Isabella "Izzy" D'Oro (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dralchemist) wrote2017-11-19 08:48 pm
dralchemist) wrote2017-11-19 08:48 pm
OPEN RP POST
This is a general open RP post for my 13th Age OC, Isabella "Izzy" D'Oro. Picture reference courtesy of ![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
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General notes:
- Izzy is a dragonborn, but is much, much shorter and smaller than most dragonborn, standing at about 5'2" and 120 lbs. She makes up for her height differential with anger and salt.
- Her main profession is owner and head chef of Atelier d'Oro, a fancy restaurant that probably has a Fantasy Michelin Star or two. In canon it's right by the coastline of Concord, a well-to-do central city in the Dragon Empire, and thus sees a lot of fairly rich clientele come through.
- Her side "profession" is as an alchemist, though she doesn't quite make money off of this. Instead, the backroom of the Atelier is her actual workshop, a self-built alchemical lab where she makes potions, medicines, and poisons. She's self-taught and a natural prodigy, but her ego tends to get in the way.
- In her tabletop canon, she's gotten a weird condition: her left arm was poisoned by basilisk venom, but instead of just paralysis, the scales turned black and secrete a highly corrosive liquid when stressed/damaged. It's weird, and I don't yet know why that's happened.
- While her canon is high fantasy/general magitek stuff, I'm also up for playing her in any number of AUs: modern, sci-fi, college, whatever you want.
RP Scenarios:
1. Welcome to Atelier d'Oro! It took at least 3 weeks on a waitlist to even get a reservation, and another month of waiting for the reservation time to come in, but now... you're here. And you've got the special seat where you get to meet the head chef herself. Lucky you.
2. Welcome to Atelier d'Oro! As above, but instead of getting to see the head chef at her best, you get to see her at her worst. Something's gone wrong with the food; either it's spoiled or misprepared or something. But do you really want to deal with the management when you can hear the yelling from the kitchen?
3. Battle time. One way or another, you've picked a fight with Izzy involved. She looks like she's willing to pull out all the dirty tricks in the book... let's hope she's on your side.
After hours in the city, and the restaurant is closed for the evening. Izzy can probably found in one of two places:
4. In a local tavern, taking her time nursing a drink and planning out her menu for the next day, muttering to herself all the while.
Or, 5. In her alchemy lab, looking for all intents and purposes like a mad scientist, whirling around with glass beakers and burners, wearing a makeshift gasmask to protect from the noxious fumes wafting out of the eclectic mix of ingredients. She values her privacy while she's experimenting, which means nobody gets in without a damn good reason.
6. Come up with your own prompt! I'm open to aaaaaaanything.
General notes:
- Izzy is a dragonborn, but is much, much shorter and smaller than most dragonborn, standing at about 5'2" and 120 lbs. She makes up for her height differential with anger and salt.
- Her main profession is owner and head chef of Atelier d'Oro, a fancy restaurant that probably has a Fantasy Michelin Star or two. In canon it's right by the coastline of Concord, a well-to-do central city in the Dragon Empire, and thus sees a lot of fairly rich clientele come through.
- Her side "profession" is as an alchemist, though she doesn't quite make money off of this. Instead, the backroom of the Atelier is her actual workshop, a self-built alchemical lab where she makes potions, medicines, and poisons. She's self-taught and a natural prodigy, but her ego tends to get in the way.
- In her tabletop canon, she's gotten a weird condition: her left arm was poisoned by basilisk venom, but instead of just paralysis, the scales turned black and secrete a highly corrosive liquid when stressed/damaged. It's weird, and I don't yet know why that's happened.
- While her canon is high fantasy/general magitek stuff, I'm also up for playing her in any number of AUs: modern, sci-fi, college, whatever you want.
RP Scenarios:
1. Welcome to Atelier d'Oro! It took at least 3 weeks on a waitlist to even get a reservation, and another month of waiting for the reservation time to come in, but now... you're here. And you've got the special seat where you get to meet the head chef herself. Lucky you.
2. Welcome to Atelier d'Oro! As above, but instead of getting to see the head chef at her best, you get to see her at her worst. Something's gone wrong with the food; either it's spoiled or misprepared or something. But do you really want to deal with the management when you can hear the yelling from the kitchen?
3. Battle time. One way or another, you've picked a fight with Izzy involved. She looks like she's willing to pull out all the dirty tricks in the book... let's hope she's on your side.
After hours in the city, and the restaurant is closed for the evening. Izzy can probably found in one of two places:
4. In a local tavern, taking her time nursing a drink and planning out her menu for the next day, muttering to herself all the while.
Or, 5. In her alchemy lab, looking for all intents and purposes like a mad scientist, whirling around with glass beakers and burners, wearing a makeshift gasmask to protect from the noxious fumes wafting out of the eclectic mix of ingredients. She values her privacy while she's experimenting, which means nobody gets in without a damn good reason.
6. Come up with your own prompt! I'm open to aaaaaaanything.
4
Someone was yelling as half a dozen student looking types kind of shuffled away out the door, followed by one more student looking type protesting their leaving. She almost followed them out but one of them firmly shut the door in her face, keeping her in.
The door wasn't locked. She could have followed them easily, but after such a symbolically unambiguous rejection, she didn't see the point. Dejected, she sat down on the barstool next to the dragonborn and slumped over the counter.
"No one cares. I need more wine."
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"What'd you do to piss 'em off?"
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Wine is procured, regardless of Izzy's opinions on whether or not it's strong enough.
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"A'ight, then, what'd you do to scare them off? 'cause clearly, they didn't look that scared. And you don't look that scary."
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"But they're not scared of ME. They're scared because I'm challenging their preconceived notions about the shape of society and how the world works!"
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Izzy leans in. "Tell me more." Now her attention is piqued.
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"I'm talking about aristocracy! They don't rule because they're the best at ruling, they rule because they're the ones with a stranglehold on magic!"
Which...is totally a thing in Samata's setting so let's pretend that makes sense as a comment here.
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Her eyes can't help but flit during the explanation to Samata's hand, though, and her tipsy curiosity gets the better of her in the middle of a sentence. "So, what's up with your arm?"
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"It's not a conspiracy if it's right in front of everyone. Aristocratic sorcerers live in big fancy houses free from the laws of society while the rest of us work for a living because we can't shoot lightning from our eyes!"
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Her eyes narrow a bit as she puts a few punctuated underlines under "belligerent" in her notepad, flipping to a new page.
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Here he was a center of attention and not in a good way. What more he was a getting hungry.
As he passed through the more crowded streets of Concord he caught his fancy on Atelier D'oro, a restaurant he heard high regards. He also heard of those impossible wait times. He's not about that. Demons don't wait, or work. Lindallobamesh was getting in his own way. He waited outside, waiting for the living traffic to subside. When his opening comes, he transforms into his snake form and slithers through that open door. Surprising he managed to get in being a giant Python now. But he was in, now ready to scope out the closest table to snatch his meal...this possibly can't go bad.]
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The Maitre'd, a tiefling of some kind (how about that, demons and humans getting together and having kids?), is the first to notice the Huge Snake slithering around, and there's a moment of fear caught on her face, before it's quickly stifled by professionalism. She rings a bell on a podium at the front of the house, and similar ringing can be heard across the din in the kitchen... out of which stomps Izzy, sleeves rolled up, white coat stained with various foods, chef's knife still in her hand.
Meet the owner, Lindy.]
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But confidence really means nothing when you're guided by your impulses so easily as seen here. He rolls his eyes. Oh of course, the one establishment that happens to have a tiefling, he had to pick that.
And the owner looks...quite incensed. The kind of mad that talking doesn't help with. Thus here's strategy one: flop to the ground with a glazed expression, hoping to pass as an average snake that just happened to slip in, as totally normal snakes are wont to do.]