Placidia

“I owe Tharizdun no more than the wildfire owes a stray match. It may have birthed me but it is a weak, pathetic, shriveled thing.”

Physical Description

Most often clad in a short black dress, high heeled boots, and a cloak worn dangling from the elbows, Placidia stands still, observant, and withdrawn. Two jagged, thornlike horns split a cascade of dark red hair spilling down to her knees, the hair lighting from beneath with an embers glow when she wields her magic. In battle Placidia wields a black staff cut through with pockmarks and glowing cracks. The air around her is spiced with pepper, hot iron, and ozone. Her pale skin is burning hot to the touch.

Personality

“Beautiful.”
-Spoken of a great many things

Placidia is a woman ever seeking to avoid contact, be that of bodies or eyes. There’s a stillness to her, less serenity than the forced restraint of something buried alive. On the good days an attentive and kind woman peeks through. On the bad days she’s barely there, sleep-walking through the gray of her own experiences. She seldom speaks of herself with any specificity but is full of questions about the lives and intentions of others. She finds passion and beauty in everything from the raw powers of the world to the humble work of the worms beneath the soil. Insults and deprecating comments seem to bounce off her ironclad skin.
This tame manner melts under the heat of battle. Conflict brings something savage out. Her fire burns hottest as the fray becomes more desperate, both literally and in the passion that shows on her face. To say she is inured to pain doesn’t do it justice. She’s disconnected from herself, damage to her body something regarded with scholarly interest rather than animal agony. She’s a wildfire happiest in the midst of destruction.

Reputation

Depending on who you ask, she’s either an odd but unremarkable young woman or a Tharizdun-touched doombringer. Most fall into the first camp. Placidia has done little to earn widespread attention. However, her distinct appearance makes it easy for those curious to gather a record of where she often goes; a frequent patron of the Swallows Pride, a student in the lecture halls of the Bellwether Anchor, learning to read at the Healsgood Cato Public School, and living at the Hearth and Samoka’s residence.
She has not claimed any legendary deeds. Yet.

Backstory

“I don’t wish to speak on the details of what happened.”

Bits and pieces of Placidia’s history slip out around people she’s comfortable with. When the dots are connected they form a loose map.
While she never knew her birth parents, she does know she was left at a temple to Helm in Waterdeep. She grew up there. Placidia does not speak fondly of those years. For a time she was groomed to join the priesthood, but this was delayed until she aged out of their charity. Instead she took to living with friends, other orphans and foundlings, entertaining in various ways to earn her share of the family coin. Within a few days of Less shearing her fated connection to Tharizdun, Placidia gained the selfsame powers.
Years later the church branded Placidia Heretic and Iconoclast due to events she has never described. Taking her family, she heeded an instinctual call and fled towards Vareholm. Somewhere along the way her friends were killed, leaving her in a deep depression that yet clung to her when she finally made it to Idriell's shores.
Here she learned the truth of her ties to Tharizdun with the aid of Guth-tú-nakash. Placidia also learned that her path is her own to choose. The decision of where it might lead has not yet been made.

Played by Haven

Alias: Placidilla (Ergoth), Placidy (Samoka), Placi (Gideon), Cidi (Herself)
Title: Heretic, Iconoclast
Class & Subclass: Sorcerer (Divine Soul)
Species: Tiefling
Pronouns: She/Her
Visual Age: Early Twenties
Current Residence: #Galloran's Hearth, Vareholm
Height: 5’8”
Skin: Fair, pale
Eyes: Purple (usually)
Alignment: “What are you, a cop?”