Vagrant
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[b]Name:[/b] Ariette “Vagrant” Forge
[b]Age:[/b] 17. Though when asked, she always claims older. 
[b]District:[/b] 13
[b]Occupation:[/b] Pick-pocket, smuggler, full-time low-life. [/hider]

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[b]Picture:[/b]
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[b]Physical Description:[/b]

Vagrant is fire and ice. She is a hurricane, bundled into the body of a 5’2’ girl. Though her stature is tiny, she walks with the confidence of a giant, and looks down on those who stand head and shoulders above her. She is sturdily built, with muscle visible through her arms and shoulders, and a solid core. 

She wears her hair short, strands of dark red often falling into her face. Vagrant’s expression is often one of easy confidence, often bordering on arrogance. She has pale blue eyes, capable of turning icy when her temper is evoked. Though she is pretty, Vagrant is neither aware of this fact, nor does she care. 

[b]Clothing and Equipment:[/b]
Vagrant’s usual attire consists of simple clothing. She dresses in white tank tops and dark pants, often stained with dirt and grime, but never blood. She keeps her clothes free of blood at all times. Her feet are protected by a pair of steel-toed boots, a size too large and stolen from a street fighter several years ago. 

She lives out of her backpack, an old leather object that never leaves her shoulder. It contains her most prized possessions. Her changes of clothes; a crumpled photograph of her and Austin, taken when they were 4 and 11 years old; a set of spiked brass knuckles, previously owned by her brother; strips of cloth for wrapping her knuckles; and whatever money she happens to be in possession of, usually very little. 
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[b]Personal Details:[/b]
Ariette Forge was born in District 15. Her family consisted of parents Scott and Jeanine Forge, as well as her brother Austin, seven years older than her. 

From the time Ari was born until she turned four, the responsibility of looking after her fell largely to Austin. Their father, Scott, was a heavy drinker, and was constantly trying to find work. When he was at home, he was either drunk or hungover, and abusive to his wife and children. Jeanine, their mother, often committed acts of infidelity, cheating on her husband with other men. Austin saw his family disintegrating, and swore to save his sister from a life of domestic violence. When she was four, and he was eleven, the two of them ran away. 

They stuck to the lower districts for the following years, losing themselves in the immense city. Austin quickly learned how to be streetwise. He mastered petty thievery, lying, arguing, and fighting. As Ari grew older, her brother became her hero. He was everything to her, best friend, brother, and father. He taught her how to survive, how to steal, and above all, how to fight. By the time she was ten years old, petite little Ariette could hold her own in a fight against an adult. Even her brother, a giant of a man by the time he was seventeen, would lose a fight against her on rare occasion. 

She began to go by the nickname of Vagrant. It was the name people spat at her when she begged for change at street corners. It was the name that shopkeepers hissed when they realized that she had left with some of their wares. And it was the name that Austin laughingly called her whenever she completed some impressive task. 

Despite the skill that the Forge children had, Zone Beta was still a massive slum, heavily populated with all sorts of shady folk. People died. Deals went wrong. No one was really safe. Not ever. 

Vagrant was sixteen years old when her brother died. 

Austin was a giant, nearly 6'6" in height, and weighing in at 250lbs. His build was solid muscle, and his icy gaze could strike fear into the hearts of those who tried to cross him. But even the strongest man has little chance when the fight is three on one. It was the simple result of a deal gone wrong. Weapons they had stolen for money to be spent on food. The deal turned sour, and a fight broke out. 

Two of the men held Ariette roughly; she was forced to stand by and watch. The other three took on Austin. His life ended with a knife in his throat. Everyone ran before his heart had even stopped bleeding. Ariette’s brother died in her arms, bleeding out with her unable to do anything. 

Months later, she has vowed to hunt down the men who killed her brother, and end their lives the same way they ended his. 

[b]Personality[/b]
Vagrant is a confident person, to the point of arrogance. She tends to overestimate herself, and will take on tasks above what her skills allow her to do. However, she is fiercely determined and always performs to her fullest. Backing down from a fight, to Vagrant, is the highest level of cowardice. 

Though she is instinctively sceptical and distrusting, Vagrant is loyal to the death when she becomes close to someone. The only one this has ever happened with before was her brother. 

Vagrant is clever, though not intelligent. She likes to pick a fight against larger opponents, if only to prove that she can take them on. Her fiery temper is easily sparked, and she can hold a grudge.

Surprising, for one so prone to violence, Vagrant suffers from terrible hemophobia. The sight of blood brings back powerful flashbacks of the night her brother died. A nosebleed is often enough to make her useless in a fight.
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