Basic Information Name: Ms. Maria Peregrine
Preferred Name: Mary
Age: 20
Gender: female
Occupation: A former dairy maid in a small town just north of Palisade, now a wanderer making a living how she can.
Chosen of: Nuala
Appearance
Apparent Age: Late teens, early twenties
Height: On the tall side of average
Weight: Lean
Build: Wiry
Skin Color: Fair but tanned
Eye Color: Cool gray
Hair Style: Utilitarian, but long. Generally kept in a braid or otherwise tied away from her face, occasionally twisted up with a stick to keep it in place. Never fussy.
Hair Color: Deep, rich brown
Fashion: Threadbare and functional
Personality
Base Alignment: True neutral
Personality description:
Tough, resourceful, and unsentimental, Maria has learned that the world is a capricious and uncaring place. Some would describe her as being 'bitter.'
Abilities and Powers
Chosen, so no powers. She grew up on a farm so she's a Jill-of-all-Trades so to speak- she knows a little about a lot of things, and more than a citydweller about the rhythm of the seasons and the ways of animals.
Brief Biography:
In the small settlement where she grew up, barely a wide spot in the road, Maria was a popular girl for her sweet temperament and kind nature. She grew up, fell in love, and was to be wed.
In preparation for the wedding, her fiancee took extra work to help pay for the celebration afterwards, wanting to be sure it was special for his beloved. He took a dangerous job along the northern road, though she begged him not to, and never returned home. His body, along with the rest of the caravan, was found a few days later- some of the victims of the recent wolf attacks.
Despondent, Maria lapsed into a deep depression, barely eating or speaking to anyone. Eventually, when her own spark had nearly extinguished itself, a new urge blossomed: To go into the Wardwood. Lacking the energy to care, she went- and found a new purpose when she plucked Nuala's totem from the tree. The statue's eyes were closed, a curious fact she only noticed in passing, and a drop of her blood from a thorn-pricked finger fell on the statue's shoulder, staining it bright red. The color should have faded, but it didn't.
Her fascination with the totem gave her renewed energy, and later caring for the blind fawn that emerged became her new purpose. Still, the memories of the old life that almost was were too painful, and she left her hometown to wander.
Friends:
Family: All of her kin live in her hometown, along with former friends and enemies, but she has no intention of returning.
Enemies: Also TBA
