[H1]Eron Faeris[/h1]
[H2][B]Currency:[/b] 23 bits 1 coin
[B]Ammunition:[/b] 10 Arrows[/h2]
[B]Gender:[/b] Female
[B]Age:[/b] 25
[B]Race:[/b] Human
[B]Origin:[/b] Slums of Guillan
[B]Attire:[/b] Simple dark Cloth (Silent Movement, Little Defense)
[B]Demeanor:[/b] Closed off, Quiet when confronted, Calculating
[B]Flaws:[/b]
[Indent]- Eron often refuses to speak her mind, regardless of whether she knows she's right or not. As a result she's easily ignored, and is pushed out of mind.

- Greed. When Eron catches upon something of vakue she is drawn to it, sometimes forgoing her own safety if the prize is worth it.[/indent]
[H2][U][B]Skillsets[/b][/u][/h2]
[B]Lockpicking-[/b] 2
[B]Stealth-[/b] 3
[B]*Archery-[/b] 4
[B]Scaling-[/b] 4
[B]Moving Silently-[/b] 2
[H2][u][b]Background:[/b][/u][/h2]
[Indent][/indent] Born in the Slums of Guillan, and raised on its streets, the first decade of Eron's life was a flash of sickness, misery and terror. Whatever hope of a normal life she had died in the gutters of the High King's city like so many children Eron once knew. In a life where you're only as valuable as whatever you managed to steal, it was less important to be social than it was to be skilled. Words washed away, but bits were solid. Eron learned quickly that while her hands may not have been the most deft, there was always an open window somewhere, and you simply had to be willing to reach it.

Things evolved naturally from there, and she formed a true gift for climbing. As soon as she could afford it, she bought herself a sturdy Shortbow and enough Ammunition to deal with any rooftop patrols, making navigation between the deadly drops a breeze. A dagger added at her waist to handle anyone that might hear her quiet noises and she was ready to carve out a better life for herself out of the homes of others.

[H2][u][b]Personal Effects:[/b][/u][/h2]
Sturdy Shortbow
Rusty Dagger 
Leather Quiver with 10 Arrows
Dark Cloth Attire (Silent Movement, Minimal Protection)
Small set of picks
Her first stolen Gold Coin