Wendy Joyce (AKA The Great Dionysia)
By Moe Lane
|Corporeal Forces: 1
|Ethereal Forces: 2
|Celestial Forces: 3
Skills: Alchemy/1, Emote/3, Enchantment/2,
Hypnotism/2, Lying/2, Knowledge (Sorcery/1,
Research/1), Language/1 (Latin), Ranged Weapon/1
Extra Rites: None
Vessels: Standard human
Sorcery Rituals: Banish/2 (Banish), Command/2 (Suggest), Exorcise/1
(Exorcise Ghost), Focus/2 (Protective Ward, Sacrifice
Power. Forbidden knowledge. Gratification of every
whim. My, my, that sorcerer talked a good game.
Wendy used to be just another faceless anthropology
student. This annoyed her greatly: after all, was she
not one of the prettiest and smartest kids in high
school? Alas, nobody cared when she hit college. She
buckled down to work, and did adequately well (she is
very bright, for a human), but it still bothered her
that she couldn't get what she wanted, just because
she wanted it. When one of her professors noticed her
combination of egotism, resentment and ability, her
recruitment into the dark arts was inevitable.
Wendy didn't enjoy being an apprentice sorcerer much.
Her 'mentor' wasn't a particular nice man, even by the
loose standards of his fellow hobbyists, and made it
clear that tutoring Wendy would come with a price.
The sex wasn't a problem: tantric rituals have their
points. However, doing the ironing, cleaning, cooking
and generally acting as an unpaid servant to her
mentor was downright insulting. Plus, well, the
sorcerer was an old man, and there's a limit to what
disadvantages tantric rituals can hope to overcome.
Still, Wendy persevered, gritting her teeth every step
of the way and stealing peeks at her mentor's books
Things came to a head after about a year or so. It
would seem that her mentor, having slowly but surely
gotten more egotistical from having such an attractive
concubine catering to his whims, finally went too far
in one of his Summoning rituals. Wendy learned the
First Rule of sorcery that night: "Do not call up what
you cannot put down". Burning house, burning
sorcerer, disgusting smells, fire trucks, police
sirens - and there was Wendy, stuck in the middle of
it all with a severed goat head and a wardrobe that
would make a Servitor of Lust shiver from the cold.
Has it been mentioned yet that she was attending a
Well, after that night, she wasn't - and she got a
(accurate) feeling that one or two of the faculty had
put two and two together and come up with "trafficker
in black magic". It seemed prudent to run - fast -
which was probably wise of her, all things considered.
These days, Wendy ekes out a living as 'The Great
Dionysia', mentalist and hypnotist in a fifth rate
traveling carnival. Her act consists mostly of
getting people acting moderately uninhibitedly: she
knows the basics of hypnotism, actually, but mostly it
all comes down to suggestion and the low-cut costume
she routinely wears. It's a living, but not much of
one. She'd drop it in a second if she was sure that
she wasn't still on some Vatican hit list (Wendy is
fairly paranoid about the Catholic Church). She'd
also like to find another source of sorcerous lore,
but she hasn't found one yet.
Wendy isn't a very nice person, herself. She's vain,
amoral, absolutely self-centered and quietly arrogant
(one thing that Wendy has learned to do is to keep her
mouth shut and fume in private). She'll make a great
sorcerer some day, if she can only find someone to
teach her sufficient rituals to become more than an
annoyance. Any sorcerer worth his or her salt (or any
demon on good terms with Fate) will find her to be a
willing pupil: she'd make a decent enough servant for
anyone else who can use someone of her limited skills.
Angels trying to straighten her out will find the
task incredibly frustrating: so much so, in fact, that
they'll probably start musing about the fact that the
Purifiers have an unlisted 1-800 number...
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