fate's own dramaturge

PETRONILLE CHAMBARDEL

rejoice! for our beloved songstress returns!the search for heroes continues apace.
those of epic, tragic, or romantic paths: inquire within.background rabble need not apply.

• About
• Hooks
• OOC
• Romance

• Circle
• Star
• Circle

THE DRAMATIC TRADITION

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an idealist even in childhood, Petronille resisted the tyranny of public orphanages with all the strength she could muster. sneaking from her assigned bed after dark, she instead made herself the scourge of every inn, tavern, and pub in Ishgard. in the golden glow of the alehouse, she learned the subtle art of sleight-of-hand, of beg-borrow-barter-steal, of catch-me-if-you-can.once caught, she would be returned to her rightful place, oftentimes with a new punishment to further fuel her mischief. still, she remained undeterred. from her spot up in the rafters, she could watch the bards and poets make wonders out of wordplay. she could mouth along silently to the lyrics. she could picture herself beside them on the stage.she could finally steal something that would never be stolen back.

nowadays, the name Petronille Chambardel is said with admiration as often as distaste. after proving her skill as a musician, poet, and playwright, a meteoric rise to mild popularity carried her further than a woman of her station was ever intended to go.of course, success alone did not satisfy her. wielding her renown with reckless abandon, Petronille left no bottle undrained, no rumour unspread, no paramour unseduced. infamy and scandal followed her from tavern to tavern, bedroom to bedroom- and she was more than happy to lead.and then, one day, she was gone. no note, no trail, and, most surprisingly, no spectacle offered in farewell. given her ribald history, it was easy enough to imagine that her actions had at last caught up to her. eventually, her audience moved on, and Petronille's legacy faded into the cold, Coerthan night.

• the curtain rises

Hooks

or, Rifles on the Mantelpiece

• return

❧Bard Resplendent☙ five years ago, Petronille made a name for herself on tavern stages across Ishgard. to the lower classes, she may be remembered as a regular act at a favourite bar- and a least favourite bar as well. either way, her music is known to drift between various methods and modes, and she loves to collaborate with other artists.
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❧Scandal Magnet☙ the only thing more notable than Petronille's performance history is her offstage behaviour. ahe takes great joy in sleeping around, and is in no way ashamed of it. while not particularly taken to bragging, she will not deny the details of her exploits unless it amuses her to do so.
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❧Aetheric Oddity☙ anyone with strong aethersensory capabilities may notice something a bit strange about Petronille's presence. her aether seems to bubble and burst at irregular intervals, and rarely stays still. outwardly, she appears unbothered. take caution, however; those who stare may be left with the uncanny feeling that someone- or something- stares back at them.
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