character :: Laura Hon
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The Requisite is not a fun place to be without some form of technology. Ray guns, antimatter pistols…something! But if you want to enter Mæden, you must press on without it. This is the world that Laura grew up in, and for a little while, she kind of liked it.
Her parents were local blacksmiths, choosing to carry on a family tradition that’d been forging forward strong for almost 100 years, traceable to the Llornage Fault. So, when Laura admitted to her father as a teen that she’d want to stray from the family business, no one left that conversation happy: but Laura did get her first taste of freedom. Instead, Laura had her sights set on travels across the Requisite, some kind of grand adventures: and she would get paid a hefty bounty to do such a thing as a Mercenary.
or a more exquisite wine.
Her training began early, and for ten long years she travelled alongside a legend: his name was Mikael and a great adventurer he was. He’d traversed the dangerous cliffs of the Urørliges, purchased grand gear from the Technelogia (a special interest to Laura), and was even said to have connections in the Vådlands. This was the life Laura wanted, and boy, did she get it. By the time her apprenticeship was over and she’d learned all there was to know, every Merc in the Cock Pocket knew her name. She could take on any grown man twice her size, and her father forged her heavy but effective Mædenclass armor just for her. There wasn’t a foe she couldn’t best for the right price.
And so, when a hefty bounty came her way placed on the head of the first-born son of the Sørensen family, Mathias Sørensen – Laura signed right up. It wasn’t a wonder why the boy had thousands of G up against his life: he was the second heir to the great Sørensen winery – a fabled place of grandeur that could only serve the exclusive Sky Pass citizens. Someone wanted him out of the picture: maybe the parents, maybe the older sister who seemed to be a social hermit.
Either way, Laura waltzed right up to the winery and offered her well-needed services as one of the many muscle-headed lackeys hired to keep the family safe. Her advances were denied; the family saw her type all the time wandering up to their doorstep, looking to ride the Sørensen gravy train to retirement. However, after a sizable chunk of their defense were mysteriously disposed of by a swindler by the name of Enzo, the family got a little desperate: and Laura is always there for a desperate buy or two.
As Laura got closer to the family, more and more opportunities arose to kill two birds with one stone: if she could discover the secrets of the Sørensen family before she killed Mathias, she could double up her profits and retire for good at the ripe old age of 29. So, Laura went poking around some areas she should not have been poking around.
By the time Laura began to work her magic on Mathias, hoping to seduce the widower in order to get closer to her target, a great tragedy befell the Sørensen estate: under the noses of all of these guards, hired mercenaries, and security galore…Camille Sørensen went mad of isolation and murdered her parents. Laura was one of the guards who found her, covered in blood screaming about something or another…and on the day of her execution, Mathias was all alone and in need of some company.
such finery comes at quite a cost.
Unsurprisingly, when Laura went to check on her bounty that had been set, someone had quietly retracted the offer. So it was family who put out the hit…none of those facts would pay Laura’s bills and the news was a terrible blow. She’d spent about six months deep into this job of a lifetime, and all be dammed she wouldn’t let this time slip away without some kind of pay day. Seducing the cocky bastard had been easy enough – he’d already been a fool and married twice. Getting the idiot to fall for her and propose would be an easy task, it’s not like she hadn’t used her body for jobs in the past…and if she could pull off this job, she’d be set for life.
It’s around this time, in the middle of a faked courtship, that Laura stumbles upon a body of evidence or two that might answer some unasked questions in her mind. Without warning, the situation she thought she had complete control of was pulled from under her feet, leaving Laura with an ultimatum that tasted to her much more bitter than the wine she greedily accepted.
