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Name: Levietha Moore

Age: 22

Species: Human

Role: Bard, occasional cook. 

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Female

Outfit: pin.it/4uQBgOwQ6
✧ She usually has on a pirate themed outfit with loose fitting pants or a skirt, and a loose blouse, that is cinched at the waist with a belt or corset. She usually wears fingerless gloves and boots, all earthy tones. Her hair always is partially put back with a bandana, and she wears a good amount of jewelry. Sucks for stealth, but she likes the jingles. 

Weapon(s) of Choice: Her lute or a frying pan. She goes for objects that she can hit people with. ( pin.it/1NeK9nTLM )

Special Skills/Abilities: She has no magical abilities, but physically she exceeds at a few fighting styles. While muscle isn’t her strong suit, she is quick, light on her feet. Often time she is able to beat her opponents by managing to get behind them and bashing their heads with her pan or lute.  Her fighting style is what in our world would be known as Savate-French kickboxing, hitting main points of the body in fluid motions 

Personality:
Levietha is a more outspoken woman, finding humor in dull situations, usually to cope with the gravity of something important. While of course this can at times lighten the mood, she often makes jokes in situations that require a somber tone. But even though she tries to find things comical, she is by no means an optimist. She is blunt, and says things how they are, which has gotten her in quite the number of fights. She is creative, and enjoys helping others find their own creative passions and outlets. It’s important. She feels like she isn’t entirely worthless when she does that. 

History:

Levietha was born into death. Her mother, a kind and gentle woman, was taken at her birth, dying soon thereafter. This broke her father, who was once a strong, proud man. In fact, he was the mayor of Coppersdale in the past, before the loss of his wife. 
After that, he drove the city into the ground, neglecting his daughter, blaming Levietha for every bad thing that would come his way. He felt she was a bad omen, a strange girl that brought only heartache. 
The city was taken over later by his brother, a younger and…more stable man. 
Once Levietha turned 15 though, her father seemed to begin getting better. He started to spend time with her, teaching her the lute, and he even made a matchbox for her, having noticed how she hated the dark. Of course, he had his off days, and when he remarried, he once again became a shell of himself, turning his back in his daughter as his new wife controlled the household. This woman, Kendra, a snakelike lady who was snobbish, a genuine bitch, married into the family and after a year, convinced her husband to kick Levietha out of her own home. 
The young girl didn’t plead, didn’t beg. She stayed silent, then slowly, laughs bubbles in her chest is disbelief. She left that night with only a few coin, some clothes and her lute, along with a small bag that held what she thought was dear to her, including the matchbox. 
Levietha would travel town to town, singing, playing, doing anything to earn coin. She picked up small things along the way, reaching herself to fight and sew. Occasionally she would take mercenary jobs, finding that she had a decent knack for it. Life was calm. For now. 

Fears:

✧ Thalassophobia
✧ Monophobia
✧ Nyctophobia

Hobbies:

✧ Writing music and lyrics with her lute
✧ Drawing and labeling different plants 
✧ Drawing and labeling different birds
✧ Telling stories and tales at random
✧ Sewing

Extra: She, at all times, has a matchbox made by her father with her. 

Quote: “BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!”

Tattoos: None of them really have meaning, half the time she is just upset or bored. 
On her arm-pin.it/5weZOWvnw
On her rib cage- pin.it/20v4OTedv
On her back- pin.it/7jI9LL1a7
On her thigh- pin.it/8gNpJQzdQ

Interacting with: @Dark Light

Genevieve grits her teeth at his refusal. This man was going to drop one day if this is how he reacted to all medical treatment. She was sure that she could have fixed his wounds quickly enough to go back and get more supplies. It was obvious though that he wouldn’t shift his opinion, stubborn as a mule. 

She shifts away a bit as the stranger comes up, memorizing the directions given verbally by the burly man. Kenji begins walking, his limp driving a nail into Gens skull. This man…she sighs, moving next to him. 

At his question she pauses her thoughts, looking over to him, “Oh,” she hums. She knew that something of the sort would come up eventually, she should have had a better answer. Although, everyone has something awful in their past, she isn’t special in that sense. 
“Well…” she begins, messing a bit with her hair, pushing annoying strands from her vision. 

“I just…wanted to see the world. Being a traveling doctor costs too much everywhere else. And besides, I’ve always had an interest in piracy. You all have a type of freedom, being on the sea, not answering to anyone but your captain.” She hums, “Freedom is a luxury to me, so when I saw a chance, I took it.”

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