[b]Name: [/b] Lucia Dorret (Luch-ee-uh Door-et) 

[b]Age: [/b] 26

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Nationality:[/b] Chorn 

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Class: [/b]Rogue/Archer 

[b]Physical Description: [/b]

Lucia has rather dark skin and almost black hair. Her eyes resemble the color of a mud puddle caught in the shadow of a building. Her face is built like that of a stereotypical fantasy elf; a long face, a pointed chin, high cheek bones, pointed eyes, and a small nose. Lucia is rather tall and is very lanky, she is roughly 6'2". Her dark hair is cut very haphazardly and short, looking like someone took fistfuls of hair and chopped it off. Lucia has long fingers, good for playing piano, and they add to her spindly appearance. She is missing her left pointer finger, in a result of her near-death experience. She has very soft skin, clearly not hardened by hard work or battle scars. Dorret has a ballerina-like gait, she walks quietly with a straight spine, head held heigh. She wouldn't be caught dead without her favorite, albeit cliche, forked pirate hat, black feather included. 

[b]Fighting Style: [/b]
Lucia prefers to strike from in the shadows. She's not an up-close as personal kind of gal, she prefers to fire the arrow that seems to appear from thin air before embedding itself in its target. When someone gets a little too close, she'll lash out with a dagger. 

[b]Skills[/b]
- Stealth
- Leadership
- Pickpocketing
- Archery

[b]Personality/Mental: [/b]
Lucia is constantly living in the "work smarter not harder" mindset. If she could do something faster by doing it dishonestly, she will. Her mindset might also be part of her slothfulness. She'd much rather sit than stand, walk than run, or starve for a few hours than go through the trouble of making a meal. 
If she was a common-day human being, she would've been diagnosed with ADD. She'll switch a topic at the drop of a hat, and is attracted to anything that gives off a faint shine or glow. It's actually so bad, she'll be in the middle of running for her life but will stop to grab a coin from a nearby box. 
Dorret has never liked the idea of someone's freedom's being taken away. If you can't do what you please, then what's the point of living? 
Lucia doesn't believe in Gods and all that nonsense, but she does believe in some sort of an afterlife. She has total faith in the existence of ghosts. 
Lucia, on one of her little 'adventures', encountered a very angry ice mage. What made him so upset was beyond her, but it might have something to do with his 'lost' items. In the middle of their meeting, the ice mage froze her to death. She was legally brain dead for a few minutes, leaving her with some brain damage. After the mage was captured and Lucia cooled off, pun intended, she figured everything was fine. That was until she started hearing voices and seeing off-putting images that were seemingly disregarded by the creatures around her. Turns out she didn't just lose her finger to frostbite that day, she also lost her mind. 

[b]History: [/b]Ever since she was a little miscreant living on a rice plantation she wanted to be a sailor. The freedom of being able to go where you wanted, whether that be a half a world away, was very appealing in her mind. 
When her mother wasn't working and she wasn't sleeping, she would tell Lucia stories of her time at sea. Lucia stole herself a row boat after being inspired by her mother's tales. She dreamt of being able to sail anywhere, and have the experience of being truly free. Stealing the boat was not a very bright idea considering she didn't know how it worked and immediately lost the paddles when she finally got in the water. Even though she crashed it into several rocks, it was the best day of her life. Ever since she's been boating around every chance she gets. 
Her father's lessons in thievery stuck with her, so she took anything worth anything. She gained quite the criminal record, so becoming an honest sailor was something she couldn't really do. She still doesn't consider herself a pirate, she is a sailor in her mind, albeit a crooked one. 
Her childhood would look like a mess to someone on the outside. Her mother a farmer and her father a crook. It wasn't exactly the best couple one would hope for. With her mother nearly consumed by the work on the rice field, she spent the majority of her time with her ex-con of a father. Before he had hidden away on Chorn, he had been a professional thief and assassin. He was still technically on the run, even though he didn't go anywhere. 
Lucia's father often took her to the docks, to show her the closest thing to life outside of a field. This is where her father taught her how to be as quiet as a shadow, and to be a thieving weasel. She stole many trinkets from the sailors, and every now and then their lunch. When they were pulling off a small heist, that would be the only time she would hear her father laugh. 
When she eventually got too big to give the sailors her doe eyes, her father taught her his other profession. When she first started, she could barely knock an arrow without it sliding away or falling off. Through the years of constant practice and advice from her father, she finally managed to shoot a rabbit. Although, when she was 15, her father was found and was sentenced to death for his crimes. Lucia remembered her father saying, "Everything is going to be alright. Stay strong, little thing," before he was taken onto a boat never to be seen again. She still practices with her bow, to honor her father's memory. 
 

[b]Inventory: [/b]
 Bow & Arrows
 Dagger 
 Around 50 gold (or whatever the currency is) 
 Spare clothes 
 Some blankets 
 A water skin
 A pot 
 A short book