Darcy Fitzgerald

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Darcy is fluent in Quori, Common, and Sylvan. She learned Sylvan during her private tutoring lessons but honestly has had very little reason to actually use the language in day-to-day life. The other languages were spoken conversationaly in her home as a child. She doesn't speak Quori aloud unless there is a good reason for it, as she's never sure who may hear and what their motives may be.

Perhaps because of her empathetic nature, and the psychic connection with others afforded to her by her race, Darcy has always found she had a way with words. Or at least, that's what people told her. In her teenage years this manifested as a compulsive need to write, and she began filling scrolls of parchment with lyrics and poetry that she could no longer keep inside of herself. Most of the time, these songs are the clearest windows into how she feels or what she thinks. She writes all of her own songs, composes all of her own music, and does much of the stage directing for her shows herself.

Darcy has always had some level of psychic intuition and knowledge. She easily picks up on the moods of those around her, whether she wants to or not, and can use the knowledge she quietly gleans to her advantage. It is her nature to play to what she senses in others, in order to please them, keep herself safe, and gain advantages and information that may be useful to her in one way or another.

Even before communing with her patron, Darcy was good at getting what she wanted out of people. It was often the only source of control she had over anything in her life, and it had long ago become necessary to find ways to make sure she could secure her needs, her safety, her comfort in any given situation. That predisposition became enhanced - and considerably darker - when she stumbled upon the one who gave her her power.

History

Born the first of two daughters to Cedric Keyes - a human - and his Kalashtar wife - Alatash - Dartash was also the first of two disappointments. Cedric and Alatash had always hoped that their children would serve as emissaries of a sort. Individuals who could rise through the ranks in a world where empires could topple and rebuild thrice in one day, and that they would be able to carry their parents - who had always been relegated to the gutters of Oldkeep - with them. Instead they had daughters, with Regina (their father refused yet another Kalashtar name in the family) trailing three years behind her sister.

They lived in a one bedroom basement apartment with a door which opened onto a busy trade street where their mother would sell the things she could scavenge while their father worked all manner of grotesque jobs on the docks to feed his alcoholism. In their youngest days they were largely left to their own devices, with Dartash being the sole caregiver for Regina, and no one there to tell her if what she was doing was good, or right, or safe. After so much freedom it was difficult for her to adjust when, at the age of eight, her father announced she was going to have tutors. There was no discussion between her parents of how they could afford such a costly thing. Even as an adult, Dartash chooses not to think on what means he might have used to secure the funds.

Suddenly there were people who cared - in very curious ways - about how many books she could balance upon her head. They wanted her to speak another language (Sylvan of all things), to know by heart which fork to choose at dinner. It seemed as though her father had resigned himself to having to propel a young woman up the ladder of status instead of the son he had always wanted. The only trouble was Dartash didn’t want any part of it.

She attended the lessons, spoke the words, walked and dressed and moved the right ways, but as she grew so did her rebellion. The Quori voice that came to her often attempted to calm her, to dissuade her from fighting back, but she stifled it as much as she could. Her mother was calm. Quiet. Happy to sit by and watch her children handled roughly by their father. So afraid of being caught and slaughtered for who she was that she clung to a violent man - a man who would sooner push her down a flight of stairs than listen to her dreams - for protection.

Still, she had nowhere else to go. No funds to support herself with, and no connections to hire her for any sort of reputable work. So at sixteen, when her father began to set up meetings with potential husbands for her, though Dartash rebelled as much as she could (and had the broken bones, scratches and bruises to prove it), she had little choice but to submit.

Dartash was married at 17 to Arthaine Fitzgerald, a 62 year old human man who lived in Fairhaven in Aundair, and seemed to want nothing more than to have a young wife to show off to the other wealthy members of his community.

Just five years after their marriage, during which Dartash had been cut off from all of her family and former friends, Arthaine died of natural causes in his sleep. As they did not share quarters, a member of the staff was the one to find him. In the wider community, Dartash received much scorn and criticism and was thought to have poisoned her husband in order to inherit his fortune. The papers ran with the story. Six months after the will was settled, with Dartash receiving a large percentage of the estate, she vanished - along with the money she’d been left and a few items from the home they had shared.

Little is known of what happened to Dartash during this time, except that she came upon her patron (who she doesn't care to name) in a place (which she doesn't care to talk about). Only Abe, and to some extent Beans, are very familiar with this period of her life, and she prefers it that way.

Dartash moved back to Sharn near her 28th birthday and bought a sprawling home in Highwater with a portion of her funds. She changed her name to Darcy Fitzgerald to distance herself from her past and began singing at clubs in the city. Over the years she established a reputation for herself and moved up in the entertainment scene. Her singing and songwriting gained her a reputation, as well as her ability to seemingly enchant her listeners.

She is currently working at Club Qube in University. Her partner, Reynard, runs the club and is actively attempting to move up in the local crime syndicates. Together they deal in secrets under the table, providing important information to other criminals and collecting intelligence that could benefit them in the future.

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