It was the year 1842 in England; and a young girl about 14 was pretending to be a boy; because boys were given better work and were treated better at the workhouses. She was 4'6" and although short for a girl her age she had a strength in her arms that allowed her to keep up with boys two years older then her easily even though she didn't even eat as much she had a natural vitality about her that kept her strong and healthy even with her poor quality of life. She had cut her fiery red hair short so that she could blend in; and with rough features and the mud and dirt and soot on her face she had somehow managed to fool everyone. She had brilliant green eyes; and with the red hair many believed she was a scott; and scottish boys were known for being good for labor. With her clever disguise she had managed to get a job with the older boys; and after some time and the extra pay; she had finally enough to get some real good food; from a nice tavern for once. She was excited about it and when she reached the dusty old place she was almost frightened to go in.
Then she did go in; and took a table and ordered some real food; and the whole time she was so excited. She had taken a table in the corner; and when the serving lady had brought and left her food on a big plate she was surprised when a young man sat down across from her. The strangest thing was his green hair; and it was stranger still because she seemed to be thee only one who was noticing it.
You are the young girl; her name is Kera Andrea; although she goes by Kor for the sake of passing as a boy. The young man across from her is the Storyteller; he's 5'10" and looks skinny with his clothes on. There is a touch of roughness to him though that suggests he is not as weak as he might appear. He's wearing a dusty tan longcoat with many pockets; under that a vest with more pockets and even hanging off his belt is a half-apron with even more pockets; and pockets adorn his trousers as well. (Pockets appear to be an overall theme to everything he is wearing.) His green hair is the first thing that catches your attention though; and the fact that no one seems to paying it any mind almost as if they can't see the young man at all unsettles you. Enough so that you pause in your eating; and you were definitely savoring every bite of real fresh baked bread and the stew and mutton that you had bought was better eating then you had in months; even years.
You also note his mismatched eyes; one green and the other blue. There is something altogether eldritch about this young man.
"Who are you?" You ask feeling ready to tell him to bugger off. You were far too hungry to deal with this kind of nonsense.
"I'm the Storyteller, who are you?" He asks playfully.
"I'm none of your business; go away." You snap starting to eat again; your stomach wasn't about to let you forget your food too easily.
The young man cocks his head, "I would like to make you a proposition. I know something about magic; and you're a poor girl in a insufferable world; the odds are stacked against you in a place like this as it is; and further more you are an orphan."
You twitch when he calls you a girl, immediately reacting. "I'm not a girl!" You shout and whisper at once; which sounds like a contradiction; but I can assure you that you managed it.
"Oh yes you are, but that doesn't have to be an issue; simply put would you like to learn some magic?"
You have to consider it for a moment; because to think ... it wasn't totally strange for one your age to still have a little hope that magic and fairytales were real.