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Merry Storm


Age: 17
Class: Peasant
Job: Barwench/Cutpurse --Traveling

Personality:
Unforgiving//
Cautious//
Controlled//
Hopeful//
Social//

History: Born to a tavern owner and his wife, Merry grew up as a maid and later, as a tavern wench. She prefers to be called a bar maid but knows very well how men and travelers in general see her. Her Father and Mother are both long dead, and the tavern she grew up in now owned by her cousin as merry had no brothers. She doesn't mind the work and gets to keep her own coin, (from where ever she finds it). Having lost her parents rather young Merry has been less sheltered than she might have been, and with her cousin's influence she not only sought coin from bodies but right from the purses. Drunks rarely notice until it's too late and thus far, Merry has not been caught.
She aims for a life beyond the tavern walls where she might not need to use her body and a knife to earn her way.

With Eris grown, Merry has set out to find new life for herself. If she'll find it has yet to be seen.

Appearance:
Hair- Dirty Blonde
Eyes- Dark Brown
Skin- Peach
Height- 5' even
Build- Short, busty, hips that do lie
Scar- Right ear from where an earring was ripped out

Eris

Personality:
Wary//
Curious//
Affectionate//
Pushy//
Reserved//

Text Colors: #910000 and #ffa914
*Grew to yearling on July 22nd

Solo

The crack of leaves under hooves didn't go unnoticed as Merry looked up to her Gaurdian. Eris was shuffling back and forth while she worked at picking apples. A small part time job to get a bit of extra money for food come winter. The tavern hadn't been seeing that many customers as of late and they needed the extra money should they make less coin. In part it bothered Merry that she might have to give up her saving to the tavern but her cousin had been good to her, and this was the first time this had ever happened as well. It was a one time deal.

Still, Eris fussed, trying not to eat the picked apples while trying to stay out of the way.. of shake any more down. The occasional bad apple was tossed her way, the blemishes making it unattractive though the fruit was still good. She's also be carrying the apple bags back to the farmer. A part that Eris was not looking happy with when Merry mentioned it. Still work was work, and Eris while she thought and knew her Merry could do without the tavern, she was tied to it for now. One day she promised, they would travel. One day always seemed far away however. The coin saved would be spent on emergencies. The gear they gathered would only gather dust. One day Merry promised. Eris always wanted that one day to be today.