Dorothy Whittle Art + Bio

Those who have read the early previews of my short story know who this girl is and how she's being built up for future stories. I wanted to draw her so that she stopped living in my head rent free.

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Bio

Dorothy is a Guild Mistress currently in her second year on the job. She was born to a small family of farmers in northwestern Arrark and she would have followed in their footsteps if it weren't for her above-average intellect. From an early age, Dorothy’s nose was always in a book and math came easy to her, to the point where she even helped with her family’s taxes every year by the time she was ten.

They knew that Dorothy’s talent would be wasted by sticking around on the farm forever, so they saved up gold and eventually sent her to the Guild Acadamy when she turned eighteen. Her family hoped she would graduate and land a high-paying administrative job at the Association, but her high test scores ended up attracting attention.

She was seen as a potentially good fit for the Guild Master program and was taken out of the administrative training to accommodate this.

Every day she studied monster lore, which led to her discovering a new side of herself that she didn’t know existed. Dorothy became enamored with the many creatures and spirits of Karnalle the more she read about them, even if she herself is a coward who couldn’t imagine coming face to face with any of them.

The only problem is that no matter how much she learned at her time in the academy, it did little to curb her meek personality, her lack of negotiation skills, and her propensity to crumble under the smallest of pressures.

Despite these failings, Dorothy did graduate through sheer persistence. The thought of failing her family after all they’d done spurred her on, and she gained her certification at the age of twenty. The Association had reservations regarding her hang-ups, but they figured she’d grow into the position after several years of experience as an assistant GM.

She was then stationed at the Cransmere Adventurer's Guild. Of all the Guilds Dorothy could have been sent to, this was the one she was most afraid of. Not only does the town have a nasty reputation for many different and equally valid reasons, but for someone as neurotic and flustered as she, the ever-present evil vibe creeping out of the Gnarled Woods nearby only exacerbated Dorothy’s fragile mental state.

Regardless, she served under the previous Guild Master for four years until an unexpected chance for promotion appeared when she least expected. Her predecessor was ousted from his job after it was uncovered that he offered under the table, unregistered quests to more than one party of adventurers.

Considering how Cransmere is a low-priority Guild for the Association, there was no rush to replace the former Guild Master with someone who had more experience. After a thorough investigation to ensure she had no knowledge of her predecessor’s illicit activities, Dorothy was officially granted the title of Guild Mistress.

Her family was so proud of her once they heard the news, shocked that their little girl was already a Guild Mistress at the age of 24. Dorothy was less ecstatic, but at least the pay bump was nice.

Ever since her promotion, Dorothy’s life has been a miserable hell. Thanks to all the work on her plate, she rarely sleeps and has massive bags under her eyes. She never brushes her hair, and she’s put some extra weight because of her unhealthy lifestyle. Her rare moments of free time are typically spent either reading new reference books or crying in bed eating comfort food until she falls asleep.

Needless to say, she is a virgin and is so strung out that the thought of starting a romantic endeavor is laughable. Most of the Cransmere locals scare her, anyway, and it’s against Association regulations to hit on her adventurers- even if there may or may not be a certain someone she has a fondness for.

Regarding that certain someone, even if something did come of it, she feels she wouldn’t deserve it. Her job demands certain things of her, and Dorothy is not innocent. She’s used others to save her skin, and as bad as it feels, she knows she’s going to have to continue doing so in the future.

Besides, who would want to be with a monster-obsessed, chubby, manipulative liar who can’t even find the time to brush her hair?