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Name: Lapis Dustwalker
Age:  30
Height: 5’6
Weight: 140
Class: Merchant, Nomad
Race: Human


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Money: 
Roughly 100 silver stored in a leather drawstring pouch
Weapons: 
Small wooden bow with a quiver of bone arrows. 
Two daggers, one stored, one equipped 
Covered wagon: 
Tarps
Poles
Collapsible wooden stall 
Crates filled with her wares
Preserved food
Dried and salted meats
Braids of various herbs 
Jars of pickled and jellied food
Locked crate:
		Coil of rope
		Coil of wire
		Rolls of parchment
		Quills and inkpots
		Leather-bound ledger
		Copper cooking pot
		Set of spices
		Bone utensils and dishware
Clothing: 
3 cotton shirts
3 cotton harem pants
Two head wraps/scarves
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[hider=Skills & Abilities:]
Street smarts
Hunting and gathering
Archery
Trap-setting
Some hand-to-hand combat
Some knife combat
High speed
High dexterity
High stamina
Long-distance running
Sprinting
Eye for craftsmanship and artistry
Cannot be fooled by counterfeits
Good cook
Conversational in most languages
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[hider=Appearance:]
	Lapis is a dusky-skinned woman with a sturdy build and impassive face. She can turn on the charm for potential customers, but more often than not, she gives very little away. Her skin is scarred and weathered from years of being battered by sandstorms, hard work, and unyielding sun. Her dark brown hair is short and shaggy, a clearly practical cut. She rarely lets it reach her shoulders. Her eyes are ruddy brown and narrowed in suspicion more than she’d like. She stands proudly out of necessity; it wouldn’t do to project weakness. But her smile when she relaxes is warm and disarming.
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[hider=Bio:]

	Lapis Dustwalker grew up in the nation of Roh, running a traveling merchant stall with her family. They rotated throughout the major cities of the desert country, withstanding the harsh, exposed terrain in between with resourcefulness and pure grit. The Dustwalkers started out a proud, numerous clan; but just recently, the last of her relatives, her uncle Kyanar, passed away in his sleep. Business was already dwindling; now, with even her elderly uncle’s meager help gone, she is struggling to make ends meet.

	She’s seen enough misery and violence to last her a lifetime, but it doesn’t stop her from harboring a stubborn, yet cautious compassion for those who surround her. People are just trying to get by, and it’s hard for her to fault them when they turn to crime. She’s reformed many a would-be thief by simply putting them to work at her stall for the promise of a hot meal and a seat out of the sun. Her most precious values are common sense, fairness, and integrity. Keep a promise to Lapis, and you’ll earn her respect and loyalty. Breaking your word to her earns you her eternal disgust. However, that’s not to say she doesn’t know the value of a well-placed lie–if it’s for a good cause. Survival, righting a wrong, or pursuit of the truth: all good motivations in her book. Her temper is swift and vicious; her anger fuels her in a fight, almost like a berserker’s rage. But she’s quick to calm when the adrenaline recedes.

	Lapis has heard every conceivable story about the king’s assassination. When rumors abound like that, it’s difficult to discern the truth, so she largely ignores the gossip. She prefers to make up her own mind based on what she can see with her own two eyes, and unless some wizard can magick her back in time to witness the murder herself, she’ll not pass judgment, thanks very much. It’s nothing to do with her anyway. Her focus is on her failing business–unless some strange event or terrible misfortune were to befall her…
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