[center][color=F7D6B5]♥ [b]Elemette • 10th of Hearts • Attendants[/b] ♥[/color]

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[sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: 10/10[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: 26/26[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] 279 GP [/color][color=17758D]||[/color][color=FF8527] [b]12 / 1000 CP[/b][/color]
* No Condition *[/sup]
[h3]Prime District Entrance [color=17758D]||[/color] Unsure what quite to do [color=17758D]||[/color] Nervous; Overwhelmed [/h3][/center]

[color=F7D6B5]"Ah!"[/color]

Elemette softly said as she fell backwards. The crowd was a busy one. There were groups of all sizes everywhere, but still, a large section of meandering folk had managed to accidentally induct Elemette into the Falling-On-Their-Ass-On-First-Day club. Nobody from the group, despite knowingly knocking her down, visibly dignified the accident. After all, they all had their own things to do and did not seek such personal responsibility for an action of a random group. Elemette understood this, and being her meek self, decided to not raise attention to herself.

Elemette remembered her bag. She had been holding it in her hand, but only loosely. She looked towards it, and the contents of her bag had been strewn around like some sort of mess that is created when a bag falls down. She quickly collected her papers, shoving them haphazardly into her bag. She had a certain disdain for her own family; despite being a Hearts, she did not want to be identified as part of her family.

[color=F7D6B5]"Ah!"[/color]

She quietly yelped out again. She quickly pulled her hand out of the bag. The side of her pinky had been lightly cut. Not deep in the slightest, but still enough to draw a small amount of blood. It had appeared that in the fall, one of the glass vials had been crushed by something else in the bag. She sucked on her pinky, an instinctive gesture that washed the blood away. She carefully maneuvered the glass into a small pouch meant to be attached to her leg or another covered body part. While someone else may just toss the glass into the side of a street and be done with it, Elemette didn't want another person to cut themselves on the glass.  As such, she left it in a pouch inside of her bag so she could deal with it in a safe manner.

She continued to suck on the side of her pinky as she continued forwards, her bag in disarray. Towards one end of the street, people formed into lines. Elemette, being the astute observer that she is, assumed that she was supposed to get into one of the lines. Probably. She wasn't so sure, but she did manage to have the courage to do at least that much. She quickly began to jaunt over to the line without so much as a bit of caution. Though, that was due to blind faith and nervousness, not some sort of confidence in her action.

[Hider=Inventory on her Person]
[color=F7D6B5][b]Treasures:[/b][/color] None
[color=F7D6B5][b]Inventory:[/b][/color][list]
[*]Mess Kit
[*]Bag of Light Tools
[*]Bag of Heavy Tools
[*][s]5[/s]  4x Glass Vials
[*]Climbing Gear

[*]Hidden Pouch: FULL OF GLASS

[*]Iron Rations x3[/list]
[color=F7D6B5][b]Thematic Items:[/b][/color] Large Stick That Looks Vaguely Like a Staff, Basic Black Dress, Light Jacket, Identification Documents. [/hider]
[hider=Current Stats]
[b]Health:[/b] 10 (Base)
[b]Sanity:[/b] 14 (Base)
[b]Willpower:[/b] 11
[b]Stamina:[/b] 10
[b]Strength:[/b] 10
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 10
[b]Stealth:[/b] 10
[b]Magic:[/b] 12
[b]Vigilance:[/b] 10
[b]Luck:[/b] 8 [/hider]