Poppy

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Player: BeepBoop

Character Full Name: Penelope Durendal

Character In-Game Name: Poppy

Nickname(s): Poppy

Association(s): Contract, currently Azeroth Postal Service

Race: Forsaken

Class: Sorceress

Skills and Abilities: Poppy, being a victim of mindrot, suffers from debilitating anxiety. When her nerves become too strung up, her conscious mind shuts down and she falls "asleep", maintaining her same position but teleports wildly around the immediate area. She tends to stay within a few meters of her starting point but if she becomes aware of immediate danger, the teleport distance may increase significantly and leave behind a portal to the destination.

She doesn't remember anything that happens during this state of mind and isn't aware of her ability to teleport.

Age: 23 at death, raised at 34, currently 37

Sex: Female

Hair: Naturally brown, rotted green

Eyes: Solid copper, but still functional.

Weight: 96 lbs

Height: 5'5'

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Contract uniform, currently Postal uniform

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

An addled woman riddled with dementia and anxiety onset by her mindrot, Poppy doesn't let negativity affect her optimism and willingness to please others, she just lets the good times roll. Her stress and anxiety sometimes causing her to shut down and bring forth her latent teleportation sorcery. Poppy is convinced that wearing a mask of another person's face will have others fully believe that she is that person, she serves her contracts under the pretense of a master of disguise, able to fit into any group of people.

History

Not much could be said for the poor girl, a simple farmhand living a simple life, tending to simple farm animals, and eating simple foods all within the simple farm in Silverpine. She was content, in her earlier years, sticking to her business. As she grew older - as is not uncommon - she began to develop an itch of wanderlust. She wanted more than her limited tunnel of life, she wanted to see the world, she wanted to explore, climb the hills of Arathi, drink in the mountains of Dun Morogh, study in the halls of Dalaran, do... whatever it is those elves do to the north.

Her dreams were cut short, decimated, slowly and cruelly when the plague hit the roads. Death and madness and carnage everywhere. Luckily, the farm Penelope had been tied to was one of the last to ship in hay. Unluckily, it was one of the first to be overrun by the newly risen. Narrowly escaping the relentless undead swarm, she escaped to her little hide-y hole, taking shelter in what was once a mine in the north-west corner of Silverpine.

She lasted a few days before the skittering noises alerted her to the other residents of her new hideout. The spiders nearly got her before she could begin to run, but a blink of her eyes later and she was across the cavern, her entire body - save for her left upper arm and her right foot - stuck in a copper deposit rooted into the ceiling, the rest of the cave upside-down. Darkness enveloped her world before she could think about what had happened.

She awoke to a new sight: the mouth of the same cavern but in an aged forest, a masked angel before her telling Penelope that she had died. Penelope didn't know what to do. Tasting copper in her mouth and feeling traces of it still in her bones, she followed the angel's guiding words to an entire city of people like her, as well as kinds she'd never seen before. Orcs and trolls that she'd only heard of from veterans. Large, cow-like creatures. Elves that just felt... off. Tiny, half-sized orcs - goblins apparently. Overwhelmed, she took the first zeppelin - a creation that astounded and amazed her - to Stranglethorn Vale, home to goblins that she'd been told would give her an opportunity to see the world.

Poppy drafted a contract that would give its owner full rights to whatever service they asked of her in exchange for free access to transportation, with the condition that she could refuse less savory requests.

The contract is currently in the filing cabinet of whoever owns the Azeroth Postal Service.