Fidget



Everyone has to leave the nest sometime.... fortunately, Fidget is just leaving because she's old enough at last.

Finally having come of age, recognized as an adult by local law, Fidget is setting out on her own to have an adventure! Knowing, mind you, what this entails. Danger! treasure! Excitement! Musty dungeons! All manner of things that could go wrong and likely would! How could she have anything else, with all this excitement? It had her eager to leave, and made her want to be ready, come the day she could.

She served for five years with the local militia, training with her father and brother and their kin, and their friends, and their friends' kin. You get the idea. Regardless, they developed tactics suited to protecting themselves, almost a martial art in its own right, and they had a simple, effective means of fighting alone or in small groups. And Fidget, well, she was an effective member of the group, with her spear and her magic.

Oh yes, she does know some magic... white magic, after a fashion. She can heal moderate wounds, or lessen severe ones enough for conventional healing to take better effect. And she has been trained in field medicine and a bit more, having been appointed her squad's healer pretty much by default. As well, she has a few light-based spells... summon light, detect evil, repel undead. But that's the extent of it, aside from her healing spells.

Anyway! She's off to see the world! or at least certain parts of it. Plenty of profit, plenty of adventure, plenty of enjoyment to be had, though there are, of course, plenty of risks. Still, she's confident that she can overcome them, or escape, with a little help if need be.

But... what of her nickname? Well, that's two parts tradition, and two parts affection, on the part of her family. She has entirely too much energy a lot of the time, and she is often, if not constantly, fidgeting and squirming on the spot. Simple enough, really. She prefers it to her real name(really, what kind of a name is Francis? Come on!), and will often give it instead, when asked.

So what is she up to? Well, nothing really. Just wandering around, at present, looking for a party that could use a healer that's not too.... bent. After all, she'd prefer to be able to trust people.
 
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