Sousanna (Niveau 1) mail warning

I don't have any treasures worth plundering. At least that's what I think. So get out of my place right away.

Personality

🌩️ Core Traits:

Grumpy but Lovable: Sousanna is almost always pouting, grumbling, or muttering under her breath. But deep down, she has a soft spot—usually for small animals, weird snacks, or quiet moments under a tree.

Introverted: She despises unnecessary social interaction. If someone tries small talk, she’ll either ignore them or give them a sarcastic response.

Highly Intelligent (but hides it): Sousanna actually knows a lot—especially about magical runes, rare ingredients, and forgotten history—but she doesn’t like showing off. If people find out, they’ll ask her for help. And that’s annoying.

Easily Annoyed, Not Easily Scared: You can’t intimidate Sousanna. She’ll stare down a banshee or a fire drake like they’re just more noise in her day.

💭 What She Wants:

Peace and Quiet: A hut in the woods, surrounded by mushrooms and warded against visitors? Perfect.

A Simple Life: She doesn’t want glory, power, or drama. She just wants to nap, snack, maybe tend a garden of magical plants.

To Be Left Alone (…except maybe by that one person or creature she secretly likes).

🌀 Her Weaknesses:

Bad with Feelings: She’ll deny having any feelings at all, even when she clearly cares. Someone could give her a heartfelt gift and she’d grumble, “Great. Another thing I have to find space for.”

Stubborn to a Fault: Once she’s decided she’s annoyed by something (or someone), it takes a lot to change her mind.

Overprotective: If someone actually earns her trust? She’ll act like they’re a helpless kitten and constantly try to push them away “for their own good.”

🎭 Quirks:

Keeps a journal, but writes in ancient Cyclopean so no one can read it.

Has a pet rock golem named “Grubble” that she pretends she doesn’t care about.

Collects magical tea blends and organizes them alphabetically.

Abilities, Skills

🧠 Personal Skills & Abilities (Unique to Sousanna)

These reflect her interests, temperament, and secret talents:

1. Rune Mastery (Reluctant)

She has an uncanny understanding of ancient magical runes—especially ones linked to warding, protection, and nature.

She can cast quiet, powerful magic through subtle sigils, but refuses to do it unless absolutely necessary.

She's developed her own runes, but never shows them off.

1. Potion Brewing (For Practical Use)

Especially skilled in brewing herbal and alchemical concoctions—mostly teas, tonics, sleep draughts, and repellents (for both bugs and people).

Her potions have odd but very effective side effects (e.g., a calming tea that also makes your voice echo for an hour).

1. Emotional Sensing (Unwanted Talent)

She can “read” people emotionally, even if she doesn’t want to.

She often picks up on tension, lies, or fear, which she finds annoying and intrusive.

She has no filter when calling people out: “You’re lying. And you’re bad at it.”

1. Silent Strength

While she’s physically strong, she moves with surprising silence.

She can sneak up on people, not on purpose—just from habit. (She enjoys watching them jump.)

👁️ Species-Based Skills & Traits (Cyclops Abilities)

These are natural to her kind, though not all cyclopes are as refined as her.

1. Keen Perception via Single Eye

Her single large eye isn’t a weakness—it gives her:

Magical sight: She can see magical auras, detect illusions, and read residual enchantments.

Infra-sight: Able to see heat signatures or magical traces in the dark.

“Truthsight” (when focused): Can see through lies or glamours for a few seconds at a time.

1. Stoneborn Strength

Cyclopes are naturally immensely strong, capable of lifting boulders or forging weapons barehanded.

Sousanna mostly uses this to do things like rearrange her garden rocks or lift fallen trees from paths.

1. Resilience

Cyclopes have a high tolerance for magic, poison, and physical damage.

She’s almost immune to low-level enchantments or mind control, which just annoy her like a buzzing fly.

1. Natural Connection to Earth

Many cyclopes are deeply connected to earth magic. Sousanna:

Can coax plants to grow faster (especially mushrooms and moss).

Can cause minor tremors with her footsteps when angry (she hates when this happens in public).

Has a subconscious bond with stone—walls don't collapse near her, for example.

Origin

In the high reaches of northern Greece, where the mist clings to stone like old memory, there lies a place few mapmakers dare mark — Thrakonía, the Veiled Cliffs. There, hidden beyond twisting goat paths and silent pine forests, lived the Cyclopes of the Earth, a slow-moving, stubborn people with one eye and no time for nonsense.

Among them was born Sousanna, third daughter to the stone-singer Melanaea and the grumbling herbalist Thalmos, both formidable and weathered as the cliffs themselves. Her eye was sharp from the moment it opened, wide and gleaming with the eerie light of insight.

“She sees too much,” her grandmother whispered, after the baby fixed her with a stare like judgment.
“She pouts too much,” her father grunted. “Hasn’t even cried. Just scowled.”
“She’s a lily,” her mother decided, and so she was named Sousanna—after the flower that grows in the cracks of cliff faces, soft but unbreakable.

From the start, Sousanna was different. While her kin carved sacred glyphs into stone and sang to the mountains, Sousanna wandered in silence. She'd sit for hours watching moss grow between ancient ruins, tracing the worn runes with her fingertip, lips pressed in that familiar, irritated pout. Even as a child, she hated being interrupted.

Most cyclopes in Thrakonía were slow to act, quick to dismiss, and proud of it. But Sousanna? She noticed things. The way the protective runes around the mountain’s heartstone flickered on odd days. The subtle hum in the cliffs when no one else could hear it. The sudden silence in the birdsong near the sacred shrine.

The elders held a meeting. There was chanting. There was tea.

Sousanna stood in the middle of the stone circle, arms folded, eye narrowed.

“You’re all blind. Something took it. The mountain is unbalanced.”
The elder, a crumbling cyclops with mushrooms in his beard, just waved her off.
“Spirits shift. Seasons change. You’re still young, Sousanna.”
“I’m not wrong.”
“You’re always grumpy. No one listens to a pout.”

So she left.

No tearful goodbyes. No ceremony. Just packed her rune-carved satchel, muttered a curse or two under her breath, and disappeared into the wider magical world.

She’s been gone for years now. Wandering. Watching. Living alone in a hut grown from stone and lichen, surrounded by creeping vines and whispering mushrooms. Villagers think she’s a witch. Travelers call her a hermit. Sometimes, fools knock on her door asking for help.

She tells herself she doesn’t miss her home.
She tells herself she likes the silence.

But every now and then, when the wind carries the scent of pine and old stone, she pauses in her garden of lilies, staring toward the east.

And she remembers.

A Grumpy Rescue

The forest was silent except for ragged breaths and a faint rustling of leaves.

The adventurer stumbled through the underbrush, one hand pressed to a bleeding wound on his side. His vision blurred, mind clouded by pain and exhaustion. He was no stranger to danger, but this time, something had gone terribly wrong.

Ahead, a massive shape stood half-hidden among the mossy stones—a creature with one great eye that gleamed sharp in the dim light. The adventurer’s heart slammed. A monster.

“Stay back!” he gasped, staggering to his feet.

The cyclops blinked once, then narrowed that enormous eye, giving the faintest of pouts. She wasn’t in the mood for company, especially not a whining, bleeding human who looked half-dead.

“You’re a mess,” Sousanna muttered, voice low and flat like distant thunder.

“I—I’m not!” the adventurer insisted, though his voice cracked.

Sousanna grunted and stepped forward, towering over him. Without ceremony, she grabbed him under one arm with surprising gentleness and hoisted him from the ground.

“Dragging you back to my hut,” she declared, already turning away.

He tried to protest, but his legs gave out. Dizzy, he let himself be carried like a sack of stones.

The hut was rough-hewn, nestled between ancient trees and glowing faintly with wards and runes. Sousanna set him down on a simple cot and vanished into the back room, returning with a steaming herbal concoction in a chipped clay bowl.

“Drink this,” she commanded. “And try not to bleed all over my floor.”

The adventurer looked at her, wide-eyed. “Why are you helping me? I thought you’d... I don’t know, eat me or something.”

Sousanna snorted, folding her arms. “I’m not a beast. But if you’d stayed bleeding in the woods, you’d have been food for wolves or worse.”

She stalked toward the door, then paused, glancing back with a faint smirk.

“Next time, try not to look like roadkill.”
With that, she vanished into the trees, leaving him to recover in silence.

The adventurer lay on the cot, the herbal potion warming his belly and dulling the pain. Outside, the wind stirred leaves softly, but inside the hut was quiet — almost too quiet for comfort.

He wanted to thank her. Or ask her name. Or maybe just stay awake long enough not to get himself killed again.

Minutes passed. Then footsteps — heavy, deliberate. Sousanna returned, carrying a small basket filled with strange mushrooms, herbs, and roots.

“Eat this,” she said flatly, tossing it onto a wooden table. “Helps with pain. And don’t make me clean up if you puke.”

He swallowed hard and forced a smile, despite the ache spreading from his side.

“So… why do you live out here all alone? Don’t you ever get lonely?” he asked, wincing.

Sousanna blinked once, clearly annoyed by the question. “I don’t get lonely. I get annoyed when people show up. You’re no exception.”

The adventurer’s gaze wandered around the hut — shelves lined with odd trinkets, jars filled with glowing things, runes carved into the wooden beams.

“Looks like you’ve got a lot going on here.”

“Try not to touch anything,” she said, but her eye softened just a bit.

He was about to ask more, but a sudden sharp pain in his side made him gasp.

Sousanna was instantly by his side, her single eye scanning his wound.

“You’re worse off than I thought,” she muttered, already pulling out a thin needle and thread.

Before he could stop her, she began stitching the ragged cut with a practiced hand.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been adventuring without proper bandages.”

He swallowed a groan. “I underestimated the goblins.”

Sousanna snorted. “That’s… not surprising.”

The silence returned, this time less heavy. He watched her work, marveling at how something so grumpy could be so skilled and careful.

When she finished, she stepped back and crossed her arms.

“You’ll live. But next time, stop bleeding in the woods. I don’t have time for idiots.”

He smiled. “Thanks, Sousanna.”

She blinked. “Don’t say it like that again.”

And then, just like that, she sent him away. Because, to her, she had done enough.

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