cultural architect, demonic scholar, tabitha montfort

sole daughter of the Montfort Estate & esteemed associate of the bureau

rules & considerations ,

her eyes remain closed to them.               the things that linger. the things that taint. the things that grasp desperately at what remains. her dainty fingers wrap around the hilt of a dagger, she's made use of it once or twice. merely ready your arm, thrust and twist, Lady Montfort.
let some of that innocence go, Tabitha, there's always a little bit more left to lose.

   RULE ONE.
preferably be 21+, im nearly thirty myself so i prefer my writing partners to be in that similar bracket (or older)
   RULE TWO.
no tolerance for misogyny, anti-LGBT ideology, racism, ableism, fatphobia, anti-indigenous attitudes, or zionism
   RULE THREE.
zero interest with interacting with anyone who uses gen AI assets/usage of chatgpt or derivatives, you can and should do better. create your own work.

   A PRIMER.
Tabitha is a character based around dark/horror themes, and her brusque personality and skillset reflect this. As such, she's very much suited for long-term rp where she can allow her skills (and wit!) to be used to their fullest. however, she can absolutely engage in short scenes as well with no issues.
   STYLE.
I'm comfortable matching the length of whomever I happen to be writing with, though left to my own devices I can comfortably write multiple paragraphs depending on the scene.

   TALK, TALK.
Above all else, I value open communication. If there's ever any issues or concerns, send a tell! We're all adults playing dolls here, and there's a measure of respect everyone deserves (to a point). If vibes are good I'm more than happy to share codes and discord as well.

   THE WRITER.
age : thirties
pronouns : she/her
timezone : UTC−6 / central
the Homestay – a repository of my other characters

back to work, Miss Montfort ,

the click, click, click of Miss Montfort's gait is unmistakable. a woman so boundless yet unknowable. her entire being, a formula, mastered to the finest detail. 'she is married to her work' her colleagues whisper as she passes by.         never allowing herself a moment of reprieve. 'to sit idly is to allow the unknown to remain as such', she will casually admit. to toil is her namesake, her inheritance, and she bears it proudly.

GENERAL .•   name   :   Tabitha Montfort
•   age   :   twenties
•   pronouns   :   she/her
•   orientation   :   pansexual, poly
•   ethnicity   :   Miqo'te ( Kokkish )
•   occupation   :   traveling occultist,
field researcher for the Bureau of Cultural Observation and Preservation
PHYSICAL .•   eyes   :   cheesecake
•   hair   :    chestnut
•   height   :   162cm
•   weight   :   "such rudeness."
•   build   :   soft, somewhat thin
•   skin   :   pale,
little in the way of imperfections
•   clothing   :   practical, yet opulent
MENTAL .•   traits   :   efficient, punctual,
competent
•   likes   :   her work, a single glass of wine, fine etching, card games, perfectly-fitted clothing
•   dislikes   :  jokes at her expense, dry skin, pretending, the arrogance specifically bred among fellow scholars

BACKGROUND.•   birthplace   :   Sharlayan
•   current residence   :
wherever she is required
•   family   :   Purnell Montfort (mother), Amaury Broyes (father)
•   significant other   :   [audience laughing]
•   children   :   [audience booing]
space + POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :
assertive, knows exactly what she wants at a moments notice, an exceptional magical talent, diligent, as no-nonsense as one could possibly be, exceptionally dressed, has impeccable table manners. professional, to a fault. can handle most things thrown at her (she's been through worse).
space - NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES :
obsessive, bullish, a penchant for being passively rude (she is unaware of this behavior), get fairly intense headaches rather easily, stand-offish, gives very little credence to the plights of the ignorant, prone to brief fits of fancy, any miniscule amount of emotional stress will render her either non-verbal or extremely bristly, often skirts around certain codes of ethics.

SILENT ISLES ― A short story. ~ Tabitha enjoys her yearly visit to her mother's estate.

PEDIGREE.
Tabitha Montfort, born on a quiet & snowy evening on the isle of Sharlayan, truly the apple of her mothers eye. Adept with magics at an early age, she was the very spitting image of the great Purnell Montfort, her prowess catching the eyes of many. As sharp as she was odd, she excelled in her studies both in the Studium and in her admiralty academy. Though her education would come to a halt when the moon came crashing down upon the star.
WHAT COMES AFTER.
The Calamity was a catalyst of many things, forgoing everything and following footsteps into the licking flames of war. It meant keeping those wide, unerring eyes locked on the horizon for hours on end, bearing witness to blood, viscera. Toppled buildings and misplaced limbs. Sleep could mean death for many, and still Tabitha holds an exact count, down to the minutes, of how long she can stay awake before passing out. The details of her actions are sparse, as they should be, it's best to stick to what's in the history tomes. It's all cleaner, more heroic. Tabitha made it home, does it particularly matter how bloodied her hands were?
IMPOSSIBLE ANGLES.
what remains is charred,
gone from any tangible record
Tabitha was always here, working dutifully

follow her in, to where you should not tread ,

her chest beats with a feeling most indescribable. the rush of something far greater fills her when it would otherwise grind away at those lesser.
that's why she was chosen, after all. myriad doors close, a single remains propped open. 'she struggled in the trials' and yet she is here, Tabitha has always been here.         we gather what remains of ourselves and pursue that madness, it is all that we deserve, after all. 'nay, you are precisely what we require you to be, Tabitha.'

   THE EMPTY.
The Montfort Estate has a quiet renown in Sharlayan, and for much of her early life she spent it wandering the winding halls of the Bibliotec. She wasn't around much after the Calamity, but perhaps you remember her from those halcyon days in the Studium. Or perhaps you simply understand that she is a woman of knowledge, and wish for her to lend an ear, or she wishes to know something of import that only you can provide.
Charmed to make your acquaintance.
   BUSYBODY.
You've worked with her in the past, perhaps served alongside her in either the Dalmascan or Bozjan fronts, or have at least witnessed her in her element. Perhaps she's interviewed you, probed for questions or the whereabouts of something mundane, mundane to you, anyway. Now you see her again, or for the first time, she seems busy and you wish to lend a hand.
How nice, a second pair of eyes does finish the job twice as fast.

   WHAT LAYS BELOW.
Tabitha doesn't try to hide that she is capable in many realms, and the varying array of odd magical tomes she keeps strapped to her hip do naught but to corroborate that fact.
Tabitha is an occultist, she has witnessed much, and survived it to this point. Perhaps you're tormented in your own right, you find that her expertise would be the right fit for you. Or perhaps you're of a demonic nature yourself, and find issue with her very presence.
Keep your eyes open, and Twelvessakes do not drop your damned ward.
   CONTEMPORARIES.
A few papers on cultural assimilation here, a small handful of anthropological studies there, a select amount of transcribed texts with her name in the byline. Tabitha has many published works under her belt, and is rather efficient in the manner of which she creates such pieces of work. Perhaps you've need for a writer with a deft hand, or someone with connections to get your own pieces to more eyes, quickly.
Be sure to stretch thoroughly beforehand, many bright minds have been lost to wrist injuries.

   PILLARS OF SALT.
A fact she seldom hides, Tabitha has a great appreciation for historical treatises on Mhachi society. The city-state itself, and the greater Yafaem Saltmoor, are of massive interest to her. Perhaps you've some long-lost text she would need to bargain for, or perhaps you've a much greater connection that she could sink her teeth into.
I frequently feel as if I was born in the incorrect era, don't you ever consider such things?
   THE WHIMS OF FATE.
Or perhaps you have other aims for her altogether, she is a piece to a grand puzzle that even she isn't aware of yet. Her ears are always listening, eyes always watching.
You need merely affirm your mandate, and ensure you are worth her time.
Oh? You have need of me? Come, do not leave me wanting.