Character Sheet HappyNisa ______________________________ [b]Name:[/b] Lethia Avalyn Ashwezir [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Hume [b]Weapons:[/b] None really, but she has a small knife in her satchel. [b]Equipment:[/b] A cloak that is a bit too small, a short dress with underneath trousers. She has no boots but her feet are covered in bandages and she wears socks over them. [b]Inventory:[/b] A lantern with candle and a satchel. Her satchel is precious to her as her name is sown inside it and her only clue to who she might be. In her satchel she has: a small bag with some coins, a drinking bag with alcohol of some sorts, a piece of rope, some left-over bandages, an apple and a small knife. [b]Appearance: [/b] Lethia has grey eyes and her hair is a dull blonde. She’s covered in bruises, scars and wounds of which she has no recollection getting them. Her cloak is a dark brown while the rest of her attire is in a dreary gray. Her satchel is made of a smooth leather. [b]Background:[/b] Lethia found herself in the middle of the wilderness without any memory nor clothes. She was wrapped up in bandages and her body hurt all over. The only thing in her possession was a satchel of a soft leather. It was roughly tied around her waist. Inside she found a drinking bottle, a bit of rope and a scroll with inside a map. Thirsty as she was she took a big gulp of the liquid inside the bottle. As soon as she tasted it, she spit it out again. The alcohol was too disgusting for her to drink. Miserably she looked around her, looking for a clue as to where she was. She spotted a road and tried to get up to reach it when the pain hit her. Distraught she looked at the bandages again, finally understanding that she was injured. Like a snake crawling around her skin the panic hit her. She opened her mouth wide open and started shaking uncontrollable. No sound escaped her lips, no tears left her eyes. She just sat there until rain started to fall on top of her and her panic washed away. She opened up the satchel and found the map. Not even one town rang a bell. After staring at the unknown towns and roads for what looked like hours she threw the useless thing away. Out of pure frustration she walked the torturing distance to the road. There she found a tumbled carriage and two humes. They were both staring at the raining sky with unseeing eyes. The female’s clothing were torn but right next to her was another satchel. One that looked a scary lot like the one she had around her waist. She collapsed next to the woman’s body and laid there in between the bodies until the pain subsided again. She reached for the woman’s satchel and found a piece of cheese and dried out bread. Her stomach rumbled but the idea of eating made her nauseous. She put the food in her own satchel and emptied the other satchel. It was empty except for a knife. She then noticed the name stitched inside the satchel: Guinevere Lilian Ashwezir. She looked at her own satchel and on a closer inspection she read Lethia Avalyn Ashwezir. Dumbstruck she looked at the woman and then at the man. Lethia realized she had lost a familymember, possibly her mother. Yet the woman didn’t look familiar, she couldn’t remember anything about her. The simple fact that she couldn’t even remember the woman lying dead in the dirt before her brought her to tears. Crawling she went to the side of the road and started digging holes for the two dead people behind her. Inflicting pain upon herself while doing so, because she found she deserved it. How could she not remember them? How could she not remember herself? She allowed herself to take the man’s socks and put them around her hurt feet and the cloak of the woman to keep herself warm, but she didn’t take anything else. Silently she buried the two people then collapsed next to it. The next time she woke up she was in a strangers bed. Her bandages had been refreshed and an elder woman was dipping her face with a cold cloth. “Don’t move too much, you’re very hurt.”, she said to Lethia before she called out for her husband. The husband entered the room and Lethia felt panic she didn’t understand. The elder lady however pushed her husband out immediately. She took Lethia in her arms and started humming lullabies until the panic subsided. “I’m so sorry, child. I didn’t realize that looking at a man might frighten you. Oh, the horrors you must have been in!” Lethia remembered none of the horrors, but was glad for the soothing words of the lady. “Where are my manners? My name’s Kioni Hazenfell, me and my husband found you next to... We found you and treated your wounds. What’s your name?” Lethia opened her mouth and shut it when she realized that she wasn’t going to produce any sound. Instead she pointed at the satchel at her bed end. Kioni brought it to her and Lethia pointed at her name inside it. “Lethia Ashwizer? Nice to make your acquaintance. Are you hungry?” Apparently Kioni decided that she was and she went off to get some food. For a couple of weeks she rested at the Hazenfell’s house. She had only gotten a few panic attacks and Kioni was always ready to sooth her. Her husband Elric came and tried to talk to her, trying to get answers about what had happened. When he realized Lethia couldn’t speak nor remember, he let her be and started talking about himself and Kioni. Lethia felt at home and the Hazenfells both seemed to accept her in their house. Until their harvest got ruined by thieves. Neither ever said a word about making her leave, but Lethia felt it was time to go even though she hadn’t fully healed yet. She left in the night leaving a note to express her gratitude, taking only the clothes they had given her, her own satchel, her father’s socks, her mother’s cloak and one of the many lanterns the household possessed. Later on she started stealing to come by: a necklace here, some money there. People never gave her a second glance which really helped her improve on her stealing skills. Whenever she got the chance she took something from someone. Whatever she stole, she’d trade later for something she actually needed. Only her lantern, her satchel, her socks and cloak, where things she never traded around as those were precious reminders. Nowadays she’s still roaming around stealing whenever needed, going unnoticed without effort. Days go by in which she feels like ending it all, so she might be with her unknown memories, but until this day she’s still floundering around, injuries and depressions and all. [b]Personality:[/b] Lethia appears to be the rather unfazed about the world around her, but can have spontaneous panic attacks. It’s not like she’s antisocial but her being unable to communicate made her stop seeking out other people. Though she doesn’t know how to speak, she does know how to steal unnoticed. Unable to withhold those urges to steal, she is what you could call a kleptomaniac. This is however born out of her need to steal to survive. Her abilities to survive are however greatly tested by her own depressions and clumsiness. Job: Thief Skills: Stealing, moving around without being noticed. [b]Traits:[/b] Fast, quiet, easily distracted, kleptomaniac, clumsy (especially in social circumstances) [b]Magic:[/b] Shapeshifting (untrained, slightly unpredicatable) [b]Talent:[/b] Being almost impossibly silent. [b]Theme:[/b] I never know what to do with these... If you find a nice fitting song for her go add it... else well she’s soundless.. why should she have musical theme? Let the silence be her theme... :p ______________________________