Character Sheet: Empire of Crowns: T.J.
The Party Fae
As Tj's writer goes to fill out a thorough and perhaps even enlightening character intro. Tj, the character wrestles her away from the comp and scoops up the questions "I'll tak' ovar, baby gurl..." She states to her confused writer before the spicy Fae proceeds to fill out her own character sheet
Name: "Ya can't hav' dat."
Age: "I ain't'a bottle a wine, darlin."
Birthday: "Someone exlpain dat ta me cause people borned erryday. Ain't erryday a birthday?"
Race: "Oh yah! I lov' racin'!"
Class: "People always say I ain't got non'a dat."
Alignment: "Ain't dat sommat on'na carriage?"
Job: "Ya kno', technically jus' livin' is'a job."
Marital Status: "Righ' confused! Someone need'da really explain wat da HELL dat is. Cause I pretty sure erryone I kno' dat got married ended up disappearin' an' dead."
Skills: "Oh I kin cook, clean, figh', brew, mak' potions, an' treats, I half tech, I lik' gadgets, an' magnants sure is fun. I suppose I kin stich people up ta righ' fine."
Strengths: "I kin handle my shine! Suppose I good at takin' a hit ta."
Weaknesses: "Shinies, vanity, distractions, I lik' beards an' burds."
History: "Whose ya wanna kno', baby?"
"Anyting else bout me, I pretty much an open book. I waltz in'ta town, Vlorissfarne, one day righ' drunk an' runnin' out'ta shine. Runnin' frum myself ta, truth be told.
Din da ante jus' got upped wen da damned tavern barred me an' my tab! I only owed em.. some gold. Mayhap a plat.
Anyhow, Coyotl must'a bin on my side dat day cause jus' wen I tink I bout ta be sleepin' in da streets, again (I dun it 'fore) I met da damned Queen a da whole city! An' she was a righ' peach.
She paid my tab, gav' me a job an' some direction. I bin round da block a few times an' back now but I always gonna return home ta her cause, well she da one dat kept me here wen da guttar would'da gladly had me.
Frum dere it was jus' talkin' alot. Listenin' ta folk, helpin' where I could. I lik' doing kind tings if'n I tink it da righ' ting. Though, I dun't much care if'n it righ' on paper, er jus' righ' by my standards. If'n I'm bein' direct.
I kno' people. I watch people. Watch da lay a da land. Wen da immortal nerds was in Towars learning da "Secrets ta da Universe an' it powar", I was in da woods learning ta mak' lov' frum wood Nymphs an' fletchin' wit Elves. Er runnin wit wolves an' findin' a good prey. I was climbin' mountains an' screamin' frum tops no one seened. Sailin' on ships so ol', dere names los' ta time. Lik' so many a mine.
So I kno' mortal stuff lik' da back a my pretty, little punchin' hand. Little arcane here an' dere. But tech... Now wen I learned tech dat changed erryting. Mix it up wit a little blessin' frum da various gods, good, bad, an' middlin', an' well I jus' curious where my long ass lif' gonna tak' me now."
Tj grins, looks over her work, and nods to her writer. Whose shaking her head and pinching her nose "You know, you're just gonna confuse everyone in the room." She stated with some exasperation. Tj smirked at her "Yah, but ya didn't stop me."
A Brewess & Proprietress
Tj has had many endeavors in her time. Many jobs and positions she’s worked in. A jill of all trades some have said. And Mistress of none. And no one, she’ll point out.
At one time many things, she enjoys her days now at her brewery, making various concoctions for the Realm and … Questionable treats. She also spends much of her time at “The Undertow” and “The Rip Current”. Working as a hostess and slinger of parties in every direction.
Her nature compels her to bring joy and levity. Her active nature and ever-youth beg her to keep going and keep the party happening. She thrives in the scenes of the insane and chaotic. After all, it’s best to keep birds of a feather together.
A Fighter & Healer
Tj had known battle since she could first hold a blade. Which was pretty damned early all things considered. She was honed at one point to kill, but being the petulant thing that she is, she refused to the point of being reduced to a simple Kitchen slave.
Middle, middle, middle, and several battles, wars, and millennia later, and she finds herself once again in a realm in need of care. She fights when called on like a well trained attack dog. She’d tell you she was disarmed with nothing on her person, but it would be a lie. The spunky femme can take out a fully formed Lycan with a well-aimed kick and a little luck.
But don’t let the prepensely for violence fool you. She may dance in the dark of the fight pits, compete in blood sport regularly, throw herself in battle, and piss off orcs for fun, but she’s a protector at the heart of it and beyond that, a healer and Doctor.
She can brew anything to fix what ails you, stitch together every broken part with a calm and tender touch. She was, after all, a combat medic before anything else. At least by choice. Kinda.
The spicy Fae likes to stitch up the wounded, including herself when needed. The skill is endlessly helpful in the endless battles she finds herself in. For both her and her comrades. She’ll never hesitate to heal someone who needs it, no matter how much they annoy her. But remember, there’s nothing in the Hippocratic oath about punching a patient after they’ve healed and are no longer a patient.
A Priestess of Many
Through her various meditations and devotions to the various gods, many of which she knows either in her heart, mind, or memories are real, she has become attuned to the nature of the divine. But also the unholy and plain middling.
It would seem that her natural nature of neutrality in all things but the most important by her own moral set, the celestial bodies have looked upon her.
Waking up one morning with a diadem indented in her head in the shape of a crescent, she did what TJ always does, she went with it.
Praying to Luthric, Coyotl, Hlal, and the Parthenon revealed to her that many more are listening when she sends her prayers. As such, she’s devoted a large part of her life to tending the temples in Hem and Vlorissfarne when she can. And as always, she pays many tributes to the Old Ones who shine on her with her parties and various forms of worship and prayer.
It’s important to note that while she worships many gods, she is not beholden to any. She is a free being that the Old Ones have looked upon and allowed to frolic, perhaps even have their favor, for now.
Talker & Advisor to All…
Tj has been around more than a few times. She likes to talk, though her common is more than lacking. For those who can understand her though, and keep up with her endless colloquialisms she’s an endless source of information and ideas.
She’s an Advisors for the Fighters and Rogue Guilds. And also an Advisor to Hem, The Faywylds, The Burrows, and Vlorissfarne. She also has strong ties in Isk’Waere and The Whispermere. To put it simply, the girl is all over the place and won’t shut her mouth.
She has strong opinions and even stronger ideals. She speaks honestly, directly, and often brashly. But those who have taken her heedings, warnings, advice, and general thoughts with a critical eye, have yet to complain.
Though beyond perfect, she does do her fair share of screwing up. But as quick as she is with an opinion, she’s quicker with an ample apology. As far as she can, at any rate.
Putting out diplomatic and personal fires is a specialty of hers and one that plenty take advantage of. She’ll complain, but she loves it.
Her nearly unflappable nature, cheery demeanor, humor, and overall alcoholism help this greatly.
