Pandora stands an average 18 inches tall, is roughly around 13 pounds. Her features are sharp as all Windling faces are. Her eyes are a striking shade of green. Her hair is currently grey almost platinum. Her skin is pale, imitating the buildings in which she grew up in Travar. Her clothing and fashion sense are one of wearing fine brightly coloured robes, dresses and fancy clothing being the youngest daughter from a merchant family she’s used to finery. She feels most at home in fine clothes, and even when in her travelling garb it will be embroidered with some sort of design, or at the very least the family crest of the Applebalm (a bright green wreath of woven leaves and foliage with an hourglass of gold in the centre)
|AGE||35||DATE OF BIRTH||DD MM YYYY|
|HEIGHT||1′ 6″||WEIGHT||13 lbs|
|Standard Matrix [FREE]||1|
|Standard Matrix [FREE]||1|
|LANGUAGES||Dwarf (R/W & S)||1 + 1||Artisan: Embroidery||1|
|Windling (S)||1||Knowledge: Trade Routes||2|
Her father Johann runs a successful business within Travar, selling fine silks and other clothes to the tailors and haberdashery within the city and out of the city. Pandora has worked for the family business her entire life. Her older sibling holding higher positions within the company. While they have progressed within the company, her heart was never in it knowing deep down her destiny would be forged far from Travar.
On her 35th name day telling her parents Johann and Trasisha she would be leaving to forge her future out in the world of Barsaive and not follow her old brother and sister into the family business. Leaving behind her family knowing she wouldn’t be needed to help run the Applebalm emporium in Travar.
Having her roots in commerce and business, she left the homestead and the city to forge her own wealth. Living with the ideals installed in the young Windling from her business background trying to live every day by the family motto “Expect the best. Prepare for the worst. Capitalize on what comes”
Her family goals that have been burned into her have been about gaining wealth, she’s always looking to gain profit on every interaction. Whether that would be financial or personal. In her eyes every decision has the opportunity for profit and profit can be found in every part of life.
Under her robes she wears a necklace with a pendant of Chorrolis, which she kisses and gives a short pray to every morning without fail.
She wants to return to Travar one day after earning her riches to show her family. This is her main driving goal of going out into the world. She wants to create the legend of the youngest daughter of wealthy a family who’s returned with riches out shines even the richest families in all of Barsaive. She wants to elevate her familys status to that of being a well off family, to the family with greatest trade routes and the finest silks in all of Barsaive.
She’s never left Travar before, she’s naïve and blinded by the greed of her goals unknown to her is that the life of an adventurer is a hard path. Having to leave her golden spoon behind she’s underestimated what the name of Applebalm will do for her in the world. Which is roughly nothing. She will look down her nose at people and be shocked at the world past the city gates, forging her legend will be hard path.
Her father knowing she will need some skill to succeed in the world past the gates called in a favour with an illusionist that owed him a debt to train Pandora so she had Talents and Skills to offer the world as she goes to forge her legend.
Her mothers gift as she left the safety of the homestead in Travar, was passed down, being an old family treasure. Her mother had worn it, and now her daughter would wear it. A fine dress for all occasions. Whether meeting a lovely Windling on a first date, but equally as suitable for a business meeting. This fine green dress with a fine red pattern woven through it looks glamorous on all occasion.
After her initial training, Pandora has secured travel with a shipment of silks out of Travar. Which will lead her to centre Barsaive to begin to create the legend of Pandora Applebalm! Never before has the land of Barsaive seen such pompous self-entitled hero that will have to break down every fibre of her being before being reforged into one of the greatest legends the world has ever seen.
I take out my pendant of Chrollis, and some other coin, holding one in each of my hands and meditate. On tricking Chrollis with illusions to make him believe the coin is no longer copper but is in fact gold. Swapping the two disks in my hand and repeating the process. Until in my minds eye that the copper is in fact gold. Then without looking putting the coin back in my purse never knowing and never wanting to know if the copper had in fact turned to gold. A process I like to call Schrodinger’s Gold.