Name: Noah Baker
Age: 19
gender Appears Male and sounds Male. Actually Female. Little to no one knows this. Except the obvious higher powers.
Race: Elf
Birthplace: Desert
Class: Thief
~Tell me about yourself.~
Personality: Noah’s described as proud, obnoxious, stubborn, and not someone who easily gives up. If something catches her eyes. She will pursue it no matter what end. She’s cold, and not very talkative. Though it seems most of her race are kind and gentle beings, she’s not exactly ‘kind’ but can be a good ally to have on your side. She's really insecure. Not really easy to get to smile or anything. She only smirks or half grins.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Likes Jewelry, Shiny objects, money, nature, animals, The desert
Dislikes Water, rust, rust slimes, slimes in general, The undead
Fears: Drowning, death
Alignment: Neutral
Special Item: shattered dagger
~Describe yourself.~
Appearance:
Markings: Scar on her eye, seen in picture
Height: 4 ft 9 in
Weight: 110 pounds
~What have you done?~
Bio: "Hey look, it's one of those elfin brats." The humans that were exploring the desert came across a small child playing in an Oasis, her large ears discerned her race quite easily. And the human guys that were traveling grinned at her. She dropped the water she had been sipping from the palms of her hands. The water making small splashing noises.
A scream echoed throughout the oasis and out around the desert. The Elfin Tribe that she belonged to heard the cry of help. Mainly her mother. Her mother ran towards the Oasis where her daughter was. Only to see an obvious sign of trouble and blood. "MY BABY!" She cried out in her elfin language, falling to her knees and bawling at her loss.
Skip to years later. A young 19 year old Noah stood before her adoptive 'parents' or so. Two men who have since aged. She crossed her arms and watched as they dug through her hand made pack. "You did sloppy today." One had said, the voice had grown old and gravelly. "You told me to do my best. And this is my best." SLAP her head flung to the side from the force of the other old man. "We brought you in, you should be glad." He lied and slurred.
She put a hand to her cheek and smirked. "I'm sorry." She said. "You better be, ya damn b***h." The other one shook his head. Before he could even speak. Blood was spilled. The one who had slapped Noah had crumbled down, his whole body covered in gashes, he laid eternally in his own blood. The other man stared down and looked up, just to be given the same fate.
Freedom. Something she had longed for since she could remember. Being kept as someone's little pet thief wasn't what she had in mind. Turning, she left the shabby place to begin...Anew.
Goal: Find her place in life, obviously
Theme song: The World
Personal Quote: “Tch.”
~What can you do?~
level: 2
HP: 20
MP: 12
Attack: 3
Defense: 3
Magic: 4
Will: 6
Speed: 7
