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Othelia 'Madame V' Valerius - Details

Born

07 July 1201

STR

9 (-1)

DEX

12 (1)

CON

11 (0)

INT

14 (2)

WIS

14 (2)

CHA

17 (3)

Acrobatics

1

Animal Handling

3

Arcana

2

Athletics

1

Deception

3

History

2

Insight

2

Intimidation

3

Investigation

2

Medicine

2

Nature

2

Perception

2

Performance

3

Persuasion

3

Religion

2

Sleight of Hand

1

Stealth

1

Survival

2

MAX HP

30

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Proprietor of The Crown and Scepter

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Merchant

AC

10

Age

48

Species

Human

Gender

Female


Backstory

Othelia Valerius, publically known as 'Madame V,' is the proprietor of The Crown and Scepter in the elite Dagger Hill district of Ironhold . Born to a minor noble family that collapsed under the economic weight of the post-Civil War reconstruction, Athelia's life has been defined by a series of quiet devastations—failed marriages, lost fortunes, and the erosion of her youthful idealism, which she refers to as her 'Graveyard of Personal Failures.'

Despite her cynical internal monologue, she maintains the persona of the boisterous and welcoming Madame V, creating an atmosphere of 'Cozy Chaos' for the bohemian elite. She purchased the establishment decades ago, drawn to it by a strange, subconscious pull. She discovered the secret of the basement—the 'Scepter,' a dormant Bukhara Spire Gateway—shortly after moving in. Rather than fleeing, she stayed, sensing that the leaking planar magic needed a warden. She enforces the 'Silver Only' policy not just for snobbery, but because silver acts as a weak conductor to ground the errant magical sparks the gateway emits.

She lives in constant fear that the new wave of adversaries rising in Coia will sense the gateway beneath her floorboards. She plays the role of the frivolous hostess, the 'Open Door' to Ironhold 's night life, to distract from the fact that she is sitting on a loaded gun pointed at the city's head.


Description

Athelia possesses a faded, tragic glamour, like a grand painting left out in the rain. She has voluminous auburn hair streaked with strands of iron-grey, often pinned up messily with copper hairsticks that show signs of verdigris. Her face is expressive, marked by laugh lines that don't quite reach her sorrowful hazel eyes. She dresses in layers of mismatched silks and velvets—finery from a bygone era—adorned with an excessive amount of jewelry. Notably, she wears bracelets of tarnished silver and hollow brass bells that chime with a discordant, mournful sound when she moves. Her hands are calloused, betraying the hard work hidden behind her performance of leisure.
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