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Madelleine
Madelleine 'Maddie' Halfurough
| Name | Madelleine |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Petty thief (pickpocket) |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | The streets of Bree-town |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance |
Maddie Halfurough is 13 years old, short and scrawny, with knobby joints and small hands. Her chocolate-brown hair is cut short and unevenly, and pokes out wildly around her ears. She is prone to severe cases of bed-head. Thin lips frame a mouth full of small crooked teeth, and big brown eyes peer out under markedly animated eyebrows, which make for often comically exaggerated facial expressions, more often than not accompanied by dramatically emphatic hand gestures. Freckles are spattered in generous amounts over her entire face, increasing in number on her nose. She has the subconcious habit of wiggling her ears when she is focusing intently. Her little round nose scrunches up like a rabbit's when she laughs, and her laugh changes pitch in the middle, normally to a higher one, making it sound a bit funny. She has a rather high voice that starts to squeak when she gets emotional, and a Bree-ish accent that makes her heritage obvious. Her clothing is old, tattered, and dirty, with oddly coloured patches sewn unskillfully over some of the holes. She wears a stained, grey-ish shirt that might have been white at some point, under a faded blue jacket that is several sizes too big; a black skirt that ends just below her knees, over leggings with the knees worn away; very old brown shoes with a hole in the left toe; and a very long, thin, ragged scarf. |
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Background
Maddie was born to Meg and Tuck Halfurough in their little home at the edge of Beggar’s Alley, consisting of two small rooms. Her father was a man of many professions, mainly because he could never keep a job very long, and so had tried many. He made barely enough money to pay the rent that kept his family off the streets, and often struggled to feed and clothe them, even with the extra coin Meg earned as barmaid. One long winter, when Maddie was 7 years of age and Tuck was workless, Meg fell terribly ill. Without coin to buy medicines, and the cold seeping in through every seam or crack in the building, Margaret Halfurough passed away. After this, Tuck had more trouble than ever before finding work. He grew dejected and idle, spending more and more precious coin on drink, and more and more precious time skulking about the Alley, and Maddie was left mostly to her own devices.
One evening, just under a year after her mother’s death, a strange man appeared at their home; a dark, scowling man who called himself ‘Blackwold’. As unhappy as she was with him, she was unwilling to cross her father when he let the man in. At first he came only once and a while, this ‘Blackwold’ fellow, but as time wore on, his night visits became more frequent, and with each one the distance between her and her father grew.
The winter that marked the anniversary of her mother’s death crept in with a deathly cold. Late one night, as she lay in her bed, she heard the wind howl and the door creak and slam as the Blackwold man entered, and she fell asleep to the deep, harsh voices of the two men whispering with some strange purpose. Before dawn had broken into the next day, her father shook her awake with rough hands and a low, frantic voice.
“Maddie! Maddie…”
She blinked. “What?”
“I’s alright, kid, ‘s alright. Don’t worry. I’m going to find a better place; a better life. There’ll be a better tomorrow, Maddie, I promise.” Bewildered, she fell back asleep.
When day had arrived and Maddie awoke, her father was gone. His coat no longer hung by the door. She waited for him a while. He didn’t come back. She left, wandered around, and when the day was spent, returned. He was still gone. She lost the house and everything else with it. Thus began her life on the streets.
She was utterly miserable, until she found a friend...
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None living. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None yet. |
| Loves | Cheese, sleeping in the sun, soft cloths, and friendly dogs. |
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| Hates | Spending nights in the cold and rain, getting caught, snitches. |
| Motivation | Just to survive and have fun where she can manage it. |
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