[Verified by Regime] Hope Hildebrandt

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Hope Hildebrandt

Postby Hope Hildebrandt on December 6th, 2018, 4:36 am

Hope Hildebrandt


Appearance

Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birthday: 29th, Autumn, 504 AV
Birthplace: Sunberth

Appearance: Hope looks, more or less, much like the other street urchins that call the filth-streaked roads of Sunberth home.

That is to say, there isn't much to her. Faring not much better than the average orphan, she's rather skinny but has the slim, developing muscles of a runner. She couldn't weigh much more than seven or eight stone, and her often lightly-built apparel does little to hide how small she is. She stands no taller than perhaps an inch to three over five feet when standing straight, but she is rarely standing straight.

Like many Sunberthans, she is, more often than not, a bit dirty. Her cheeks and small hands stained with grime and her hair a shortly cut, greasy affair, she isn't a stranger to baths, but she isn't overly acquainted with them, either.

With pale skin and average-sized (but quite round and innocent-looking) eyes, she isn't terribly remarkable to look at. She blends and looks quite at home within the bustling crowds of the City of Anarchy, a forgettable face among a sea of forgettable faces.

Character Concept

Hope is an aspiring thief and spy for the Night Eyes. Driven by righteous fury and need to be more than she is, her only aim is to take apart the Daggerhands and thrust a dagger into her father's heart.

Character History

Hope's tale is, simply, one of vengeance, hatred, and one's own inner conflict and agony. She wasn't, of course, always an orphan. Her mother was, to the untrained eye, an unremarkable and small woman. She never seemed to work yet was home almost sporadically and was, generally, much less reliable than Hope's father. She was quiet and far from confrontational and mysterious and down-right weird, at most times. Their mother-daughter relationship was far from perfect or could even be considered solid, but Hope loved her all the same, for she was kind and gentle, and at her most intimate moments, she could invoke feelings of safety, warmth, and love in the young girl. But they were far and few between.

Unknown to all but the Goddess, Akajia, and Hope's own father, Lancel, the woman was one of the infamous Night Stalkers. Not terribly high on the Goddess' ladder of followers, she still held a veritable wealth of information and secrets. On the gangs of Sunberth, on the famous and infamous; though she kept all of it to herself, she was privy to far more than most would like.

It was an unfortunate coincidence that Lancel, the man she had fallen in love with, was a member of the Daggerhands. Their affair was passionate and tempestuous, meant to be more than a wild fling, until Hope's birth. As parents often are, they were smitten with the child, albeit in their own, broken ways. She was the only thing keeping them together, keeping Lancel coming home every night and her mother from drifting away into the shadows, as she often did.

Alas, it was doomed to fail. The two former lovers were too different, too separated in their agendas. The mother's manipulative and intelligence-gathering ways caused Lancel to become far more paranoid than any average mortal man, and their dance of love and hate, of secrets and mystery, culminated in Lancel's hands wrapped around the woman's throat. It took little effort for the large, strong man to squeeze the breath from the woman's lungs.

As these stories often end, it was an unfortunate bit of timing and bad luck that left Hope watching the murder through the dirty windows of their home. The girl felt her own heart tear as she watched her mother die in cold blood, the frenzied look in her father's furious eyes forever burned into her mind. She could do nothing but stand there as the man stood and, with little more than a brushing of his hands, left.

And she stood there, her heart drumming a sad, pitiful beat inside of her chest, for what seemed like days before she walked into her home and cried over her mother's lifeless form. The event was enough to effect anyone in a multitude of ways, and Hope turned to rage. Rage at her mother for not being strong enough to fight back, rage at herself for not being brave enough to try and help, and rage at her father for the blood on his hands.

A child with little more than the clothes on her back, her mother's dagger, and the secret stash of gold she'd found hidden among her father's sparse things, she left that home in search of some way to enact revenge on her father.

The opportunity presented itself in the form of the Night Eyes. Most everyone had heard of the infamous and mysterious gang that roamed the streets, the stories of their exploits and incredible jobs. Half of them seemed to grand to be true, but as it were, a gang was a gang and only a gang could hurt another gang.

Seeking them out through the use of the Riverside Dovecote, it wasn't long before she was contacted by none other than probably the most public Night Eye of them all, S'vantia. Hope took an almost immediate liking to the ageless woman, who issued Hope's task of stealing a simple silver ring from a rather rude man that had frequented the Simpering Seacow. It had been easy enough to steal from a drunken man, getting away with little more than a bruised forearm from his grip - a handsy drunk, but none the wiser.

Language

Fluent Language: Common

Skills

Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Escape Artist 10 SP 10 Novice
Intelligence 10 SP 10 Novice
Larceny 10 SP 10 Novice
Running 10 SP 10 Novice
Stealth 15 RB 15 Novice
Weapon (Dagger) 10 SP 10 Novice


Lores

Lore of Sunberth Street Layout
Lore of The Night Eyes

Possessions

1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
Scabbard, Dagger

Heirloom: A cold iron dagger. It is, for the most part, a nondescript dagger - straight-bladed, with a strong handle made of dark oak and a small crossguard.

Housing

Location: Sunberth

House: The Riverside Dovecote

Ledger

Purchase Cost Total
Starting +100 GM 100 GM
Scabbard, Dagger -2 GM 98 GM


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