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Blessed
General Information
Name: [Redacted]
Nickname: Dox - Mok'yra for Day
Age: 24
Race: Moor
Gender: Female
Current Residence: Linlea. Well, most of the time.
Relationship Status: Why? You interested?
Social Status: Peasantry
Physical Appearance:
Height: Roughly 5’7”
Weight: Not much. Poor thing doesn’t get the chance to eat very often.
Eye Color: Grape
Skin Color: Seal Gray
Distinguishing Features: Constantly protruding lower lip
Hair Color: Jet Black
Hair Style: Braid, yet patchy in certain areas of the scalp
Complexion: Freckled and worn, dried clay have made their home in her pores
Scars: Across the bridge of her nose and through her eyebrow
Abilities/Skills
Education: Dox has none of the usual academic education, being brought up in a family of manual labour. Completely illiterate, the seemingly small girl has only learned of hard work. Due to the sheer lack of funds, the family often required the aid of their children to subsidise the work.
Languages:
-Mok’yra (Native)
-Common (Fluent)
-Elvish(Conversational)
Combat: Her small and nimble frame allows her to be considerably lithe in her movements. Gaining a significant amount of muscle force from mining, Dox has the best of both worlds in terms of power and agility. However her technique is not all there, and as such she prefers to remain outside of combat. Yet if it requires it, she prefers to slash and dice by getting up close and personal before taking off.
Weaponry: A very basic and small dagger - a means to defend herself on the streets. Stolen from a wandering traveler as she pick-pocketed the man to feed herself that eve.
Combat Training: Next to none - all "on the job" learning as she worms her way out of trouble. As such, her technique is poor at best.
Possessions & Wealth
Possessions: As a member of a peasantry clan, the Pez’Hindre’s live in near absolute poverty. As such, the girl lives in basically rags, often resorting to minor thieving for spare change to even feed herself, let alone her family.
Wardrobe: Sheer basics, nothing symbolising her clan, yet everything symbolising her status. Leather trousers, tattered boots, along with a poorly, clearly self-woven hood. This is also tearing in several places, still proving to be some use but clearly on its last legs. There is often dirt everywhere, and her clothes smell very much of mold.
General Wealth: The girl, now that she has become "dependent", scrounges for spare change and basically anything she can get her hands on - usually the absolute bare minimum.
A few special thanks to MelodyComplex for helpin' out with the reference image, as well as Bishop for the hella rad skin.
Also, a secret thanks to an unnamed individual for unnamed reasons - you know who you are.
(Yes, this profile is really meant to be this short).
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