The Orphans of Waterdeep
Hyacinth doesn’t remember her parents or any sort of family at all. She was found outside the orphanage door in a carefully hand-woven basket. Pinned to her blanket was a little wooden disk with, again, careful but slightly crude carvings. The medallion shows a full-grown hardwood in the summer: huge and leafy and, even through the amateur finish, grand. No one knows what this is but for Hyacinth it is her particular orphan’s dream. She can imagine that it is simply a token from a loving mother or, on her more romantic days, a sign that she is a member of a secret organization. In all her wistful scenarios someone comes to find her at the orphanage and reveals that she has a large, loving, and special group of people who have just been waiting for the right time to reveal themselves to her. Perhaps because she is so completely alone in the world she is ferociously attached to her cadre at the orphanage. As much as she might want to kick one or two of them squarely in the shin she is absolutely devoted to them. She will protect them fiercely. Of course this is not overt and they might not be able to tell that she is actually paying strict attention even while her nose is in a book. Instead, she might purse her lips and look back down into her tome more pointedly but that just means she is really listening.
Hyacinth has a romantic devotion to the woods that is odd in a gnome. But Hyacinth is an odd girl. Her only travels outside Waterdeep have been to travel in the forests of the north. This also allowed her to study old Dwarven runes that she finds fascinating. If she weren’t a wizard she would probably be a bard – except she can’t sing – though she likes to think she would be a really awesome, sneaky, super rogue if she put her mind to it. In truth, of course, she is too short and stout to shimmy up even a ladder with ease. Moreover, since she makes little squeaking noises when she is scared and has several unavoidable verbal and physical ticks under stress, stealth isn’t going to be her forte either. What she really deeply wants to be is an amazingly powerful wizard who will be important, whatever that means. Her greatest fear is a combination of the hopes, but reversed. She worries the other orphans will abandon her, she will never have a group of people who love her, and that she will just die one of those sad and lonely Waterdeep deaths too early looking too old. So even though life at the orphanage isn’t perfect it is the best she has ever known; she really fears leaving even though it is clear she needs to soon.
Hyacinth is very religious. As a wizard she traffics in the supernatural and is well aware that her relationship with the gnomish Gods is very important. Like most gnomes she honors Garl Glittergold as the patron of the gnomes and thinks of him every time a joke is told. Though it is no longer celebrated Hyacinth thinks of every fun meal as a miniature Festival of Laughter and dedicates it to Garl in her head. She worships Baravar Cloakshadow, as well, and believes that her pious dedication to him feeds her skill in magic. And finally, she has a fondness for Baervan Wildwanderer. She will be on the lookout for a green cap.