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Chrysanthemum Ostander

The Dreamer

Duchess Chrysanthemum Ostandar

Chrysanthemum was a curious girl from a sparse farming village near the Greer’s Woods. Raised by her well-meaning parents, Logan and Susan, along with her mischievous little brother, Conan, Chrysanthemum began to feel like she needed something more to herself than the simple farm-girl life her father wished for her. Growing up on that farm, she longed for the city life of Illivan or Roue d’or. She wished most to learn to use magic at the Triskelion, a grand magic academy in Roue d’or. On her 14th birthday, Chrysanthemum was permitted to go into Greer’s Woods alone, her parents deciding that she was old enough to go on her expeditions. At least to say, Chrysanthemum was ecstatic at the opportunity to have time to herself.   One day, while she was foraging in the woods, Chrysanthemum came across a wild dog. While she’s not one to shy away from animals, she felt something was wrong with this one. As the hound wandered closer to Chrysanthemum, she finally noticed its foaming maw. Attempting to avoid the rabid dog, she tried to move between some trees to hide but ended on the ground, tripped by tree roots. Alerted to the girl, the dog charged. Chrysanthemum struggled to get off the ground, and as the hound drew nearer, she threw out her hands. A force welled inside her, culminating in her fear and will to live; suddenly, a burst sprung forth from her. The dog whelped as something splashed upon its body, covering it in burns as it began to flee. Chrysanthemum was in awe; she didn’t know how, but she had just performed magic. Her hopes and dreams had seemingly been answered in one terrible moment. As she rushed home, she remembered her father’s extreme distaste for magic and began to feel that perhaps she should keep the day’s events to herself, or else she may never be allowed to leave the farm again. Regardless, she took up her father’s bow and learned to protect herself.   Two years pass, and Chrysanthemum’s experiences with magic are few and fleeting. Items out of reach would fly into her hands, or doors would close with a thought. However, Chrysanthemum tried, but she couldn’t replicate these events on demand. While wandering through the woods one winter, Chrysanthemum began to follow some unusual rabbit tracks. She followed them deep into the woods and found herself in a clearing she had never seen before. A meadow of beautiful flowers was before her, and in the center was a woman dressed wholly in white. The woman was looking at Chrysanthemum and beckoned her closer with a gesture to which Chrysanthemum obliged. “What is your name, girl?”, the woman asked. Chrysanthemum shared her name and the woman followed, “I see a spark in you, Chrysanthemum. Tell me, have you ever wished to learn magic?” Chrysanthemum flushed with excitement that she failed to hide. She explained to the woman her brief magical outbursts and the woman smiled. “I could teach you to control your magic and bring out your potential. Would you like to come with me?”   Thus Chrysanthemum began to sneak off to the lady of the woods to learn how to bring out her magic. The woman told Chrysanthemum to never reveal where she was after visiting her teacher and would often give her rabbits or wild herbs to give to her family to convince them of her sincerity. Chrysanthemum is now nearing her 18th birthday and has been visiting the white woman for some time. She begged to her parents to let her leave the farmstead and let her find her way, but they were reluctant to her pleas. They tell her that they need her to watch over her brother until he a little older, and that if she could just stay on the farm a few more seasons they could be prepared to run the farm without her. But Chrysanthemum is growing weary of her family and wants to spend more and more time with the lady of the woods. If only her family wouldn’t hold her back. If only she didn’t need to look after her little brother…

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Constant physical activity keeps her fit. Her unusual heritage grants her exponential strength.

Body Features

Pale skin, waist length hair

Identifying Characteristics

Hidden third eye on forehead

Special abilities

Sorceress, Hag magic

Mental characteristics

Gender Identity

Female

Education

Hag tutoring

Mental Trauma

Lied to about her origins, instrumental to her parent's deaths

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

To master her magic and keep the world a safe place for her little brother.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Exceptionally skilled at espionage

Virtues & Personality perks

Kind, optimist

Vices & Personality flaws

Naive

Social

Contacts & Relations

Ambrose Francois, Karladron Hart, Soala'Sar

Family Ties

Logan Ostandar (Father), Agatha (Mother), Josephine Ostandar (Older Sister) Conan Ostandar (Younger Brother), Susan Ostandar (Step-mother), Evelyn (Aunt), Lillith (Aunt), Ambrose Francois (Uncle), Genevieve Boutonniere "Boot" Francois (Cousin)

Wealth & Financial state

Raised by a poor farming family, she now has access to the Rosaran treasury funds.
"You're from the Triskelion aren't you? I saw your ring when you spoke to the others." She shifts her weight causing her long, brunette braid to fall and reveal a bow carried on her back. "My name is Chrysanthemum. Great to meet you. I've always wanted to go to the Academy, what's it like?" Her tremulous greetings string together without breathing, "Are you a Wizard? Can you shoot fire? Can you..."
  Session #8: The Mines of Greyditch
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Duchess of Rosara
Year of Birth
793 ER 37 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Deception
Birthplace
Unknown, formerly believed to be Greer's Woods
Parents
Parents (Adopting)
Children
Current Residence
Rosara Palace
Gender
Female
Eyes
Brown, Three
Hair
Long Brown, Braided
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5' 7"
Weight
140 lb
Known Languages
Mirisian (common), Elven (Soala dialect)


Cover image: by Midjourney

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