Aceso 'Ace' Sha're

Aceso 'Ace' Sha're was born in the Docks District of Mal'Tavresh. She was born into a family with deep connections to the district herself. Her grandma had acted as a freelance healer and doctor for most of the poorer residents of the district and distributed herbal remedies as well as magicks when needed. As a girl, Ace would watch in amazement as her grandma would brew potions and elixirs. Alternatively, Ace's response to her grandma's more traditional methods of mending and setting dislocated joints was a stalwart sign of grim determination. Ace has seen her grandma return people from the brink of death, cured them of terrible afflictions and maladies, and straighten people's lives out in the process. Ace was not one to shy away from the dirty, was that to be a product of her character or her upbringing is only for the gods to know.
Her grandma was her idol, but her parents were a big part of her life as well. Her parents ran a bakery all throughout her childhood, spreading a different kind of joy to the peoples of Mal'tavresh's Docks District. Ace's mother was a rather meek woman, but she complimented Ace's father perfectly. Ace's dad was a larger than life personality, it was quite common for his booming voice to be heard echoing through the shanty streets of the Docks District, 'Fresh Bread.' He was the kind of person that had never met a stranger in his entire life, for a stranger was only a friend he had yet the pleasure of getting to know. But the dream of the bakery was never his, he recognized how perfectly Ace's mother fit into his life and he worked tirelessly to make her dreams come to fruition. Baking was something that she loved from an early age, her grandfather would always make cookies with her when she was growing up. Those were the moments that brightened a rather bleak childhood, she stepped away from baking and explored what a different life looked like in her young adult age. But a mixture of traumatic upheaval and her grandfather's death brought Ace's mother to a position where she baked not for the love of it but for her own sanity. This inspiration was not short lived, she grew to love baking and it lit a fire in her life that reminded her of the best days of her childhood. In a way, each baked good was made in honor of her late grandfather. Ace learned many lessons from her parents, on the beauty of what true love can look like, how to treat those around you with unconditional kindness, and how to make an honest living through hard sweat and tears.
Ace loved the bakery and would frequently run downstairs to bring sweets and treats up to the wounded men housed in the makeshift clinic upstairs. Her grandma's clinic was filled with wonderful if gruesome memories that opened for her a new wide world of possibility. But these wonderful moments were also pocked with stains. Ace's grandma was a person of infallible character, she had lived the sort of life that resolves a person to do good, or at least the best they can, at an old age and no matter the cost. But the Docks District is a seedy placed, the sort run by criminals for better or for worse. In that vein, one of the syndicated cartels leaned on Ace's grandma to discreetly provide services for the cartel. These services didn't solely run in the vein of patching people up either, Ace never understood why her grandma did it, but she made poisons for the cartel from time to time. But the mood that descended over the clinic in those times were as solemn as a graveyard and no one, not even Ace did any smiling.
As Ace grew into her young adult years, she fell in with a boy from the opposite side of the street on which they lived. A boy that she had known almost all her life. Smelling the wonderful aromas the bakery exuded, Alistair would drop by frequently for extended 'visits,' when he was just a young lad. He could commonly be found running around the bakery cleaning for treats and snatching up any table scraps that were unfit to sell. On any given day, it was possible that he spent more time at the bakery and Ace's family than his own. There were some times when Ace's parents would get annoyed with him, but Alistair brought a part of Ace out that they rarely saw, the child. Ace grew up quickly, exposed to traumas that turn adults pale at an age where she could still walk under the table without ducking. As a result, Ace didn't socialize well with the kids the rest of her age, she had a the demeanor of someone stalwartly set in their direction. Instead of playing with other children, Ace took to the books in her grandma's modest library. This detached demeanor was one that always melted around Alistair, maybe it was his jovial and oblivious ways that seemed to cut through even the most serious of moments. The only smile that was ever shed in the house when Ace's grandma made poisons for Don Yarrin was Alistair's. The more time one spent around Alistair, the more he dispelled the air of ignorance that his demeanor sometimes garnered. There was a sharpness to the way he told jokes and a perceptiveness in his jabs that showed the abilities of his mind. Getting to know Alistair more, was to find a cold brilliance in the bubbly and jovial manner he went about integrating with the world around him. The twinned brilliance that Ace and Alistair shared added to their bond, they were very much on the very same levels. To Ace, Alistair was the Sun and to Alistair, Ace was the Moon. The balance they brought to each other bloomed into a fledgling romance as they grew towards adulthood.
The pair of them would go on many adventures together. Alistair, or Ali as Ace called him, and Ace would travel throughout the districts of Mal'tavresh. The pair found excitement in adventure and each others company. They also found the experience and their successes in difficult situations to be their measure. It is hard to say which one of the tandem pushed the other toward these adventures or if they had never met at all if any of the shenanigans would have ensued. On one fateful trip to the military quarter, the pair visited the trauma ward. A recent tragedy had struck military forces on their way to Outpost Deningrond quite quickly upon their departure from Mal'tavresh. They were ambushed by rebels in the hills, the fearsome and elusive agents of the Bal'muuth Independence Movement. The battalion was forced to set up a defensive position in which they would launch sorties into the entrenched enemy positions. This doomed decision seemed to play right into the hands of the rebels. As the military set up the defensive positions and entrenched themselves at the bottom of the hill, a green and purple fog descended from the slopes they were looking up at. Those whose skin came into contact with the fog putrefied and blistered in the span of an instant as their now withered form was enveloped in the fog they collapsed rasping out the sounds of a withering hell arriving within their body. The fog quickly forced a retreat as soldiers broke ranks and ran as fast as they could. Many soldiers lives were lost that day and the parts of the battalion that survived did not do so unscathed. Almost all the soldiers had inhaled enough of the ambient and less concentrated fumes that their lungs were blistered and their bodies shook by the cough that wracked their very core caused by the fluid blistering within their lungs. Peculiarly, Ace's body reacted before her mind did. Seeing this and almost immediately recognizing it for what it was, a similar malady swept through the Docks District as a rotten crate of fish was minced into the rest of the stock on clerical error. Quickly disbursing and ordering people she had never met before to fetch large needles and syringes she began the arduous process of piercing their lungs and draining the fluid. Teaching medics as she went, a couple soldiers lost their lives to these less than trained 'experts' whose imprecise strikes deflated their lungs and the hideous sound of a man drowning within himself echoes eerily through the trauma ward. The general who had dispatched the battalion was there and noticed this bedraggled girl take charge of medics three times her age who had trained their whole lives. Noticing the potential in the rough he approached her after the situation had been taken care of and offered her the opportunity to study the trade of medicine in a more rigorous and academic setting with the Mages of Mal'tavresh when she turned twenty. Twenty being the conventional age in which people were inducted into their disciplines of study at the Mages Academy.
The bliss that Alistair brought to Ace's life was juxtaposed by a moment of great chaos in Ace's life. When she was 19, her grandma passed away suddenly, struck by an illness. This illness was brought to the Docks District by travelers from a far away land and spread rampantly throughout the dank and cramped streets that Ace called her home. Pogroms erupted in the district with these travelers being chased down, hung, and ignited by the dozens in the streets. These pogroms extended past the travelers themselves as various groups vied for power ousting the racial groups with limited power bases within the district on the basis of them being undesirables. The week that ensued was called, the Flensing of Fish Street, and to this day it is hard to pinpoint whether more burned bodies were created due by the illness or the bloodshed that poured onto the streets. Ace's grandma paid the ultimate price, contracting the disease while secreting a number of the foreigners out of the city to safety beyond the walls.
After her grandma's death, Ace took over running the clinic. The Cartel and Don Yarrin leaned on her services once again, but she resolved to bide her time and not be cowed by the criminal organization. A fury rose up in Ace, a fury that would slowly direct itself towards the origins of her grandma's pain. The cartel may not have paid in her grandma's lifetime for the somber demeanor that would descend on the Sha're household for weeks on end but she resolved to see them pay in hers. The terrible tandem of Ali and Ace gradually separated over time as each embraced more and more responsibility within their individual lives. Each time they see each other, it was like no time had passed even if there was an energy or resonance that was no longer aflame between the two.
Her years in the Mage's Academy were perhaps the drabbest of Ace's life and yet she could recognize the benefit of what she learned. Unable to convince herself to leave the school and split between the clinic, her world crumbled around her. She had no time in which she could enjoy the little moments in life anymore, in a way, she became an agent of the people around her. Her parents bakery burned down, with it the old clinic that she learned so many valuable lessons in. Some lingering demons from the past latched on to her mother when she no longer was able to bake and it became clear for Ace to see for how long her mother had teetered so close to the edge of oblivion. An oblivion that she could sense whenever she looked into her mother's face. Her dad was forced to take a job at Rockback Mine to continue living in a new far more squalid hovel at the far edge of the district. She watched slowly as the light in her father's eyes was snuffed out but she had not the time of her own to attempt to reinvigorate the man. prior to the bakery burning down, she had moved her practice to a larger facility in the Docks District lent to her by General Torgamund to do good works within the city. Ace's grief was dramatic, she almost dropped out of the Mage's Academy and quit taking patients for a prolonged period of time. Watching the oblivion creeping in towards her as well during these years and buckling under the impending pressure. Catching wind of this turn, Ali came over. He knocked on her door pretending to be a patient, she almost sent him away but she figured she should at least tell people they were closed in person. The shadow that had crept over her face shattered immediately when she looked up into that brilliant smile. In a way, Alistair had pulled her once before from the confines of a life destined to solitude and here he stood ready to do it again. She ran inside, nailed a closed sign to the door, boarded it up, and took his hand as they raced off.
As the war with the underground empires of the Underdark raged on, her beloved city began to shift into a dark and foreboding place. People who still lived in squalor looked at each other like hungry dogs instead of joyful friends and neighbors. The mood that had descended upon the entire Docks District was one that reminded her of the old Share household, when her grandmother brewed poisons for Don Yarrin. 

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They leave me alone now bc 1-2 yrs after the death of my grandmother, the son of one of the major crime bosses got ill and I flexed with poison (not intending to kill him). I have helped them in the past but found a time to refuse.
Have made poisons and alchemical weapons to help their fight. Highly organized, hand signals, secret code, dead drop locations, unknown identity, I know how to signal I'm part of the group, super subtle. To be associated with this group is treason.

Name: Aceso 'Ace' Sha're
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Height: 5 ft 10 inches
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance: Ace is tall for a human woman standing at a graceful 5’10”. She has the complexion of a city dweller who does not see much sun, a lean muscular build, and long auburn hair messily braided framing her face with side swept fringe that keeps half of her angular face in shadow. Her eyes are large and almond shaped with a piercing blue hue and a sharply peaked pout matching the color of her hair.
She wears a thick brown coat with large out-turned fraying lapels. The coat is covered in strategically placed rivets, loops, straps, snaps, clasps, buckles, and pockets. It is clear that it’s more than a garment for warmth. Adding to the layers she is adorned with silver & steel earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and goggles, that all have an air of dual purpose to them.
Under her coat she wear a long sleeve hunter green blouse, an orange pleated skirt, and thick darn brown leggings. She is accessorized with a crumpled beige scarf, a large utility belt covered in a hodge-podge of loops and pouches folding vials, ingredients, and trinkets. Sturdy brown leather gloves, knee high combat boots, and a dagger holster slung across her chest complete her ensemble.

Active Bonds:

• Rigat -- Bond of the Younger Brother: 4
• Echo -- Bond of the Fellow Scholar: 3

Bond Points:

• Cillia -- 2 (Activate Bond Adjective)

Ruled Locations

• The Sha're Clinic