Short explanation. This is for my character Marielle Beaumontaire. I have yet to do a profile on her, sorry. School. Anywho, here is a tiny bit of story to get a general feel for her. I hope it isn't too long. Also, she has a brother, Soren Shieldbreaker, who I do have a profile for just in case you get curious.
With an exhausted sigh Marielle places the letter she was reading down on her desk and rubs her eyes. Learning more about the people Soren had fallen in with was causing her undue stress. She sat quietly and slowly moved her hands from her eyes; letting the silence tune her mind to a serene state. She exhaled slowly and then reached for the device Damien had made her when she was a child. It was a tiny simple thing made only for the purpose of making one constant sound. She pulled back the lever with one finger and watched as the momentum of the action caused the lever to swing back and forth, hitting a thin sliver of metal. Marielle stared deeply into the blank wall in front of her as she absorbed the clicking emanating from the device.
Others had various methods of sorting through their minds. Some have a mental file system, some have mind palaces, but Marielle had a web. The sounds brought her mind out of the physical world and into her imagined one where a giant web spanned across the wall.
Threads were labeled with a specific person and connected to other branching threads. Some of branching threads were people, some were things, and others merely concepts, but they all embodied the strengths and weaknesses of the particular person on the main line. Zooming out on the view of the web, clusters of these “people†threads were formed together in intricate patterns and labeled further. Marielle imagined herself as a large spider, and moved away from one such cluster labeled Garlemald, over the one labeled Ul’dah, and rested on the one labeled Mythril Wings.
Working diligently, Marielle’s imagined body worked over that cluster, adding in the information she had just learned from the letter. When finished, she moved back to view her work. The bonds of the main three were as tight as ever, but the threads connecting the others were limp. This pleased her greatly; knowing that it wouldn’t take much to break them up once she took care of the main problem.
One thin spiny leg twanged the thread labeled Soren, and she gave a displeased click of her fangs. He needed to be removed from them and soon. As was the case when they were young, Soren had a way with people. Because of his nature he could quickly form strong bonds with the other members of the company, thereby strengthening Mythril Wings' weakness. This could foil her plans before she could even enact them.
Marielle’s strange imagined world dissipated with a brisk knock on the door behind her. She placed a hand on the device to silence the machine, and with perfect grace stood up and glided to an armchair near her desk.
“Come in.†She answered to the knock. The door opened and two duskwights came in dragging a third one whimpering between them. One of the guards closed the door behind them as they brought the man to the center of the room facing Marielle. The man in the middle did not look up from his spot on the floor, nor did he struggle to get free, but continued to whimper pitifully.
“Now now, there is nothing to be scared of, is there? You knew full well the consequences of your actions, so you /must/ have wanted this, correct?†She crossed her legs and then smoothed out her clothing with a quick gentle swipe of her hands. The man vigorously shook his head.
“N-no ma’am. ‘Twas only gettin’ ya the i-information like ya asked. P-Please ‘ave mercy on me ma’am! ‘Twas the only way! The only way!†The man continued to shake his head.
“But I made myself very clear when I hired you did I not?â€
“Y-yes ma’am! Ya said n-n-no illegal things. Only d-d-dip…â€
“Diplomacy. And why did I say that?â€
“So’s it won’t come back to ya, and ruin the image ya made. B-but ‘twas the only wa-“ She raised up a hand to cut the man’s speech off.
“And stealing is illegal. Especially since you stole from Ishgardian officials. This is a grave offense, though undoubtedly an impressive one. And the information was very useful.†She glanced up at the guards who were still holding the cowering man.
“His connection to me?†She asked.
“Any traces of his connection to you have been erased Madam. He also did not get caught, so it made our job easier.â€
“I see that is good. Then I will be merciful.†She smiled gently at the man, and he tentatively looked up at her. “I will let you choose your punishment. Ishgardian gaol, or rehabilitation with me?â€
The man began to shake violently with fear, his eyes frozen to her face. He soon looked away, and then quietly squeaked out, “Ishgard.â€
Marielle shrugged. “Why does no one pick rehabilitation? It utterly baffles me. Oh well.†She held out her hand.
“Clamps.â€
One of the guards let go of the man’s arm and went over to a small table on the opposite side of the room. The man on the floor still made no attempt to flee, but the color had drained out of his face.
“I expect the best out of the people I hire, you know. And I expect them to understand that the law must be upheld in most cases.†The guard came back with the clamps and placed them in her still outstretched hand.
“Tongue out.†The man obeyed her, but tears streamed down his face.
“Come now, there is no need to cry.†She placed the tool so that they pinched the man’s tongue. One of the guards drew his dagger.
“I need to make sure you can’t spill my secrets to Ishgard. And remember, you brought this on yourself. This is, afterall, justice.â€
With an exhausted sigh Marielle places the letter she was reading down on her desk and rubs her eyes. Learning more about the people Soren had fallen in with was causing her undue stress. She sat quietly and slowly moved her hands from her eyes; letting the silence tune her mind to a serene state. She exhaled slowly and then reached for the device Damien had made her when she was a child. It was a tiny simple thing made only for the purpose of making one constant sound. She pulled back the lever with one finger and watched as the momentum of the action caused the lever to swing back and forth, hitting a thin sliver of metal. Marielle stared deeply into the blank wall in front of her as she absorbed the clicking emanating from the device.
Others had various methods of sorting through their minds. Some have a mental file system, some have mind palaces, but Marielle had a web. The sounds brought her mind out of the physical world and into her imagined one where a giant web spanned across the wall.
Threads were labeled with a specific person and connected to other branching threads. Some of branching threads were people, some were things, and others merely concepts, but they all embodied the strengths and weaknesses of the particular person on the main line. Zooming out on the view of the web, clusters of these “people†threads were formed together in intricate patterns and labeled further. Marielle imagined herself as a large spider, and moved away from one such cluster labeled Garlemald, over the one labeled Ul’dah, and rested on the one labeled Mythril Wings.
Working diligently, Marielle’s imagined body worked over that cluster, adding in the information she had just learned from the letter. When finished, she moved back to view her work. The bonds of the main three were as tight as ever, but the threads connecting the others were limp. This pleased her greatly; knowing that it wouldn’t take much to break them up once she took care of the main problem.
One thin spiny leg twanged the thread labeled Soren, and she gave a displeased click of her fangs. He needed to be removed from them and soon. As was the case when they were young, Soren had a way with people. Because of his nature he could quickly form strong bonds with the other members of the company, thereby strengthening Mythril Wings' weakness. This could foil her plans before she could even enact them.
Marielle’s strange imagined world dissipated with a brisk knock on the door behind her. She placed a hand on the device to silence the machine, and with perfect grace stood up and glided to an armchair near her desk.
“Come in.†She answered to the knock. The door opened and two duskwights came in dragging a third one whimpering between them. One of the guards closed the door behind them as they brought the man to the center of the room facing Marielle. The man in the middle did not look up from his spot on the floor, nor did he struggle to get free, but continued to whimper pitifully.
“Now now, there is nothing to be scared of, is there? You knew full well the consequences of your actions, so you /must/ have wanted this, correct?†She crossed her legs and then smoothed out her clothing with a quick gentle swipe of her hands. The man vigorously shook his head.
“N-no ma’am. ‘Twas only gettin’ ya the i-information like ya asked. P-Please ‘ave mercy on me ma’am! ‘Twas the only way! The only way!†The man continued to shake his head.
“But I made myself very clear when I hired you did I not?â€
“Y-yes ma’am! Ya said n-n-no illegal things. Only d-d-dip…â€
“Diplomacy. And why did I say that?â€
“So’s it won’t come back to ya, and ruin the image ya made. B-but ‘twas the only wa-“ She raised up a hand to cut the man’s speech off.
“And stealing is illegal. Especially since you stole from Ishgardian officials. This is a grave offense, though undoubtedly an impressive one. And the information was very useful.†She glanced up at the guards who were still holding the cowering man.
“His connection to me?†She asked.
“Any traces of his connection to you have been erased Madam. He also did not get caught, so it made our job easier.â€
“I see that is good. Then I will be merciful.†She smiled gently at the man, and he tentatively looked up at her. “I will let you choose your punishment. Ishgardian gaol, or rehabilitation with me?â€
The man began to shake violently with fear, his eyes frozen to her face. He soon looked away, and then quietly squeaked out, “Ishgard.â€
Marielle shrugged. “Why does no one pick rehabilitation? It utterly baffles me. Oh well.†She held out her hand.
“Clamps.â€
One of the guards let go of the man’s arm and went over to a small table on the opposite side of the room. The man on the floor still made no attempt to flee, but the color had drained out of his face.
“I expect the best out of the people I hire, you know. And I expect them to understand that the law must be upheld in most cases.†The guard came back with the clamps and placed them in her still outstretched hand.
“Tongue out.†The man obeyed her, but tears streamed down his face.
“Come now, there is no need to cry.†She placed the tool so that they pinched the man’s tongue. One of the guards drew his dagger.
“I need to make sure you can’t spill my secrets to Ishgard. And remember, you brought this on yourself. This is, afterall, justice.â€
