Sandra Thompson

Sandra Thompson
Sandra Thompson
Player: @Therra Arcson
Origin:	Magic
Archetype:	Mastermind
Security Level:	'
Server:	Confidential
Personal Data
Real Name:	Sandra Thompson
Known Aliases:	Sandra, Narcissea
Species:	Human
Age:	31
Height:	5'6
Weight:	1*cough*
Eye Color:	Grey
Hair Color:	Black
Biographical Data
Nationality:	US national
Occupation:	Archaeologist, heroine
Place of Birth:	'
Base of Operations:	Paragon
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	'
Known Powers
Magic-based necromantic, toxins
Known Abilities
'
Equipment
Hat.
Person of interest to Midnighters. Professor of Archaeology.

Background

Empowerment

Sandra was a graduate student in her university's archaeology program, focusing on ancient middle eastern societies. Studying under a world renowned archaeologist, when she got the chance to go with him on a unique, unusual dig at a site in Egypt, she jumped at the chance. She was one of only three students going for a solid month into the middle of the desert, but it was a chance of a lifetime - helping this man probe into what looked like a mysterious temple complex would be one heck of a start to her career.

Her friends suggested what he wanted to uncover and probe into was her. She just smirked - she wouldn't mind that, either. She looked up to him, he was well off - she could do worse there, too. Besides, desert nights can get cold.

When they got to the site, they saw that the dunes had shifted and done some of the tedious work for them already. It proved to be a very rich and well preserved site, and when they uncovered the doorway in the first week, everyone celebrated. Sandra started her affair with the professor that night over a bottle of wine, looking forward to a long and rewarding career.

What she didn't know was that he was keeping in mind a way to make the dig profitable, as well - and that his would be partners had heard of what he'd found already and decided to cut out the middleman.

The attack came a few days later as the sun was setting. Sandra was in a tent cataloging several of the finds, including an odd headdress and statuary, when she heard the trucks - and the gunshots. Charles, her fellow student (and her next pick if the professor hadn't been interested) told her to stay put and ran out to see what was happening. She had no problem with doing that, taking a nearby knife and ducking behind a crate. All she heard were more gunshots and screams.

A few minutes later, the professor and one of the locals they'd hired as a digger came into the tent to hide. Both were badly wounded. When he saw Sandra, the Professor grew grim and warned her not to let them find her. As he did, the bandits - grave robbers - entered. They yelled something at the professor in Arabic - Sandra caught something about a deal - and executed the digger. When they didn't like his answer, they shot the professor as well.

Sandra felt sick. She felt afraid, and angry, but didn't think she'd do much with the old knife she had. She suspected what her fate at these bandits hands would be. And felt a twinge of sadness that all that they'd found would go unreported, lost to history and fated to end up hidden in some collector's vault never to be seen again. All this, with her disbelief that the professor could be dead and *right there,* - well, it was the first freshly-killed body she'd seen - washed over her.

As did a pull. She felt ... something. An urge to put on that odd headdress. A feeling it would let her do... something.

The bandit turned at the sound of the artifact being pulled off the table. She saw the ugly look he had and heard what he thought - but didn't care, as a power washed through her. Behind the bandit, the professor and the digger... got up.

The bandit didn't stand a chance.

Neither did his friends, as their victims took their revenge.

Sandra grabbed the camera, the notes, and one or two other items and fled into the desert. She'd remember this night differently for years, the leftover thoughts of betrayal from the entity controlled by the headdress merging with her own.

Adventure

A few camps and villages would have tales of attacks over that month, attacks from monsters, ghuls and demons - these sites also happening to be related to the raiders who had attacked the camp. Sandra finally emerged, having been thought dead, the site buried again by desert sands.

Sandra - going by Narcissa, now - had made agreements with the spirit bound to the artefacts. She wouldn't need them, but would find herself fighting for control with him at times. He'd been used in the past, and wanted to learn of this world and find certain items of power. She ... didn't disagree. She hated feeling helpless, and power - and money, as there would be items of worth she'd find in her searching - sounded good.