Eleanor Beauregard's Questionnaire

Eleanor has no place to call home. Always inspired by her research, she lives a nomadic lifestyle traveling the world in search of relics and artifacts of the past.

Her “home” consists of a weathered duffel bag and her trusty tool belt. Occasionally, Eleanor finds herself in hotels, but she’d much prefer to spend her money chasing down objects of wonder that may or may not exist. As such she is oft found in rural campsites, dingy motels and cramped hostels, or even under a nice tree.

Despite considering the world to be her home, Eleanor is originally from England, having spent her childhood constantly moving around the country with her archaeologist mother. Between her mum being busy and not staying in an area long enough to form connections, Eleanor found herself a home in libraries, nose deep in books of myth and folktales, legends and lore.

Although Eleanor is only interested in relics of great power or importance, they’re not the only things she leaves a ruin with.

She always makes sure to stuff her pockets full of any bits and bobs, trinkets of the past and random items of those who failed where she is sure to succeed. All of these and more find their way into her possession to be sold off to merchants and traders, small shops in tiny villages and prominent museums alike.

While she may make a decent living this way, Eleanor considers it all an investment into her work, her passion. Any money she makes goes right back into funding research and procurement of her next obsession, and taking care of her most basic needs.

Eleanor longs for one thing, and one thing only. To discover secrets long lost to the modern world. Forgotten knowledge and ancient items, and along with it a deeper understanding of the beautiful planet she endlessly roams. If she stumbles upon a powerful relic that’ll make her future ventures easier, well that’s just a bonus.

To acquire these forgotten pieces of lore, Eleanor has been known to get her hands dirty. She’s not above violence or even killing for what she needs, though it’s almost always a last resort. Enacting violence is inviting violence, and though she can more than take care of herself after years of training her body in harsh conditions, Eleanor isn’t ready to die. 

Not when there’s so much left in life to discover.

Eleanor had always lived an eventful life, traveling across Europe, primarily England, with her mother who was always off to find a new dig site and along with it, knowledge of the past.

However, it all changed when Eleanor was 14. Her mum had made a discovery, something monumental. Eleanor had heard her mother talking about it on the phone in a hushed tone, concerned someone may be listening. She planned to meet with whoever was on the other end, kissing Eleanor on the forehead and wishing her sweet dreams before leaving their hotel room. She was never seen again.

Eleanor was used to being alone, left to tend to herself while her mother spent long days and nights exploring. But now, she was truly alone. Having known only one thing in her life, the importance of the past, her mother dying for it only cemented that this was what she was meant to do. Eleanor knew she had to continue her Mothers work, and she would accomplish it by any means.

Eleanor doesn’t have many people in her life. Not consistently anyway. That being said, some people hold a special place in her heart, wherever they may be.

After her mother’s death, a friend and fellow archaeologist took Eleanor in. Rudeus Digsby, a respected professional in his field. A short, heavyset man with a luxurious mustache. Rudeus was more on the side of research, scouring libraries and databases alike for any leads he could. And though he tried to keep Eleanor out of the business of running into dangerous places in the search of treasures, she was much too stubborn and practically forced him to teach her his ways.

Years down the line, Eleanor found herself gravely injured. Thankfully, a local traveling sage found her, wounded in the desert, and brought her home to nurse her back to health. This was Inaya Habib, a woman revered in those parts for being skilled in herb and medicine to a degree she was accused of witchcraft. Both alone, and now forced to spend time together, a romance blossomed. Unfortunately, despite her love for Inaya, Eleanor held a love even deeper for the past, and she left in the night too scared to say goodbye. She swears one day she’ll return, if she ever makes it that far.