Name: Alyssa Sturm<br/>Class/Archetype: The Initiate<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Basic Description: Alyssa, show here wearing her traditional gear, is a you woman, a bit on the short side. Her hair is quite light, enough that it seems to be grey and her eyes are a deep green. She doesn't usually wear her traditional gear, of course, the shield is much too clumsy for common use. And she even, on occasion, dares to break from tradition and leaves some of the armour pieces behind as well.<br/><br/>Ratings:<br/><br/>Charm: 0<br/>Cool: 0<br/>Sharp: 0<br/>Tough: 1<br/>Weird: 2<br/><br/><br/>Sect: An old religion, ancient even, worshiping one they they only speak of as the Goddess. They went into hiding long ago to avoid persecution. And stayed to avoid worse. The things that creep and crawl do not often look kindly to those who remember the old ways, old traditions and knowledge bought with blood. They don't recruit, truly, outside of the few small villages in which they are stationed, and little make their presence known, but those ready for the worship seem to find their way still.<br/>Good traditions: Ancient Lore, Fighting arts<br/>Bad tradition: Tradition-bound<br/><br/>Moves:<br/><br/>Sect Orders (if you are in good standing with the Sect)<br/><br/>Ancient Fighting Arts: When using an old-fashioned hand weapon, you inflict +1 harm and get +1 whenever you roll protect someone.<br/><br/>Fortunes: The Sect has ancient prophecies or divination techniques to predict the future. Once per mystery, you may use them. If you look at what the future holds, roll +Weird.<br/><br/>That Old Black Magic: When you use magic, you can ask a question from the investigate a mystery move as your effect.<br/><br/>Gear:<br/>Old-fashioned weapon:<br/>Mace Crossbow (2-harm close slow)<br/>Crossbow (2-harm close slow)<br/>Silver Knife (1-harm hand silver)<br/><br/>Introduction: Alyssa was born one of those villages, one of the ones where the Goddess is worshiped still and many of the old ways are still intact, mixing with the new in unique fashion. She knew nothing else, of course, and thought nothing strange of it. But even though all around her worshiped, none seemed to do so quite like her. Ever since she was young, she had felt a... presence. One she believed to be the Goddess watching over her. And guiding her. And what more, she knew, somehow, that it wasn't her fate to simply worship quietly, to either join the village or move on, like many of her peers did. No, it wasn't enough for her to be protected by the Goddess. She would be one of the ones to extend her protection to others.<br/><br/>Alyssa would never forget her parents' tears that day, when she announced her intention to join the fighting orders. Tears of pride and tears of grief. It was the greatest of honours to serve the Goddess in the way she wished to, but few lived long with their choice. Still, her decision had been made and, as soon as her training was done, she set out towards where she felt that strange pull. Her Goddess was telling her that she was needed, though Alyssa could not tell why or how.<br/><br/>Some of the people who leave the village, the ones who still keep many of the old ways, are easy to find for those who know how to look. As she made her way in the outside world, they found her a post as a junior archivist, under someone who understands that some people have... special circumstances. It has allowed her much freedom to pursue her true goal, of following where her Goddess leads her.<br/><br/>Level: 1<br/><br/>Luck: 7<br/><br/>Harm: 0<br/>Unstable No<br/><br/>Effect:<br/><br/>Experience: 2<br/><br/>Improvements: