Berry
Berry a froncé et mâché sa lèvre dans une pensée nerveuse. D'une part, elle se sentait heureuse que, à l'heure actuelle, ils n'allaient pas se séparer, mais d'autre part, ils devaient maintenant décider de la marche à suivre.
Ce serait un bon endroit pour commencer. On pourrait l'utiliser comme une base d'opérations d'une sorte ou d'une autre. Et puis branchez-vous de là.
Elle a désespérément eu du mal à trouver ses amis. Elle voulait aller les charger et les sauver des horreurs qui déchirent la ville. Elle voulait faire quelque chose! Mais sa tête l'a gardée en place et un peu calme.
Pensez-vous que nous pourrions l'utiliser pour garder les gens que nous restaurons en sécurité aussi bien? Son esprit a alors commencé à réfléchir à combien il y en aurait. Au moins pour commencer avant qu'on puisse les déplacer plus en sécurité?
Là où l'endroit «plus sûr» serait Berry n'en avait aucune idée. Elle n'avait jamais été la meilleure à planifier les choses, même avant qu'elle soit vieille.
NAME: Beatrice “Berry” Bugh
ABSTRACT: Your dear old gran
DETAIL: Berry used to be a young traipse artist for Mungo’s ‘Travelling’ Circus and during the height of her fame people would say there wasn’t a street in the upper districts that Berry hadn’t walked over. In fact, during the current Queen’s Coronation she had been asked to perform, and had astounded the crowds below traversing from the highest spire of the Queens Spire to one of the Academy’s, without a safety net or lines in place.
But of course, as with everything, Berry got old. Her joints didn’t move quite as smoothly as they used to and the old wounds from several nasty falls over her career began to play up and he was reluctantly forced to retire.
Since then she’s led a somewhat less-than-exciting life living in a small apartment in the lower residential area over a small shop. While Berry has tried her best not to become the typical ‘old woman who’s not quite all there’ quite frankly she does have some difficulty operating some of this new-fangled technology.
APPEARANCE: A dear little thing who is surprisingly a lot quicker than she looks. Berry likes to keep her hair tied up in a neat little bun atop her head and maybe a small bit of blusher on her cheeks to help bring out her green eyes on her days out. Other than that she dresses plain and simple settling more for comfort than looks, with a warm cardigan and tasteful flats.
MAGICAL INVENTORY:
She knows a sigil that can be used on doors to keep them from opening, unless the door itself is broken of course.
Another is embroidered onto an old piece of leather, back from her days performing, that sticks to wherever its applied to on the body and reduces any swelling and pain in the area.
NORMAL THINGS:
Keys, money, cards, phone, and other such things in her stylish handbag