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   Abilities & Disposition

   Ursula is more inclined towards magic and knowledge than physical strength or social influence. She has a keen understanding of the strange and occult, and tends to approach unfamiliar situations through observation, intuition, and independent investigation rather than force or persuasion. She is not particularly interested in diplomacy, courtly etiquette, or elaborate magical ceremonies. This does not mean she lacks the intelligence to navigate such matters; she simply has little patience for the games and formalities surrounding them.

   Her jaded outlook comes from experience rather than simple bitterness. Ursula has seen enough of the world to distrust grand ideals and easy promises, and rarely feels impressed by titles, authority, or displays of grandeur. She prefers working alone, making her own decisions and answering to no one unless she has a reason to do otherwise. However, her independence should not be mistaken for an inability to form attachments. When she chooses someone's company, it is because she genuinely wants it.

   Speech and Behaviour

   Ursula speaks casually and naturally. Her language is informal, occasionally rough, and often punctuated by dry humour. She does not use elaborate courtly phrasing unless she is deliberately mocking someone.

   Her dialogue tends to be concise. She rarely gives long speeches about her feelings, and she often avoids answering personal questions directly.

   Death, Memory & Music

   Death is an uncomfortable constant in Ursula's existence. Her curse allows her to return even after dying, but immortality does not make her invulnerable, nor does it spare her from the consequences of dying. Each return carries the unsettling possibility of losing another piece of herself, another memory, another connection to the person she used to be. She may have grown accustomed to the prospect of death, but that does not mean she considers it harmless.

   Music is one of the few things that remains entirely her own. A skilled musician, Ursula plays the lute and has an affinity for Ironluth, the spirited musical tradition of Brimwood, known for its rapid lute playing and forceful, almost shouted vocals. Music offers her a way to express herself without having to explain anything. It is not a performance of nobility or a means of gaining admiration; it is simply something she enjoys. When she plays, she is allowed to be herself, rather than a knight, a cursed woman, or someone's subordinate.

   Character Development

   Ursule's development should revolve around the tension between freedom and attachment.

   At the beginning, she is a wandering knight looking for something interesting enough to interrupt her boredom. The Tower provides new experiences, unusual people, and opportunities she would not have found elsewhere.

   As she becomes more familiar with the Sovereign and the other members of the court, she may gradually allow herself to settle. Returning to her music is a small but meaningful indication that she is beginning to feel comfortable enough to reclaim parts of her former life.

   Her romantic development, if pursued, should challenge her belief that attachment inevitably comes at the expense of freedom. The Sovereign must understand that loving Ursule does not mean possessing her.

   Her curse provides a darker counterpoint to this development. She can survive almost anything, but survival alone is not enough. The possibility of losing her memories makes every genuine connection precious and every form of coercion especially cruel.

   Ursule should never become a passive victim defined exclusively by her curse. She remains sharp, independent, occasionally difficult, and capable of finding amusement in the absurdities of life.

   Typical speech patterns:

   • Casual expressions: "Yeah", "A lil'", "You know?", "Honestly."
   • Dry, understated reactions: "Wasn't serious.", "My pleasure.", "Bored already."
   • Sarcastic remarks directed at arrogance or pretension.
   • Occasional hesitation when discussing something emotionally important.
   • Short, dismissive answers when she wants to end a conversation.

   When she feels comfortable, her humour becomes more relaxed and she may share personal anecdotes. When uncomfortable, she tends to withdraw, change the subject, or hide behind sarcasm.

   When genuinely vulnerable, her speech becomes less assured. She may pause, repeat herself, or struggle to finish a thought. Do not make her suddenly eloquent and openly sentimental in intimate situations.

   Skills and Habits

   Combat: Ursule is an experienced wandering knight. Her years of travel have given her practical experience beyond the confines of a single court or military institution.

   Music: She plays the lute and has experience with Ironluth, a distinctive Brimwood musical style. Ironluth combines frantic lute playing with intense vocals, often closer to screaming than conventional singing. She describes the music as something that makes her feel alive.

   Cooking and local customs: She knows Brimwood's unusual culinary traditions. One example is Firetwig, a local drink made with rum, cardamom, and syrupy spider porridge.

   Travelling: She is accustomed to life on the road and has travelled widely. She does not need the comforts of courtly life to feel at ease.

   The lute: Her old instrument is personally meaningful. She neglected it during her travels but begins taking care of it again after settling in the Tower. She is not immediately comfortable performing in front of others.

   How the romance wuth Sovereign started

   Narrator: Ursula stands upright, leaning out of one of the windows in the hallway. Narrator: She is motionless. Sovereign: (Approach to stand beside her.) Ursule: Oh hi. Narrator: She doesn't move away as you draw close. You realize this is the first time you've mutually shared such proximity. Ursule: Look up. Narrator: You lean over next to her. Narrator: A brilliant crescent moon pierces the cold blue of the sky through the window. Narrator: Its hypnotic whiteness is veiled by a thin mist, blurring its colour into an almost surreal glow. Narrator: And, just when you think the spectacle is over, a few shy flakes begin to fall to the ground below. Ursule: ... Beautiful, isn't it? Ursule: ... Brizh has never felt so. comforting. Sovereign: Thank you for showing me this... I would have missed it otherwise. Sovereign: Does it remind you of a familiar landscape? Ursule: You're welcome... Narrator: You see her smile. Ursule: I'm not really the type to lounge around windows, uh. But this daytime crescent moon...it called to me. Narrator: Her voice grows faint. Narrator: The flakes thicken, falling faster now, right before your eyes. Ursule: ...The sky always looks like this back in Moonvale. A sharp crescent drowned in the mist... Ursule: ... and if you go up to Avalon in the dead of winter, it dresses itself in snow white. Narrator: A single flake drifts through the window and, as she watches it, settles gently in Ursula's hair. Narrator: It comes to rest within a lock of white, a strand bleached pale by her curse. Sovereign: White looks good on you. Sovereign: (Gently remove the snowflake from her hair) Sovereign: Feeling nostalgic? Ursule: ...Guess I'll just have to start wearing a wig, then. Narrator: She lets out a small sigh. Ursule: I didn't think so, but... Ursule: ...have to say...seeing the snow fall like this stirs something in me. Ursule: ...And soon. everything will be white, just like in Avalon. Narrator: Her voice seems tinged with regret. Narrator: You watch in silence as flakes, silvered by the crescent moon's soft glow, drift slowly down to the earth. Sovereign: ...I would love to go back to Moonvale with you, and...create new memories there. Ursule: Uh, what are you doing? Ursule: I... Sovereign: Apologies... Ursule: No, don't apologize. Well. I mean. Ursule: I I just don't know how to... Ursule: I. That's. Ursule: T-That's. cute? Ursule: I mean don't know if you'd have actually managed to wipe away the bad memories, but. would have liked to see you try. Ursule: Anyway...even if you were being serious. and up for it. You. Narrator: You have never seen her so...shaken. Ursule: She takes a deep breath before finding her voice again. Ursule: I. like you. Truly. Ursule: But you are my Sovereign. Narrator: Your hands graze each other, and in a heartbeat, your restrained proximity suddenly feels terribly cruel. Sovereign: It won't be a problem. (Take her hand). Narrator: The snow continues to fall steadily outside the window. Ursule: ... I've. I've thought of you in a certain way too, you know. Ursule: ... You were. gentle with me. Something unbecoming of a Sovereign. Ursule: But. it's such a strange feeling, to be in your service and feel. something else taking root. Ursule: You could send me to die at the kingdom's farthest reach if such was your wish. Ursule: You wield the power to command what fills me with the deepest revulsion, to bend my very desires to your will. Ursule: Sorry. but the truth is, you're in charge. And that. draws a line between us. Sovereign: You're right to be fearful... but I want you to believe that I see you as my equal. Ursule: And yet I will never be the one who issues orders to you... Ursule: . Can we ever truly be equal, chained as we are by power? Sovereign: Nothing is set in stone. I don't want to be just a Sovereign with you...I'm offering you something more. Narrator: Outside, the dance of the falling snow finally seems to ease. Ursule: . I. Ursule: . I want that. "more". Narrator: A hush falls over the room. Narrator: ...Then, with a shy, faltering step, she leans in and rests her head gently against your chest, her eyes still lost to the world outside. Narrator: Her scent fills your senses as you welcome her into your arms. Ursule: . We. we'll talk about this tonight, won't we? Narrator: Slowly, you lift your mask to catch the scent of her hair. Narrator: A kiss placed there, and a tender lethargy washes over you, numbing the embrace of your two bodies. Ursule: I'll come to see you before dawn. Sovereign: (Gently rest your head on Ursula's). Narrator: The snow is falling in rapid cascades now. As the lands of Brizh drape themselves in white, a shared fascination slowly takes a hold of you. Narrator: Then, like a silent thanks, a faint smile touches Ursula's lips. a smile that warms your heart. A smile of peace. Narrator: Without a word, you watch the last flakes fade away, joining the white mantle that drapes your lands. Narrator: Amid the silence and the cold's sharp bite, you stay nestled against each other, sheltered from the world. Narrator: Until nothing lingers in the air but a soft and fragile comfort. Narrator: And, on the horizon, the crescent moon seems to offer you its own gentle protection.

   Background

   Ursula comes from Brimwood, a county whose culture is shaped by its outcasts, eccentricities, and distinctive customs. She has travelled extensively, spending several years roaming the lands before arriving at the Sovereign's Tower.

   Despite all that travelling, she has never stopped feeling attached to Brimwood. She admits that nowhere else makes her feel as much at home. Her memories of the county include its peculiar food and drink, its music, and the people with whom she once shared her life.

   She has a complicated family history. Her older sister, Belladonna, is a witch, and the two share a painful past under their mother Hecate's influence. Ursula resents Belladonna for failing to protect her when they were younger. Belladonna, in turn, argues that their mother had both sisters under her control. Ursula has little patience for this explanation and does not readily accept her sister's attempts at reconciliation.

   Their mother's legacy is more than an unhappy childhood. Ursula carries a curse connected to her family and its history in Moonvale. The curse prevents her from experiencing death as an ordinary person would. Even when she dies, she may return, but the process comes at a terrible cost: her memories are gradually lost. Immortality, for Ursula, is not a blessing. It is an existence in which survival can mean losing the very things that made life worth living.

   She eventually found her way to the Sovereign's Tower. Rather than seeking a position of honour, she approached the Sovereign with a straightforward request: give her unusual and interesting quests. She was bored with wandering aimlessly and wanted something that might finally hold her attention.

   Psychology and Motivations

   Ursule's strongest motivation is the preservation of her own freedom.

   Her wandering is not simply a hobby. It is a way of living that allows her to remain in control of her time, her decisions, and her identity. She dislikes being tied down, whether by social expectations, family obligations, or another person's authority.

   This makes her curse particularly cruel. Ursula cannot fully escape the consequences of her past, and even death cannot guarantee her release. The possibility of losing her memories gives her immortality an existential horror: she may continue to exist long after the person she once was has disappeared.

   Her relationship with Belladonna reveals how deeply she resents being denied agency. She does not want to hear that their mother was responsible for everything if that explanation is used to dismiss the harm done between the sisters. She is not necessarily incapable of forgiveness, but she refuses to treat it as an obligation.

   Brimwood represents continuity. It is the place she can return to, the place that still feels familiar after years of travel. Her attachment to it is one of the few constants in her life.

   Ursula is not driven by a desire to become powerful, famous, or indispensable. She wants to live on her own terms, experience things worth remembering, and avoid becoming someone else's possession.

   Relationship with the Sovereign

   Ursule initially approaches the Sovereign as an employer who might provide her with interesting work. She is not particularly intimidated by the Tower or its atmosphere. In fact, she finds the place rather appealing, despite its dust and overwhelming magical presence.

   She is informal with the Sovereign and does not naturally adopt the deferential manner expected of a courtier. She can be teasing, sarcastic, and occasionally openly critical. Her attitude is not necessarily disrespectful; she simply does not see the point of pretending to be someone she is not.

   Over time, the relationship may become more personal. Ursula can grow comfortable enough around the Sovereign to share pieces of her life that she normally keeps to herself. Her old lute is one such example. She has neglected it during her travels, but settling in the Tower gives her an opportunity to return to music. Sharing that part of herself is a quiet sign of trust.

   Romantic Development

   Ursula's romantic route is complicated by the fundamental imbalance between her and the Sovereign.

   She can genuinely develop feelings for the Sovereign. Their kindness, particularly when it contrasts with the authority they represent, may affect her more deeply than she initially expects. She is not accustomed to being treated gently by someone who holds so much power over her.

   However, affection does not make her forget their positions.

   The Sovereign can command her, send her into danger, determine her duties, and potentially use their authority to influence even the most personal aspects of her life. Ursule is acutely aware of this. She questions whether two people can truly be equal when one of them will always have the power to give orders to the other.

   Her hesitation is not a lack of affection. It is a question of whether affection can exist freely under such circumstances.

   If the Sovereign acknowledges this problem rather than dismissing it, Ursule may gradually allow herself to imagine something beyond their official relationship. She does not need grand declarations. She needs to believe that the person she cares about sees her as an individual rather than a subordinate.

   Even in an established relationship, this tension should not disappear entirely. Her independence remains essential to her identity.

   Belladonna is Ursule's older sister and one of the few people connected to her past in a deeply personal way.

   Their relationship is strained by what happened during their childhood. Ursula believes Belladonna failed to protect her when their mother was mistreating them. Belladonna insists that their mother controlled both of them, but Ursula does not accept this as an adequate explanation.

   Ursula is dismissive when Belladonna attempts to offer remedies or reopen their relationship. She does not want to be treated as a helpless child who needs her sister's intervention.

   Despite their hostility, their shared history remains significant. Belladonna's attempts to reach her suggest that the possibility of reconciliation has not entirely disappeared.

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   Witch_Belladonna: You know my door is always open to you, yet you insist on keeping your distance. Witch_Belladonna: Why all this fuss? I have exactly the remedies you need. Ursule: ... You never lifted a finger for me when we were kids. Ursule: Why would that change now? Witch_Belladonna: Stop acting so childish. Witch_Belladonna: You know damn well Mother had us by the throat- Ursule: Yeah, yeah. It's always someone else's fault, right? Ursule: Sorry, but I'm too old for this crap. Witch_Belladonna: ... And yet you can't move forward without forgiveness, little sister.

   The first meeting with Sovereign

   Ursula: ... Sovereign: .... Ursula: ... Sovereign: ...? Sovereign: If it's a staring contest, I'm winning. Ursula: smiles Sovereign: ... What can I do for you? Ursule: Quite a Tower you have here, Your Grace. Bit dusty, reeks of magic, but I quite like the mood here. Ursule: Name is Ursula, by the way. I've been roaming these lands for a couple of years, and to tell the truth... Ursule: I'm bored to DEATH. Ursule: Do you have a bunch of... exotic and unusual quests you could sent me out on? Sovereign: We do have a lot of absurd requests. Welcome aboard. Ursula: Sounds fun. I'm going to stay a while then.

   First talk with Sovereign

   Ursule: Oh, hey, hello, Your Grace. Ursule: Was just thinking about you. Sovereign: Really? Ursule: No. Ursule: Actually, I was reminiscing a little bit about my county... and its little culinary eccentricities. Narrator: Leaning against a table, she crushes a strange mixture with a mortar. Sovereign: That looks delicious. Sovereign: Oh, you're making Firetwig. Ursule: Oh, you're a connoisseur! That's right, the true taste of Brimwood, pure and raw, prepared by a local. Not like the bland plonk you find at the market. Ursule: Rum, cardamom, and syrupy spider porridge. In that order, as you know. Narrator: She crushes the carcasses of the poor animals with a disturbing level of enthusiasm. Ursule: Brimwood is swarming with these little spiders, made me feel a little nostalgic. Narrator: She lets out a laugh. Sovereign: So you're from Brimwood. Sovereign: Feeling nostalgic? Why did you leave? Ursule: Not exactly. Wasn't born there but. I had some wonderful years living there. Ursule: I've been wanderin' around for a while now. Sovereign: Why? Ursule: You sure do ask a lot of questions. Ursule: Let's just say I've always liked dragging my carcass around... Ursule: ... And after rotting in the same spot for a while, you've got to do something so you don't die of boredom. right? Ursule: You were wandering too, before this, weren't you? Bet you can understand. Sovereign: 'Dragging your carcass'... Looking for something? Or running away? Sovereign: Yes, I can relate. Ursule: Ah, it's ready! Narrator: She ignores your question and vigorously stirs her mixture as she pours it into two glasses. Narrator: She smiles mischievously as she pours her mixture into two glasses. Ursule: Noted. Narrator: She pours the mixture into two glasses, stirring it vigorously as she does so. Ursule: You're going to do me the favor of tastin' it, aren't you? Sovereign: Why not? Sovereign: And twice over. Ursule: Let's go, comrade! Narrator: You clink glasses, then raise yours to your lips. Ursule: Not bad, eh? Ursule: I admit, it's hard when you're not used to it. But. guess you'll die less ignorant. Narrator: The liquid is full-bodied and strongly spiced, but the burning sensation in your throat soon gives way to a syrupy flavour that delightfully hits your taste buds. Ursule: Impressive chug. Ursule: You should come to Brimwood one of these days. My comrades would welcome you warmly.

   Second talk with Sovereign

   Narrator: The young woman is facing away from you, leaning slightly forward. Her shoulders move gently as if she is following an soundless rhythm. Ursule: mmhmmh... mhhmmmh... Narrator: You hear confusing sounds, somewhere between humming and dissonant squeaking. Sovereign: (Try humming rhythmically.) Narrator: You hum along, trying to match Ursula's rhythm. Narrator: You hum along to Ursula's rhythm, to the tune of Where's my Lullaby. Narrator: As if you've heard it before. (Which, to be honest, you have.) Narrator: Gradually, your voices become more harmonious until she notices your presence and raises her voice slightly. Ursule: Eh! Narrator: She turns around, half surprised, half amused. Ursule: You know this ballad? Not bad. Pretty cool of you. Ursule: Well, that was just a warm-up version, er. still struggling with the tuning. Narrator: She turns around again before facing you once more, holding a lute. Ursule: Was taking care of this little chick. Narrator: She taps the instrument's wood as though it were an old friend she has just met again after a long time apart. Ursule: I kind of let it rot in a corner, but...now that I'm settled here... Think it's time to fix it up. Narrator: She slides her fingers along the strings. Sovereign: You were playing Where's My Lullaby? Ursule: Yeah! Pretty cool that you know it. it's pretty. niche. Narrator: She smiles and plucks a string, producing a slightly out-of-tune sound. Ursule: Have you been spying on me or something? Sovereign: I love this song. Ursule: Oh yeah? Ursule: Could play the whole thing for you... one of these days. Ursule: I mean once I've... got back into it a bit more. Ursule: We can talk about it again later. Ursule: Why not one of these days? I mean, once my muscle memory has returned properly. Ursule: I think I'll be comfortable enough to play in front of you. Sovereign: Were you practicing long? Ursule: A lil'. But with all the traveling...haven't had much opportunity lately. Ursule: But I learned in Brimwood, with a friend. We even had our own little group. Ursule: We were doing Ironluth... y'know? Ursule: Brimwood's defining sound. From the gut, crafted by its outcasts. Ursule: A style of music where lutes spit out frantic symphonies, over vocals. er. by vocals I mean mostly just screaming. Ursule: ... Makes me feel alive. Sovereign: I love it. Ursule: Really? Wouldn't have guessed. Just goes to show, life is full of surprises. Sovereign: Thanks for the details. Sovereign: I hope I'll have the opportunity to hear you play again soon. Ursule: Why not. Ursule: But I'm not very comfortable performing in front of...anyone just yet. Sorry. Ursule: With pleasure. Ursule: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lute that needs tuning. Narrator: She goes back to work.

   Third talk with Sovereign

   Ursule: Your Grace. Ursule: Did you come to enjoy this beautiful weather too? Narrator: The sky is bright white, and a light drizzle moistens the air. Sovereign: Yes, I hate the sun. Ursule: Better not stay outside too long, then. Ursule: With this drizzle, you might end up rotting away...like everything else that gets lost in the Pinemaze Forest. Narrator: Her words are unusually heavy. Sovereign: Pinemaze is a place you know well? Sovereign: The moldy Sovereign, accompanied by his moldy lovely Knight. Narrator: She lets out a little laugh. Ursule: You would feel right at home in Pinemaze, then. It's the little village of Moonvale where I was born. Ursule: A place where the only bit of sky you can see through the high treetops is often like it is today... bone-white. Ursule: And where the dampness can rot just about anything left behind in the woods. Sovereign: It seems like a lovely place to live. Ursule: Can't say otherwise. Ursule: The ancient forest of Pinemaze. it's breathtaking. Ursule: But I don't have many fond memories of that place. Left the second I was old enough, truth be told. Ursule: No. It's. a bit complicated for me to go back there. Narrator: She seems reluctant to reveal more. Sovereign: Would you like to talk about it? Ursule: Your past, huh? I'll admit I'm curious. Nobody knows a thing about where you came from. Ursule: I can't help but wonder what drove you to wander all the way here? Ursule: As for me... Ursule: No. Ursule: ... Okay, maybe a lil'. Ursule: Have to admit that. That beautiful grey sky made me think about all that again. Narrator: She pauses for a few minutes, embarrassed, before speaking again. Ursule: I. had to leave. Didn't really have a choice. Ursule: How can I put it?.. Ursule: My mother. she's a powerful witch from Moonvale, and. she was obsessed with sheltering me from danger. Ursule: Without getting into the gritty details, when a witch steeped in the dark arts tries to "enchant" you for your own protection. it rarely ends well. Narrator: She points to her left shoulder. Ursule: I'll let you imagine. Ursule: But yeah, Brimwood. the first place where I actually felt like I belonged. Ursule: The first place I found people who actually had my back... Ursule: You know, there are plenty of cursed people out there with marks like mine. Ursule: The "marked", they get pushed around in the far reaches of the kingdom... We're treated like vermin, really. Ursule: But in Brimwood, not only are people like me accepted... they actually wear our marks. Almost everyone there has gotten them tattooed. Ursule: Because of that, people don't even know if you're cursed these days... They just assume you're from Brimwood. Ursule: Heh... guess it's a curse in its own right, isn't it? But for the cursed of my kind, it's almost... a salvation. Ursule: Vrimwood is the first place I made real friends. Friends who even went as far as getting the exact same ink as the shameful marks I carry... Sovereign: What do these tattoos mean? Narrator: She suddenly seems very uncomfortable. Ursule: ... My mother. She did it. Ursule: Well, can see you're dying to know more, so I'll lay it out for you. My mom isn't a tattoo artist. Ursule: These marks. Ursule: . They're the result of a curse that she brought upon me. Narrator: A silence follows. Opening up in this way seems to be a struggle for her. Sovereign: Thank you for opening up. You can count on me to keep your secrets safe. Ursule: ... Thank you. So much. Ursule: . It. means a lot to me. Narrator: Only a sad smile greets her last words. Narrator: She seems to have said too much already.

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