The shorter man in the party, Quintus, had been watching Gweirca like a hawk. As the men searching for her departed he spoke up, "I don't imagine the gentlemen you brought here have got very far. Why are they hunting for you?" he asked, his tone level, conversational, "If I think you're lying or trying to give me the runaround, I'll call them back in and we can figure the question out together."
" That was close." Gweirca said as she emerged from her hiding spot behind the tall one. She then turned towards the man who asked her about the men.
" Oh those two? They accused me of cheating them in dice. I was, but there's no way they caught me. Speaking of which, wanna play dice?" Gweirca grinned slyly as she flicked her hand, causing three die to appear between her fingers.
" Wait..." Gweirca paused, taking a closer look at the group before them. "...you lot are those people that was going after that treasure in The Morgador, right? If so, I want in! You'll need my skills." Gweirca said as she flickered her hand again, the die disappearing just as magical as they appeared.
Gweirca landed near the entrance to Ealdormuda, her white wings kicking up dust from the sudden slow down. Nearby commoners were startled by her abrupt and chaotic landing, staring daggers at the young Sylpharim. Unfortunately, the mean looks from the townfolk was the least of Gweirca's problem. She looked like she had been running, well flying, from something for awhile now. Her clothes were dusty, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, and she was severely out of breath. Nothing about her appearance screamed that she was having a fun time.
Gweirca after having landed, bent over to catch her breath, her hands on her knees and her wings folding behind her. Unfortunately, her reprieve was short lived as two rough looking men riding horses, stormed through the main gate. She looked behind her and saw them just as they saw her.
" Oi, there's the bitch!" One called out, prompting the chase once again.
" Shit..." Gweirca muttered as she began to run through the streets, pushing herself even more through her exhaustion.
She pushed her way through the crowds of people, trying her best to lose her pursuers. Gweirca loved being a Sylpharim, but it was inconvenient at times. Trying to blend into a crowd was one of those inconvenient times. Her massive white wings stuck out like a sore thumb amongst humans. Quite problematic given her chosen profession.
Gweirca, trying to find a place to hide, ran towards the nearby inn, just as she spotted the men trying to spot her through the townfolk. She busted through the doors of the inn, almost stumbling as she did so. The young Sylpharim quickly scanned the room for a place to hide, having already gained the attention of the patrons. Spotting another Sylpharim hanging around a table with a group of other people, she decided that was a good enough place. Gweirca jogged over, looking behind her to see if she was followed.
" If anyone asks, I'm not here. " Gweirca say to no one in particular as she hid behind the tallest one.
Just then, two men burst through the door in a similar fashion. The duo glanced around the dimly lit room, their eyes immediately falling on Aderynel.
" Is that her?" One of them asked the other.
" No. That one's wings are black. Our thief's white." His friend responded. " Let's go, she's not her."
The two men would quickly leave as soon as they had arrived.
Name: Gweirca ferch Gwenllwyfo Species: Sylpharim Race/Nationality: Sylpharim Gender: Female Age: 18 Languages:Arventian and North Sylpharimese.
Appearance:
Gweirca is slightly taller than your average female Sylpharim, standing at 5’4”. Her time as a carnie has given her an athletic muscular build. Her hair is strawberry blonde and her skin is fair. The large set of wings on her back are as white as snow.
Personal Effects: She has a necklace made from the first flight feather of her best friend/crush. She also has a letter from said person.
Background:
Role: Thief. Backstory: Gweirca was born to a polygamous group of Carnival folk. Not quite sure who her actual parents are, all of the folk helped raise her. She learned the art of Pickpocketing at her uncle's knee. Her aunt showed her the best way to choose marks and cut purses. Gweirca learned juggling, card counting, and sleight of hand from her Nona who, even with her arthritis, was the best gambler this side of the country.
Gweirca would soon meet her best friend, the daughter of an elected official. The girl, Lliwelydd, had snuck into the carnival tent where Gweirca. The two immediately hit it off, with Gweirca being completely head over heels for her even at such a young age. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, Gweirca would keep her love under wraps, for the most part at least.
As the years went on, Gweirca and Lliwelydd's bond would grow as they spend much of the waking hours together. Still in love with her BFF, Gweirca would occasionally try to woo her with various trinkets taken with her particular skills. Unfortunately, her attempts were continually ignored as Lliwelydd still saw each other as friends.
Lliwelydd would eventually gain the attention of various suitors, prompting the younger Gweirca to take drastic measures. Since the previous attempts to gain Lliwelydd's attention with shiny trinkets have failed, Gweirca decided to take it up a notch.
Hearing rumors of treasure in The Morgador, Gweirca would reach out to expedition teams in Ardbenn Solas. After finding out that she'd have to pay her own way onto a team, Gweirca did whatcshe does best to get coin, stealing. Unfortunately, due to her being new to the area, got caught stealing from the one mpeerson she shouldn't have, the proprietor of the expeditions in the city. Bidding a hasty retreat out of Ardbenn Solas, Gweirca headed to Ealdormunda, to try her luck with the human expeditions. Nothing was going to stop her from getting that treasure and winning the hand of her BFF.
Character Intro:
Gweirca sat on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a distant village. The Sylpharim had her wings fully outstretched to warm in the morning sun. It had been a long journey from home, but she was more excited than ever.
Gweirca had a parchment of paper in her hands, a letter from her now long distant friend. She skimmed the letter, but the same few words stuck with her over and over again. “ Come home again.” Those three words echoed in her mind. It filled her with determination and joy. The next time Gweirca would see Lliwelydd again, she would have a ton of money and her hand in marriage.
Folding the letter up again and putting it in her pocket, Gweirca stood up. She stretched, wings and all, before grabbing her bag. In one fluid motion of her wings, Gweirca lifted into the air and took off.
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