Mage - Arienhod
Arienhod was born in the 15th century, in a small village in Devonshire. By her her early teens, she had a feeling she was different. At the age of 15, she was hired as the serving-sweeper maid by the blacksmith. He told her to sit in front of the forge, and stare into it; a pattern forming out of the coals was the last thing she saw before she passed out. The next morning, he greeted her at her bed and pointed at something scratched into the dirt floor. "This is called a "rune"..." She still swept, and kept her cover as a simple servant, not fully appreciating the idea of being burned as a witch.
Arienhod is a member of the Hermetic Order, specializing in rune magic. Though born in the year of our lord 1401, a plan set by Puck and Titania resulted in her being displaced to the 21st century; the "Messiah of Innocence," or so they say. She's not sure what she's supposed to do ("bring wonder back to the world"? how? show "tricks" to children?), but she certainly can't go back, so she must do what she can.
She is plain-looking, and while she had better hygiene than most English peasants, her teeth certainly aren't the best. Her hair looks exactly like Jen's, and she has similar grey-blue eyes. As soon as she can, she wants to get one of those interesting garments everyone's wearing called a "trenchcoat."
"The How," he had said, "is more important than the Why."
Arienhod turned the knife over and over in her hands. Waldo and the Euthanatos argued behind her; a web of Scrabble tiles was spread before her lap.
He had caught her chin, hard. "No buts. We are here to help these people. The How helps them now. The Why only troubles you."
The point of the knife danced lightly across her chin and towards her ear, as her left hand absently pushed tiles into a new order.
"I don't understand," the child she had been had complained.
"You don't need to understand now. There is time to understand after Niall's horses work harder than expected, after Edmond's cart brings goods to the market smoother and faster."
Arienhod's eyes stared sightlessly at the horizon, running her fingers over the runes carved into the blade. Her left hand took on purpose with the tiles, and she looked at what was spelled out.
Time has been stolen from me, and you were wrong, my teacher. The Why is much more important than the How.