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here we go Asta. Sorry for the delay.
Name: Serra Angel
Age: 13
Gender: female
Race: half-half ling/half-human
Class: street rat/classic thief
Life on the streets as a sub-human taught Serra everything she needed to know. She was ganged up, and her thief lord put her on the worst most demeaning jobs he could. He only wanted her in his gang for her size, smaller than most she could get into extremely tiny areas and few ever noticed the small girl as she moved among the crowd.
Brief Biography: Serra never knew either of her parents, she assumed her mother abandoned her at her first chance. Serra’s first memories were of working in the kitchen at a large inn in Loudwater. She was a scullery maid and received nothing for her hours of work each day save a tiny pile of blankets in a corner of the attic and enough food that she survived, though not well. When she was 8 she “ran away” and joined a gang of street rats. It was no more difficult than scullery work and in many ways much easier. It was plain she wasn’t fully human though since she never knew her parents she really didn’t know what she was. She was treated as sub human, but she had more food and her bed was more comfortable. It was a worthwhile trade off. She learned a lot on the streets, and while she envied all the happy well fed children she saw she didn’t ever expect more for herself. She was a good thief, and her half ling nature meant she was small and looked very young and innocent. Everyone underestimated her. She pulled her weight in the gang. She never got treated very well but she got beaten rarely and that was a step up from working in the inn as well.
When she was finally nicked for stealing she figured her gang would help her. That’s when the realities of trusting others hit home. You couldn’t trust them. That was the plain truth of it. She was convicted of stealing in short order and sold to a passing trade caravan to pay for the stolen goods. The slavers were headed into the desert and Serra was put to work on scullery duties and beaten regularly. All things she was used to. The constant travel, the fear of being away from what she knew, that was what broke her down. By the time they put into Twiddledale to resupply, it was the last town before hitting the desert, she was submissive and reserved. Even so when the bells rang she took the opportunity to run amid the chaos. She had no idea what they meant, all she knew was that she didn’t want to be captured. So she was out of her ropes, up and over the wall, scampering down the other side and off into the moors, unaware of the danger only that she had the chance to get away.
Serra knows no one from Twiddledale, and few people from Loudwater.
Equipment: dirty shirt, much patched breeches, a tatty leather belt, and a pair of very good quality lock picks (her prized possession).
Class Skills:
Climbing walls
Picking locks
Picking pockets
Hiding in shadows
Villager Skills:
Scullery work (laundry, scrubbing pots, making beds, etc)
lying
Physical endurance