Doe
the
Dreamwalker
What if there were a way to turn your nightmares into victories? What would you do if you could turn dreams into sweet memories? What can an enemy do to guard against a visitor who haunts their dream world? Nothing.On first sight, there is nothing other-worldly or remarkable about Doe. Her quiet demeanor is what most people see, though it can be remarked that she vacillates between a look of thoughtful interest and misty day dreaming. Pale white hair, seemingly dipped in vermillion, along with ruby eyes may be the only thing to distinguish her from any other pale woman of her race. But everyone has stories to tell.If asked, Doe is willing to reveal more about her past now that it wasn't consuming her wholly. A past that was the only home she knew until a vision drew her to a room with a cage that changed her life and released her from the cage that was know as The Institute. Masquerading as a 'Mental Health Retreat' deep in the Shroud, The Institute is a home that houses the "gifted" people rounded up to be used for the various criminal enterprises concocted to funnel money to the boss and his trusted advisors: Men and women (who shall not be named here) who often masquerade as pillars of their community and are lauded for their generous philanthropy. There was never any one direct motive beyond wealth that Doe could discern, but her life had been mostly spent confined to the sprawling estate of The Institute and the woods just beyond. But if you want to know what those years contained...well, you'll have to ask the woman herself. Maybe while she's drunk. Or stoned. Possibly both if you want the unfiltered truth, but that isn't recommended for the faint of heart.Over the years, she had been trained to do many things for that company and given a variety of jobs where you may have encountered her before. Perhaps it was with a traveling fair where she invited goers inside of her tent and told them of their future with the turn of the Tarot card? Or if other cards were your vice, you may have seen her filling in for a house blackjack dealer at one of the seedier gambling establishments. But if your interests lie in wealthier establishments you may have remarked on the Raen playing a harp quietly in the corner of a restaurant, or even a dinner party. Much more rare would have been the few times she had been sent to fill in for one of the private entertainers at an exclusive night club.A chameleon. Jack of all trades and master of none. Do not let the darkness fool you - it takes a vicious black to shield such a light, and she is not afraid of either.Activities:
Performing music at a venue or in private
Hiring her as a temporary card dealer, hostess
Hiring her to dream walk for any reason"Shakespeare may say to 'swear not by the moon' but I rather enjoy the lunacy."
