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[quote][color=#b30101][h3]𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Migi Blackbarrow[/color][/indent][/indent][h3][color=#b30101]ℜ𝔞𝔠𝔢[/color] | [color=#b30101]𝔄𝔤𝔢[/color] | [color=#b30101]𝔖𝔢𝔵[/color][/h3][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Burrowfolk[/color] | [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Thirty-One[/color] | [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Female[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Migi is the height of a barstool, but with an attitude that'd make anyone think twice before mistaking her as such. Her hair is a tallow-hued mop on her head with large chunks obscuring her tawny brown eyes. Her brows are always some variation of perturbed, whether it be with the person at hand or the situation she can't get out of. Nasty scars, like the scratches from a wolf, rake over her face. Her lips might be full, but they're never inviting. Instead, she stands with her hip cocked, and her hand placed on it like it was a weapon she could draw from her arsenal. While diminutive in height, she's not in frame. The large, somewhat ill-fitting armor, belies a meek form instead of the strong one she possesses.

Her stance is pure confidence with a touch of bitterness for flavor. Migi enjoys wielding smaller mannish weapons, finding that the intricate ones made for her folk are too meek for her calling. Half of Migi's height is sheer bravado.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]One might be surprised about how loud Migi is considering her height. Her lungs must be triple her size. Not one to parse opinions and find the most suitable, she's insulted many and made a few enemies. But she's fond of drinking them under the table--the drop being further for herself than for them. Boisterous, proud, sarcastic, and (self-described as) the wittiest person you'd known, Migi is unforgettable--but maybe for the wrong reasons. A nod and a wink accompany euphemisms to parts and acts that would usually go unnamed.

She's your best friend in stormy weather and a stormy friend in calm weather. Migi can't live without a fight to be had, even if she makes it herself. Prone to chaos, she'd make even The Banished Queen blush (again, her words.)

There's some of that good-natured Burrowfolk in her, though. If having to pick between a hearty meal and a grand adventure, she'd be fine with skipping the adventure for food. You can find danger around every corner--a full stomach is harder to come by.[/color][/indent][/indent][/quote]
[quote][color=#b30101][h3]𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡[/h3][/color][indent][indent][b]Profession[/b] - [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Privateer[/color]
[b]Class [/b]- [COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Rogue - Swashbuckler[/color]
[b]Heritage[/b] - [COLOR=SLATEGRAY] Carpenter's Seventh Child[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]ℌ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶[/h3][/color][hider=Long Story Long][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]The start of our tale is one of darkness, cruelty, struggles of power that are unimaginable, more darkness, maybe a stormy night, blood-covered blades, and other things of the tragic narrative type. Or at least, this is how Migi might say the whole affair began. Instead, the beginning of her story is very boring, but no one is born into infamy. They have to earn it.

The seventh child, and only daughter, of Dougal and Tig Barrow from Pumpkinhollow isn't a formidable lineage. Dougal and Tig were a husband and wife duo that took to carpentry as easy as a goose takes to shanking a person with their bill. They were aggressive, followed their dreams, and no one could talk them down--or talk over them for that matter. The Barrow family all helped the business, having different aspects that they tended to. Migi was always in charge of unloading the supplies from the world outside Pumpkinhollow. They traded with the other folk very rarely, but the Burrowfolk haven couldn't provide everything however self-sufficient they were. 

One day, Migi was handed an old, worn book that spoke of the Adventures in the North. She gobbled it up almost immediately. There were heroics, dashing sword fights, handsome lords, and daring ladies. She wanted so bad to be a part of the world and not at all stuck in Pumpkinhollow with the annoyance of family around. So, with a plan that she thought was both smart and brave, Migi packed her things and hid in one of the mannish carts leaving Pumpkinhollow. Her adventure was about to begin.

Unfortunately, barely a day into her grand story... things went bad. Migi didn't have a single royal to her name. Thinking she might be able to work the kitchens, much like the stories in her book, she was turned away at every turn. "How will you even reach the sink?" they spat at her. This larger world wasn't some sort of mystical place where she'd have fine adventures, but instead quicksand that threatened to swallow her whole. It wasn't until a man by the name of Robin Sanguierre met her.

It'd been her third night in the alley outside a tavern that tended to throw out its scraps. It was a hard-fought battle for them, but Migi used her size and her invisibility in her favor. The latter was what Robin saw and coveted. He brought an offer forward to the young Migi. All she had to do was rob a small merchant vessel that was docked in the dead of night and return with a wax seal. He said it was once his family's, but his father's drunken gambling debts had led it to fall into the hands of people quite unsavory. He had the coin to buy it back, but the merchants didn't wish to sell it to him. Robin told her that if she did this, he'd pay her--handsomely. More so, she could stay at his estate. Migi was elated, this was the chance she'd been waiting for.

He gave her the precise location and directions to where the seal would be, along with a small sword and a file to get the chest open. It was supposed to be easy. And maybe it would have been, but while Migi was attempting to wrench the lid on the chest open the sword fell out of her beltloop and clattered to the ground. A guard heard and rounded the corner. She'd gotten the chest popped, and she quickly turned invisible to rifle through it. Finding the seal, she pocketed it before trying to make her escape. Unfortunately, she tripped on a buckled board and clattered to the ground--her invisibility wearing off. The guard saw her and grabbed his weapon. Migi can't really tell you what happened next. What she can say was that she grabbed her sword from the ground and thrust it up trying to protect herself. The soft drip of warm blood echoed through the room before she opened her eyes to see the guard clutching his gut. Migi fled.

She returned to Robin with the seal, her hands shaking. He comforted her, telling her that she'd done a good job and that he'd honor his deal. Maybe you thought that Robin was in his entirety a liar, and you wouldn't be completely wrong. But he did have the means to pay Migi, and he did have an estate for her to live in... along with other "talented tradesmen." Robin, in truth, was actually Robin the Black, a pirate who had gotten wealthy off of stolen riches, forged titles, and coins in the right pockets.

In the time that followed, Migi Barrow would become Migi Blackbarrow a privateer for the dreaded Robin the Black. She was trained in combat, sabotage, and above all--thievery. What once was a wide-eyed girl that was delighted by the large world and terrified of any harm she might cause, turned into something unrecognizable. This wasn't a phenomenon that happened overnight. It was a slow escalation. Her fingers already felt sticky with blood despite her skin being pristine and unblemished. She tried to get away from that life, but the world outside had nothing to offer her. The thought of returning to Pumpkinhollow passed her mind, but she had not the coin to get back. Moreso, she didn't know how to proceed once she arrived. How could she work herself back into her family's good graces? It was easier to stay under the wing of Robin the Black than face the consequences of her actions. There weren't any slaps to the hand for the jobs she did for the ex-pirate. So, Migi worked up the ladder of the privateers in Robin's stead. She led her band of "talented tradesmen" out on the open water to rob merchant ships, cargo ships, and occasionally even a passenger ship or two. While she and her troupe never sought to outright kill anyone, they did give them an ultimatum--either jump into the lifeboats, off the side, or be burned alive when they set the boats ablaze. And anyone that might find it humorous to laugh at her size, or the whimsical look of her face, got a sword slapped across their cheek. Migi did not play nice.

And maybe she would have continued with this life, had it not been for the fateful night that she learned what Robin had been using the seal for.

It had been an accident. Migi had found herself rifling through the drawers in his office one evening, waiting for him to return. It was there that she saw a block of golden wax and the seal inside a velvet-lined box. She'd never gotten a good look at it that fateful night, and so she decided to take a peak this evening. It was a sword with a rose imbued into the metal. Migi had seen this symbol before, she swore. There was a strong instinct in the pit of her stomach to take the wax seal, and she did. Later that evening, while wandering through the Rooks, houses in the dock district, did she see the symbol. Recently, the port town had gotten a new judge that had taken to clearing out the "riff-raff." Robin had been warring against him in the shadows, as the judge removed people from the ancient property. So, imagine her surprise when she saw a sheet of paper nailed into a door demanding the eviction of the tenants or their execution with a glob of golden wax imprinted with a sword and rose on the bottom of it. The door was ajar, and Migi saw the blood coming from underneath the crack. She realized exactly what Robin had been doing, and the seal was a kiss of death. So, Migi fled.

Unfortunately, Robin's eyes and ears were everywhere. She'd escaped further North than she ever had been, but she still awoke the next morning to the sword at her neck and a very large warrant for her capture.[/color][/indent][/indent][/hider][/quote]   
[quote][color=#b30101][h3]ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔩𝔢[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Robbery, Arson, Destruction to Personal Property, Destruction to Business Property, Assault, Probable Murder, Public Intoxication, and Three Separate Accounts of Indecent Exposure. Seperately the offenses may not have seemed dire, but stacked together they were easily a death sentence. Yet, maybe it was the cut of her jib that led her captors to not kill her. Or at least that's what Migi tells herself. Truth is, she's probably kept alive as a link to her former patron.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Migi is already so far from home, she couldn't even imagine trying to head back now. The only way for her to keep her head above water is to stay busy. She managed to make it out with a very important wax seal seal, and she can only imagine that her former patron will try to hunt her as a matter of pride. So, it's easy to be a tree in the forest as she figures out what to do. The money doesn't hurt, either. [/color][/indent][/indent][/quote][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/0nQjnOi.png[/img][/center]
[quote][color=#b30101][h3]𝔄𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰[/h3][/color][indent][indent]
[b]Combat[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Dual Wielding[*][*][/list][/color]
[b]Intelligence[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Engineering[*][*][/list][/color]  
[b]Charisma[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*][*][*][/list][/color]
[b]Health[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Fortitude[*]Hearing[*][/list][/color]
[b]Faculties[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Intuition[*]Perception[*][/list][/color]
[b]Agility[/b][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Stealth[*]Lockpick[*]Swimming[/list][/color]
[b]Mysticism [0/1][/b][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔈𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔭𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][list][*]Long Knife [*]Brigand's Clothes [*]Tattered Cloak [*]Food & Water (1 Day)[*][/list][/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=SLATEGRAY][list][*][color=white][b]Royals[/b] [i](Gold)[/i] -[/color] 0
[*][color=white][b]Lordlings[/b] [i](Silver)[/i] -[/color] 5
[*][color=white][b]Commons[/b] [i](Copper)[/i] -[/color] 0[/list][/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]Northern[/color][/indent][/indent][/quote]
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[quote][color=#b30101][h3]𝔉𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔩 𝔖𝔨𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Good thing about this dwarf is that you don't have to spend much time looking for a stick tall enough to replace the one that's up his ass. He looks like some dockworkers drank him under the table and then tattooed his face, and their only input was 'blocky as dog shit.' That being said, I bet he could carry his own in a fight, and if you asked for a beating he'd deliver it with a bloody bow on top. Out all 'em, I'm sticking around him the most. If anything, he's the shape of a shield and can catch arrows even better."

"Fine. Unlike the rest of them, he actually has something of a head on his shoulders. Or at least not one filled with rocks, anyway. Though he'd love that considering his [i]dwarfiness[/i] and all. And that means he's that much dangerous. I'll keep him close like a favorite bottle of ale. Good to you one minute, and an absolute disaster the day after."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔈𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔙𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"I want to put a royal down on this dame being a con-artist. Ain't no one that pretty, that elegant, that put together without something else about them that's dangerous. By the Blade, she's here with the rest of us. One doesn't get exiled for flashing too pretty a smile. I don't trust her. She's going to stab us all in the back with a dagger made of fucking words."

"I don't know. I'd call her crazy for stepping out to the bandits and all, but I'd also call her clever. That guard that threatened her seemed more than content to let me take his weapon. This was after she kissed him. I don't know if her allure is that good, or if there's something else at play. That might explain something. It might explain her danger. While the rest of the lot, all men wouldn't you know, will probably discredit her... I'll buddy up."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]ℜ𝔢𝔶𝔳𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔞 𝔙𝔞𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔯[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Slap a dress on him, and he'll be as pretty as the blonde. You wonder if I got put on the damn wrong cart, but then I look at the shit-stained dwarf. He looks capable, but that might be the stink of privilege coming off of him in droves. He probably got that scar to sweet-talk the ladies, or lords I ain't one to judge, into bed with him. When in truth, he sneezed too hard by someone else's sword. That don't mean I don't want to see him with a weapon, but I want to see him with that weapon on the horizon... filled with arrows."

"He got a stick. End of contribution."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Fucking ass, this one is tall! I mean, I'm used to all the other mannish folk towering over me, but never to the point that I could barely make out their head. I'd count this one as being worth his salt, but he reminds me of those buffoons in the taverns that you'd throw a coin at to perform for you. Except, he strikes me as the one you'd throw the coin at to shut the fuck up. Maybe use that big mouth of yours to eat some of our captors. Heh."

"Well, I know now if I never need to look upon a tree, I can look upon him. A clever trick that I can't say that I've seen before. Then again, I usually avoid men that look like they could blow me away with a misplaced fart. At least he tried to have a plan. Even if his stupidity nearly got everyone killed."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]ℜ𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔨 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔫[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Looks to me like this man has seen some things. Not like the lot of us haven't, but there's a particular way his eyes narrow that tells me about it. That don't mean I want to swaddle him in a blanket and call him 'sweetie.' I just seen men like 'im before. They'll freeze up when the fire gets too hot about the memory of the fire being too damn hot. As useful as a sack of potatoes and not as edible."

"My first opinion was right. I enjoy being right. He also caught me and the [i]tit[/i]ular temptress from bein' sent into the sky like wingless, fat birds. I would have hated to know what Lorcan sees for a moment before becoming a sloppy meat pie on the ground. I think he means well, and he might have the only moral compass of the group. Does that mean it works? By the Blade, no. But it's better than rich boy and his stick."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔍𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔞[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"She's short for a human. That doesn't mean I like her or anything. By the Blade, if anything that means she's trying to sidle up to the very niche market I hold for paramours. That aside, she has a studied demeanor about her that reads 'if I got paid to slit your throat, I would. Otherwise, I'm going to brood and preen my tattoos.' That might mean I don't trust her. Nah. Just means I know what she's about. I'll try not to get on the bad side of whoever gives her coin."[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"Look, I didn't expect another burrahob in these parts. And I sure didn't expect one that seemed as clever as a fox and as cheerful as an unwanted body lump. He reminds me of my cousins, ready to pull the rug out from you just to have a laugh and an ale over it. Though, I can imagine that he'd have more than just a laugh. Can't say what yet... though."

"Wait a damn minute. Is he my cousin?"[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#b30101][h3]𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔤𝔞𝔡𝔬[/h3][/color][indent][indent][COLOR=SLATEGRAY]"I like a bit of salt on my half-elf steak. Back off Jaina. Go be short and cute to the rich boy. Huh. Oh. What else about Franny-boy? I don't know. He doesn't look like a barbequed stump like the rest of these louts?"[/color][/indent][/indent][/quote][/hider]