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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][i]The minstrel boy to the war has gone, 
In the ranks of death you'll find him; 
His father's sword he hath girded on, 
And his wild harp slung behind him.[/i]
— Thomas Moore, "The Minstrel Boy"[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]


[color=f7941d]Name:[/color] Valyrra Fable (“And now that you have my full name, kindly forget it. Its just Val, thankyouverymuch.”)
[color=f7941d]Age:[/color] 23
[color=f7941d]Height:[/color] 5’4
[color=f7941d]Weight:[/color] 120
[color=f7941d]Class:[/color] Warrior Poet
[color=f7941d]Race:[/color] Elf (Or mostly. Her father was only half.)
[color=f7941d]Weapons & Equipment:[/color]

[i]Sword and Dagger:[/i] A serviceable matched pair. The sword is a one handed, double-edged arming sword too long for Val’s height, but well balanced with a wicked point and a blood groove carved down the center. The dagger is a little more than half the sword’s length, but wickedly sharp. Both have simple, leather wrapped hilts.

[i]Lute:[/i] A well-loved if some what scratched and worn instrument. It is an unadorned, fretless guitar-like instrument with a curved back and gut strings. For all its unimpressive appearance, it has a sweet sound, its strings dutifully waxed and tuned.

[i]Clothing:[/i] Worn but well kept knee-high boots, scuffed leather armor, and a thick brown cloak

[i]Various and Sundries: [/i]Flint, stone, a little dried meat and hard biscuit, extra lute strings (lovingly coiled in their own hard leather case), a bit of rope and wire for snares, a dented flask for spirits, and a water sack.

[color=f7941d]Skills and Abilities:[/color]

[i]Swordswoman:[/i] Val fights like a dervish, sword in her right hand and dagger in her left, reliant on her agility and quick wits to keep her alive against stronger, better armed opponents. Years of living off her abilities as a fighter have made her a skilled, if not elegant, swordswoman but she’ll still stoop to underhanded tricks if given half a chance.

[i]Minstrel:[/i] Val has a warm, husky voice and long, agile fingers excellent for plucking out rollicking tunes on her lute. She’s paid for many a night in an inn with her music and often entertains herself on the road with the little ditties she makes up as she goes.

[i]Survivor:[/i] Val might have never been much for studying, but the school of hard knocks is a demanding teacher. Since leaving home at the ripe old age of 17, she’s learned a number of skills essential to survival. She can hang a snare, skin and gut most anything, tell poisonous berries and mushrooms from good, and tell what water is to drink and what ought to just be left alone to list a few. In short, she possesses what skills any solitary wanderer would need to last more than a few months on the road.

[color=f7941d]Bio:[/color] 

Valyrra Fable was an accident, the by-blow of a half-elf merchant deep in his cups and a beautiful young elven barmaid still naive enough to be impressed by sweet words and trinkets. The unlikely pair married after the barmaid, Eloise, began to show and told Aaron Fable that she’d tell every merchant in Alvion who’s it was if he didn’t marry her, see if she wouldn’t.

Despite this rough start, Val’s early life wasn’t unhappy. She was a wild child, spoiled by her father and more likely to run off and beg old soldiers for war stories and fencing lessons than sit and learn her sums, though she did let her mother teach her to sing and play the lute. By the time she was 17, it was plain that out of some mixture of laziness and wild nature that she’d never make a merchant, so her father gave up trying to make an apprentice out of his only child and instead started to look for a likely man to marry her and take over the family business.

As this suited Val’s idea of a good time not at all, she ran away from home and has since been making a living off a mixture of sellsword and minstrel work, going wherever her wanderlust tells her. Its a rough life, but a free one, and Val would always rather be footsore than beholden to anyone.[/hider]