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Patricia Emerson

The Stranger

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a character in “Tales of the Otherworld”, originally authored by Zodia195, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Patricia Emerson



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Role:The Stranger

Age: 16 years

Gender: Female

Personality:Before arriving in Gar, Patricia, or Trish, was your average teenager. She had friends and is a pretty nice person. However she still has her flaws. Her biggest one is her unobservant attitude for she isn't always aware of her surroundings, and thus tends to get into trouble. She use to have great luck in avoiding disaster, but her luck runs out. She is very clumsy too and does have a bit of an inferiority complex and doesn't like huge crowds. After arriving on Gar though, she becomes very withdrawn and confused. At first she thinks it's all a dream and she'll wake up at any moment. However, despite her naive personality, she's has a strong will to live and find her way back home. This is due to something that happened to her in the past that she has a hard time remembering. Trish is a good natured person, but she can get angry, especially when she sees someone getting treated poorly. How she'll react when she sees the problems on this new planet, well, that's going to hard to say, but it won't be pretty.

Nationality: Patricia is half American and half British.

Appearance:Height- 4'11'' (as a result of this people think she's younger than her age). Another is that she is always wearing a pendent giving to her by her grandmother when she was younger. Also despite her small stature, she's alot stronger than she looks, especially if she gets angry. She took self defense classes and can topple someone twice her size.

Magical Abilities: N/A

Weapon:She never learned how to use a weapon, but she did learn self-defence tactics.

History:Patricia is the youngest of 3 with two older brothers. She was actually a surprise for her parents and there's a 8 year age difference between her and her next sibling, Richard. Her parents traveled alot due to her dad's job. Her father is an American and her mother is British. Patricia got use to traveling, but when her father got a promotion, he was able to get a permanent job. By then Patricia was 12 years old. She use to be a shy child, but having a permanent home proved to be a good thing for her and she came out of it. Of course she was still awkward around boys. Her curiosity always got her into trouble as well as her day dreaming tendencies. One time when she was 4 years old, she ended up waking from a nap and managed to sneak out of the house because her nanny was asleep and ended up lost in a nearby wood. No one knew she was missing until her brothers got home from school. Luckily, Trish was found, although she was hungry and dirty, thanks to the neighbor's golden retriever. From that day on her family became very protective of her. However, she still had a knack for getting herself into trouble, without even realizing it. One day though when Patricia was walking from her private high school, and wasn't paying attention when, there was an earthquake (she lived in the pacific northwest of the USA). The force of it caused her to be tossed over a bridge she was walking across and fell into the river it was over. She doesn't remember anything else, but when she does come to, she finds herself in a strange land.

So begins...

Patricia Emerson's Story

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The sunlight streaming gently through Kestrel's window dragged him back into consciousness, dragging with it the aching pain of the bruises he had acquired last night. He could remember the fight vividly, more vividly than he would have preferred.

He had been sitting at the bar, minding his own business when a group of racist locals approached him and began heckling him. He had ignored them at first, but after one had shoved him for a reaction, Kestrel gave him his reaction, but not the one he had hoped for. Kestrel grabbed the man by his head and slammed it into the marble bar counter, not quite killing him, but ensuring he'd never speak a word of sense again. The rest of his lackeys put up a better fight than expected, giving him a few bruises, but that was nothing in comparison to what he had done to them. The initial victim wouldn't be the only one with brain damage, and every single one would have been left with some form of permanent damage. One guard had walked past the bar during the fight, but had thought better of going in and confronting the large man who was throwing fully grown men around like rag dolls. The innkeeper had been less than pleased. There were blood stains everywhere, and some items of furniture had been completely destroyed. It had seemed rather comical, the chubby, little man with a walrus moustache ranting away at a man who could, and quite possibly would, kill him with ease. Kestrel told him that Lord Howe would have the money he needed to replace the destroyed furniture. For a man of Howe's wealth, such items would seem as expensive as bread rolls.

Kestrel put on all the attire he did not sleep in on immediately and left his room. He knocked on the door of Daphelia's room and awaited a response. None came. He could leave Daphelia alone for a while, she would be perfectly safe here.

After breakfasting, Kestrel decided to leave and go for a short morning walk, he needed some fresh air to fully wake himself up. His boots thudded softly against the cobbled streets of Fvorg, it was a nice enough, little seaside town, but it would be far nicer if the weather would brighten up occasionally. Oddly enough, the dismal weather Taakeira had been experiencing appeared to have abandoned Fvorg and given way to a cold, crisp winter's morning. Despite having lived outside Dhara for many years now, he still found the condensation of his breath rather novel, Dharan temperatures had never strayed below twenty degrees centigrade.

His strolling brought him to Fvorg's beach, a beach that would be beautiful were it not covered in driftwood and other kinds of rubbish that people had tossed into the sea, broken tools, lobster pots, unconscious people and the like. Wait, unconscious people? Kestrel rubbed his eyes and took another look at the shore, there was a young girl lying on the beach, soaked to the core and dressed in the most peculiar of clothes. Kestrel approached her and dragged her further up the beach so that the tide would not carry her away. He checked her pulse to make sure she wasn't dead. Sure enough, he could feel the blood pumping through her wrist, much to his relief. He didn't want to be seen on the beach dragging the corpse of a young girl around with him. He shook her gently in an attempt to wake her.
"Miss?" Kestrel asked her as he continued to shake her, shaking more and more forcefully as he did so, "Miss, are you alright?"

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Patricia was floating in darkness when she felt something warm nearby. Was she dead? Where was she? She could smell something salty. The sea? Now that was impossible. Suddenly a voice penetrated the darkness and broke her from her slumber. Patricia's eyes opened slowly, only to squeeze back close because of the light of day, even though it was dull outside. She opened her eyes again and the first thing she saw was a face above her's. It was also then she realized she was drenched from head-to-toe. Something wasn't right here. Her whole body ached too. What had happened to her? She tried to remember, but she was still too tired to think and had a headache also. However, she still managed to speak.

"Who are you? . . . Where am I?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

By the sound of her voice, it sounded like she had not used it in ages. She honestly didn't know how lost she was.

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The girl eventually opened her eyes and stared wildly at Kestrel, a mixture of confusion, sadness and fear manifesting in her expression. She opened and closed her eyes a few times as if to confirm what she was seeing was real. She began to speak, her voice hoarse and slurred, as if she hadn't talked to another human being for years:
"Who are you? . . . Where am I?"

"They call me Kestrel." Kestrel answered, "You're in Fvorg, on the coast of Gar. Your accent and clothing are unlike any I have ever come across, where exactly are you from? Never mind that for now, you ought to come back to the inn with me, you're hardly inconspicuous."
Kestrel stood, gestured for the strange girl to follow him and walked back in the direction of the inn. Daphelia had probably woken up by now and was just as likely to be wondering where he was. Perhaps she would know where this girl was from, she must have had people from all over the place coming in and out of the manor whom Kestrel hadn't noticed. Her studies may have referenced people from this girl's background occasionally.

As Kestrel walked down the streets on his way back to the inn, he came across a patrol of guards. Unsurprisingly, one of the guards had to make a comment about his race, referring to him as a "Sandskin". How narrow-minded and ignorant the Garthians were. The group was composed of the usual, a few swordsmen, a musketeer and a lancer. One of the sword-wielders didn't quite fit the pattern, she was a young woman with very little armour and wild, blonde hair. Women were uncommon in Gar's army, most didn't even have jobs. Kestrel just ignored the guard's comment and continued walking, retaliating against a lawman would bring him nothing but trouble.

It only took another minute or so to reach the inn again, Kestel opened the door and ushered for the strange girl to enter. Once she was inside, Kestrel sat down at the table where Daphelia appeared to be waiting.
"Apologies for disappearing in such a manner," Kestrel began, "I just decided to go for a quick morning stroll in order to wake myself up entirely. I found this girl washed up on the beach, she seemed confused and lost so I could hardly abandon her to her fate. I don't suppose you know where she might be from or what we could do with her, do you?"

The setting changes from Gar to Taakeira

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Patricia didn't say a word to the stranger for she was too lost in her own little world to pay attention. This couldn't be real! It just couldn't. Maybe she was still asleep. Yes! That was it, she was still asleep. Of course she never had such a complicated dream before where she was smelling things she never saw or seen anything like it.

"I must be dreaming . . . I must be dreaming . . . ." she kept mumbling to herself, unaware that she was doing so.

Without thinking she followed the stranger . . what was his name . . oh right, he said it was Kestral. What kind of name was that? On and on unanswered questions swirled into her mind. She didn't even realize that they came about a town or city or some kind of place. She also didn't see all the stares she was receiving too because she was still trying to figure out what was going on. Patricia was knocked out of her reverie though when she was inside some place. She finally looked at her surroundings. Now where was she? This dream was just getting too weird! The people looked like they came from the Middle Ages. Patricia was so caught up in looking around, she was even aware of Kestral talking to someone. Her eyes widen as she turned around and backed up, only to trip over something, and fall down hitting her head on something hard as she landed on her rear end.

"OWOWOWOW!! When did one get hurt in a dream?!" she hollered.

This couldn't be a dream now, for she remembered that if it was a dream, you couldn't get hurt. Suddenly reality sunk in and she felt a coldness inside her. It was then she remembered where Kestral said they were. He said they were in Fvorg right? There was no place like that in the USA. It sounded Scandinavian, but Patricia had recently been to that area for vacation and people never dressed like they did here. Oh gosh where was she?!

"Oh gosh this just can't be real! I want to go home!" she cried.