User Name: Aayami Pevensie
RP Name: Thais (Pronounced TAI-is)
Age: 19
Species: Human
Status: Wanderer
Abilities: Strong brawler, good fighter, anything she touches has the potential to become a weapon
Personality: Arrogant, exultant, quiet, prefers to be alone, can be friendly, but is usually rough to be around, aggressive personality, passionate, sarcastic at times, underestimated most of the time by her slightness
Biography: Not much is known. There have been stories about her in small towns or villages, about the girl who protects them. Sometimes they would call her the Orphan Girl. Most of the stories are made up to comfort the people of the towns she passes through.
The truth was that she had been on her own since she was 11. She passed through houses that tried to take her in. Mostly they mistook her for a slave and she would run away. One home belonged to a man, maybe in his mid 30's. He had a son who was about 8 summers older than Thais. They were high class and had all the money in the world. The father bought Thais to give to his son as a sex slave. And occasionally the father would indulge himself too. Thais ran away from there, regardless of the many gifts they would buy her. They pursued her for long time.
Most of her life was lived as a peasant and a thief, not by choice, but for her survival. She didn't usually want what she didn't need, but occasionally she would see the rich folk and think how messed up their lives must be to make them want everything their greedy fingers touched and pocketbooks could cover. She'd never had a place she called home since her mother died when she was 11. She never knew who her father was. Mainly the places that she laid her head ranged anywhere from a murky swamp to a hollowed out tree stump, which she shared with a family of mice. Thais never had any real friends and that was how she preferred it. It was simpler. She didn't have to worry about people that grew too near. She just simply existed; she wouldn't refer to this life as living.
Appearance: Relatively short, blonde hair; structural, angular face; pale skin; fragile looking eyes; thin, muscular frame
RP Name: Thais (Pronounced TAI-is)
Age: 19
Species: Human
Status: Wanderer
Abilities: Strong brawler, good fighter, anything she touches has the potential to become a weapon
Personality: Arrogant, exultant, quiet, prefers to be alone, can be friendly, but is usually rough to be around, aggressive personality, passionate, sarcastic at times, underestimated most of the time by her slightness
Biography: Not much is known. There have been stories about her in small towns or villages, about the girl who protects them. Sometimes they would call her the Orphan Girl. Most of the stories are made up to comfort the people of the towns she passes through.
The truth was that she had been on her own since she was 11. She passed through houses that tried to take her in. Mostly they mistook her for a slave and she would run away. One home belonged to a man, maybe in his mid 30's. He had a son who was about 8 summers older than Thais. They were high class and had all the money in the world. The father bought Thais to give to his son as a sex slave. And occasionally the father would indulge himself too. Thais ran away from there, regardless of the many gifts they would buy her. They pursued her for long time.
Most of her life was lived as a peasant and a thief, not by choice, but for her survival. She didn't usually want what she didn't need, but occasionally she would see the rich folk and think how messed up their lives must be to make them want everything their greedy fingers touched and pocketbooks could cover. She'd never had a place she called home since her mother died when she was 11. She never knew who her father was. Mainly the places that she laid her head ranged anywhere from a murky swamp to a hollowed out tree stump, which she shared with a family of mice. Thais never had any real friends and that was how she preferred it. It was simpler. She didn't have to worry about people that grew too near. She just simply existed; she wouldn't refer to this life as living.
Appearance: Relatively short, blonde hair; structural, angular face; pale skin; fragile looking eyes; thin, muscular frame
