Name: 12
Race: Harpy-human mongrel
Race Description: Essentially, a mongrel happens to be a human mixed with the fierce animalistic races of the lands. Harpies are well-known in hot, arid climates - taloned, wicked skinny beasts with large wings sprouting forth from their back. Generally, they eat a very protein-rich diet of raw meat and blood from their kills, and age slower than humans. They are known for their strength, from having to grab beasts and drop them in order to kill them properly. This woman has been the result of some selective breeding - she retains the skeletal form, the tough nails and coarse, wiry hair - along with the characteristic wings - but otherwise looks exactly like a normal human. Her diet is preferably raw meat due to her teeth. This woman in particular, however, has had her nails removed and her teeth blunted, so a human diet would suit her fine (albeit with digestion problems for carbohydrates.)
Age: 32. Physically appears slightly younger, but she is actually 32.
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Her physique and appearance, with very -very- long coarse brown hair.
Her wings, once they have been fully healed. Check the left wing, it's more intact, for proper reference.
12 happens to be a short woman with a nigh-skeletal figure, forcing out her sharp, angular cheekbones and sinking her dark brown eyes into beady darkness. There's something predatory to her physique, as if those visible bones could cut you if you poked too hard. Where fingers used to hold sharp talons, there are only ten spaces of puckered flesh where the nails were ripped out. the talons on her toes have been left to split and crack, rendering them painful and useless.
She wears naught but a heavy burlap dress, held above and below the breasts by some thick rope. It's stained and muddy and clearly unhygienic, and at the back it sinks to around the waist to reveal two huge, mottled wings in bad condition - bloodied, with feathers moulting out and bare skin seen on the edges. Her hair is thick and brown and coarse, and it falls to a filthy mess around her behind. The edges are matted and clumped together and it's clearly dead weight.
Along her collarbones and the top of her chest, the number 12 is branded into the flesh - pale pink and shiny against her dirty skin.
Clothing/Armor:One (1) Burlap sacking dress (see above).
Weapons: None.
Skills/Abilities:-
Flight: At the moment, 12's wings are very damaged and she can only fly very short distances. Think of it more of an elongated jump, so to speak. But if she is looked after properly, her wings will start to heal, to the point of being able to fly whilst carrying at least one other human for around 15 minutes straight.
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Housework: 12 comes fully-trained to do most of the chores. Cooking is an issue for her, though, since she has difficulties trying to make sure meat is cooked properly. Her talents include: cleaning the house (inside and outside), washing dishes, doing the laundry, polishing silverware, cleaning rooftops, chimney sweeping, making beds...you should get the idea.
repairs are -not- in her range of work, you're better looking at a male slave for that. However, she can handle physical labour if she's treated properly.
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Entertainment: Well, not
that kind of entertainment, but she has also been properly prepared to put on a bit of a show for people, generally including flight acrobatics, dancing, and playing the violin. She does have quite a lovely, airy singing voice - but for some reason she just refuses to sing to strangers, no matter how hard the punishment for disobeying orders will be.
NOTE: Just because 12 has no combat experience doesn't mean she won't inherit her parents' strength if she's treated properly. Keep that in mind.Magic: N/A.
Inventory: A pair of shackles around her ankles.
Backstory: As a matter of fact, a small harpy settlement was nestled in the outskirts of Sudal but their numbers were rapidly dwindling due to the lack of males this far south, after being hunted down by Sudalians. Of course, they found a decent way around that and decided to kidnap their hunters and, uhm...persuade them to breed with them. Thus marked the beginnings of a harpy-human mongrel tribe, and the moment they had enough males to breed properly they killed off their Sudalian captives and started to breed with each other.
Naturally, that didn't go well. Inbreeding became such an issue that the tribe leader ordered to stop it entirely, and bring in more Sudalians. Thus, 12 was born - a half-harpy father and a Sudalian mother. Everything went swimmingly in her childhood until she reached 12 (hence the name), when Quirek poisoned the river Rihs and she was captured by the Quirekans.
Well, they soon found out that 12 happened to be infertile from inbreeding and began considering certain horrible options for her since she was, so to speak, 'without consequence'. 12 found her way first into the entertainment business as a freak-show and then into prostitution for the best part of a week before she attacked her customer, nearly killing him. Her nails were ripped out and her talons left to grow out of control so that it hurt whenever she walked, and her wings were chained together so she couldn't fly.
12 was sent from world to world, with some nice masters, some bad ones. For some reason, however, they wouldn't keep a proper grip on her and felt they, too, could make more money by selling her on than keeping her in their service. Eventually, 12 wound up in Estemere, in a night market with some greasy slave-driver who bought her off a kindly old woman for seven copper pieces. Disgusted with the man an with herself, she prepared for another master.
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