Poppy Quickfoot
Poppy Quickfoot (a.k.a. Long Pocket)
I likes the look of that!
Poppy Longpocket, a halfling of Druid lineage, faced the harsh realities of life from a young age, transitioning from the peaceful embrace of the forest to the unforgiving streets of Laandaan. As an orphan, she honed skills that became her survival arsenal—stealing, charming, sneaking, and fighting. Poppy's resilience led her to thrive in the city's underbelly, earning a reputation for escaping any prison thrown her way. However, her life took a fateful turn.
In the turmoil of the city, Poppy's journey intertwined with a notorious figure known as the "Silver Fox," who became both mentor and companion in a crew bound by the thrill of danger. Together, they executed daring heists and formed an unbreakable bond. But as fate would have it, a catastrophic heist unfolded, shattering their world. The Silver Fox was captured, blaming Poppy for the downfall.
Devastated, she embarked on a path of solitude, adopting the role of a smuggler to distance herself from the ghosts of her past.
Poppy's life took an unexpected turn when she discovered a shipment of trafficked children, prompting her to break free from her shadowy existence and defy the criminal forces at play. As consequences loomed, she resolved to leave the city behind, only to find herself trapped in a dark cell, sent to the mines by the The Sanguine Seraphs. In the face of despair, she clung to the flickering hope of redemption.
Now, Poppy Quickfoot faces an uncertain future in the mines, reflecting on the choices that led her to this point. A once nimble and cunning smuggler, she grapples with the weight of her actions and dreams of a second chance.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Tonned yet petite, She considers herself the perfect model of womanhood, with pointed ears, cheek dimples and an enigmatic smile.
Identifying Characteristics
Her smile that can both get her in and out of trouble.
Apparel & Accessories
Her Dagger, Sling and now Druidic staff.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Poppy Longpocket's journey unfolded against the backdrop of a tumultuous life, born an orphan and thrust into the gritty streets of Laandaan. Unlike the serenity of her Druidic lineage, Poppy's early days in the city were a blur of survival instincts and the harsh realities of street life. After a traumatic event in the woods which stole her family from this plane of existance, she sought refuge in the city, hoping for safety and aid, only to find herself navigating a perilous urban landscape.
The city streets became Poppy's training ground, where she mastered the arts of stealing, charming, and fighting. Her resilience and resourcefulness soon caught the attention of the notorious "Silver Fox," a figurehead in the criminal underworld of Laandaan. Under his mentorship, Poppy's natural talents flourished, transforming her from a street urchin into the sneakiest rogue in the city. The Fox's crew became her new family, bound by a shared love for danger and survival.
Their criminal escapades reached a zenith with a meticulously planned heist, only to crumble into chaos as the Silver Fox was captured. Blamed for the failure, Poppy found herself navigating the shadows alone, becoming a lone smuggler to escape the haunting memories of her past. However, an encounter with trafficked children shattered her detached facade, compelling her to defy the criminal forces at play and draw attention to a deeper sense of morality within her.
As she attempted to leave the city behind, Poppy's past caught up with her, leading to imprisonment and an inevitable sentence in the dreaded Aether mines. Confined to a cold cell, she grappled with the weight of her actions and the consequences of her choices. The once nimble and cunning smuggler faced the bleak reality of the mines, a stark contrast to the thrilling heists of her past.
Employment
Who needs employment, she takes what she needs.
Mental Trauma
losing her family and village
Morality & Philosophy
I’m loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and
everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I
care.
Taboos
SHe doesn't consider anything a taboo.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
revenge and to make sure those that wronged her family get their cummupance. The best way to get me to do it is say I cant.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Has long left behind anyone she used to know, but has built up a trust with those she was incarcerated with.
Religious Views
She has yet to settle on her Druidic path, but the recent events in her life have focussed her resolve to follow in her grandmothers footsteps.
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
back to nothing right now.
Orphaned young, this forest halfling ended up on the city streets learning to steal, charm, sneak, pinch, fight, run, hide, and smuggle. Her quick wit and bravery do not match her size and trouble is never too far behind her.
View Character ProfilePersonal Details
| ALIGNMENT | Chaotic Good |
| AGE | 24 |
| DATE OF BIRTH | c1250 |
| CURRENT RESIDENCE | Lost |
| GENDER | Female |
| EYES | Green/Grey |
| HAIR | Brown |
| SKIN TONE | Light Tan |
| HEIGHT | 3’4” |
| WEIGHT | 19.5kg |
| KNOWN LANGUAGES | Common, Halfling, Theives Cant and Druidic |
Current Location
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Aligned Organization
Related Plots
Related Reports
- Session 1: Escape!
- Session 12: Let's count goats
- Session 13: Two stuffed Owlbears! Report
- Session 14 : What do you call a bear with two black eyes Report
- Session 2: The twin towns of the Whispering wood. Report
- Session 2.5: A quiet drink
- Session 3: Punch drunk
- Session 4: Dragon Rat
- Session 5: 4 men 1 hole
5 Dice turns into 5 fists
Today was a real rollercoaster. So, we were on the hunt for Vex, that half-orc and our leads brought us to this inn called the Gilded Pickaxe.
We got to the inn, and I couldn't help but notice a fancy-lookin' halfling who seemed like he'd had one too many. He challenged me to a drinking game and I couldn’t resist. I decided to put my skills to good use. Thanks to my quick fingers I scored some sweet coin. It got me excited and perhaps a bit too big for my boots.
I spotted a table of humans engrossed in a game of Five Dice. I couldn't resist the temptation. Finn, my towering buddy, played the distraction while I tried to hustle these guys. Things went smooth at first, and I was raking in the winnings. It felt like a walk in the park.
However, as always, I got greedy. Pushed my luck a tad too far, and wouldn't you know it, I got caught red-handed. The whole situation turned into an epic bar brawl, and I thought my days were numbered. If it weren't for Finn and his brawn, I'd be mince meat for sure.
Amidst the chaos, I did manage to snatch whatever I could from the table – gotta make the best of a bad situation, right? Knocked out and battered, I woke up to the sight of Vex standin' right in front of us. He had that "What the hell?" look on his face, and we had some serious explainin' to do. Let's hope we can talk our way out of this mess and get back to our mission.
To the Mine!
I never thought it would come to this. Trapped in this cold, dark cell, my heart feels heavier than ever before. They found me on the road, recognized me for past crimes, and now I'm stuck here, waiting for a fate worse than I could've imagined.
Tomorrow, they're sending me to the mines, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I feel so small and powerless, like a leaf caught in a relentless storm. My mind races with worries and fears, and the weight of loneliness presses down on me.
As I look out of this tiny window, I realize it might be the last time I see the sky. Oh, how I took its vast expanse for granted! Now, I feel like a caged bird, unable to soar freely. The horror stories about the mines haunt my thoughts, and I can't shake the feeling of dread in my gut.
I've always been a fighter, Diary, but right now, hope feels so far away. I wish I could turn back time, redo the choices I've made, but life doesn't offer second chances. I'm left here to face the consequences of my actions.
I know I've done wrong, hurt people, and walked the wrong path. But somewhere deep down, I held onto a glimmer of hope, the belief that I could turn my life around. Now, that glimmer is fading, and the darkness threatens to consume me.
If you find this diary someday, let it be a testament to my struggles and my dreams. Let it remind you that even in the darkest moments, hope can flicker like a candle in the night. Cherish your freedom, the wide-open sky, and the choices that shape your destiny.
Farewell, dear Diary. Though I may not see another dawn, know that you were my confidant, my silent companion in this journey of life. May you carry my story, my joys, and my sorrows with you as you continue to witness the world beyond these prison walls.
Yours in spirit,
Poppy Quickfoot
Precious Cargo
Years have passed since that disastrous heist, and life has taken me on a different path. I'm now a loner, a smuggler, operating in the shadows and helping goods slip in and out of the city. I ask no questions, I tell no lies; that's the rule of the game. I've built a reputation as someone who can get things done, discreetly and efficiently. I work alone, and I prefer it that way. It keeps my past at bay, the memories of the heist and Silver Fox locked away in the darkest corners of my mind.
But today, everything changed. The one rule is you never look inside the ‘package’. For some reason today's caught my eye, and in a moment of stupidity, I couldn't resist taking a peek. And what I saw broke me. It was children, innocent little souls, being trafficked like mere cargo. A flashback of the day I left my own siblings behind assaults my brain. This wasn't the life I planned for, and it sure as hell isn't the life I was going to live.
Without a second thought, I freed those children from their dark confinement. I refused to be a part of this wickedness, this evil trade. I know now that no package is worth losing my soul over, and I won't stand by and let the innocent suffer.
But my actions have consequences, and the people behind this vile operation are after me now. I need to disappear, leave town, and start over if I have any chance of surviving. It won't be easy; they're ruthless, cunning, and well-connected. But I've faced tough odds before, and I'll face them again.
I don't know where this journey will lead me, but I won't let my past define me anymore. I won't be a pawn in their wicked game. For now I just need to leave the city, get on a boat maybe….
The Heist
Today was a nightmare, my heart feels like it's been shattered. The plan was as smooth as alake at midnight. The Fox had us rehearse every step, and we knew our roles inside out. We were going to infiltrate the auction by night, with me slipping through tight security like a phantom, while the others played their parts to perfection.
The target was the prize lot, some kind of, glittering gems worth a fortune. Silver Fox had an eye for the prize, and we trusted him with our lives. But when we reached the inner sanctum, the place we'd been workin' so hard to get to, everything crumbled like a house of cards in a gusty wind.
Someone had tipped off the guards, and they pounced on us with a vengeance. Chaos erupted like a tempest, and in the mayhem, they caught Silver Fox. I saw the fear and anger in his eyes as they dragged him away. It cut me deep, to hear him yell at me, blamin' me for the mess we were in.
I fought like a cornered rat, tryin' to free him, but they were too many, and they had the upper hand. As they hauled him off, he spat angry words at me, sayin' it was all my fault, that I'd ruined everything.
I don't know how I'll ever forgive myself. The guilt is suffocating, like a heavy fog that won't lift. We were a team, and now our leader is locked away, sufferin' because of my mistakes. The pain is unbearable.
I'll find a way to get him out, Diary. I'll find whoever betrayed us, and I'll make 'em pay. Silver Fox believed in me, in us, and I won't let him down. But right now, the shadows that once protected me have turned against me, and I don't know how to face the rest of our crew, our family, without our Fox… without, my Silver Fox.
The Silver Fox & his Pups
Those next few years were something else, let me tell ya! So, I met this guy, they called him the "Silver Fox," 'cause he was slick like that. He was the big shot runnin' the show in our little crime crew. Oh yeah, I joined a crew.
I was just a scrappy halfling, tryin' to survive in this gritty city. But when I crossed paths with the Fox, somethin' clicked. He had this presence, ya know? Like a shadow, but a powerful one. I could see he had the know-how, the secrets to a life beyond the mundane.
He saw somethin' in me, somethin' I didn't even know I had. With his guidance, my size became an advantage. I could vanish into thin air, sneak around like a whisper in the wind. Pickpocketin' was a piece of cake, and charm? Oh, please, I could charm a smile out of a stone.
The Fox took me under his wing, teachin' me the art of the hustle, the thrill of a perfect heist. We became like partners, a duo that couldn't be beat and with the others in our crew, we were like family. United by our love for danger and our desire to survive in a cutthroat world.
He didn't just teach me the ropes; he taught me to believe in myself. Showed me that bein' small ain't a limitation but a strength. With every job we pulled off, I grew, changin' from a timid halfling into Poppy Longpocket, sneakiest sneak in the city, a force to be reckoned with.
So as the heists got bigger and the calls got closer, I just hoped we could stay as we were, the family unit we had created. But nothing lasts forever in this world does it? Like everything else in my life he was taken away from me….
Street Rat
Those early days are all a bit of a blur if I'm honest. After it happened I was wandering in the woods for, I don’t know how long. Eventually I hitched a ride into the city on a cart, I thought the city would be safer, maybe someone there could help, ya know. I couldn't have been more wrong. It's a place you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, especially not a kid. I was force to live on the streets. Fighting for food, fighting to survive sometimes fighting because people just wanted to hurt ya. I was one of the lucky ones, sometimes kids would just go missing, ya know. It was the scariest time of my life.
But then, one day, this big old bastard of a kid turned up. He was always pushin' us street kids around, takin' all our precious scraps. I couldn't take it no more. I dunno what came over me but, with every ounce of me, from the bottom of my boots, I pounced on that kid and let him have it. When I finally opened my eyes, he was on the ground, out cold, and the other kids, well they were cheering. It made me think of my family in that moment… the ones I lost and from that day onwards, I swore I'd never let me size hold me back.
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