HERITAGE    An Arsa Sidhe of both Valkian and Walljack origin.  OCCUPATION    Apothecary, Seer, & Witch  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION   A strikingly pale and tall elf, sporting a mane of silver-white hair. She is a decidedly handsome woman with a robust jaw and slightly too-large nose. She possesses a lone ocean-blue eye, ever-watchful, paired with an eyepatch.  AGE    38 summers  DATE OF BIRTH    The 7th of Reflection  PRONOUNS    she/her  CURRENT RESIDENCE   The Cork & Cauldron Apothecary (Spire)  HEIGHT    A range of 6'2" - 6'3" dependent on footwear  HAIR    A mane of oft-tousled white locks. It would be straighter if she were bothered to comb it more often, but prefers waves and is a busy person who works with her hands too often to pay it much mind.  EYES    Her left eye a watchful ocean blue, the other is obscured by a leather eyepatch.  CLOTHING    Practical work dresses and tall boots. Black, usually.  ZODIAC   The Ouroboros  FACE CLAIM    Ingrid Behague  VOICE REFERENCE    Isabelle Adjani with a hefty accent.

Anything which throws light upon the Universe, anything which reveals us to ourselves, should be welcome in this world of riddles.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

SAGE & SKIN OF SNAKE

 I. REBIRTH     The fire rages on all around her.Smoke, impossible amounts of smoke, a massive plume winding upwards into the sky. Choking, wretching, gasping, broken nails and bloodied fingertips claw into the dirt to drag her mangled body to somewhere—anywhere—to no avail.

Oppressive heat licked at her back. The girl screams, wails, pleads with anything that may have deigned to turn its gaze upon her in this moment. But no one comes.It was the day Marguerite learned she wanted to live. II. SHELTER     Wetness clung to freshly painted lips, an unfamiliar coating on the her face.

"I'm not done!" Marguerite feels the annoyed huff of breath across her face from her brother, and she giggles as he turns her visage into one of his many masterpieces.

Their shared room was always colder this time of year, the ideal conditions for hiding away in pillow-laden fort of blankets that no doubt would be taken apart when found by their caregivers in the morning.Even so, it was a worthwhile endeavour, a temporary bastion of warmth against the onslaught of Northern chill, and the much more unspeakable. A safe haven for the two, a piece of hope from the darkness of night, until the cold morning light returned.  III. FOREMOTHERS     A nauseating, resounding crunch.Tears stream down Marguerite's reddened face as she gasps for air. Acrid sick burns and claws upwards from her throat, insides, ripping a gut-wrenching sob from the girl.

"Good."

The struggling rabbit's small body goes slack in her trembling grasp as its fragile neck bone is cracked into two. A whimper escapes her, clutching the soft creature in her arms.

"We'll need more bones than that, dear. The practice is yours now. Again."And again, and again, and again. IV. BLOOD RITES  Air entered the girl's body where it had never touched before. A fascinating, novel sensation, she muses distantly, whilst the knife pierces her side.Blood trickles, pours, the unmistakable coppery smell saturating thick air. Her knife clatters, and Marguerite crumples to the ground [WIP] V. PURGATION    Ashen dark saturated her form, every piece of her rendered unrecognizable. The ashes of everyone she had loved. The ashes of him.The contents of her stomach empty into the grass, stumbling half-bent. She chokes, she sobs, she wails. She laughs.The girl limps, leg dragging. She sways once more, something bubbling within her chest she can no longer banish. Frenzied breaths bleed into sobbing, wailing laughter brings her to her knees.The fire rages on all around her. She was free.It was beautiful, and it was terrible.

FACE REFERENCES

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Ingrid Behague

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ART OF MARGUERITE

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  RADIMIR ☨    
Neroli, saccharine wine, blood, smoke
♫
The beast, conquered.

  SELEY    —  @Avajain
Florals, earth, iron
Gentle fondness, a familiar likeness peers back from the surface of deeper waters yet to be explored.Writing the same old tales anew, something better, something true, something safer.

  CHARACTER NAME    —  @username

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For chosen family, and all else who have left a lasting impression.

  ADRIAN    —  @Kamaoe
Sea salt, bergamot, lavender
♫ ♫
Hardened edges and precise angled projections shielding sea foam breezes and sweet tenderness.
A wound that never quite stops itching. Why does it feel so good to keep picking at it, then?

  PARSNIP    —  @Zoslore
Tobacco, cheap booze, boot polish, cloves
♫ ♫
A jingle and familiar sting, reflection cast about. Kaleidoscopic, almost, then, how it can stare back from within scattered shards strewn about.

  VYRA    —  @EminentlyEmery
A brief glimpse made, a dissection of an infinite tapestry. Funny, then, that the threads bear such commonality. Considered in a newer, more keen light.

  EDGARD    —  @Medicai
Oak, earth, pine tar, tobacco
♫ ♫
Threads of fate wrought at the loom, sewn and reaped yet, her bed remains as cold and empty as before.

The bitter tang of hubris shared remains, a restless spirit to be exorcised.

  SELENE    —  @Cosmic_Evil
Someone that Marguerite intends to know more.

  EITHNA    —  @Hyssope
Facets upon facets, an exceptional cut. Fascinations abound.

  PERILLA    —  @catermization

of covenant ☿

  YARROW    —  @Mooshroommanic
Basil, lavender, bibliosmia, wine
♫
Stolen moments, lingering candlelit glow, the moth-like fleeting and uncertain fragility of words unspoken.
To close one's hands over something so precious is almost a sin, yet, something more fearful still if trusted to remain.

  DIARMAIT    —  @PhilBruno
Earth, musk, petrichor
Where there is smoke, there are flames, something Marguerite is no stranger to. A smouldering pillar of a man, casting illumination out. Yet, the light has yet to be shed on that which lies within.

  KALIBRI    —  @Soup
Ink, cinnamon
Unanticipated attentions, yet, not all good things are those that are expected.
A woman of many intrigues in her own right.

  ATTICUS    —  @Dee
An amusing and curious man full of surprises.

  'SPARROW'    —  @username
Concerning.

  CHARACTER NAME    —  @username

  CORWIN    —  @con68

🜍 OF BLOOD

  MOTHER ☨ 
As Above 🜁
♫
The same blood runs through her veins, for better and for certainly much worse. Irrevocably shaping, like river to rock. Her mother eroded her, shaped her, fashioned like a blade in her image.

  AMINTHE  
Sister
♫
It pained them both too much to dwell, and such in the fashion of St. Lemaire women, dwell they did not.

  BASTIEN ☨  
Brother
♫
Marguerite could not protect him. She prays to him when she misses him, which is often.
She doesn't know if anyone hears.

  FATHER ☨ 
So Below 🜃
♫
Hot as an angry fire, cutting as a well-honed sword.

  ISKVANDAR    —  @Vinsintius
Twin
♫ ♫ ♫
Her twin in body and spirit, and an entire shattering of the ego. Once a shadow of the mind thought to be passed, Marguerite is still picking up the pieces. Reunited, her sibling is now both a stranger and a person unspeakably and instinctively known, and it is once more becoming indiscernible where one ends and the other begins.

The familiarity scares her as much as it comforts her.

  ANCESTORS ☨  
Lineage
♫
A most terrible reverence.