Character Notes For Idgie

Info and Hooks

  • She's new! From a distant land with a weird accent and odd tales of unfamiliar creatures.
  • Through the help of one of Dornie's ship captains, she was taken on with the town's carpenter. She's quite good at wookwork and repairs.
  • Off work, she tends to be playing music, or at least, not far from an instrument. If you want to play or need something to play, she can oblige.
  • While she is religious in a protestant fashion, she's also very superstitious. There are a lot of tell tale signs, especially if one happens into her kitchen. Charms and herbs, good luck pieces and strategically placed interior decorating all scream of her inherent beliefs, i one knows what to look for.


Woodwork - Idgie's most notable skill is in the realm of carpentry. Her father taught her how to make instruments when she was young, mostly things in the string family, but she's been known to get out an odd flute and the like. That's where her passion for woodwork lies, but she ends up making her living on furniture, frames and other little carved knickknacks, rather than the rarely sold musical instrument. But she's been doing both for most of her life.

Troubadour - Her family has strong roots in the southern, jazzy culture that came out of the New Orleans area and while it's been a long time since they lived in that region, the traditions were passed down from generation to generation. And the big one was music. She grew up surrounded by it and learned to sing and play alongside her father. She can read music, write music and play most string instruments (particularly the guitar) along with some woodwinds. And the piano. If she can build it, she at least tries to play it. Music is a bit of a knack.

Swashbuckling - She spent a chunk of her time at sea as an adventuring pirate type, and has learned such useful things as how to use a gun and a sword, thievery, misdirection and picked up a general tendency toward flashy, daredevilish behavior. Due to a good portion of time being the only one able and willing to protect her, Idgie is a decent brawler, too. She is useful on a ship, but more with keeping it together and fixing it up when it's broken than with the actual act of sailing.

Domestic Engineer - Her father was a farmer, but while he and his hands tended the land, he counted on his daughter to tend them. She was in charge of cooking and cleaning and washing up, all sorts of dullness in her opinion, but she did develop a knack for cooking and has a mental collection of recipes and a good idea of how to wing it and still end up with something good. The ships she was on often put her to work in the galley, since she was the only one who could manage something that tasted good out there on the high seas.

Kitchen Witchery - Relatedly, being so often in kitchens, Idgie developed a strong sense of superstition. While she never knew anyone who was a mage personally, she had her fair share of run-ins with magical creatures, spirits and hexes. It started with learning what around the kitchen could be used for protection. What herbs to burn for luck, how to make a satchel to ward off ill intentions, how to arrange the kitchen for the best spiritual resonance. It grew from there, picking up odd little habits and superstitions as she traveled along. Especially from spending so much time on the ocean. She knows she isn't controlling any magic herself, but believes her little wards, symbols, charms and rituals have a bit of magic all their own. She's just welcoming it in.

Earth-Shattering Kaboom - In short, she makes things go boom. Learned in her days of rebellion against a railroad tycoon in America where she engaged in railroad sabotage and destruction of property to extreme degrees. It isn't a skill she gets to practice much, particularly since she's been at sea for quite a long time, but a general knowledge of rough, homemade explosives, a bit of arson and mechanical sabotage are decent skills to have up the sleeve.

Not-Reading - Unfortunately, while her father and various mentors taught her a number of useful things, no one bothered to teach her to read actual words. Music, yes. Books? Not so much. She doesn't know her letters or how to write her own name, and has been dancing around the need to learn it. She sees it as a luxury, not a necessity. But probably because it's something she can't puzzle and figure out or fake enough to get by.


I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
—George Eliot


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