Jennifer Hartcord


Age: she doesn't know exactly, but she looks around her mid-20's


Race: Human


Gender: Female


Looks: She has long red hair that she keeps in a ponytail, but tendrils are forever coming loose. She always has leather work gloves with whatever vulgarity that suits the moment caking them completely, whether dirt or blood or slime. She carries two kamas and several sharp knives for her work. She's usually in a deep red robe with a dark cloak over her for burials or in tan pants and a makeshift leather tunic. She has ugly scars all over her body, and clawmarks on her face in the shape of an X. Her eyes are deep purple with small golden flecks around her pupil.


Personality: Quiet, and because of her job often sad. (she's a dragon's undertaker.I'll explain if you want to know. message [Pnelma Tirian]) She's willing to make friends, but she herself will not make the first move.


History: Jennifer was born into an abusive family; her father was a knight and a drunk, and he's often abuse her when he was in a stupor. Her mother thought it was funny. She was a priestess of Mirala, and intended on making Jennifer the same. She never knew her birthday, and if she ever did, she soon forgot it, as it was never celebrated. Once she turned 13, life got infinitely worse. Her mother enrolled her into Mirala's temples, and there she was required to do a whore's work in order to stay alive. The temple gloried in blood, and she was whipped mercilessly nearly every night. On the goddess' feasting night, a group of traveling adventurers decided to crash and in the chaos insuing, Jennifer made a break for it. She was caught by slavers and sold to a nearby farmer, who put her to the pigstye. Nonetheless, she got better treatment from him than anyone else she had met her entire life. The man died when she was fifteen, and he passed the farm's land on to his favorite servant, having no heir. This favorite was not her.
A few years later came a dragon who pillaged the lands. He started to pick off the maidens in the land, and eventually he picked up her. She gave no fuss. A local Kaldrag dragon named S'ordren stole her from the wild dragon, learning that she had a knack for crafting. He himself was an undertaker, and he taught her his arts. He was killed by her father when he tried to rescue her for the reward money; she killed him for taking her only friend in the world. She could not find anyone to carry him to the skies as he burned, so she loaded his corpse onto a cart and drove it through his favorite forest until all that were left were his wings. She filled them both with precious stones and coated them with liquid diamond only a dragon's fire could create until they shone in the sunlight. She posted them both at the front of the cave and lived in secret there until a clan of Somnats moved into her area. She was cared for and viewed with respect, and she viewed them the same way, for they were the only ones who cared for her at all. She lives with her apprentice Maelek, a young wiry dragon with eyes the color of salt and fire-hued wings.