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A devoted cleric of the church of Solaris, Phoebe is all you would expect a traditional clergywoman to be; soft-spoken, gentle, and pious, always selflessly putting the needs of others first so that she can help, simply for the sake of helping. For the most part, she flits from place to place and task to task, never giving anyone much opportunity to really get to know her—and perhaps that's for the best, so far as she's concerned.
Under that soft heart is a core of steel. Despite dedicating her life to healing, Phoebe is fundamentally a pessimist and firmly believes that you can't save everyone. War, battle, injury, and death are all awful, ugly things, and they're impossible for any one human to handle, which makes them impossible for humanity to handle, too—after all, humanity keeps perpetuating them. If you involve yourself in these things intending to be a hero or do good, you will fail, and people will die because of that. If you can't accept that, you'll break—so she believes.
Despite all this, she continues working to ease all the strife she can. As she spends more time with people and becomes attached to her traveling companions, she falls into the role of a beleaguered mother hen, scolding them for their impulsive behavior, and shouting furiously after them whenever they run out of her healing staff's reach. After raising her little brother, she's mastered the art of The Mom Voice—you know, the tone where your mom says your first name and you understand it to mean "if you don't cut that shit out right now I'm going to say your middle name next"?—which, at least, makes her quite hard not to listen to. Even with her frustrations, though, Phoebe dutifully follows her companions on their adventures and mends their wounds at every turn. After all, even if you can't save everyone, that isn't an excuse not to try.
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- She's always wearing a friendship bracelet on her right wrist. It's sort of worn at this point, but it's made of red, yellow, and orange string braided together.
- Her usual robe's sleeves are long and puffy, and there's a hood on the cape, but she noramlly keeps her sleeves rolled up and her head uncovered.
- Her nails are long and well taken care of.
- oldest of two; her brother, ismenius, was eight years younger than her
- their parents died not super long after he was born and they ended up in a church orphanage
- this was in one of those unfortunate border villages though where everything was horrifically underfunded so they got basically the bare minimum of human survival needs because there just wasn't enough to go around
- too many orphans too little time so phoebe basically took charge of raising ismenus while more or less no one did much to raise her so she grew the fuck up real fast out of necessity
- phoebe underwent proper cleric training while at the church
- they weren't super far from some of the aforementioned civil conflict and it was only ever getting closer, so the church saw a lot of injured fighters but also the innocents who got stuck in the crossfire
- phoebe used to be all bright-eyed optimistic SAVE EVERYONE!! about it but the casualties kept coming, and the injuries got worse, and the fighting got closer, and people were dying even on her watch
- to survive it phoebe just sort of had to temper herself and shut herself down. she still has an excellent, if somewhat distant, bedside manner, but generally would never stick around long enough to get attached
- she's always been super doting to her younger brother thought
- until he went out playing when he shouldn't have when he was about 14 and got struck by a stray arrow/li>
- everyone got the fuck out of dodge as soon as they'd realized they hit a member of the church, a civilian, and a child all in one go
- the wound itself was non-fatal and was healed but it ended up infected and, a few weeks later, the infection killed ismenus
- it's been not quite a year since and phoebe doesn't feel at all like she's even started to finish mourning, so she's decided to leave the church; she calls it a pilgrimage, and it is, in some ways, and she genuinely wants to aid the world and spread the good word of solaris or whatever, but at the end of the day the memories are just too much and she doesn't feel like she'll ever get any better if she stays at the church
- ismenus called her "pheebs" so she gets very upset if anyone else does; she called him "izzy" and he wouldn't let anyone else
- ismenus was also a little shit like 95% of the time which is why she's so good at saying people's names in that tone of voice that means "cut that shit out right now or i swear to god"' or otherwise invoking the Mom Voice; she has had SO MUCH PRACTICE
- Her brother's nickname for her was "Pheebs," and she called him "Izzy." These days, she gets upset if others call her by anything but her name.
- She's an excellent chef and can work easily with restrictions like taste or texture preferences, or a lack of ingredients, and still make something hearty and delicious. Her baking skills, meanwhile, are passable, but she makes fantastic bread.
