Name:Marina Gender:Female
Age:18
Personality:Marina has always been a quick witted girl, one who always has a clever way to go about usual daily tasks. She entertains her father greatly as she comes up with idea's and activities to amuse herself along their travels and always manages to stay pleasant. Her happy attitude bubbles over into her ease with dealing with customers, selling as well as her father already and being able to keep those around her happy. Marina is no fool though and has learned while traveling with her father that there are always people attempting to hurt, trick or even kill you, and that a sharp eye and quick reaction is what is needed. Trained with a knife when she was younger, she is great in a fight, her speed and slimness working to her advantage, even while she lacks brawn and sheer strength.
Biography:Marina's mother died in child birth, and with her father being a merchant she has traveled all her life. The relationship between her and her father has always been a tight one, they can finish each others sentences and seem to know when the other is in a bad mood. Marina loves her father more then anything, and he loves her the same, being all they really have left in the world. Taught her fathers trade she excels in working with people and selling just about anything her father has on his carts. Working in the city, she has gotten in her share of harsh situations, fighting her way out of many of them.
One evening when they were getting ready to head home for the night, one last group of customers came up to the carts asking about some of the jewelry they had displayed. When Marina's father turned his back to get a necklace out to show them, one of the men stabbed him in the back. Half the group of men continued to beat and stab at her father has he fell to the ground. The other turned and started after here. Marina started to go for her father but he yelled for her to run, as she did she took off down the main streets, cutting through ally ways and side streets until she eventually lost the attackers. Late that night she made her way back to the cart, her father lay dead in the street and the cart was empty. Marina could do nothing but sob, as she wandered aimlessly about the streets of the city.
