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Name: Aria Kolstad
Age: 22 years
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Aria is olive-skinned, with a round, happy face, which hides the pain that she has suffered. Her black, curly hair is cut very short, almost boy-ish, as an attempt at a disguise. But anyone who sees her large, dark brown eyes can tell that she is most definitely a woman. She is slim and muscular, and is almost always dressed in dark browns or blacks, the best colors for hiding in dark places or blending in.
Bio: Aria, the name of a song. Her father was a minstrel, and she was a mistake. Or so her mother said. A mistake her mother made one night, almost twenty-two years ago. Her father had disappeared the next day, leaving the bar maid that was her mother behind with promises of an imminent return. The return never arrived, but nine months later, Aria did.
Aria's childhood was a hard one; her mother thought of her as a badge of shame, and it didn't help that Aria looked much like the minstrel who was her father. She left her mother when she was seventeen, listening to the words of a young man who promised her riches and happiness and an acceptance that her mother had never given.
That young man was Christopher Frost, and he was the leader of a small band of thieves, which Aria joined. She spent the next four and a half years of her life with the three men and one other woman that were part of the group, learning to use her open, innocent face to gain people’s trust, while stealing things from behind their backs. As the wealth of the city increased, so did the groups, as there was more money to steal. It was a game of wits and planning, one that Aria almost mastered.
The end of the game came on the day that Aria turned twenty-two. The group had planned an elaborate robbery of a certain Lord Epston’s home, one for which Aria posed as a kitchen helper to gather information. But the night of the robbery, everything fell apart. The lord of the house was having a secretive meeting with the "Lord" Talaveral, of whom everyone knew by that point in time, a meeting that he had told no one about. The thieves were all expecting him and everyone else in the house to be fast asleep when they snuck into the room in which they expected to find Lord Epston’s treasures. Instead, they also discovered Lord Epston, fully awake, and having a treasonous meeting with Lord Talaveral who was trying to convince him to betray Borkeau. All four were quite soon cut down by the two lords, both of whom had much to lose if their conversation was known.
Aria had been playing the role of look out in the robbery, standing on the outside of the locked door to the room which her companions would enter through a window. She had heard the two men enter the room, probably through a secret door that she had known nothing about, and also the beginning of their conversation. There was no time to warn her companions, as less than a minute later, they broke in through the window. Aria could hear the commotion of their death, and the words of worried denial of Talaveral's proposition that the Lord Epston spoke once the thieves were dead. Those words were his last; Aria could hear a sharp intake of breath which was cut of by the nauseating sound of a sword entering a body. With a shocked gasp, she fled.
Unfortunately, she was seen, and the hunt for her began almost as soon as she escaped the building. Exhausted and frightened, she appeared at the home of a widow who owned an herb shop, one who had helped the small band from time to time. The woman graciously let Aria stay with her, carefully keeping her inside at all daytime hours. In return, Aria assisted the older woman with her herbs, learning the trade of healing and trying not to worry about what might happen in the future, nor think of what had happened in the past.
Personality: Aria was witty and cunning, good at blending in when necessary and a proud thief, but in the past four months, she has become quiet and timid, trying not to draw attention to herself whenever she is seen, and trying not to be seen whenever possible. She is not afraid to fight when needed, but is studying healing while she stays with the widow, so she can learn how to heal those who are hurt. She doesn’t know much about what has happened during the months that she has been in hiding, as the widow quietly avoids current events.
Weapons: Aria owns a sword, and can fight passably well with it when she must, but she prefers to use the four throwing knives that she keeps with her at all times.
Thread: Ember's Wake
Age: 22 years
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Aria is olive-skinned, with a round, happy face, which hides the pain that she has suffered. Her black, curly hair is cut very short, almost boy-ish, as an attempt at a disguise. But anyone who sees her large, dark brown eyes can tell that she is most definitely a woman. She is slim and muscular, and is almost always dressed in dark browns or blacks, the best colors for hiding in dark places or blending in.
Bio: Aria, the name of a song. Her father was a minstrel, and she was a mistake. Or so her mother said. A mistake her mother made one night, almost twenty-two years ago. Her father had disappeared the next day, leaving the bar maid that was her mother behind with promises of an imminent return. The return never arrived, but nine months later, Aria did.
Aria's childhood was a hard one; her mother thought of her as a badge of shame, and it didn't help that Aria looked much like the minstrel who was her father. She left her mother when she was seventeen, listening to the words of a young man who promised her riches and happiness and an acceptance that her mother had never given.
That young man was Christopher Frost, and he was the leader of a small band of thieves, which Aria joined. She spent the next four and a half years of her life with the three men and one other woman that were part of the group, learning to use her open, innocent face to gain people’s trust, while stealing things from behind their backs. As the wealth of the city increased, so did the groups, as there was more money to steal. It was a game of wits and planning, one that Aria almost mastered.
The end of the game came on the day that Aria turned twenty-two. The group had planned an elaborate robbery of a certain Lord Epston’s home, one for which Aria posed as a kitchen helper to gather information. But the night of the robbery, everything fell apart. The lord of the house was having a secretive meeting with the "Lord" Talaveral, of whom everyone knew by that point in time, a meeting that he had told no one about. The thieves were all expecting him and everyone else in the house to be fast asleep when they snuck into the room in which they expected to find Lord Epston’s treasures. Instead, they also discovered Lord Epston, fully awake, and having a treasonous meeting with Lord Talaveral who was trying to convince him to betray Borkeau. All four were quite soon cut down by the two lords, both of whom had much to lose if their conversation was known.
Aria had been playing the role of look out in the robbery, standing on the outside of the locked door to the room which her companions would enter through a window. She had heard the two men enter the room, probably through a secret door that she had known nothing about, and also the beginning of their conversation. There was no time to warn her companions, as less than a minute later, they broke in through the window. Aria could hear the commotion of their death, and the words of worried denial of Talaveral's proposition that the Lord Epston spoke once the thieves were dead. Those words were his last; Aria could hear a sharp intake of breath which was cut of by the nauseating sound of a sword entering a body. With a shocked gasp, she fled.
Unfortunately, she was seen, and the hunt for her began almost as soon as she escaped the building. Exhausted and frightened, she appeared at the home of a widow who owned an herb shop, one who had helped the small band from time to time. The woman graciously let Aria stay with her, carefully keeping her inside at all daytime hours. In return, Aria assisted the older woman with her herbs, learning the trade of healing and trying not to worry about what might happen in the future, nor think of what had happened in the past.
Personality: Aria was witty and cunning, good at blending in when necessary and a proud thief, but in the past four months, she has become quiet and timid, trying not to draw attention to herself whenever she is seen, and trying not to be seen whenever possible. She is not afraid to fight when needed, but is studying healing while she stays with the widow, so she can learn how to heal those who are hurt. She doesn’t know much about what has happened during the months that she has been in hiding, as the widow quietly avoids current events.
Weapons: Aria owns a sword, and can fight passably well with it when she must, but she prefers to use the four throwing knives that she keeps with her at all times.
Thread: Ember's Wake
