Sixteen years. Forty-eight events (give or take). And three rules versions (just).
I think I will forever feel like a newbie, but I have to admit, that is a pretty long-lived larp character, especially a one-hit wonder who nevertheless would wander around mass battles, trying to keep an eye on people she loved. She definitely developed over time, from "basically me" to "basically me, but somehow shyer, braver and one of the best healers around". She got unsought recognition from her faction, her group, and her friends, leading to highest tier training, medals, and unexpected romance in that order.
In a just world, she would have died on the battlefield, having been taken down while trying to save someone else. But, as I often suspected would happen, she just failed to run fast enough one night, was felled with one blow and dragged off to be murderised under the Murder Tree while everyone else was too busy fighting off the rest of the attackers to organise a rescue in time.
She got a lovely eulogy by the 1IC at muster the next morning, and if her legacy is the Dragons thanking their healers more often than not, then I'll be happy.
And now I have to work out how to larp and be a different character - someone who is still basically me but in a different way. I didn't quite manage that for the rest of the weekend gone, as I somehow forgot just how shy I am and tried to push myself a bit too much. But I've got a couple of weeks to come up with a plan, as well as get new boots and a less distinctive hat.
