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[i][b]Name: [/b][/i]Meg

[i][b]Race: [/b][/i]Human

[i][b]Appearance: [/b][/i]She is around 5'3 and weighs about 120 lbs. Her eyes are a grape green. She has a couple of vertical scars on her left cheek, and more scars on her stomach from various injuries. She wears an olive green tunic and darker green trousers that reach about knee length. She usually walks around bare feet.

[i][b]Age: [/b][/i]27

[i][b]Former Proffesion: [/b][/i]Pick pocket, street rat, petty thief, errand runner 

[i][b]Skill: [/b][/i]Meg is actually quite good at navigating through the city, seeing she has lived on the streets her whole life. She is sneaky enough to keep out of important people's eyes, and is something of an eavesdropper as well. She is quite good with children, teaching them and taking care of them as well.

[i][b]Personality: [/b][/i]Meg's personality is rather varied. For the most part, she's a calm and collected sort, friendly on the outside but paranoid on the inside. She won't automatically think the worst of someone, but she won't put it past anyone to be a darker grey on the morality scale. Sometimes she may be blunt and to the point, other times she may sugar coat things. She has a soft spot for those who are less fortunate, and may even be a bit of a mother hen at times.

She is somewhat of a tomboy, using whatever she can in a fight, be it rocks, sand to the eyes, yanking someone's mustache... a dirty fighter, all in all. Yet she still seems to have a girly side to her, admiring the prettier things in life, occasionally cooing over cute things, old people holding hands, believing she will one day find the (not so) perfect man!... that sort of thing.

All in all, her personality wholly depends on who she's around and what mood she may be in at the time.

[i][b]History: [/b][/i]Meg's birth was nothing too epic. Her father was a guard who would often visit a tavern before going home to rest. Her mother was a bar maid at that particular tavern. Now, it wasn't like the relationship was a one night's stand; Meg's parents did in fact love each other. However, in a world like theirs, it wasn't a surprise that her father died during a surprise attack one night. Meg was still to be born at that time. Having fallen into depression, her mother was rather sickly by the time Meg was born, and she only lived about a year after giving birth.

The tavern owner had no time to take care of a baby; he had his own troubles. So, one night he simply left her in an alley away from his establishment, sneaking off before anyone could catch him. The little baby was found by a couple of street rats who decided to 'raise her' the best they could. It was a little like having a living and breathing doll for them. She was old enough to eat, not that she had much of a choice in the matter, seeing there was not much milk around. The trio survived on pieces of bread, old fruit, the occasional stolen milk, and water.

As such, Meg grew up in rather dingy streets, living off what she found, and eventually becoming a pickpocket as well as someone who stole from unattended houses and shops. As a child, she didn't really see what was wrong with it. She was hungry, there was food, no one was eating it. Why couldn't she have any? It made complete sense to her.

Teenager Meg was was a little more morally inclined, having learned the hard way that people didn't really like it when you stole from them. She would now only go after those who seemed rich and pompous. It was during this time when she learned to use a slingshot as well as finding herself a boomerang. She also tended to help out other street rats like herself.

As she grew older, the thievery seemed to have dwindled to only occasionally as Meg started doing odd jobs, making enough money to feed herself an anyone she was currently taking care of. Now older and somewhat more mature, she was looking at the world with much different eyes than she used to as a child or even a teenager. It also made her think of change. She was used to living as she was, it was something she doubted she could change now. But what if she could be something even more?

And from there came the idea of joining the city guard.