Anna Visone

Name:

Anna Visone

Occupation:

Sorceress

Place of Birth:

In a gypsy caravan somewhere near Turin.

Current Residence:

Palestine and North Africka.

Appearance:

A young woman, still in her late teens, with a deep tan and long, raven hair.

Childhood:

Born to a family of gypsies; sold to an adept of the Order of Prospero when her sorcerous talent was recognised.

Education:

Trained by Constantine of the Order of Prospero as they travelled the lands of Palestine and North Africka.

Virtue:

Not constrained by the logic of rational thought.

Vice:

A weakness for strong drink, for which she has no tolerance.

Style:

Colourful and flamboyant.

Personality:

Forthright and spontaneous.

Likes:

Freedom.

Dislikes:

Restrictions of any kind.

Most valued principle:

The freedom to travel where she will.

Most treasured possession:

Most valued person:

The memory of her mentor Constantine, though he is no longer alive.

Nemesis:

Slave traders.

Alliances:

Order of Prospero Second Compact Alliance

Romantic Life:

Anna takes love where it is offered honestly, but has no wish to be tied into any relationship that restricts her freedom.

Social Goal:

Professional Goal:

Romantic Goal:

Abilities:

Great - Sorcery , Perception Good - Courage , Education , Helmsmanship , Physician Poor - Exchequer , Social Graces

Order of Sorcery:

Order of Prospero

Lorebooks:

The Steersman's Compass The Ranger's Companion

Action most regretted:

Being unable to save Constantine when he was shot and killed trying to free slaves from their captors.

Proudest moment:

Hits :

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Damage Taken:

The Memoirs of Anna Visone

My name is Anna Visone, and I was born into an extended family of Romany who travelled from town to town somewher in the vicinity of the city of Turin. My earliest memories are of the dusty roads of Southern Italy. At an early age, the family recognised that I had a talent for magicks, moreso even than the wise woman of the tribe who could tell fortunes and cast blessings or the evil eye. Thus, when I was about six years old, I was sold as an apprentice to Constantine, an adept of the wandering Order of Prospero. Though he had paid good money for me, Constantine assured me that I was free to leave whenever I wished. At the time I was too young and unsure of myself, and would probably not have survived had I chosen to make my own way in life. Later, when I was older and more experienced, I chose to remain with him, eager to learn all that he had to teach. Perhaps too, there was the bond that had been forged between us while we journeyed across the Adriatic and through the Ottoman Empire.

As we travelled the desert wastes of Palestine and North Africka, it was Constantine who taught me to read and write and later the lore of the order. Together we visited the ruins of Massada, where he taught me spells from the book of lore known as The Steersman's Compass. We climbed the peaks of the Atlas Mountains, where I learned of the teachings to be found in The Ranger's Companion.

Sometimes we hired ourselves out to explorers or traders crossing the Great Saharan Desert. The only traders with whom Constantine would not work were those who dealt in human flesh. Whenever we encountered slave traffikers, my mentor would always use his talents to try and free the captives. On the last occasion, when I was sixteen years old, it cost him his life. As we tried to escape with the freed captives, he was hit in the back by a rifle bullet. His last act was to hide our tracks so that the slavers could not follow us, as he died in my arms. I never did tell him that over the years we had travelled together I had grown to love him.

For a time I chose to avenge Constantine's death, seeking out slave traders wherever I could, and that was how I first met Sir Sebastian. At the request of a French nobleman in Cairo, he was attempting to rescue the man's daughter from the auction block in the small fishing village of Oduyin on the Red Sea. Though obviously a gentleman, there was a roguish side to his nature that appealed to the gypsy in me. Together we disrupted the auction with a stampede of camels, and in the confusion were able to free the women from their plight before escaping in a steam launch. Once we had restored Jacqueline de Neuilly to her father the Compte and the other girls to their families, he introduced me to the Second Compact Alliance.