|
|
Louisa Mae Dalton
|
- Home State: Georgia
- Birthday: April 25, 1978
- Sun Sign: Taurus
- Virtue: Trustworthy
- Vice: Stubborn
- Occupation: Bouncer
- Occasionally: Musician
- Seeming: Ogre
- Kiths: Troll, Hoofstomper, Thusser
- Keeper: Master of Wine and Spirits
- Title: Blackbird Bishop
- Court: Summer (Mantle •••)
- Goodwill: Dusk (•)
- Striking Voice: Southern Honey ••
- Siren Song: Unignorable, Distracting
|
|
|
|
Why We Go Where We Do
|
- Georgia Native: Born and raised in Georgia, she might still be there were it not for complications, were it not for the looks on their faces.
- Missing Person: Reported missing in 2003, she returned eight years later, tattered and changed, the center of the local spotlight for a while.
- Journalist: Before she went missing, she was a journalist for a local paper. She hasn't felt the urge to return to her previous line of work.
- Bouncer: Instead, she's taken to bouncing, enforcing a safe and enjoyable environment for bar and venue patrons. With only occasional violence.
- Minotaur: Might have something to do with her Wyrd-ingrained urge to protect a place. She's got the horns and hooves which mark her mythical.
- Musician: Sometimes, she might find herself on stage, too. She can play guitar alright, but it's her singing that really draws people in.
- Unignorable Voice: Even when she's just speaking, that voice of hers is impossible to ignore. She very easily commands attention.
- Steadfast Summer: She doesn't have much of a temper, but she's very good at dealing with those who do, stoic calm at the heart of the raging storm.
- Wandering Bishop: She's been traveling up the east coast for a while now, helping others as she to find a place which fits like home used to.
|
|
|
What We Bring With Us
|
- Blackbird Pendant: Always visible over her shirt, this hammered tin pendant identifies her as a Blackbird Bishop.
- Floral Flask: She carries a pewter pocket flask engraved with floral patterns and filled with water. This is her Aspersorium.
- Big Sword Hilt: Sometimes hidden, sometimes at her hip, she carries around a two-handed sword hilt which some might recognize as a token.
|
|
|
Those We Meet Along the Way
|
- Gabe: A taste of home. Easy on the eyes.
- Nathania: All the warmth of a fireplace in winter. Fellow Bishop.
- Sid: Easy-going humor all tangled up in hurt. Fellow Bishop.
|
|
|
The Stories We Take Home
|
|
|
