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Name: Alyssia Rosethorn

Appearance: A woman who is quite short, about 4 feet 11 inches tall. She is rather thin, as would be expected of a woman who grew up on the street. What is surprising about her is that though she isn’t “big” in any sense of the word, she is strong and her muscles are toned. Her skin is tan and even in hue; her dark brown hair is usually pulled tight into a braid, with a strap of leather with spikes on it woven through it, to discourage people from grabbing her by the hair. Her ears are noticeably pointed, and so are her teeth to a slight degree; her slightly slanted eyes are a very pretty dark green, though if the light angle is just right it seems like they flash almost reddish…

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: 4/8 human, 3/8 wood elf (with 1/8 of dark elf (her great grandfather was one))

Rank: Templar

Personality: A levelheaded, calm woman who knows how to survive and run a family, something you wouldn’t expect from a barely-twenty-year-old. She cares mostly for her own survival and but will help others whenever she can after her own needs are met. She has often been known to give a large portion of her salary to the hungry beggars on the street, having a soft spot for them, because she once was one of them.

[hider=Bio (wall of text warning!)] Alyssia was born to a human prostitute and… well, she’s not exactly sure who her father was. Obviously a travelling elf, but there were so many of them going through the tavern that they couldn’t exactly figure out which one was her dad. Alyssia’s mother was sixteen years old when she was born; it seemed that Aly was going to be killed, as any infant would be. But then the house owner noticed how beautiful she was, even as a mere infant, and decided to keep her as a “future investment” of sorts.

It was one day, when Aly was ten (and already quite a fair young lady), that raiders stormed the tavern. Apparently, the owner had cheated one too many times and he was going to pay in blood. They killed everyone inside; Aly herself was only spared because she had been sent to the market.

As she saw the wreckage of the tavern, and thus everything that she knew, tears sprang to her eyes. There was a little tug on her belt and she looked down to see a tiny girl, she couldn’t have been more than five, who asked, “Mum, ken I has a copper? I be hungee, and my sisters be too.” 

“You’re very brave, to ask someone like me for help. But I think I can give you more than a copper. I don’t have anywhere to go myself, so I might as well help you.”

Over the next eight years she learned skills from other kids on the street. How to pickpocket, and steal, and most of all how to fight. With fists, with daggers, with a rusty screw, with a stick. She learned how to cheat, and seduce men for a little extra pocket change.

Then when she was eighteen years old, she happened into the wrong place at the wrong time. Four elvish “travelers”, who wanted to strike a deal of sorts. She was to travel with them, be a companion, and provide “entertainment”, until they tired of her… “service.” In return they would teach her how to shoot and fight like an elf, not like a dirty human streetchild. Of course, if she refused, they’d kill every beggar in the city, they said.

And she believed them, so she went along, for two bitter, painful years. They did make good on their promise to teach her, and did not mistreat her so badly as she was mistreated as a kitchen girl. What was different, what hurt her now was the… type of service they requested. The last time she had ever served she had been a little girl, and now she found that, being a woman, it was extremely different.

They traveled along the country for two years, the four rowdy elven men and their demure little maid. In that time she never learned their names, never learned what they were doing. (and they somehow concealed any “business” they might have done in the towns from her) Then, they left her at the gates of her home city with no further explanation, but a substantial gift of money, and were gone.

Now twenty years old, and confident in her abilities, the young woman’s first stop was the Templar’s office; she volunteered herself for service. And though the recruiter was somewhat taken aback by the short woman, either the archer’s gear or the multitude of concealed daggers must have convinced them that she was serious.[/hider]

Weapons: Daggers, longbow

Magic: A bit of restoration magic—she has a lot of raw power but no training at all in how to use it. Usually it’s only use had been in healing cuts and scrapes from sparring matches and ensuring that an accident wouldn't cause her to follow in her mother's footsteps.

Other: N/A
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