The Gypsy's Wagon

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A certain Gypsy woman has a wagon that she brings about every few days. Here's where it'll be.  

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Username: Wrobelka
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Name: Wrobelka Winomeskro (pronounced Vroobelka Vinomeskro)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 142lbs

Race: Human
Social Class: Gyspy.. so, peasant?

Appearance: Wrobelka is the picture of a traditional Roma woman. Her hair is undyed ebony, and has been uncut all her life. It's kept clean, curled and scented because men pay more to watch girls dance when they smell like flowers. Her costume is ruffled and frilled at the hems, but cinched where it counts. Strings of coins and jewels spangle her layers and shawls, so that she clinks and jingles where she walks. Her skin is the color of cocoa, which she happens to have a bit of in her stock from trading with the Spanish Roma tribes in her travels. (She'll sell it to you for the right price) Her eyes are a tintless gray, matching her lids and lashes which are stained with coal so the whites of her eyes jump out and catch you. 'Belka' is not considered a thin stick of a woman, but her weight is distributed in her favor. She displays the curves and suppleness of a mature woman.

Personality: Wrobelka is quick witted and intelligent. She has used every manner of persuasion available in her life time in order to survive in her nomadic tribe. At times it seems like she is kind one moment and cold the next...for the moment you lose her interest, or she feels that you are of no use to her, she has no problem tossing you aside. That's not to say though that she won't appreciate idle chatter and interesting gossip. If she seems well off, it's only because she wears everything she has on her sleeves, literally... and the life of a Roma is tiring, so she enjoys the company of anyone who is willing to lend her any amusement.

Character flaws: Lady Winomeskro is an untrusting soul... probably because she herself is untrustworthy. It's not that she enjoys cheating, lying, and stealing, but that's how she gets by. And normally, her idea of exclusivity starts where the farthings end. (This mentality on top of a theif's reputation has caused her to be something of a loner among non-gypsies) She has her price after all, as does living life. Also, Belka is usually just hungry, which can dampen her mood, but incites a warm welcome for anyone who brings her food. Though one shoulnd't always count on that... she's unreliable at best.

Background: Her background spans the roads to Easter Europe. Her tribe orinated in the Urkrain when it split from older bloodlines, then migrated to Poland a few generations back. But as is common for her people they were cast out and Eastern Europe became less and less livable as predjudices ran higher. So her tribe up and moved to a place, they were told, Gypsies could... fit in. (Get away with more)

Skills: To be short, Wrobelka is very resourceful. She is percetive and persuasive, and unnervingly easy to talk to. She can spill promises to ease your troubles like a fountain, in a way that you'll believe her, until of course you notice how much that takes out of your pocket. The woman has also seen it all traveling the contenant and this has incited a keen sense of knowing her surroundings and situations. She's also a good entertainer, and a skilled musician.

Belongings: Her only belongings are what she carries with her. The wagon she owns is where she sleeps while she's unable to get back to her tribe before dark. It is also where she keeps her 'arsenal' of goods. Any kind of gadget, spice, potion, relic, book, you can imagine... or a substitute there for, will be waiting for you, at a price.

Character secrets: Most of her life is a secret to the 'unclean' people outside her tribe. Wrobelka isn't quick to open up... others tend to consider her a friend just because they've explained to her thier life's ailments, only to realize they don't know a thing about her. Generally, all Gypsy people keep this way, and only to themselves. They'd be tossed out if they ever revealed their real names, or divulged the true Gypsy language to the outsiders. (For character purposes, I'll reveal right now that there is nothing signifigant about Wrobelka that one should expect to come to the surface during play, aside from many generations' worth of oppression-induced bitterness)

Anything else? I think that's pretty much it for this girl...  

[Wrobelka]

The jingling of a small wagon, drawn by a kind looking silver coated donkey was heard slowly but steadily approaching the gates of the school. It came to a slow stop when the little donkey felt a tug at her reigns. She clapped a foot to the cobblestone under her hoof and flipped her mane, grateful for the pause.

The rider atop the canopy cabin of the wagon was a dark looking figure, hooded and exotic. Her excuse for cloaking herself was that driving a wagon across all of creation made the sun so jealous of your travels that it would burn you. In reality, she enjoyed the air of mystique it provided, which lent itself to anyone foolish enough to believe that mystery meant wisdom. When the eyes from underneath the hood turned to peer past the gates they saw young men and women either sitting plainly in conversation, reading, or rushing back into the school building in little groups. This filled her with a blossoming glee, and a bit of the mystery lying underneath the surface of that hood’s shade broke with the white teeth of her Cheshire-like smile. Wrobelka addressed her steed in a foreign tongue, roughly translated, "This will do, eh Oszia?"

She folded back her hood, and guided her wagon through the gates towards the hustle and bustle on the grounds. Unobstructed, the nature of her beauty came to the surface. Wrobelka was the picture of a traditional Roma woman. Her hair was an undyed ebony, and had been uncut all her life. It was kept clean, curled and scented because men pay more to watch girls dance when they smell like flowers. Her costume was ruffled and frilled at the hems, but cinched where it counted. Strings of coins and jewels spangled her layers of shawls, so that she clinked and jingled where she walked.

Her skin was the color of cocoa, which she happened to have a bit of in her stock from trading with the Spanish Roma tribes in her travels. She'd sell it to you for the right price. The cocoa that is, not the skin. Her eyes were a tint-less gray, matching her lids and lashes which were stained with coal so the whites of her eyes jumped out and caught you. “And I will catch them… and their happy little coins.” She thought triumphantly to herself as she brought the wagon to a full halt. Wrobelka dismounted and began the long process of hankering down for a full day of music, magic, and money.