Janinka Ironbelly (Nivel 1) mail warning

Welcome to my butcher shop!

What you mean? Ah, I see. You've probably never seen a ghoul running a butcher's shop. Well, there is a first time for everything. I just love meat so much. If I didn't like to prepare, grill and cook it, I would probably eat it completely on my own.

Personality

Core Traits:

Composed and Charismatic: Despite being a ghoul, Janinka carries herself with grace. She’s confident and self-assured, using her poise to put customers at ease. Her calm, melodic voice contrasts her eerie red eyes and unsettling aura.

Darkly Humorous: She has a wicked sense of humor — she’ll joke about “fresh cuts” or “prime meat” with a knowing grin, testing how much her customers can stomach.

Meticulous and Proud: Janinka treats butchery as both a craft and an art form. Her knives are always spotless, her displays immaculate. She believes quality and presentation reflect one’s soul.

Secretive but Loyal: While she hides her ghoul nature from most humans, those who earn her trust discover a fiercely loyal friend. She protects her circle with near-predatory devotion.

Morally Gray: She follows her own moral code — she doesn’t harm innocents, but she’s not above acquiring “questionable” meat through magical or shady means when her hunger gets the better of her.

💀 Personality in Daily Life

At work: Polite, efficient, and eerily professional. She hums old lullabies while cutting meat, a habit that unnerves newcomers.

Outside work: Enjoys late-night walks under the moon, often chatting with spirits or stray magical creatures.

With friends: Surprisingly gentle and protective, though she teases relentlessly.

When provoked: Her calm demeanor fractures — her eyes glow brighter, and her ghoul instincts surface, revealing the predator beneath.

Abilities, Skills

🩸 Species: Ghoul (Ironbelly Lineage)

Ghouls in this world aren’t mindless flesh-eaters — they are beings who straddle the line between life and death, sustained by vital essence found in flesh. They are feared, but many live functional lives through discipline, magic, and trade.

⚰️ Innate Species Abilities

1. Necrotic Regeneration
   Janinka can rapidly heal from physical injuries by consuming meat or ambient life energy. Her wounds close in seconds, though doing this in public is taboo.

2. Lifesense
   She can “smell” the life essence of living beings — their vitality, age, and even magical potential. In the dark, she doesn’t need sight; she perceives the “pulse” of living and other things around her.

3. Fleshcraft Instincts
   A remnant of ancient ghoul magic — she can manipulate flesh on a small scale. Janinka can knit muscle, preserve meat unnaturally well, and even repair damaged organs in others (though at a cost to her energy).

4. Moon Hunger
   Her hunger intensifies under the full moon. During this time, she must consume essence or risk slipping into a feral trance. This is when she locks herself in her cellar… or “works late” at the shop.

5. Agelessness
   Ghouls stop aging upon their transformation. Janinka’s youthful appearance hides over a century of experience.

🔪 Personal Skills & Traits

1. Master Butcher & Anatomist
   Her skill with a blade is unmatched. She can dismantle in moments, using precision cuts that waste nothing. She knows anatomy better than most surgeons — both human and beast.

2. Essence Alchemy
   Janinka blends necromantic magic with culinary alchemy. Using special salts, runes, and herbs, she can extract the magical essence from meat to create “blood tonics,” revitalizing broths, or enchanted cuts that restore vitality or temporarily grant strength.

3. Social Manipulation
   A century among humans taught her subtlety. Janinka can read body language and emotional “scent,” allowing her to charm, intimidate, or unnerve others with surgical precision.

4. Silent Predator
   Even without overt aggression, she moves with supernatural grace — quiet as shadow, fast as a heartbeat. Her reflexes are catlike, and she can strike lethally if cornered.

5. Blood Temperance
   Through decades of discipline, Janinka learned to control her hunger. She can go weeks without feeding, relying on her alchemical mixtures — but doing so makes her colder, her emotions dull, her eyes more crimson.

🩶 Personal Weaknesses & Limits

Craving for Vital Essence: Prolonged abstinence leads to madness or decay. Her hands begin to tremble, her teeth ache, and her polite veneer cracks.

Iron Vulnerability: The “Ironbelly” lineage has a strange curse — direct contact with cold iron burns her flesh, disrupting her magic.

Emotional Detachment: Her longevity makes forming human attachments painful; she fears watching mortals age and die.

Full Moon Frenzy: Once a month, her control wavers. She avoids company and isolates herself for everyone’s safety.

Origin

Long before she opened her humble butcher shop beneath the lanterns of the night market, Janinka Ironbelly came from a distant mountain village known for its ancient trade of stonecraft and rune-engraving. The people there believed that every material — from the softest flesh to the hardest ore — carried a hidden pattern, a rhythm that could be understood and shaped by those who listened carefully enough.

Janinka was born with that gift. As a child, she could “hear” the quiet pulse within things — the way metal hummed when heated, the way herbs whispered when cut. The elders said she had the ear of the earth, and they taught her to work with precision, patience, and reverence.

When she grew older, she left her mountain home to apprentice under a renowned culinary alchemist in the great city of Luthenmar. There, she discovered that food and magic could be one and the same — that flavor, energy, and essence could be balanced like notes in a song. Her skill with a blade made her a natural butcher, but she turned the craft into something higher: an art of understanding life’s rhythm through the careful preparation of meat and bone, herb and spice.

Over time, Janinka’s mastery drew attention. People whispered that her cuts stayed fresh for weeks, that her broths healed fatigue, that her ingredients carried warmth even in winter. Some called it luck, others enchantment — but Janinka simply called it respect for the material.

When she opened her own shop in the Lantern District, she made a simple rule: everything she sold must nourish body and spirit alike. Her customers — human and magical alike — came not only for her wares but for her calm presence. She spoke little, but her eyes always seemed to understand more than her words revealed.

Now, beneath the moonlight, she still works long into the night, surrounded by the gentle hum of her tools and the warm glow of her lamps. Her knives gleam, her spices shimmer faintly with enchantment, and she hums the old songs of her village — reminders of a past shaped not by sorrow, but by the quiet pursuit of harmony between magic, craft, and life itself.

The Luthenmar Evening Chronicle

Date: 14th of Harvestmoon, Year 842 A.M.
Section: Local Life & Trades
Title:

“The Lady of Blades: A Visit to Janinka Ironbelly’s Enchanted Butcher Shop”

By Marlen Osvet, Staff Correspondent

In the winding Lantern District of Luthenmar, where the glow of alchemical lamps mingles with the soft scent of spice and smoke, there stands a modest little shop whose crimson awning catches the eye of every passerby. Its sign reads simply:

“Ironbelly’s Fine Cuts & Provisions.”

Step inside, and you’ll find yourself in a place quite unlike any other butcher in the city. The air is cool, fragrant with herbs, and carries the faint hum of enchantment. Behind the polished counter stands the proprietor herself — Janinka Ironbelly, a tall woman with silver-white hair and eyes as bright as garnets.

Miss Ironbelly greets every customer with a quiet smile and a bow of the head. Her voice is soft, melodic, and carries the confidence of someone who has spent a lifetime mastering her craft. “Everything here,” she says, “is prepared with respect. Each cut tells a story.”

From dawn till moonrise, Janinka’s day follows a meticulous rhythm. The mornings are for preparation — sharpening her blades, brewing her preservation tonics, and visiting the market for select herbs. She speaks with farmers and hunters alike, ensuring each supplier understands her exacting standards. “Freshness,” she explains, “isn’t about time. It’s about intention.”

By midday, the shop fills with its regulars — magisters, merchants, and apprentices — all seeking her signature blends: Ironbelly’s Essence Sausages, Runetouched Jerky, and her famous Moonlight Stew Base, which locals claim can cure exhaustion after a long day of spellwork.

Each order is handled with care. She measures by feel, seasons by instinct, and occasionally whispers a short charm under her breath — not for show, but for balance. “Magic,” she tells me, “is only seasoning. The true flavor comes from understanding.”

Evening is when the Lantern District shines brightest, and so does her shop. Patrons linger longer then, drawn by the golden glow and the faint music that drifts from within — an old mountain song she hums while she works.

Though she rarely speaks of herself, her customers tell stories in her stead. Some say she once studied under the Royal Culinary Guild, others that she learned ancient preservation rites from forest spirits. Janinka never confirms nor denies such tales; she only smiles that small, knowing smile of hers.

When asked why she chose butchery, she simply replied:

“Because the knife teaches precision, patience, and respect — three things the world could always use more of.”

As the moon rises over Luthenmar and the lamps flicker to life, one might pass her shop and catch a glimpse through the window: Janinka at her counter, silver hair gleaming under the lanternlight, working steadily, gracefully, as if every motion were part of an unspoken ritual.

And for those who’ve tasted her work, they’ll tell you — it isn’t just food she sells. It’s warmth, care, and a strange, comforting sense of calm that lingers long after you’ve left her little shop on the corner.

My Butcher Shop~

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