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

[img]http://i.imgur.com/URjtYLM.png[/img]


[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] Mastering the art of falling down. [color=17758D]||[/color] Embarrassed[/h3][/center]

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

The common phrase resounded once more. It would appear that the only phrase that she had been saying would be "Ah," as if it was some sort of catchphrase for her. Some man had collided with her. Once more, she fell onto her behind. It would appear that she was now a senior member of the Falling-On-Their-Ass-On-First-Day club, managing to fall twice in a matter of minutes. While Elemette was fine, her stuff was, once more, strewn around the place. However, this time, her stuff was kept rather safely in her bag, except for her papers.

Quite embarrassing, to fall so much in one day. Even then, it was by some odd coincidence and strange improbability that her papers would fall out so much. Quickly, she snatched up her own papers and [i]carefully[/i] placed them at the bottom of her bag. Luckily, her caution was well warranted. Another vial had broken. She carefully plucked the glass out and placed it all inside of the same pouch. The pouch was nearly overflowing; anything more and it would most likely rip or bust open from all of the glass inside. She quickly reorganized her bag. Keeping the glass at the bottom would be a mistake that she would not want to make.

After this tunnel-visioned cleaning, she quickly noticed the other person on the ground with her. Elemette had remembered that he had said something, but what that was, she didn't really pay attention. All that she knew was that she and anotehr person had fallen.

[color=F7D6B5]"Sorry! I'm sorry, that was my bad!"[/color] She said sheepishly, bowing her head to the man. [color=F7D6B5]"I didn't mean to... Er... bump into you!"[/color] While it had been apparent to onlookers that Elemette was standing there, she near-instinctively took all of the blame for the series of events.

[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]5x[/s]  [s]4x[/s] 3x Glass Vials
[*]Climbing Gear

[*]Hidden Pouch: COMPLETELY 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]