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« Thread Started on Feb 12, 2006, 1:02am » | |
Name: Desolation Jones
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Half elf half something else Mom wasn't too particular
Class: rogue/assassin/mage
Job: contract work
Racial Hostility: none - maybe dwarves a bit they are so cheap
Physical Description: Scrawny, underfed. She has dark purple eyes that look almost black. Her hair has a strange lavender tinge while her complexion has an olive green undertone to it. Her complexion belongs to someone who has lived on the streets most of her life. She wears mainly black and dark green.
Mental State: Absolutely crazy.
Sample Paragraph: Des sat miserably in the freezing rain. She wished for the thousandth time she had gotten a deposit for this one so she could have gotten a warmer cloak and maybe patched her leathers. It was simple enough job. Watch the old man's wife, report back to him who she saw and where she went and collect the money. Tonight was the first night she might have something worth reporting.
The wife was about a million years younger than the dirty old mage. Ok maybe only about 20 - but still, she could see why he was worried. Tonight the woman had taken a few things from a box in the old man's study. thrown a hooded cloak over herself and run out in this freezing rain to the bazaar. Now she was heading for the inn. Desolation counted her coins again and sighed. She might have enough for one cup of cider. If the woman went upstairs though. Well she'd deal with that if it happened. But for now she hung back in the doorway waiting for the woman to get into the building.
She muttered the cantrip her mother had taught her to keep her safe and cautiously followed the next person in staying in the shadows near the wall. She hung back and glanced around letting her ears grow accustomed to the noise. Yep, sure enough the woman was heading upstairs with a man with long blond hair in his twenties.
Desolation glanced around. The stairs were too well lit and in the direct line of sight of the landlord. Damn Damn Damn! She was gonna catch her death. She turned around and trudged back out into the freezing rain and began to climb the drain spout. That man BETTER pay her well for this!
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