Name: Dinah Faramond

Age: 27

Appearance: Dinah is tall and lanky. She has long black hair, usually hidden behind her hood. She wears a long brown coat that goes a down most of her body. Thick brown leather boots can be seen peeking out from beneath it. Her face is almost always hidden behind a mask. But underneath is a landscape of scars and facial damage from a burn she suffered in her youth. Her heterochromatic eyes peer from the mask one bright blue and the other a soft green. In her hand she is normally carrying a bag. The bag contains what brews that are not currently attached to the various belt pouches.

Personality: Most describe Dinah as cold and negative. The fact that she can’t show many emotions adds to this effect. Dinah seems to always find the worst even in the happiest situation and doesn’t hesitate to bring it to attention.
She cares little for titles and military rankings, seeing them more as simple bragging rights and nothing little more. Dinah understands the need for people to hide their true selves from the dark judgemental world and doesn’t look down on those that do.
She usually only shows her happier side when she is creating a mask in her spare time.

Biography: Dinah was raised by a small farm household and spent the better part of her childhood admiring the Emeldia’s craftsmanship. Even in the small town she was born in magic and artisans could be found everywhere. Her favorite was the mask maker. Whenever she could young Dinah would go into town and watch the man work. She began to collect the masks he made and learn his trade through watching. Dinah adorned the walls of her room with the masks enjoying each one’s beauty and uniqueness. She would wear them around her house as she ran room to room enjoying the little things.
Her life proceeded normally as she grew until she reached the age of ten. As the years went past her father became more and more of a drunkard. Coming home and violently lashing out at others. Then Dinah happened to step in one day. She remembers and regrets that decision daily. Her father quickly overpowered the young girl. Pinning her to the kitchen counter top. That was when he grabbed the tea kettle. It was on the oven getting ready to boil. In a drunken rage he grabbed it and plunged it to his daughter’s face. She remembers the heat. She remembers the pain. She remembers the screaming. Finally she remembers blacking out. She remembers waking in an unfamiliar room in the capital city. She remembers seeing her mother next to her. And she remembers seeing herself, she was used to hurting her face but this was the first time her face hurt her.
The pain was a numbing pulling pain now. Her face was permanently damaged. The following months were met with the struggles of healing and strengthening what muscles she had left. For a while talking was a challenge and so was eating. The worst part however was how others looked at her. She constantly saw the others stare and she could hear them whisper. The one day it hit her. She began to craft her own masks. Building them to be intricate and beautiful. She wanted them to show others what she felt and wanted others to see her as they saw the masks.
Dinah continued making masks and wearing them as she went about her routine.
She went weekly to an Apothecary in the city. He treated her with a simple salve, made of aloe leaves, to ease the pain. As the days went on she became more intrigued by what the apothecary did. Asking questions and taking notes on his newest projects and mixtures. Eventually Dinah became his assistant. She mainly did small errands and simple treatments, but it was a simple life and one she enjoyed.

Class: Chemist

Weapon Level: E

Weapon: Poison Brew and Truth Brew

Equipment: Tonic (3), Antitoxin (3), Smoke bomb (3)