Name: Captain Jane Watson of the Somnium Field Medicine and Alchemy Corps
Health(All characters begin with base 5): 5
Fable: Sherlock Holmes
Profession: Doctor, Alchemist, Soldier
Strength(Strength of arms and bodily power) +5
Spirit(Willpower and magical effectiveness) +3
Intellect(Skills that require a nimble mind and quick thinking, or that of a scholar) +4
Charisma(Force of presence, to inspire or to damn) +2
Bio: Jane Watson was born and raised in the heart of Somnium's capital to a relatively well to do family. Her mother ran an apothecary and surgery that catered to the noble families that made their home there, and her father was a sergeant in the Somnium military. While they were never rich themselves, they certainly lived comfortably. Jane herself was a bright and inquisitive tomboy who took to her school work and mother's lessons with a zeal that would have made it quite obvious that she intended to follow in mom's profession... at least, if it wasn't for all the fights. While Jane liked to consider herself rather level headed even at a young age, she was never one to stand by when someone else was being bullied or picked on, and more than one of her school mates learned the hard way that she'd been watching her father train just as often as she hit the books. And that the school's ruffly uniforms were hiding some
serious biceps. She loved her dad's stories. Every time he came home from his station, he'd regale her with tales of pitched battles and the heroic valor of his fellow soldiers and leaders. Perhaps it was the fact that they were edited for her young ears that she became so enamored with the life of a soldier and the heroics seemingly intertwined with it.
Despite that, she still went on to university to study medicine. As much fun and excitement she might have gleaned out of beating the snot out of snobs and bullies, there were other ways to save people besides violence. A desire for puzzle solving and critical thinking that just couldn't be found in sword work and fist fights was still just as present in her teens as it was when she was a child, and she studied long and hard to learn the ins and outs of the complex and intertwined systems that made the human body function. What sort of wounds could be treated with magic and potions, and what ones were better off being left to the mundane and physical techniques the science guild was always improving upon. She acclimated well to university life (Some of her friends would say too well), enjoying the mental stress, the occasional fencing tournaments, and if she was being honest with herself, the occasional drunken nonsense of a party that in any world or time only students of a certain age could achieve. It was here that Jane discovered alchemy, the amalgam of formulas, chemistry, and magic that created the strange, wonderful, and sometimes disgusting concoctions called extracts and mutagens. It was a science she took to almost instantly, delighted to have something that could be used so swiftly and potently given what she aimed to do with her life when she graduated. When that day did come, it was not to a peaceful life in one of the guilds or with her own practice that she availed herself to. Instead, she signed up for the Somnium military, and was assigned to the ranks of the Somnium Field Medicine and Alchemy Corps.
Jane served her country well for those few short years, distinguishing herself both in combat and field alchemy to save the lives of her fellow soldiers in the border skirmishes with the underdark slavers that plied their vile trade near the town she had been stationed. She learned how to apply her alchemical skills to more than just healing potions and draughts, and found out how different a bout with a training instructor was from a battle to the death with a drider. She took her first life and the guilt that came with it, but fought through it to become stronger than before, hardened and prepared to spend her life standing against the forces of the deep and dark that were ever present even in these times of peace
But one fateful night, that all changed. When Jane looked back on it later, it was clear they should have been more prepared. The attacks had started to increase from once every few months to three in that month alone, only to cease entirely for the month after. Her superiors had assumed that the drow had given up and moved on to easier prey for their hunting parties, and it was an attitude that slowly wormed down the ranks like a toxin. Watches started to become more lax, and training days ended with less sweat and more roughhousing and gambling. Which all made it that much worse when the drow proved her superiors very,
very wrong. The 'raiding party' that hit that night was more akin to a small army. It seemed the Matrons had tired of human stubbornness, and intended to teach Somnium a violent and painful lesson; stopping the drow from taking what they wanted, where they wanted, would only end in destruction and debauchery. Sword and spell clashed together in a violent chorus, a bloodbath that clearly favored the darker forces that had caught their foes unaware and were bolstered by the inhuman monsters peppering their ranks. Yet Jane fought valiantly and with
everything she had despite that. viscious and explosive concoctions were hurled from her belt one moment, and the next a carefully applied salve would stop her fellow soldier from bleeding out. More than one drow met their end on the edge of her sword, and for a moment in time it started to look as if this was the sort of performance that would go down in legend, a bloody and brave dance that only came about in stories. A soldier genuinely turning the tide of an impossible fight by themselves.
That was when the crossbow bolt hit.
It was an errant shot not even meant for her, but it dug deep and far into her shoulder. The wicked and barbed head burrowed into bone and was coated with the poison drow favored. She'd seen the affects herself many a time, and with a frustrated snarl turned to fall back as far as she could before the sleep overtook her. In her dazed retreat another bolt found her back, and when she finally reached safety well behind their lines she collapsed to the ground with a quiet whimper. Her night of battle did not go down in stories and rumor, because those sort of things only happened when you won; the drow ravaged the town and razed it to cinders. By the time reinforcements from the capitol finally arrived to bolster the regiment, all that was left to find were corpses and ashes, any living survivors dragged screaming and terrified into the dark below.
That was months ago, during which Jane was sent back home to Somnium in an effort to speed her recovery. The wounds were gone, but something else in that dark and blood drenched night had affected her mind. Her leg refused to believe it didn't still have the limp the poison had given it, and the occasional tremor still rushed through her body. She was forced to return home to her parents, temporarily discharged. It drove her
mad. After years of combat and excitement, being stuck in her mother's office was almost hell for Jane. Stuck treating mundane and boring illnesses and wounds borne of clumsiness rather than violence most oft, she finally begged her superiors to allow her to return to active duty. Eventually they relented, as unhappy with the loss of an effective soldier as Jane was with being benched, and assigned Jane to join the accompaniment that would be going with the Somnium nobility to Arendelle. A supposedly simple and easy job to ease her back into it, though they warned that if her seemingly still present injuries continued to flare up, she would be removed from duty.
Permanently this time
