Isobel Manyfingers

❝ Our Sacred Lady of War favours those who are not meagre, those who are not meek, those who have the will to take what they want, to turn the wheel and world on widdershins should they wish. Come, let me show you: this is not your world… it’s mine.

Corrupt and ambitious court mage in service to the House of Dinan. And herself, naturally.

•   formal address   :   ser isobel manyfingers
•   species   :   coerthan elezen
•   gender   :   she / her
•   orientation   :   gay
•   birthplace   :  ishgard
•   spouse   :  jehan le guen (deceased)
•   issue   :  perrin (son)
•   siblings   :  four sisters, three brothers
•   occupation   :   court mage, ex-inquisitor
•   liege   :   lord guillaume, the count of dinan
•   affiliation   :   oldcross theological society

Born into a knightly family of mages, Isobel was groomed for the position of court mage while her brothers prepared for war. She was wed at sixteen, had a son by seventeen, lost a second son by nineteen, and was widowed at twenty. 'It was him or me,' she’s joked in passing, trying to hide the sadness. She adores the “little scamp” he left her, though, even if she’s hardly ever had all that much time for him. That’s what tutors and governesses are for, no?

“You are still young. You think in neat, young ways with tidy, young ideas. But life is not neat, life is not tidy. It’s a mess, same as us, and it's all we deserve. The gods hide behind clouds and fragments of half-truths because they want nothing to do with us...”

▍ ❝   CHARACTER TRAITS.
Intelligent and esoteric; charming, patient, and polite; can be exceedingly dashing when she wants to be; occasionally displays an energy like ‘clicks tongue, winks, and fingerguns at you’; 'pious' in the sense that she applies herself faithfully to the Lady of War; and figures the goddess ‘probably prefers a more active kind of worship’; playful but driven; practically runs the noble house she ostensibly serves; it's not her fault that she knows what's best for them; or that it happens to be best for her, too; close ties to the Vicar of Oldcross House and the Poor Fellow-Magi of St. Saerwyth; industrious social life filled with intellectual salons and the kinds of societies that she probably should have been investigating during her days as an inquisitor; or in quiet, intimate parlours over fine wine; enjoys theatre, a good waltz, sad poetry, sombre scenery, and minor keys; pining, too; years and years of pining; can be unexpectedly protective, charitable, and big sisterly to those she's decided she's particularly fond of; will torch a village for them without blinking.

“Jehan was such a soft boy — soft as they come. Sweet, too, and pretty as a flower, and… and funny. I loved how easily he could make me laugh — and laugh and laugh and laugh, crack open these frozen shut ribs to let the air in, to remind me to breathe — but so did I love him? I don’t know, but he was, without a doubt, my best friend.”