[Human] Marie St. Claire

Marie St. Claire
The Merchant of Death


General

Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Arms Merchant

Personal

Appearance

Marie stands at a height of about 5' 8", being neither tall or short, but somewhere in the middle. She has short hair colored a mix of light red and dark crimson with a long reaching ponytail, orange roses tied into it. She has eyes of silver that seem to hold a hollowed look that most would say makes them look dead. Yet despite this, there is always a grin plastered on her face. Marie also has pale skin due to how she was raised indoors, but has gained some color from her traveling that's somewhat noticeable. She wears a silk dress of black and white, accompanied by red traveling boots and a crimson hooded cloak with a bushel of black feathers woven in. Finally, she wears a black belt with a silver rose belt buckle and a silver cross inlaid with scarlet coloration as a necklace and clasp for her cloak.

Personality

Once, Marie St. Claire was a very different person. But now that certain events have come to pass, she holds a different sort of personality than the once she once did. Marie St. Claire is ever smiling and puts on a cheerful tone, but a close look in her eyes and you can see how dead her spirit truly is. Though charming and certainly convincing in words, just how much Marie ever truly means them is a bit of a mystery. Quite honest though, she rarely lies and actually finds it quite detestable. However, she is not beyond leaving a gap of details that may give one an incorrect impression. After all, that's their mistake for misinterpreting her.

Nonetheless, the young woman is a very organized and intelligent person. She has a great head for numbers and when it comes to business, she is quite cunning. Often this can lead to her being perhaps overbearing in selling her wares however and she has a very selfish sort of reason for wanting people to buy her weapons, even if they are at dirt cheap prices despite being high quality goods. In truth, Marie St. Claire hates fighting in all it's forms and wishes no less than the death of every last individual that would pick up a weapon and fight, regardless of rhyme or reason. In this regard, the twisted interior of Marie St. Claire has at last come to surface.

History

The story of Marie St. Claire, quite simply put, is a rather unfortunate and sad one. It was not simple bullying or hatred of mommy or daddy for keeping her indoors when she wished to go outside. It was not jealousy or pride that drove her to the dark depths that exist inside of the Merchant of Death. No, it was a tremendous loss that drove her to become the person she is today. It was loss that killed her spirit and coated her dreams in blood forevermore. It was loss that made the Merchant of Death wish to see every last person that picked up a weapon die in horrible ways. Even herself.

The tragic event begins with a casual day at her merchant father's abode. A well to do man of noble stock and "old money" advantages, he was left quite a tidy sum to start his future mercantile business. In time it led to an expansive network of traders, suppliers, and so on. And it led him to the love of his life as well, the woman who would become Marie's mother. The two loved each other greatly and in time along came Marie herself as a product of that love. She was raised happily in the merchant's home and the day looked to be another casual one of study and training to one day takeover her father's business empire. However, it would turn out to be anything but.

A bandit group in the region had been hired by a rival merchant to assault Marie's home. And assault they did, but they did more than that as well. They stole and they killed. Marie was the only survivor of the tragic events, but what scarred her more than anything was a realization that would set in later during the nightmarish memories of that day. The bandits had been wielding weapons that bore the mark of her father's mercantile business. It broke her in a fundamental and horrific way. Marie St. Claire stopped caring about business that involved fanciful dresses, exotic teas, or other such things. She began to care only about one thing. Eventually everything was sorted out in a legal manner and the business empire was officially in her hands.

Marie sold out all of her other businesses barring one, the creation and selling of weapons. She decided to become what the world wanted. A dealer of death who sold to anyone at all, from the lowliest of bandits to the highest of lords. Everyone was equal in gold and bought into the cheap prices of her fine arms. And in time, these lowly thugs and highborn brutes would collide. They would fight, they would die. And it suited her just fine. Marie St. Claire, the Merchant of Death sells her goods to all. For those who wish to fight will always find her and then they will buy her weapons. And they would all die at some point or another, hopefully by each others' hands.

Extra

Other Information

-Sometimes speaks a short prayer of sorts to the Heroes of Old to bless her weapons. She asks that her bows' arrows always find their marks, her swords always pierce through defenses, and her maces to crush with all the weight they possibly can.
-Carries around a scythe with a crimson blade that is rumored to be coated in the blood of those who've welched out on deals with her. The authenticity of these rumors is debatable and when asked, Marie merely gives her trademark grin in response.
-Sometimes gets called Death itself given her hooded cloak and the scythe that she totes around. All told, she finds the remark rather amusing.

OOC Name

Witch

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