Nanny Gregoria
by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/17/15
Homeland: Benevento
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Stature: Short
Physical: Muscular
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Blonde
Outwardly: Livid
Inwardly: Lazy
Profession: Hairdresser
Money: Poor
Catchphrase: “Get out or I’ll rip that sorry excuse for a mane off your head one hair at a time!”
You step inside the cathedral and cast your eyes about to find your contact. “Get out you worthless no-accounts!” a woman’s voice echoes around the nave. To your right, a short old woman leans forward in her chair. Despite her age, her biceps are surprisingly well-developed. “Get out or I’ll rip that sorry excuse for a mane off your head one hair at a time!” You pause warily, certain that the woman could make good on her threat, but uncertain as to whether or not she will.
Gregoria is and always has been a ward of the church. At first she was a beneficiary of the orphanage, then an assistant, washing and cutting the children’s hair as soon as she could hold a pair of scissors. When the former matron passed away, all the children looked to Nanny Gregoria. She neither saw, nor cared for, much outside the walls of the cathedral.
Decades of wrangling children while cutting their hair (and in general) has gained Gregoria a firm handshake, whether peaceful or threatening depends on if she has seen you in the cathedral before. Her fierce loyalty to the church once meant serving as a bouncer at the entrance, but in her old age her bark is worse than her bite.
Decades of wrangling children while cutting their hair (and in general) has gained Gregoria a firm handshake, whether peaceful or threatening depends on if she has seen you in the cathedral before. Her fierce loyalty to the church once meant serving as a bouncer at the entrance, but in her old age her bark is worse than her bite.
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