Sibyl

Information

Player: Rigley

Character Full Name: Sibyl Ashcraft

Character In-Game Name: Sibyl

Nickname(s): Sibby, Chimbly

Association(s): n/a

Race: Gnome

Class: Mage

Age: 51

Sex: Female

Hair: Pale blonde. Appears to be ashy gray most of the time due to the coat of soot often on her head. Her hair is cut very short.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 37lbs

Height: 3'1”

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: She wears what looks to be the remains of some formerly well-made dress clothes. A button up white shirt, patched, singed, ripped, and missing most of its buttons, a pair of suspenders barely hooking together, and a pair of pants which don't even fully fall to the feet. This is effectively her only set of clothing, and much of it is often blackened with soot.

Other: Seems to be perpetually spotted with soot. She usually holds a cigarette in hand, and has a slight cough. She has mildly pale skin, though she often looks much darker due to all of the ash. It may or may not be possible to fully clean her off, since she's a dedicated worker and will end up nearly the same by the end of the day. Generally smells somewhat like smoke, not surprising due to her general task of climbing chimneys.

Personality

Alignment: True Neutral

They say some are born leaders. If so, Sibyl was born the exact opposite. Though a ruffian and an opportunist, Sibyl is more of a minion than a schemer. She's quick to hide behind what she perceives to be a stronger power, and when threatened is certainly more cowardly than any outward appearance will let on. She's a suck up, a lapdog, a yesman, and she's more than proud to admit that. She believes in strength in numbers, and while she's opportunistic she's never so to the point of being traitorous.

Sibyl favors substance over style. She has little sense of personal honor, willing to hide, steal, backstab, and run as long as it means survival. She lacks a good deal of social grace, often coming off as a bit brash or curt with those she isn't paying lip service to. She can also be a bit scrappy with others, but as soon as one displays strength above her own she'll quickly quell her attitude. She also has little concept of personal space (of which being wedged into chimneys does not aid) and is prone to gather gossip.

History

Sibyl was born in Gnomeregan, the single child to a pair of impoverished scrap and salvage workers. Though they didn't have the comforts of the wealthy, they at least had food to fill them and a home to call their own. From youth, Sibyl was raised with the hope that she would be able to make something better of herself; and indeed, when she came of age she came to take an interest in the arcane. From a young age Sibyl was captivated with spellcrafting. She began learning from one of the magi in the city, and though she was no natural with the craft, she had an intense will to learn. Gradually she mastered the first simple creations of fire, frost, and arcane; simple sparks and bolts of evocation-- nothing of grand accomplishment, though she herself found it entrancing.

Unfortunately, while all was going well for her the opposite could be said of her family. Paying for her instruction was all but devouring what meager income the pair could gain from their business. They began selling to stranger and stranger clients; and after a deal went poorly with some dwarven workers Sibyl entered her home to find her father being threatened by one of the affluent foremen from the dig sites around Dun Morogh. Thinking her father was in actual danger she ran forward and summoned up what magic she could first bring to mind-- and in a moment the foreman was rushing out with a howl, smoke and flame rising up from his braided hair and cloak, a slew of curses echoing out from behind him.

To her surprise, her father was far from pleased. Sibyl found herself practically chased into her room, keeping locked inside as she heard her father getting questioned by angry peacekeepers who had been alerted by the seared dwarf. Unfortunately, the wealthier dwarf was more than capable of repaying the offense; by the next day most of the city had heard, and when she came to her instructor she found him unwilling to teach her-- after all, he had already seen what she had done with what minor magic she had been taught. He didn't plan on giving her anything more if she was to be irresponsible. For Sibyl, her whole life had changed overnight; she was no longer the quiet little apprentice that she had been known as before, but as a menace.

It wasn't just the public; at home, things became even rougher. Her parent's business seemed to draw less and less people; what little money they had became tighter and tighter. Despite her young age, Sibyl understood enough-- and to her, it was all her fault.

In the dead of night Sibyl left her home, and made her way up and into the snowy fields of Dun Morogh. The travel seemed great, and perilous; she had only been outside of Gnomeregan sparingly in the past. In the night she felt as if every twisting shadow was a beast about to pounce her. While she made her way down most of the path to Ironforge without trouble, in the end she found herself running through the dark trail, reaching the end with tears steaming down her face. Mountaineers quickly ran to the young girl's aid, at first fearing she was injured, or being pursued. When she finally calmed down she found herself barraged with questions-- Where she had come from and who's home she belonged to, namely. To their apprehension they allowed her passage up the mountain-- she told them she resided in Ironforge with a visiting family for the time, and could find her way from here.

Sibyl never returned to Gnomeregan. From Ironforge she began to travel northwards, wary of the word of approaching war. She managed to board a dwarven caravan heading for Alterac, and on her way began to practice her magical craft. Unfortunately, she was slightly out of practice-- the best she could produce was flame. Though she later recalled the other spells she had been taught, for the most part she began to excel with fire magic, creating spells largely unstable and erratic in nature. By the time they arrived in Alterac she was actually considered a boon to the traveling party, able to keep them warm with roaring bonfires.

She remained with the convoy for a few months, actually coming of age during their travels. The life was rough, but it had a certain amount of freedom that appealed to her. When at last her band of travelers dispersed she found herself traveling around alone for some time. Without her allies about to aid her she often found herself hungry at night, and over time resembled more a beggar than a traveler. She made her way into the human kingdom of Lordaeron, and began to eek out a living with odd jobs and other such work. The poor lifestyle made her something of a cynic-- disillusioned with how quickly her life had run from idle travel to menial labor to scrape out a living.

Labor around the human kingdoms had caught her ear to a path of opportunity, however. She had heard talk of nobility, specifically that of the Gilnean lands in Silverpine. Interested in finding a more steady source of income she followed this lead, and soon was pledging her service and efforts under a noble house by the name of Briarthorn-- specifically as a cleaning aid and a chimney-sweep. She spent quite a while within the nation of Gilneas while under their employ; she found the steady work and environment comfortable, and the benefits of serving nobility were hardly lost on her.

She developed a certain kind of attitude with the wealthy while under their employ; she was eager to please, and quickly realized when there was a time to voice her opinion and when to simply echo that of her masters. Some of the more disgruntled servants called her words like 'yesman', to which she was fairly comfortable with assuming the title. In between the various jobs she did about the city and her main stint as service about the Briarthorn manor, and actually found herself taking on many of the mannerisms of the people of the area. Partly to blend in slightly, for as little good as that would serve.

Of course, nothing good seems to last forever. Roughly a month prior to the closing of the Greymane wall Sibyl was sent away to Stormwind to deliver a missive to some foreign contacts; while her masters anticipated that she would return in time, the gates closed sooner than any had come to expect. By the time Sibyl returned the wall was locked shut, and there was nothing but stragglers at its threshold, pleading out for entry back into their homeland.

The woman was livid. After expending some fruitless bolts of fire against the side of the wall she quickly began to make her way out from Lordaeron, as news spread of the undead scourge spreading to the east. Thankfully she evaded the brunt of the horrors which unfolded within the land, only skirting by small units of undead and evading their pursuit. After the destruction of Dalaran she simply gave up on the northern lands, fleeing for safety across the Thandol Span.

From here her history becomes a blur. One odd job cleaning an inn, another sweeping out chimneys. Nothing steady, and nothing that paid nearly as well. In time her Gilnean attire was deteriorated into rags, patches wholly skinned away from climbing chimneys and others just singed to black by her spellcraft. She had gone from being a somewhat respectable servant to a street rat in weeks, having most of her possessions stuck behind the wall and a rapidly diminishing wallet.

She had no involvement in the wars in Outland, or in Northrend; they didn't concern her in the least, and as the world went to war time and time again she continued to wander up and down the alleys of Stormwind and its neighboring villages with her broom and brush, seeking some form of employment or a handout from a generous passerby.

At current she's found some employment within the noble house of Trevelyan; only time will tell how this new post will pan out.

Skills and Abilities

Sibyl is a pyromancer, and at times that seems to be literally her only known field of spells. Everything but fire is a large guess for her; being a hedge wizard spells not in common practice of her are very erratic. Strangely, she does have a few miscellanea in her arsenal that would normally be in the domain of arcane, such as some spells which might fall under a school of illusion; but even they seem to have some sort of flame-based attribute to them.

-Pyromancer: Adept in fire spells. Almost exclusively so. ---Smokescreen: Fires out a cloud of ash and smoke to attempt to blind a foe. ---Flare: Blink that creates a small blast of fire and smoke in its wake. Meant to catch pursuers on fire or blind them. ---Improvised Wand: Uses a broken Gilnean pistol as a wand. Fires bolts of flame from it rather than bullets.

Hedge Wizard: She simply has no grasp on most other spheres of magic. While she can -attempt- to replicate effects of other spells (such as slow fall), there's a good chance that they don't work as intended.