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Clarrah
Clarrah Locksley
| Name | Clarrah |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Unemployed and looking for work |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-Town |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | Race/Ethnicity: Breelander Skin tone: Tanned Height: 5’8 Build: Tall and lanky, she has slim shoulders and rather long legs. Eyes: Large and brown with short, choppy eyelashes. It would be a common occurrence to see them looking at you coin-purse. Hair: Thick and dark, it hangs just below her shoulders and is often put up sloppily to keep it out of the way. Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: She has a scar below her right knee, as well as a few on her face including a small one on her lip, one on the bridge of her nose and one on her right eyebrow. Appearance: Clarrah is a tall and scrawny nineteen year old girl. She has thick, dark brown hair that is often very messy, though when combed it looks very nice. Her large brown eyes often dart around and give off the impression that she is never listening to what you’re saying. Long arms and legs make it easy for her to reach things that are too high for most women. Her small hands and feet are often surprising in comparison to her arms and legs, though some may consider it a cute trait. An angular nose sits above her mouth full of crooked teeth that always seem to have something stuck in them. She has a funny stride, she swings her arms and sways with every step and her head bounces as if she is listening to lively music. Education: She cannot read or write, but she can arm-wrestle. Languages spoken: Westron and gibberish. Weapons (if any): Often carries around a knife or two. Special abilities/skills: She’s the best at everything… At least that’s what she says. Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: Is horribly allergic to nuts. |
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Background
Clarrah was born twenty years ago to parents she never knew, she always just told herself that they had died and left it at that. She had been raised by a man named Jack for as long as she could remember and he taught her everything she knew. One day when she was eight he said he needed to go away for a while, and left the next day. He was missing for three weeks before they found his dead body by the river. The little girl lost the only family she had left and was forced out onto the street in a matter of days.
Clarrah grew into a feisty young woman that had to steal all the food she ate. One day when she was counting out the coins she had lifted from peoples pockets she felt something touch she large bag which held her bread she had spun around to see a little girl trying to take her food. The girl had given her the best puppy eyes Clarrah had ever seen and so she decided to help the little girl. She taught 'Pup' everything she needed to know.
By the age of eighteen Clarrah could get away with anything she wanted and she was incredibly proud of it. She would apples off of carts and bread out of baskets. She could pick any pocket and had even taken a bracelet once or twice. Many people around Bree knew her and thought she was funny, especially when she's take things from foreigners.
Once, and only once she got caught. She was caught by a big, hairy outlaw who beat her up for stealing just a few coins (at least that's what she says). After this she was scared, scared that she would get caught again. It was on that day that she decided to try and turn her life around. She started looking all over and applying for jobs, though was having trouble. After all, nobody wants to hire a theif.
Quirks and habits:
~ She purses her lips when she thinks
~ Loves trying on hats
~ When sitting, she tends to stick her feet out in front of her
~ Her nostrils flare when she laughs
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None that she knows of. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Nearly everyone she's stolen from |
| Loves | Food and singing VERY loudly |
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| Hates | being hungry, and getting caught |
| Motivation | To turn her life around |
| Quotes | "The world ain't a house."-To an elf who told her the world was his home. "If I have to starve the least you could do starve with me!"-Teasingly to Pup. "Ohoo! Shiny!"-When she sees shiny things. |
