 About Dareia Aristedel ElpisName: Dareia Aristedel Elpis
Fine cover identity: Paperwork, planted stories and rumors, and false relationships sufficient to pass as a different person. [0 load]
-------------------- STORY -------------------- I, Dareia Aristedel Elpis, was born with a different name, one much more drab, pedestrian, and male. A name must fit whoever wears it, so I came up with a better one. My parents were cow farmers, though one could be forgiven for thinking them child farmers considering I was the third youngest of 10. Everything about the lifestyle pricked at me, and I did everything I could to ensure that I never did honest work unless forced into it. I learned instead how to nudge people, mostly my family, in the directions I needed them to go. It was very easy to let myself get lost in the throng. Happiness never reached me there, though. How could I be constrained to a world of shoveling cow dung and waking before dawn? What time I had left after days of toil getting others to do my toil I spent dreaming of the city, often stealing away to the nearby noble estates to lurk and observe. My family would caution me of the bad criminals, the worse nobles, and those dreadful queers wandering the streets in broad view and I thought that all sounded rather smashing. I had luckily already been planning and saving for my getaway when I was 18 and my parents caught me in dress and petticoat one too many times. Saying to hell with it, I took that dress and petticoat and what little I owned and ran off to Duskwall and never looked back. The last words my father ever said to me were “You’re no son of mine!” and it was the first time I agreed with him. The last words my mother ever said to me were “At least take off the dress!” The city was just as my parents described it, to my delight, and while it was most certainly rough starting out, I have always been one to rise to the challenge. I was quite good at forgery already, and I had been watching the nobles and their etiquette from afar for years. Lady Adelaide Phroiag was an absolute doll to me, even after finding out I was not actually a distant relation who was sent to stay with her. She threw a lamp at me and threatened to throw me to the bluecoats, but we smoothed it over quickly, and she eventually set me up with The Dusk Mites (dreadful name, I know) and got us our first job. I have a good feeling about this crew, and one of the few lessons I picked up from the farm was the value of cooperation. As long as they return my loyalty in-turn, I plan to let them hitch their stars to mine as I rise. After all, I need people around to witness my brilliance. -------------------- COIN & STASH -------------------- -------------------- EXPERIENCE TRIGGERS -------------------- Every time you roll a desperate action, mark xp in that action's attribute.
Personality:
Dareia is as pretentious, uppity, vain, and prissy as a woman of her desired station, and her ambitions are for no less than the top. People often assume she must be an out-of-luck impoverished patrician by her attitude and presentation alone. Nevertheless, she is too much of a romantic to be a properly ruthless social climber. In fact, she considers ruthlessness a crutch to the stupid and inelegant. Fortunately for her, she is smart enough to put her opinion to the proof. There is simply no point in rising to the top if she cannot sleep well with herself. She loves a good nap. She believes in decorum, manners, propriety and never lowering oneself to lowest common denominator. She holds herself to such high standards, and encourages those she aligns with to also hold to them, but she does not begrudge those that dismiss her, nor does she hold any animus towards the lower classes as a whole. She maintains an effortless positivity and takes an earnest joy in people of all walks of life, which helps to endear her even to man to many people who find her otherwise insufferable. She is particularly loyal to friends and will value their success just as highly as her own. She is just as happy to drag others along with her on her rise. |
