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NAME: Myra
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
APPEARANCE: Red hair(and I'm talkin' firetruck red, here) that reaches down to her knees. She always wears it down. Emerald green eyes that stand out, pale skin. Her clothes are worn out and torn from living on the streets. She's very skinny, and a bit short fo her age.
PERSONALITY: Myra would love to be friendly, but her life has taught her not to trust anyone until they've proven themselves. Sometimes she has her moments when she says something nice, but not often. She's also shy.
ABILITIES: Very fast and strong for her age. Although she never does openly, when she's alone she often sings to herself, just for comfort. She's excellent with knives, as weapons, but not very good with a sword.
HISTORY: She has no rememberance of her parents. All she remembers is life on the streets, with people spitting on her and knocking her down, just for a laugh. She has a tiny scar next to her right eye, where she scrapped the ground hard when a boy tripped her as she was running. Twice she's been accused, falsely, of thievery. Although she lives on the streets, she's never stolen. She dreams of a better life, but is rather stuck where she is.
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
APPEARANCE: Red hair(and I'm talkin' firetruck red, here) that reaches down to her knees. She always wears it down. Emerald green eyes that stand out, pale skin. Her clothes are worn out and torn from living on the streets. She's very skinny, and a bit short fo her age.
PERSONALITY: Myra would love to be friendly, but her life has taught her not to trust anyone until they've proven themselves. Sometimes she has her moments when she says something nice, but not often. She's also shy.
ABILITIES: Very fast and strong for her age. Although she never does openly, when she's alone she often sings to herself, just for comfort. She's excellent with knives, as weapons, but not very good with a sword.
HISTORY: She has no rememberance of her parents. All she remembers is life on the streets, with people spitting on her and knocking her down, just for a laugh. She has a tiny scar next to her right eye, where she scrapped the ground hard when a boy tripped her as she was running. Twice she's been accused, falsely, of thievery. Although she lives on the streets, she's never stolen. She dreams of a better life, but is rather stuck where she is.
